THE ATONEMENTS OF JOANIE: JOANIE IN TROUBLE BY PENT Part 7 My dear Joanie, this is the account of yet another occasion when your behavior led inevitably to a severe spanking . . . and this time you got a school friend into trouble too . . As before, I write as though it is you telling what happened, Joanie, to help bring it all back to your memory, so many years later . . . With fondest memories, dearest Joanie, Your ever loving Uncle Penty X X X X Lydia and I were having a late dip in the school's warm swim pool. No one else was around - which right away was breaking the rules of "Miss Potter's School for Ladies" - and we were having a wild time chasing each other to the bottom of the pool, and back up into the last of the sunlight. Tall, slender Lydia was more languid than lively by nature, but she could swim like a seal. As we were cavorting in the water that evening, Lydia turned on the surface and swam close past in front of me, just kicking her legs gently - then suddenly, up-ended and dove downwards. As her round cheeks passed slowly down in front of my face - and without even thinking - I gave a swipe with my hand . . . . A quick reaction by me, but I knew I'd really stung her bottom. I waited anxiously for her to come up . . . As Lydia's head broke the surface again - she grinned . . . and shouted: "Harder!!", and came towards me again just kicking her legs like before. This time as she up-ended and her lovely bottom slowly sank into the water, I was ready and put all my force into the spank I gave her . . . Lydia grinned again as she surfaced, and shouted: "Better!" She repeated her up-ending near me . . . again and again she did it . . . and each time I spanked her tempting bottom as hard as I could . . . At last, though, I waved when she came up and shouted: "Let's dress - we'll be late!" The changing rooms were right beside the water. We soon had our swimsuits off and got the hot showers going. Lydia's bottom was scarlet from the spanks of my hand, and I wanted to thank her . . . for letting me discover this side of her. "Here! Let me dry you, lovely Lydia!!" She was really beautiful - shoulder length fair hair and a creamy-skinned, long- legged body, with her boobies just starting to sprout - like mine - and a perfect bottom. I took her towel, and rubbed her hair. Then down her back, to dab her cheeks gently with the towel. I went round to the front, and gently patted her little boobies, and on down her tummy, and tickled her pussy playfully with the towel . . . and I saw she liked that. Then I don't know what came over me . . . I just seemed to act on instinct . . . I'd never ever done anything like this before. . I dropped her towel on the floor of the shower - and kneeled on it. My face was on a level with Lydia's pussy - and I reached round and gripped her blazing red cheeks firmly in my two hands . . . and pressed my mouth gently into Lydia's lovely quim . . . My tongue licked and lapped and sucked and slurped, and Lydia gave little croaking noises of delight, as she jerked her pussy towards my hungry mouth, and got up on her tip toes, and down, again and again. One of my hands was making fun with my own pussy at the same time, and our grunts and gasps got more and more sensuous . . . until we groaned and shuddered and shook, in a wonderful moment of one-ness and ecstasy - lost to the world - - - - -when the door flew open, and Miss Potter, the Principal herself, stood there, framed by the setting sun, stunned to silence. "GIRLS!!! WHY are you here?? WHAT is this???!!!" I was too shocked and dazed to even try to stand up - I just kneeled there staring stupidly . . . "GET dressed immediately - QUICKLY, now!!!!" And Miss Potter stepped back out of the shower door. We wetly pulled our clothes on, and soon dressed, we went to her: "Yes, Miss Potter!", we both said. "Joan, you are to go home immediately. I will ask Mr. Embury your guardian to deal with you tomorrow!" "Lydia, you will walk back to your dormitory, and you will go straight to your room and into bed. I will tell Matron you are unwell and not to be disturbed. "You are to stay in your room tomorrow, until I send for you! A maid will bring you meals . . . "But, Lydia, Joan: Neither of you is to say a word about this to anyone!! Do you understand?!!" "Yes Miss Potter!!", we said. "You are both equally guilty of this most flagrant breach of decorum and decency! I am not sure I can even let either of you stay in the school - - -" "I will consider the matter! "Now, do what I've said, and not a word to anyone!!", looking awfully fierce! I turned to walk home, and dear Lydia went the other way, towards her dormitory building, while Miss Potter