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\n\n

Patricia's Punishment

\n\n\n\n

I\nsuppose this could be seen as a cautionary tale about the dangers of drinking\ntoo much alcohol, but for me it's about the start of my life as it is today.\nLet me introduce myself. I'm Max, and I'm a doctor - one of those overworked,\novertired House Officers you read about from time to time. Actually, it's not\ntoo bad - better than being a medical student anyway, and life's good at the\nmoment. I've just got engaged, to Patricia, who I've been seeing for the past\nthree years.

\n\n

This\ntale is about us actually. Pat works in a firm of lawyers, but two years ago we\nwere still students. We never seemed to have enough money, but I was determined\nto treat Pat for the anniversary of our first year together. So\nI scrimped and saved, did loads of extra jobs, and eventually had enough to\nbook Bed and Breakfast at a pub near Bath, recommended in 'The Good Pub Guide'.\nI also had enough for dinner, and drinks for the evening. As you might imagine,\nI was pretty pleased with myself.

\n\n

I'd\nkept the plans secret, and the look on Patricias face when I told her was well\nworth the money I'd spent. We packed hurriedly and drove down in the morning,\nspending the day in Bath window shopping, which was all we could afford to do.

\n\n

We\narrived at the pub, The Black Swan, around teatime, and were shown to our room\nby the landlords wife. It was fantastic. We couldn't believe our luck - there\nwas a large double bed, an en-suite bathroom, tea and\ncoffee making facilities and a television. I won't bother you with the details,\nbut we spent the first half hour together in the shower.

\n\n

When\nwe'd freshened up, Pat turned to me with a grin and said 'As you've gone to all\nthis trouble, it's about time I did something for you. Tell me what you want me\nto wear and I'll wear it for you.' Now Pat has a gorgeous figure, but, like\nmany women, she has no confidence in her body and wears trousers far too often\nfor my liking. So this was a real treat. I went over and looked in her case -\nshe'd brought just about everything that had ever turned me on, but I knew\nexactly what I wanted. I picked out a blue flowery dress which went down to just\nabove her knees, black suede high heels and a pair of sheer blue tights. Now I\nknow most people find tights about as arousing as Nora Batty's stockings, but\nif you've ever seen a girl wearing sheer tights with no underwear, the silky\nmaterial covering her lovely bum cheeks.... well, you've no idea what it does\nfor me!

\n\n

I\ngave the clothes to Pat who grinned and said, 'What knickers do you want?'

\n\n

'None'\nI replied.

\n\n

'What\nall night?' she asked, looking shocked.

\n\n

I\nnodded. She'd worn tights like that in the privacy of her own bedroom, but\nnever like this. Pat looked nervous.

\n\n

'But\nsomeone might see' she ventured. I reassured her they wouldn't and reminded her\nthat a promise is a promise. She gave a shrug of resignation and began to\ndress.

\n\n

I\nshould really describe Patricia to you, but remember, I'm biased because I love\nher. She's stunning - 5'6' and slim but not too thin. She has glossy chestnut\nhair, thick and straight, down to the middle of her back. I wish I could\nproperly describe her face, it's so beautiful - softly angular, with large\nbrown eyes so clear you feel you could swim in them. Her lips are red and full,\nand just say kiss me every time I see them.

\n\n

Pat\nhas lovely breasts, medium sized, firm and up-tilting. She has a slender waist\nand flat stomach and her legs are wonderful - slim and muscular. She has a bum,\nwhich automatically means she hates it, but I love it. It's firm and (I say\nwith hindsight) perfectly spankable.

\n\n

We\nhad a fantastic meal that evening. The dining room was empty, so as well as\neating and downing a bottle of wine, we flirted outrageously with each other. I\ncouldn't keep my hands off her legs, reaching up as far as I could go. From\ntime to time Pat would 'accidentally' drop her fork and reach under the table\nto massage my bulging trousers, and as she got up to go to the toilet, she bent\nover, lifting her skirt and giving me a quick flash of her nether regions. We\nwere both getting rather drunk.

\n\n

When\nwe had finished eating, we moved to the main bar, which was quite empty. A\ngroup of around six middle aged men were playing dominoes at a table and\nshowing off to a person wielding a camcorder. They all had party hats on, and\nwe soon learned it was the landlord's birthday. He swaggered out from behind\nthe bar carrying a tray of drinks, with which they all toasted him. There were\nfour other couples scattered around the bar and we were by far the youngest\nthere.

