THE ATONEMENTS OF JOANIE: MORE PENANCES FOR JOAN BY PENT Part 4 From the implements on the table beside me Sir John selected the ping-pong bat. He just said: "May this penance bring some ease to your mind, my dear Joan!" He turned the sand timer then hit the back of the padded leather armchair hard with the ping-pong bat making a horrendous BAMMMMMMMMMM!!! With the next stroke he brought it down on my bottom and I could see in the mirror -he completely flattened my firm round cheeks and it was agonizing . . . Sir John beat my bottom again and again with the ping-pong bat and every time he hit the back of the leather armchair with the bat BAMMMMMMMMMMM!!! several times before each spank of my bottom with the ping-pong bat so I didn't know when it was coming . . . The noise when the bat hit the leather armchair terrified me and each spank with the ping-pong bat on my soft round bottom was A-G-G-G-G-O-N-N-N-N-Y- Y-Y-Y!!!! and I watched between the tears that flooded from my eyes as first one soft round tender cheek was flattened and bounced back and then the other and again and again and Hell itself couldn't hurt more . . . Darling dear Mama - I thought - I am doing this for you!! And I deeply deserve it . . . Sir John's last blow on my bruised and battered bottom was even harder that all the others and I shouted out: "Ohhhhh! Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" And at last Sir John had finished -I lay there over the padded back of the leather armchair sobbing and stunned while Sir John's hand gently soothed my burning bottom until my sobs quietened and my breathing eased a bit . . . then he returned to the card table and the four men went on with their poker game . . . It seemed to take longer this round of poker and I was lying there sore and aching . . . when Uncle Penty said: "My game again! Sorry my dear Abbot!!" "You know, I would like it to be a bit warmer in here! The fire is set and I'll just put a match to it . . ." Then as he came over to me he said: "I am going to change you to be standing up, Joanie love." and he undid the wrist-thongs at the front legs of the chair and helped me to stand upright but still with my legs spread wide then he tied my wrist-thongs to a wooden bar that he'd put in to run across the room above my head and tucked the back of my dress firmly in again at the neck My sore red bare bottom was again plainly visible for all to see framed by my hair tied back in a bow and tucked-up dress above and my shiny black shoes and calf- length white socks below . . . Uncle Penty moved the mirrors too so I could see my own back again and everything going on behind me in my new position . . . "There! I want your bottom full and round and soft for this penance, Joanie love. You are to relax your muscles there . . ." and his hand squished first one cheek then the other . . . "It is not a punishment you are going to enjoy, I promise you, Joanie, because that's not the way for you to atone this evening. 'Spare the rod and spoil the child!'." He turned the five-minute sand timer and lifted the lighter one of the leather belts - I heard it whistle through he air around his head for a long time before Penty brought it down . . . It cut into my soft round bottom and I could see in the mirror that the leather bit deep into my full round cheeks . . . The pain was terrible and I yelled out . . . AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! and Uncle Penty let his hand drop to his side - He was going to stop!!!! I was very tempted . . . but after a moment I turned my head and nodded hard for Uncle Penty to keep on with beating me for my expiation . . . I shouted in pain with each cut of the narrow leather into the soft young flesh of my lovely round bottom -and the pain of each stroke was excruciating . . . Whissssstle - CRACKKKK!!! . . . AAAAAAHHHHHH!! Whisssssssssstle - CRACKKKK!!! . . . AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! Whissssstle - CRACKKKK!!! . . . AAAAAAHHHHHH!! Whisssssssssssssstle - CRACKKKK!!! . . . AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! . . . on and on and on . . . until Uncle Penty at last ended his terrible beating with the belt and I was left sobbing: "Ohhh! Mamaaaa!! Ohhh! Mamaaaaaaa!! . . ." I was becoming too wracked with pain to focus on much else but I vaguely knew the four men were again playing a round of poker then it was Mr. Brown who said: "My game!" Then Uncle Penty: "We don't need the electric lights so much now the fire is going -I'll turn them down a bit . . ." And the dining room became mostly lit by the flickering flames of the fire . . . As Mr. Brown came close: "Joan my dear, to fully expiate the wrongs you have done you must feel a willow cane that has been soaking in water cut deep into your lovely soft twelve-year-old bottom . ." "Don't forget: I will stop the minute you say - if you want me to -but I think I know just how hard you can bear me to use a wet willow cane . . . so now!!" And he turned the sand timer then took a willow cane from the glass jar where they were standing soaking in water and water drops flew all over the place as waved it in the air with a long frightening SWIS-S-S-S-S-S-H before he brought it down hard . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! I jumped and almost yelled . . . until I realized it was not me the blow had landed on . . . it had cut into the padded back of the armchair instead of me!!! He'd done the same thing as Dr. Cooper and Sir John . . . just to frighten me! Well, he succeeded!!!! I was shaking uncontrollably in fear and trembling at the excruciating cut I was to get as Mr. Brown swished the willow cane around his head again for a long time then brought it down . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! on my soft round bottom . . . and I . . . YELLLLLLLLLED!!! part in terror and part from the awful pain of it . . And that first cut with the wet willow cane hurt even more than the leather belt. Even as I felt the agony of that cut into my poor bottom, I saw in the reflection that the cane had buried itself deep into the roundness of my soft cheeks . . . Then he raised the cane again - and the flickering light from the fire made it even more scary -another long frightening SWIS-S-S-S-S-SH before he brought it down . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! on the padded leather back of the armchair again . . . I couldn't stop from shaking as Mr. Brown raised the willow cane again and it went SWIS-S-S-S-S-S-SH around his head then brought it down . . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! to cut again into my soft round bottom . . . and I YELLLLLLED!!!! in shock at the fearful sight and the terrible pain from the whippy wet willow wand . . . Mr. Brown went on like this often slamming the willow wand . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! into the soft leather padding of the armchair which terrified me beyond belief!!! and then bringing the wet whippy willow wand down . . . CRAKKKKKK!!! onto my poor soft twelve-year-old girl's bottom - and I YELLLLLED!!! in terror and pain . . . Mr. Brown laid the cuts all on different places across my bottom - I could see in the mirror -so none of them overlapped or crossed and he left long intervals between each one while he made the cane SWIS-S-S-S- S-S-H through the air in that terrifying way and hit it on the padded leather of the armchair . . . CRAKKKKKKKK!!! before he gave me another searing slash across my burning bottom. By the end of his five minutes Mr. Brown had added terribly to the pain I'd had from the previous punishments to my poor soft young bottom . . . I knew the Abbot was really being kind and could have almost killed me with that wet willow cane and I was deeply thankful he hadn't . . . But I was sobbing in pain as he finished his penance for me and gently soothed the burning curves of my soft bottom with a tender caressing hand Then he completely surprised me - in the nicest possible way -and the others three as well I think -he kneeled on the floor behind me and slowly, deeply kissed first one cheek of my poor striped bottom and then the other, saying: "KIS-S-S-S-S-S . . . Please forgive me, my dear Joan!" "KIS-S-S-S-S-S . . . Please forgive me, my dear Joan!" but as he pressed his face deep first into one cheek and then into the other I felt the most awful sharp pains like needles as his jabby beard prickled and stung my tender cheeks . . . Then he stood up again and went back to the poker table leaving me to bear my agony and soreness and the humiliation of the wanton exhibition I was providing as best I could miserably on my own . . . in the flickering light of the fire. The next round of poker came to an end and I was surprised to hear Mr. Brown say: "And my game again!" "Pent, can you change Joan's hands around so she faces us, please? Have to undo her feet too, of course and no need to re-tie them . . . Just have her held in place by her wrists: quite enough. Don't think she's going to go anywhere!!" And Uncle Penty untied my ankles and my wrists and turned me to face the poker table with my wrists tied again above my head. Then, he took off the white bow holding my hair neatly in place and he removed my shiny black shoes and the white socks which had been up until then the sole garments below my waist and must have looked oddly school-girlish to my tormentors! and I now stood barefoot on the Turkish carpet . . . "Thank you, Pent! Now we can lift Joan's dress right up slide it up her arms and hang it over the bar above . . . And take off her little bra too!!" I was standing now completely naked and facing the poker table without a single stitch of clothing . . . I hated anyone to look at the tiny mounds on my chest let alone three completely strange men and Uncle Penty and it was so much worse with my little pussy on display too - naked, with none of the soft hair that would grow later -while I was standing tied up like a plucked chicken hanging in a butcher shop . . . My face blushed crimson again and the agony felt worse than the beatings I'd had . . . The firelight