got on her bicycle and rode off, kicking furiously at the pedals. When I got home, Uncle Pent met me in the hall as I went in. He looked very serious and said: "Miss Potter has been on the telephone . . She sounded upset about something she says you have done, and wants me to be in her study at nine tomorrow. "What have you been doing, Joanie my dear?" "She said I am not to talk about it with anyone!" "Come into the study . . ." Shutting the door: "Joanie my love, you mustn't leave another person to tell me if you've done something wrong. *You* must tell me yourself! "Remember, I am your Uncle: I love you very dearly and I am always on *your* side . . . "What's happened, Joanie love?" "Oh!! Uncle Pent!! I'd been swimming with a friend, and I was being nice to her in the showers afterwards, when Miss Potter walked in, and she saw what I was doing!! "It was awfullllll!!!" "When you say "Being Nice" to your friend: Were you kissing her?" "Yeeees!! Uncle Pent!" "Were you kissing your friend on her lips - or somewhere else? Joanie, tell me!! Don't make me drag it out of you like in a law court!!" "Uncle Pent . . . I was kissing her pussy . . . and she liked it very much . . ." "Were either of you having an orgasm as Miss Potter walked in?" "Yes Uncle Pent . . . . both of us were . . ." "Joanie love, don't just stand there! Come and sit on my knee so I can cuddle you . . . "So, that's what's making Miss Potter ask herself if she can continue to keep you and the other girl in her school?! Dear sweet Joanie . . . "Or is there more? Is there anything else, any tiny little thing that Miss Potter may complain about when she sees me tomorrow? "Don't let me be surprised by something I don't know about, will you Joanie? Is there anything else to this??" "Well I don't think Miss Potter knows, but I was spanking Lydia in the swim pool, before this all happened, and her bottom was scarlet when Miss Potter discovered us. "But I really don't think she noticed that . . ." "Sounds as though you and Lydia had quite a time, down at the swim pool this evening!! "Tell me a bit about Lydia - Is her home here in town, like you? Have you met her parents?" "No, Uncle Pent, her parents are in Europe somewhere - her Father works at an American Embassy. So Lydia is a boarder at the school, and goes to an Aunt in Canada for vacations." "Hmmmmm! Miss Potter will probably want me to spank you, like when she sent that letter two years ago; And you'll have to be brave about that Joanie love, or she'll say you must leave the school. "I am going to be interested to hear what punishment Miss Potter orders for Lydia, though, when she doesn't give corporal punishment in her school and Lydia's parents are in Europe . . . "Joanie, go upstairs now and do any homework you've got. Miss Potter doesn't want you to go to school tomorrow and I am to be there at nine. "So in the morning after breakfast, go to your room again, and use the time to work ahead in the textbooks you've got at home. "Don't lose sleep over this, Joanie! Leave tomorrow to look after itself!! Goodnight my love!!" and he gave me a hug, and kissed me tenderly - and patted my bottom as I turned and left . . . Uncle Penty told me when he got back from the school, next morning, what happened when he met with Miss Potter: "Mr. Embury! Pray be seated!! I will come straight to the point! I was bicycling past the changing rooms of the swimming pool, yesterday evening, and I heard - unusual - noises coming from inside. "I opened the door, and there before my very eyes, was your ward, Joan, in flagrante delicto with another girl, called Lydia Forsythe. "Never ever in my school has such gross blatant indecency like this ever been discovered before!! "I find it difficult to see how either girl can remain in the school to contaminate - that's the only word for it - to contaminate the other girls with their lewdness and depravity!! "What have you to say, Mr. Embury?!!" "You horrify me, Miss Potter!!! I really don't know . . . It comes as a complete surprise . . . "How old is the other girl - Lydia, did you say?" "Lydia is fourteen, the same as Joan - Her parents live in Europe, and she goes to an Aunt in Canada for vacations. "I would consider accepting as punishment for both girls, a severe spanking on their bare bottoms, which I witness - "But I would have to ask you to administer the spanking to Lydia, in your house, as we do not give corporal punishment on school premises." "I have a letter from Lydia's parents, which gives their permission for just such a punishment, if I ever feel it is called for." And she handed the letter to Uncle Penty, and he read it, then said: "Miss Potter, the severe spanking