\n\n

We\nsat down at the bar and had a couple more drinks. Then I noticed the pool table\nin the corner of the room. It was certainly strange, hexagonal in shape, with\npockets at each edge. Out of curiosity, we decided to go and have a game, and at\nthe time I was glad we had. We spent a good half hour playing (and drinking),\nand every time Patricia had to lean over to make a shot, her skirt rode up her\nlegs, almost, but not quite up to her bum. The birthday group had also noticed\nand were eyeing her appreciatively. I felt really proud that she was the centre of attention.

\n\n

Unfortunately,\nit was then that disaster struck. I suppose it was both of us showing off as\nthe young couple, playing to the crowd. I was teaching Patricia a trick shot,\nbut as she tried it out there was a loud tearing sound and a little squeal of\nhorror as she leapt back from the table as if bitten. She'd torn the baize of\nthe table. The pub was suddenly quiet, and all attention turned to us. The\nLandlord jumped to his feet and rushed over, staring in disbelief at the damage\ndone. Eventually he turned to me and said in a remarkably even voice 'You'll be\npaying for that I assume.'

\n\n

I\ngulped. 'How much would it be?' I stammered.

\n\n

'Oh,\nI should say about two hundred pounds all in all' he replied.

\n\n

Pat\ngasped. 'But we don't have that sort of money' she blurted, 'there must be some\nway we can work this out.'

\n\n

'And\nhow do you expect to do that? Are you going to work in the kitchens for the\nnext six weeks?' His sarcasm had us stumped. Then another voice piped up. It\nwas the man holding the camcorder.

\n\n

'I\ntell you what George, how would you like another birthday present?' Confused\nfaces turned to look at him, but he pressed on. 'I've got the money.'

\n\n

He turned to us. 'You two have been\ntotally irresponsible and your immaturity could cost George here a lot of\nmoney. Now it's his birthday and he deserves to have a\ngood night. I'm going to make sure he does. George is into corporal punishment.\nEver had corporal punishment?' We both shook our heads. 'It would have done\nboth of you a lot of good. That's by the by. Fortunately for you\nyoung lad we're not into beating boys, so here's the deal. I pay for the damage\nand George here gets to take it out on the backside of this delectable young\nlady. Your punishment is to watch her pain and humiliation. Meanwhile, I'll\nrecord the present on my camcorder for posterity.'

\n\n

Pat\ngasped and looked at me in horror. I must have looked at her with pretty much\nthe same expression. Aware that we were losing the initiative I asked, 'So what\nexactly will this entail?'

\n\n

'Well\nGeorge here will take your girlfriend, bend her over the table, pull up her\ndress, pull down her knickers and spank her bare bottom until his hand gives\nup.' He turned to the landlord. 'What instruments do you have George?'

\n\n

'Oh,\nthe traditional lot - martinet, tawse and cane.' came\nthe reply. Patricia gasped in horror.

\n\n

'Well\nthen,' said the man, 'after he's finished with the hand, he'll thrash her in\nvarious positions, with her in various states of\nundress for, well, shall we say the whole thing will last for no more than an\nhour? When he's done you can both be stripped naked and serve us drinks for the\nnight.'

\n\n

As\nhe finished, the room, which had been totally silent, became filled with\ngeneral murmurs of agreement. One old lady in the corner even clapped. However,\nthe room was once again stilled as the gentleman turned to us and said 'Well\nit's either that or the courts.'

\n\n

We\ndidn't have that sort of money, and neither did our parents. I turned to\nPatricia. It wasn't my decision to make. She had gone as white as a sheet and\nher legs were trembling slightly. She was already nearly in tears. I'm sure\nshe, like me, couldn't quite believe this was happening. Yet all credit to her,\nshe stepped forward and in a quiet voice said, 'It doesn't look as though we\nhave much choice does it?' The people in the room let out a collective breath.\nThe atmosphere had been electric.

\n\n

I\nwas motioned to stand in a corner, with a ringside view. George, the landlord\nhad disappeared to fetch his implements, so the camcorder was passed to a\nfriend, and the man who had organised this took\nPatricia by the arm and led her to the table. She didn't even have the dignity\nof settling herself. A push to the back bent her over the edge of the table,\nher dress riding up to mid-thigh. The drop from the edge to the baize meant that\nPatricias bottom jutted up into the air. Next her legs were spread until her\nfeet were about half a metre apart. The dress moved\neven higher, up towards the edge of her bottom, her thighs encased in the sheer\nmaterial of the tights. Patricia whimpered with shame, and I suddenly realised what made the situation worse for her - she wasn't\nwearing any knickers! The man ordered Patricia to put her arms out to the side,\nholding the edges of the table, and we all watched as my girlfriend bent, bum\nraised, legs spread, in the perfect position for the spanking she was about to\nreceive.

