THE ATONEMENTS OF JOANIE: JOANIE IN TROUBLE BY PENT Part 8 "Joan! Come here, child! I am going to spank you over my knee! "I am going to give you a plain old-fashioned bare-bottom spanking, with no stopping to count, or anything like that! "Mr. Embury, please move the table and tea things back out the way then sit and watch as a witness . . . "Now, Joan, take your panties off, if you please . . . . and lay yourself over my lap, as I stay seated on the sofa here . . "Joan! You have behaved outrageously! When I have finished, I want to hear you say you are sorry, and will never behave that way again!" "Lay yourself over my knees now . . . and I raise your kilt . . thus! "You can make all the noise you like, Joan; I will not stop until I am finished!" And Miss Potter spanked me, hard, with her tennis hand on my tender young bottom . . . which had much less padding than Lydia's . . Uncle Penty and Lydia watched all of my bare-bottomed spanking... and heard my shouts and yells of pain and agony, as I kicked my legs - They stared as I squirmed my bottom, and writhed, and wriggled around on Miss Potter's lap, trying to ease the pain . . . Choking with tears, and sobbing so hard with the agony, it was difficult to get breath . . . SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ! ! ! YELLLLLLLLLLLLLL ! ! ! SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ! ! ! ! YELLLLLLLLLLLLLL ! ! SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ! ! YELLLLLLLLLLLLLL ! ! ! ! ! SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! ! ! ! YELLLLLLLLLLLL ! ! ! ! ! It was non-stop hard spanking on my poor young bottom, and Miss Potter hurt me terribly . . . I believe she hit me as hard as she possibly could, and I'm sure she was not counting . . . She just went on as long as she had the strength . . while I yelled and squirmed and wriggled every whichway . . . Miss Potter's spanking totally lacked the slow decorum of Uncle Penty's spanking of Lydia, with her "Twenty Five Mr Embury!" No massage to reduce the pain and bruising! No pause for me to get my breath! Just on and on and on . . . And my awful embarrassment at having Uncle Penty and Lydia gaze, as my bare bottom was beaten to pulp, right in front of their eyes . . . And when Miss Potter at last stopped spanking me, she did like she had done two years before: she dug her long finger nails into my sore bottom, and clawed at my red hot cheeks, saying: "That's to rub it in!!, That's to rub it in!!, That's to rub it in!!" Just as she'd said last time . . . while I continued to yell and sob and squirm and wriggle and shout over and over: "I'm sorry Miss Potter! I will never do anything like it again ! ! Please forgive me ! ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry ! ! I'm so-o-o-o-orry ! ! After I had managed to shout this about six times, between sobs and moans, at last - Uncle Penty said loudly, so he could be heard above my din: "Miss Potter, I think we have achieved what we set out to do, with Joan as well as Lydia, don't you think? And we want to avoid any suggestion of excessive punishment, don't we?!" At last Miss Potter took her long finger nails out of my bottom and said: "Stand up, Joan! I accept you apology, and your assurances that you will never again be found the way I discovered you yesterday!" Miss Potter stood up from the sofa herself and said: "Thank you, Mr Embury. I feel our objective has been attained. Both girls deeply regret their conduct yesterday and I accept their apologies! "I want you both in class on time tomorrow morning girls! Now, Lydia, thank Mr. Embury for attending to you so carefully! Then come to the car with me . . ." Lydia said: "Mr Embury!! Thank you! !" . . . . and I saw the others were just as surprised as me: Lydia flung her arms around Uncle Penty, and kissing him long and passionately . . . while hugging him tightly to her. Lydia told me next day - She had never before felt so loved and cared for by anyone - as while Uncle Penty was spanking her . . . I felt a sudden twinge of jealousy watching Lydia hug Uncle Penty . . but remembered she had no father in her life, and as her dear friend, I really ought to share Uncle Penty with Lydia from now on . . . "Lydia! That's quite enough now! Come with me child!!" Miss Potter led the way, as Uncle Penty opened the doors for them. While the others' backs were turned, Lydia turned and radiated at me a smile of pure ecstasy, and I grinned back at her . . . then she followed Miss Potter and Uncle Penty to the car. Lydia got in the back, I noticed, to lie lengthwise across the seat, so she didn't have to sit on her bottom ! ! ! ! As Uncle Penty came back into the dining room, he said: "Wait while I put out some of these candles . . ." and went round snuffing them with his thumb and finger, until there were only two in the whole room that were left burning, and in that dim flickering light Uncle Penty said: "Joanie love, Miss Potter treated you a bit roughly, I thought, and did nothing to soothe your bottom after she had punished it so severely! "Come and lay yourself over the back of this armchair, and let me see what I can do to take away the pain . . . "As you bend over, lift your kilt all round, so you are not crushing it under you! No point in messing it up any more than we have to!" There was so little light from just the two candles, that I tripped on the rug, and nearly fell on my face, as I went over to the armchair that Uncle Penty had sat in and watched my spanking . . . But I got there in one piece, thankfully, and lifted my kilt, and laid my bare tummy over the padded leather back, and Uncle Penty lifted my kilt at the back, to bare my blazing hot bottom to the air . . . "I will lightly rub on some vitamin cream; It will feel nice and cooool, and help remove your bruises . . . "Theeeeere! . . . Sooooothing, isn't it?! . . . . His gentle and expert hands quickly helped the pain to go, and excited me as only Uncle Penty knows how . . . I just let my eyes close, down there in the depths of the chair, as he soothed the sore sore cheeks of my poor battered bot, and I felt his fingers start to slide further and further, down between my cheeks, and separate my legs, so his hand moved right under me to stroke my pussy . . . and it felt gorgeous . . . . . . . . . . . . Then I felt a strange sensation and I couldn't figure at first what Uncle Penty was doing . . . Then I realized: He was nuzzling his mouth deep in between my cheeks . . and his tongue touched my rosebud. He kissed and licked and sucked until his tongue began to slide right up into my bottom and he kept sucking and slurping . . . and the feelings were making me deliriously excited. Then he took his tongue out of my bottom and licked up between my legs to kiss and suck the lips of my pussy while his fingers kept teasing my clitty . . . He was doing to me almost the same as I had been doing to Lydia when Miss Potter walked in and caught us . . . Then his probing tongue went back to my rosebud and he French-kissed me deeper and deeper there while I got more and more excited . . . I couldn't stop myself as I was swept up, up, up on the crest of a huge high wave and I began jerking uncontrollably and my bottom must have hit Penty in the face often while he thrust his tongue into my bottom harder and harder and deeper and deeper until fireworks seemed to explode in front of my eyes and I peaked out and collapsed down again onto the round back of the leather armchair and out of this world in a pink haze of exhausted delight . . . I vaguely remember after that, Uncle Penty carrying me upstairs to bed, where he laid me gently down and took off my kilt, then rolled me over on my tummy and kissed my mouth as he murmured: "Sleep very well, Joanie my love!" I wakened in the morning, with the sun flooding in through my bedroom window, and I moved stiffly to my bathroom for a shower. Uncle Penty was already at the breakfast table. I gave him a hug that morning that was longer and tighter than usual, and Blossom smiled from the sideboard: "Somebody is fond of you, Mr. Embury!" Life with Uncle Penty was so wonderful: It was worth every bit of the pain of being brutally spanked by Miss Potter to feel his love for me afterwards in that deeply caring and very intimate way.