that you propose, sounds a suitable punishment for the two girls - and please let me have a copy of this letter for my records, in case my spanking of Lydia is ever questioned later." "Yes, certainly, Mr. Embury! "I was hoping we could act this evening, and conclude the whole matter before class tomorrow, so the girls are left in suspense no longer than needed." "Yes indeed, Miss Potter. I suggest you bring Lydia to my house this evening - at seven-thirty? "Should both girls be dressed in their school-uniform kilts, which are convenient for chastisement?" "Indeed, yes, Mr. Embury! And before each girl is spanked, she must be tied securely over the back of a chair to bring home to her that she is unable to move and totally under our control in what follows. "I would like you to start with thirty hard swipes, with your hand, on Lydia's bare bottom, witnessed by me and by Joan too, so she watches the painful punishment of her friend. "I will ask for more than thirty spanks, if Lydia shows any lack of contrition!" "I should hope to make Lydia extremely sorry for what she did, with even less than thirty spanks to her bare bottom, Miss Potter!" "Good! My sport in the summer is tennis, you know Mr. Embury, and I have a strong forehand stroke! I feel it would be appropriate if *I* administer Joan's spanking, rather than you, after you have tied her down to a chair so she feels completely at our mercy. "This will all be entirely proper at your house, so we maintain the rule against corporal punishment on school premises . . . "This spanking of Joan by me, after you have finished spanking Lydia, will be witnessed by both Lydia and yourself . . . "If we can agree on these arrangements, I will bring Lydia to your house, and we will arrive at seven-thirty this evening!" Uncle Penty agreed and said, as he left Miss Potter's study with a copy of the letter of permission from Lydia's parents: "Miss Potter, I feel sure that the thoughtful punishment we have planned for these two young girls, will successfully deter them from ever being discovered again in the grossly indecent situation that you found them in! "I look forward to welcoming you and Lydia Forsythe to my house, at seven thirty this evening!" Uncle Penty returned home, and told me what had been arranged. "I needn't tell you Joanie love, I will be tying Lydia and you to the leather armchair so well that it will give Miss Potter exciting dreams for months. "And after your spankings you must look very tearful and penitent this evening, penitent enough for Miss Potter to believe she will never again find you with Lydia, or any other girl, the way she saw you at the swim pool! "I only hope young Lydia has the sense to do the same - or Miss Potter will be demanding much more than thirty spanks for both of you . . . "I will ask Blossom to bring a good lunch up to your room, then a light snack at six, before she leaves the house for the evening: You don't want a lot of food in your tummy on these occasions! "Then I want you to do all you can on the toilet and use a douche to wash out your bottom, before you have a good soak in a hot bath and use soap to make sure you are very clean - everywhere. "Dress yourself in your school-kilt uniform, with a pair of simple white draws underneath - not too tight, so they will be easy to pull down . . . "I will come up for you at seven-twenty!" "Uncle Pent - will it hurt an awful lot??" "Let me put it this way, Joanie love: In spite of her rule against corporal punishment at the school, I suspect that Miss Potter really enjoys spanking girls on their bare bottoms! "By being so careless, and letting her discover you in the very act with your friend Lydia, you have given her the chance to spank you as hard and as long as she likes! "Yes, Joanie love! I think Miss Potter is going to give you a really severe spanking tonight - on your bare bottom! "And I hope it teaches you not to be so careless in the future, about what should only be done in a private and secure place. "Now, upstairs and concentrate on your school books! I'll come for you just before seven thirty . . ." I didn't even look at my school books all afternoon of course. Instead, I got out the book Uncle Penty had given two years before: "Penances for a Nun" and prepared for my spanking that night, by gazing at the pictures in the ancient book, which showed nuns being spanked by monks, in all sorts of different ways, and imagined myself in the nuns' places . . . Blossom brought up my lunch, then a little food in the evening, and told me to be good, as she was to be out of the house for the evening. After a shower, I put on plain white cotton panties, then a crisp white blouse, and