\n\n

An\naudience had built up into a semi-circle around the table. People laughed and\nmade lewd comments. I could see that Patricia, head facing as instructed to one\nside, had begun to cry silently. I felt angry, helpless, ashamed, and yet at\nthe same time aroused! The power they had over her, over us. And she looked so\nsexy. There was no way I could stop it. I had an erection.

\n\n

The\nlandlords return was greeted with loud applause. He sauntered over to Patricia,\nlaid his instruments on the table, and with a curt 'Keep still lassie' slowly,\nteasingly hoisted her dress over her bum. There was a gasp from those watching\n- no underwear! Tights! Patricia gave a sob. Oh my God, what a sight; those two\nfantastic cheeks encased in nylon, the drop of her thighs, and in between the\nspread legs, for everyone to see, Patricias gaping vagina. How could I be\naroused at a time like this? How could I not?

\n\n

Someone\nsaid, 'Bloody hell, look at that!' Patricia went bright red as every eye in the\nroom focused on her exposed body. The landlord surveyed her, and then turned to\nus.

\n\n

'I\ndon't normally hold with tights' he said, 'but these I like. We'll keep them up\nfor the moment.' There was generalised agreement. He\nlooked at me and winked conspiratorially. Others too looked round and grinned.\nI blushed beetroot red and hoped that no-one could see my erection.

\n\n

The\nlandlord returned to Patricia and placed his hand between her thighs, his\nfingers slowly probing. She gave a whimper of embarrassment and wriggled\nslightly as he continued.

\n\n

'Keep\nstill' he ordered and gave her a sharp spank to the right buttock. 'Right\nlassie, brace yourself.' With that he began to spank her, at first hard and\nfast all over, drawing gasps and the occasional yelp. Soon he reached his\nrhythm and alternated hard spanks left then right, then left. Patricia's breathing\nbecame ragged and her sobs louder. She kept her arms where they were - as she'd\nbeen ordered on pain of extra punishment, but her legs began kicking and she\nwrithed uncontrollably. There were occasional yells of encouragement from the\nwatchers and shouts of 'Good shot!' when a particularly good smack landed.\nPatricias bottom was quickly becoming crimson through the tights. Now she was\nyelling, begging him to stop. She'd never been spanked before, and this was some\nbaptism.

\n\n

This\ncontinued for a good ten minutes, by which time tears were streaming down\nPatricias face. Then he moved to her thighs, spanking each one thoroughly\nuntil they too glowed crimson, drawing louder yelps and more vigorous writhing.\nFinally, a few more to the bottom, and this part of her punishment was over.\nThe landlord ordered Patricia to stay where she was, re-spread her legs, and\nsettled back to enjoy his handiwork.

\n\n

I\nfelt strange, and I had done throughout. This was my girlfriend, my love being\nbeaten, being humiliated. Part of me, most of me even, hated it. I hated the\nfact that everyone was taking pleasure out of this, hated them for the pain and\ndegradation being heaped on Patricia, hated them for exposing her body. But\npart of me wanted to do this to her, to have that power. Worst of all, part of\nme wanted this man to thrash her as hard as he could, to humiliate her further!\nWhy? I loved her, and yet somewhere deep inside me, however guilty I felt about\nit, I was thrilled.

\n\n

The\nlandlord examined Patricia, fondling her legs, her bum cheeks and her vagina.\nThis time, though still sobbing freely, she was as still as a statue - she\ndidn't want to make things even worse for herself. Eventually the landlord\nasked for a large, wide stool to be brought from behind the bar. It was placed\non the floor and Patricia was ordered to stand up and face the audience. Her\nface was red and tear-streaked. She gave me a quick glance of misery and then\nlooked down at the floor, unable to face our stares.

\n\n

'Right,'\nsaid George 'I want you to kneel on the stool.' When Patricia had done this, he\nordered her to spread her legs until each knee was at the edge of the stool.\nThen she was ordered to bend forward with her elbows on the floor. In this\nposition, with her back arched, the dress rode up to expose her vagina. It was\nquickly lifted to show the whole of her blushing bottom, raised to the sky, and\nGeorge took the opportunity to have another fondle. Then he took the martinet,\ncircled Patricia, raised the implement and..... CRACK! The individual thongs\ndanced over her backside and she yelped with the pain. Again, the arm rose and\nthem fell. The result was the same. Patricia jerked and cried out 'Please, I\ndon't think I can take any more of this!'