was soft and flickering but I writhed and squirmed even so: there was nowhere to hide my shame and embarrassment. Mr. Brown seemed almost not to notice though and turned over the timer then picked up the long decorator's wooden ruler: it must have been all of three feet! "Joan, remember: This is for your own good!!!" He stood at one side of me and waved the long wooden ruler around in the air making a fearsome noise then brought it down across my chest with a sharp . . . SLAPPPP! right across my little titties!!! The sharp pain brought tears gushing from my eyes - I couldn't have stopped them if I'd wanted -the pain cut right into my little breasts starting to sprout there... Mr. Brown waited a long time - - - - - - - - - - - - - -then waved the long wooden ruler around in the air again to make the same fearsome noise then brought it down again across my chest with a sharp SLAPPPP! just below my little titties!!! Then did it again the fierce noise that made me cringe in fear then - SLAPPPP! across the top of my breasts and giving me agonizing pains in my little boobies . . . I thought I would die the pain was so sharp as it cut deep into me!! Never ever had I been hurt in this way before and it was agony. Only telling myself that I truly wanted to atone enabled me to go on with the awful stabbing pain in my little boobies. By the time Mr. Brown had finished his five minutes I was feeling horribly nauseous and ill with the pain and crying uncontrollably . . . and he reached over and oh-so- gently massaged my little boobies. I was torn between outrage at what he was doing and gratitude for the small relief he was giving to my agony and my face must have shown my blushing weeping confusion . . Mr. Brown again knelt, this time in front of me and I thought he was going to kiss me down there . . . but the dear Abbot just bowed his head and said: "Please forgive me, my dear Joan!" But I couldn't answer at all - for sobbing: I just nodded to him . . . At last though Mr. Brown went back to the card table and I had to watch them through my tears, feeling sore all over, as the four men settled down again to play another round of poker. I could not look away from a mirror: they played poker right in front of me to decide who was to torture me next and staring from time to time straight at my red-striped boobies . . . It was Sir John who cried out: "My turn!!" (and it sounded almost enthusiastic?!) He came over and stood in front of me for a long time just looking me - all over by the strong flickering light of the fire from the top of my head and down my body sloooooowly past my pussy down my legs and right on down to my feet. I knew this didn't count as part of his five minutes. It was free time he was taking to humiliate and embarrass me and it was agony to bear -I hated it!!!! At last he said: "I like that ruler -But I am going to use it a bit differently on you To help you to atone, my dear Joan!!!" And after turning the egg timer he whirled the long wood ruler around even more menacingly than Mr. Brown had done then brought it down across the middle of my tummy . . . SLAPPPPPPPPP!!! It was a total surprise to me!! and I . . . . . . . . YELLLLLLLLLED!!! at the new pain. Then he whirled the long wood ruler around again and brought it down across the tops of my legs . . . SLAPPPPPPPPP!!! and I . . . . . SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMED!!! My bottom was pressed against the back of the heavy leather arm chair so I had to just stand there while the long ruler went . . . SLAPPPPPPPPP!!! again and again and again . . . against the front of my thighs and against my tummy and it STIIIIIIINGED and HURRRRRTED most awfully . . . and every time he did it, I . . . . . SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMED!!! I'd never even heard of anyone being beaten in this way! It seemed barbarous and cruel and uncivilized to beat a twelve-year-old girl on her legs and tummy like this!! And it hurt most awfully . . . I cried out with each blow on those most sensitive places and just shut my eyes and yelled and screamed and wept with the pain . . . I thought Sir John was enjoying what he was doing to me which made it an even worse punishment for me . . . Then Sir John's time came to an end at last and he did the same as the others -he gently rubbed where he had beaten me - "to soothe it" . . . His hand slowly fondled my sore sore tummy then slid down to caress the tops of my legs brushing all the time against my pussy . . . I almost shouted out in protest but knew that would end all further penance and I would still have no relief from my burden -so I gritted my teeth and endured this penance too . . . until Sir John had finished tormenting me and he returned to the card table . . . And the poker game went on while I was sore and bruised all down my front from my titties down to my tummy and the front of my thighs. Dr. Cooper won the next round of poker and I heard his: "My turn again!!" (he had spanked my bottom hard with the bedroom slipper last time, I remembered!)