my school kilt, with low-heeled black shiny shoes. I brushed my shoulder-length hair until it shone, and held it back with a white ribbon . . . Then I picked up my book again, and tried to imagine what a spanking from Miss Potter would be like, tied down so I couldn't move and watched by Lydia, and by Uncle Penty . . I felt hot and cold by turns, with a mixture of dread, and mounting excitement . . . By the time Uncle Penty knocked on my door, I was shaking with trepidation - and a strange feeling of joy and anticipation . . . Uncle Penty led me down to the dining room, and I had to hold on hard to the banister rail as we descended, as my knees were wobbling with fear of what was going to happen to me. The big table had been folded away to make plenty of room for our punishments . . . The sofa, and a padded leather-covered armchair, were arranged for people to sit and talk, with a tea-table set between them, and a sherry decanter on it too . . . The second padded leather armchair was turned - ominously - with its back to the other seats, and some distance from them. Several pieces of soft braided rope had been placed on the floor so the ends came out on each side of the armchair, ready to tie us each in turn . . . More than a dozen candle sconces around the room added their warm mellow glow to the usual electric lights . . . I heard a car drive up outside, and the door knocker banged loudly - I peeked through a crack in the curtains, and saw Miss Potter's black sedan outside. Uncle Penty left me and went to open the door . . . and in came Lydia, looking demure and attractive, in a crisp white blouse, and her school kilt - the same as me. Lydia was followed by Miss Potter, wearing one of her stern-looking dresses, and a grim expression on her face . . . Uncle Penty followed them in, and closed the dining room door behind him, as Miss Potter said: "Lydia - this is Mr. Embury: Mr. Embury - Lydia Forsythe." And Penty shook her hand: "Glad to meet you, Lydia!", which startled Lydia a bit! Miss Potter looked around the dining room, sizing up the furnishings and their arrangement, then: "Mr. Embury, let me tell Joan and Lydia again, why we are all here in your house! "Stand here, in front of me, please, girls! and listen!! "You are both guilty of behaving outrageously in the changing rooms of the school swimming pool yesterday! "You were conducting yourselves in a way that was quite abominable! "We are here for you to be punished, until I feel certain that you will never be found behaving in such a lewd and wanton fashion, ever again, on the premises of my school!!! "If I can not feel certain tonight that you are going to change your ways, then I will have no alternative but to expel you both from school! "You, Lydia, will be on the first flight tomorrow, to your Aunt in Canada!! And you, Joan, will never enter my school again!!! "I am inclined to think, however, that you are both amenable to discipline and you will show me, before I leave tonight, that you are contrite, and have fully atoned for your appalling behavior! "Lydia! Your parents have given me a letter, as you know, which permits me to arrange any punishments for you that I see fit. "Mr. Embury, here, has kindly agreed to spank you on your bare bottom, thirty times - - - Or more if I feel that more is needed! "Joan! After Mr. Embury has finished spanking Lydia, you will be spanked by me. Again, for thirty times - or more if I feel that more is needed to achieve your full atonement and make you completely penitent! "Joan - Please stand there, with your back to that wall, so you see the punishment of your friend! "I shall sit upon the sofa - Mr. Embury, please proceed with tying Lydia securely in place so she can not move and spanking her on her bare bottom, thirty times . . . . to start with!" I saw that Uncle Penty didn't like being ordered around like this in his own house! I think it was to regain control that he said, very politely: "Lydia . . . please take off your panties and bend yourself over the back of this padded-leather arm chair! Lydia looked startled, but removed her pantied as modestly as she could then laid herself over the back of the back of the heavy leather arm chair, while Penty went on: "Miss Potter, allow me to pour you a schooner of Bristol Cream sherry - unless you would prefer tea? . . . Then sherry it is! "The room is not over-warm . . . let me give you this silk shawl across your lap to warm you! "Blossom left us some cake on the table here, before she went for the evening . . . Do please help yourself, and to the sherry, while I devote my full attention to young Lydia here!" Miss Potter took a deep drink of the sherry, and