\n\n

'Of\ncourse you can young lady.' came the reply, and another shot sizzled down onto\nthe meat of her bottom. He continued with the strokes, hard wristy\nshots, greeted each time by a cry of agony. I doubt that Patricia cared any\nmore that people could see her body. She must have taken thirty or so, the\nyells getting louder, the moans deeper and the writhing more pronounced.

\n\n\n\n

I\ncould see strange snakelike patterns of red appearing across her cheeks,\nmingling with the lighter hues of her spanking. Her bottom was livid.

\n\n

Eventually\nhowever, the Landlord was satisfied, and Patricia was ordered to stand.\nThankfully she was now given a short break, and I was allowed to comfort her.\nWe didn't talk, just held each other as she sobbed deeply. I prayed she would\nhave the strength for the next stages.

\n\n

All\ntoo soon, she was pulled away from me. I moved back to my corner, and Patricia\nwas forced centre stage once more.

\n\n

'I\nthink we'll have that dress off now' said the landlord, and this was greeted by\na cheer from those watching. Patricia looked as though she wished she could\ndie. She slowly unzipped her dress, then, looking away from us, she let it slip\nto the floor. Another cheer broke out.

\n\n

'Place\nyour hands on the back of your head and look to the front girl' ordered George.\nPatricia complied, and the action jutted her breasts towards us. The landlord\nsmoothed her hair back from over her face and then cupped one of her breasts\nwith his hand.

\n\n

'These\nare fantastic' he said, and there was a murmur of agreement. They certainly\nwere - large, but not large enough to be saggy; firm and up-tilting. Her\nnipples stiffened with the cold.

\n\n

'Here\nshe must like this' laughed George. Patricia gave a groan of pure misery. To\nall extents and purposes, she was now fully naked, wearing only the thin tights\nand high heels. Her black pubes were clearly visible to the watching crowd. 'Turn\naround' he ordered, and as she did so we all looked at the damage done. The\nbacks of her thighs were still red, and her backside was a mosaic of pattern.\nThe high heels set her legs off magnificently.

\n\n

'Right\nyoung lady, I think twelve strokes of the tawse for\nyou' said George. He pulled up a chair and instructed Patricia to kneel on it,\nbending down to touch the floor on the other side. She was slightly side on to\nus, so we could see her breasts dangling towards the ground. Of course, once\nagain her legs were spread.

\n\n

There\nwas no messing about now. The tawse was raised, then\nTHWACK, it sizzled down onto Patricias bum. She shrieked and jerked\nconvulsively, and a hand came back forlornly to try and protect herself.

\n\n

'Put\nthat back!' shouted George, 'And I think you can count out each stroke and say\nthank you sir. Get it wrong and we start again. There was a pause and then\nPatricias voice sobbed 'One, thank you sir.' She really took a thrashing then.\nIt's impossible to describe properly. Each shot was followed by a scream, then\na number, and finally by a 'thank you sir'. Her voice became ever more\ndesperate, her shrieks louder and she trembled continuously, whimpering between\nshots, apologising and pleading for mercy. I was just\nthankful she didn't lose count. After every stroke her breasts dangled\nhelplessly, and another bright line appeared on her bum or thighs.

\n\n\n\n\n\n

To think I'd thought they'd been red\nbefore! Finally came the cry of 'twelve, thank you sir.' It was over but the\nsobs continued. There was still the cane to come.

\n\n

Patricia\nwas left in that position, crying uncontrollably, for some time. Eventually she\nwas pulled to her feet and ordered to resume her previous pose. Tears streamed\ndown her face, falling over her breasts and down her abdomen to her tights. I\nlooked at her dark bush, neatly trimmed, pushing against the material, each\nside separated by the lining of the tights. This was a sight that had\npreviously only aroused me in the privacy of our bedroom.