bit into a substantial slice of cake, while she settled herself comfortably into the sofa, with an air of expectation that said: "Let the games proceed!" "Lydia . . . Please move your hips forward, so you are further over the back of the chair!" And I saw it was the padded leather armchair which had a small lump sticking up on top of the back - a lump which would fit snugly in, to press against Lydia's pussy . . . "Good! Now, I am going to hold you in place with ropes so you will be unable to move while I am punishing you". With that, Penty tied Lydia's wrists to the front legs of the leather armchair. Then Penty tied Lydia's ankles to the back legs of the armchair while he pulled them wide apart. He followed this by bringing up the ropes that he had already placed under the chair and lay on the floor where they came out on each side, and tied them round her body. By the time he had finished, Lydia had been trussed with the soft braided lines that encircled her body in four separate places, from each side. The ropes made Lydia look as though she must be a desperate criminal: they were far more than were needed to hold her secure and she could hardly breathe by the look of it. "I have tied the ropes with knots that will not slip, Lydia, so they won't tighten on you: It is soft braided rope so it will not mark you, and it is a bit elastic: if you pull it hard, it will stretch a little, then bring you back again to where you were before. "Now, my job is to spank you - hard! I have no wish to be staring at your brightly illuminated bare bottom; I am turning off the electric lights, so we are left with the flickering candlelight, which is a more appropriate to the painful and terrible punishment you are about to receive. "Lydia, I am going to lift your kilt now . . . So!! "Now, Lydia! I want to hear you ask me yourself, to spank your bare bottom - thirty times!" "Mr. Embury, pleasegivemethirtyspanks . . . onmybarebot ! ! !" . . . poor Lydia was so embarrassed that could hardly say the words! "Lydia, I could hardly hear what you were saying! Ask me again, please! And speak slowly in a clear voice, loud enough for us all to hear plainly!!" "Hru-hmph: Mr. Embury, please give me thirty spanks . . . on my bare bottom ! ! !" "Thank you! I will do as you ask, Lydia! I want you to count the number after each spank . . . "One, Mr Embury", "Two, Mr Embury", and so on . . . "I expect you will become extremely penitent, Lydia, long before you count to thirty! "All right, Lydia?" "Yes, Mr Embury!" . . . in a shaking voice, muffled down in the depths of the armchair. Then Uncle Penty stood back and removed his tweed sports jacket, where Lydia could see what he was doing, and rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt, to show her a tanned and muscular forearm . . . Lydia's lovely bottom, at the top of her long and slender legs, was beautifully rounded, and the color of rich cream . . . Uncle Penty rested his left hand on Lydia's bare botom and moved his feet to put him at the right distance, adjusting his feet in a very business-like manner . . . His hand was laid on Lydia's left cheek, and his fingers moved as though he were playing a piano . . . "Lydia! The muscles of your bottom are tense! You must relax them before I spank you, or I might damage you there . . . . "That's better ! !" Then he pulled his left hand away and swung his right arm. He brought his hand down hard on Lydia's left cheek, with a loud . . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Her cheek flattened, then bounced back, wobbling for a moment from the shock of Pent's hand landing - WALLOP - on her soft creamy bottom . . . Pent knew from me that Lydia liked to be spanked . . . but she had never been spanked this severely before, judging by the way she screamed! After several moments gasping for breath: "One, Mr Embury!" Uncle Penty put out his left hand again, and gently touched Lydia's soft round cheeks . . . "Relaaaaaax your bottom, Lydia! You must relaaaaaaax!" Then Penty's right arm swung back and he brought his hand down again with a loud . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK on Lydia's right cheek this time. Again his hand completely flattened Lydia's soft round cheek and she let out a yell to raise the roof and her body jerked hard against the ropes that tied her! ! ! I'd seen that Pent had kept his hand cupped, so it made a lot of noise when it met the soft roundness of Lydia's bottom, without really hurting her a great deal . . . With her quick intelligence, Lydia had understood without being told by Uncle Penty, that she had to show every sign of extreme pain, and make sounds of deep remorse, so Miss Potter would accept that thirty spanks were sufficient ! ! ! ! After more gasping and heavy breathing, Lydia's choked voice mumbled: "Twoooo, Mr Embury!" "Louder please, Lydia, so we can all hear!" "TWO, MR EMBURY!" And Uncle Penty reached out his left hand again, to strum a gentle tattoo on Lydia's left cheek once more: "Relaaaaaax, Lydia ! ! ! ! I will massage you a bit so there'll be no bruises to show later ! ! I will not spank you until your bottom is completely relaaaaaaxed! Then, quickly again, Uncle Penty took his left hand away and his right arm swung back before his hand came down hard on her soft round bottom, making a loud . . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK and Lydia jerked hard against the ropes around her body and shouted as though the roof had fallen in . . . and kept sobbing . . . . for a long time . . . then: "Threeeeee, Mr. Embury ! ! !" Uncle Penty's left hand came out again to touch lightly on Lydia's bottom, and ever so gently . . . massaging her beautiful soft round cheeks . . . Lydia told me next day - Uncle Penty's light touch on her bottom made her soooooo excited ! All I was able to see by the light of the flickering candles, was Penty's fingers lightly touching Lydia's bottom, as he said over and over: "Relaaaax, Lydia! Relaaaax your bottom! You will bruise far less! Relaaaaax!" Lydia told me though, that while Uncle Penty's fingers were playing lightly over her bottom, his thumb had every time slid down between her cheeks, and pressed on her rosebud, then his slippery thumb slid right on down between the lips of her pussy, making her almost out of her mind with delirious excitement . . . And each time he pulled his left hand away, just before the other one came down . . . . SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP ! ! ! ! ! ! ! on her soft warm bottom . . . and she YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLED in pain while her body jumped and tugged at the ropes - before they sprang back and returned her to where she had been. (I relayed what Lydia said to Uncle Penty next day, too, so he didn't need to worry about maybe having got too rough with her). As the number of spanks mounted, Uncle Penty would say: "Relaaaaaax, Lydia! No tensing your muscles! Just relaaaaaaax your bottom! Easy now! Relaaaaax!" And he not only massaged her bottom, "to help you to relax, Lydia!" but he began to rock her bottom from side to side as well, on the back of the padded leather armchair so the bump under her pussy worked its way in, to press on her clitty, as she rocked from side to side on the top of the leather chair . . . Then Uncle Penty would stop his massage without warning, and he brought down his right hand to meet her soft round bottom again, with a resounding . . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK And Lydia yelled and sobbed and gasped and shuddered, and jerked against the ropes that held her fast, again and again . . . before she eventually called out the count in a choking voice: "Twenty Fiiiiiiive Mr. Embury ! ! ! !", or whatever the number had got up to! I was getting sooooo excited, watching my friend get her lovely bottom spanked then massaged, spanked then massaged, making her jerk and wriggle around more with every spank . . . And I saw Miss Potter's hand seemed to be greatly agitated under the silk shawl over her lap, while she had poured herself a second large glass of the sweet sherry, and had sipped deep into it . . . At last, Uncle Penty's hand landed . . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, on Lydia's scarlet bottom and she yelled in agony: "Thiiiirty Miiiister Emmmmbury!!!!, Ohhhhhhh!! That MUST be all ! ! ! I am terribly sorry ! ! ! I will never do anything like it again ! ! I promise ! ! ! Can you stop spanking me ? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease ? ! ! !" I saw Uncle Penty turn to Miss Potter: "I feel sure our purpose has been achieved, Miss Potter ! ! ! Don't you agree ? !", and nodded his head to reinforce it . . . Miss Potter said: "Lydia! I accept your apology! I feel sure you will never be found again misbehaving in the way you were! "Mr. Embury will release the ropes holding you, then stand up, girl! Straighten your clothes, then go and stand against the wall beside Joan . . . ." I saw Uncle Penty slip Lydia her panties to tuck inside her blouse, instead of having to pull them up over her blazing bottom. Then he helped Lydia to stand upright, and straighten her kilt so it hung properly. Uncle Penty supported Lydia firmly by her arm, as she walked painfully over to where I was standing, and leaned her back gently against he wall, as she turned to watch my spanking . . .