\n\n

There\nwere to be more poses now. Patricia was told to clamber up onto the pool table\nand sit facing us. She was instructed to lean back and spread her legs as far\nas they could go. It didn't take me two seconds to recognise\nthat this was a pose right out of a pornographic magazine. Patricia began to\ncry again. She was fully exposed, presenting herself to us. Well I thought she\nwas fully exposed. The landlord returned with a pair of scissors and cut around\nthe gusset of the tights. Patricias vagina sprung free. He told her to place\nher hand down her tights and part her labia with her fingers. Now she was fully\nexposed, and George took advantage to probe right inside her pussy with his\nfingers, playing with her clitoris. 'She's all wet down here' he chuckled.\nPatricia groaned, the humiliation unbearable.

\n\n

Then he picked up his cane. He made\nPatricia lay back and pull her knees up to her chest, tightly together. He then\npulled her shoes off, and that nearly did for me. Feet covered by stockings or\ntights is another of my little fetishes. Patricia had begun to whimper with\nfear again. She was quite right to do so. The cane swished down in an arc and\nconnected with the firm flesh of her backside, burying itself deep. Patricia\nshrieked in agony and a bright red line imprinted itself on her backside.\nAgain, the cane rose and fell. CRACK! this time into the crease between her bum\nand thighs. 'Aaarghh!' Patricias legs kicked out\nuncontrollably, just as the next stroke cracked into the middle of her thighs.

\n\n

'Get\nthose legs back into position!' George yelled or I'll add extra strokes.'\nPatricia obeyed, sobbing. Three more times the cane fell. Each time her hands\nmoved to protect herself, each time she was ordered to remove them. Six angry\nlines were left.

\n\n

George\ntold Patricia to straighten and spread her legs. She looked up through her parted\nthighs, over her gaping pussy, exposed for us all to see, and the cane arced\ndown again and again and again, six more times in total. Each time she lost the\nposition, kicking in agony, and each time she had to retake it. I don't think\nshe really knew where she was any more. All she knew was the sting of the cane.

\n\n

After those strokes, I thought her\nordeal was over, but she was pulled to the floor in a very undignified manner\nand told to put her shoes back on. George made her cross her legs and touch her\ntoes. Her tights were finally lowered to her ankles and Patricia endured\nanother six cuts, half to her legs, the rest to her naked rump. The dances she\ndid after every stroke lewdly exposed herself and were accompanied by catcalls\nfrom those watching. The thrashing was now over.

\n\n

Patricia\npulled up her tights as told. What was going to happen now? I soon found out.\nPints of beer were brought out and poured all over her, over her hair, breasts,\nbottom, and down her tights to her vagina. She was then stripped out of the wet\ntights, her shoes put back on, and it was my turn. I was stripped fully, my\nerection now very obvious. Some of the women called out, the men laughed, and\nthe landlord said pointedly 'He was as turned on as the rest of us.' Patricia\nlooked at me, shocked. I also had beer poured over\nme.

\n\n

The\nrest of the night we served pints and endured comments, groping and slapping.\nAs the evening drew to an end, the punters left, and we cleared up silently\nunder the watchful eye of the landlord. Before we went to bed, he said quietly 'Best\nbirthday present I've ever had.' We didn't say a word as we showered, climbed\ninto bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, both crying.

\n\n\n\n

Now\nyou may think, as I did, that that would be the end of our relationship. I was\nequally to blame, but she'd endured most of the punishment. I had got off\nlightly. And so it seemed as we drove back to\nuniversity in silence. However, we endured. We didn't mention it for a while,\nexcept when she would say 'The marks are fading now.' and I would agree.

\n\n

However,\nhere's the funny thing. I'll never understand women fully. About a month later\nPatricia began talking to me about it, telling me what it was like, the pain\nand humiliation. We both became quite aroused - not so surprising in my case,\nI'd become somewhat obsessed by the whole business ever since, but in hers? I\nshot her a questioning look. She explained that while she could never endure\nthe pain, the idea of being under someone's power, the humiliation of being\nexposed to all those people, and the appreciative comments she'd got, were now\nplaying on her mind. We fucked like crazy that night.

\n\n

As\nI said at the start, this was the beginning of life as it is today. Spanking is\nvery much part of our sexual foreplay, as are the fantasies we make up. We'll\nnever graduate to the really painful stuff, but maybe one day the cane will be\ngently used. We eventually even wrote off to the pub, asking for a copy of the\ntape of the ordeal, and they sent us one. With it was a letter saying how much\nthey'd enjoyed watching it and inviting us to stay for free. We've never taken\nthem up on the offer, but often watch the video. Why it turns Patricia on I'll\nnever know, but it does. And as our engagement proves, our relationship has\nnever been stronger.

\n\n\n\n

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