“Bared and Bruised: A collection of twelve painful punishments” is a favourite book of Ruby from “Sealed With Love”. Each short story ties lesbian sex and physical punishment together in varied, intimate ways. I welcome suitable story suggestions that might expand the collection.

Simone could not contain her fury when she finally caught up with her little sister. Sure enough, Charlotte was messing around in the hayloft of the derelict barn on the Darling's property. She knew full well that she was not allowed up there, and that she was supposed to be home for lunch, but she didn't care and now her big sister had had to search high and low for her. Caught unaware, she had shrieked when Simone had grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around.

“God damn it you little brat! I should've known to look here first! You are in so much trouble and I am so mad at you. You made me waste my time and mom will make me supervise and punish you so I'll have to spend even more of my afternoon because of YOU. Come on!”

Charlotte wilted and began to cry, but Simone knew this tactic and was unsympathetic. She dragged her sister down the stairs, out the barn door and down the lane, forcing her to scramble to keep up. She finally tripped and got her clothes muddy, but after Simone helped her up she didn't change their pace. Charlotte was gasping for breath by the time her sister pushed her through the back door and into the kitchen.

“Found her. You were right, mom.”

Mrs Ellen Patience, their mother, stood and surveyed her younger daughter. She was unsmiling.

“Charlotte Luna Patience, I have had enough of your mischief. We've only been down here three days and every day you've caused me aggravation. You need a proper punishment and by heck you're going to get it - from your sister and then from me. Yes, double. Don't give ME those sad eyes young lady, you're only sorry you got caught. Upstairs, clean up and change into your dress.”

Charlotte's protestations faded and she nodded.

“Yes, momma.”

Simone exchanged glances with her mother as the child went to prepare herself for the unhappy experience she knew was coming. Once her sister was gone, she spoke up.

“I'm so angry at her, mom, I really wanted to finish that drawing before going to meet Aunt Lucy. I might wind up being harder than usual. Is that ok?”

“You can give it to her as hard as you like. I'm not going to hold back. She needs to remember this punishment for a long time to come. You haven't forgotten what your Aunt and I gave you when she caught you smoking, have you?”

Simone blushed. It had been a long and savage discipline and the bruises had taken two weeks to go away. That had been a year ago and she still swore she would never touch another cigarette as long as she lived. While none of them had confirmed it, she still suspected Charlotte of finding out and telling their mother. This would be great revenge.

Upstairs, Charlotte was trying to get herself under control. Normally she liked being under the water, especially because there was something about the spray that made her tingle “down there” although she didn't understand why. Knowing she was going to be beaten overrode all pleasure and she made haste to scrub her face and rinse off. After toweling off she went back to her bedroom.

Simone was five years older than Charlotte, but the younger girl could still remember the first time her sister had received a 'big girl' punishment. Both girls had been spanked over their mother's knee when they were small, but when Simone turned ten her punishments were administered with a whipping switch. Charlotte had not been allowed to watch the actual switching, but she had seen the preparation and heard Simone's cries of pain. She had tried to comfort her big sister afterwards, but couldn't understand the psychological shame that went with the physical discomfort.

It didn't take long after Charlotte reached double figures to find herself in enough trouble to be punished this way. She wouldn't be eleven for another two months, but she was about to receive her third whipping and it sounded like this one would be REALLY bad. She hoped it wasn't as bad as when Simone was caught smoking - she knew her sister thought she'd told on her, but she'd actually known nothing of it - because that had been really awful. She'd had to watch her mother and aunt trade off while Simone writhed and screamed.

She shivered despite the warm air and hugged herself at the memory. She stood naked and looked down at “the dress” waiting on the bed. It was a simple, white, sleeveless summer dress, plain except for some embroidery, and hemmed above the knee. People wore dresses like this out and about all the time, but Charlotte never wore plain white if she could help it, and NEVER this dress. It was special and worn only by a young girl of the Patience household when she was to be punished with a beating. She hated the thing and swore to herself she would burn it when she grew up.

Charlotte shrugged the dress over her head and let it settle on her skinny frame. She wiped her eyes, stepped into her flip flops and was at her bedroom door before she stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth. She'd nearly forgotten to put on matching underwear! She snatched the pair of skimpy panties from the drawer and tugged them on. The idea of the dress (never HER dress) being raised to reveal she had nothing on beneath it was too awful to contemplate.

Their mother was changing her clothes, but Simone was waiting downstairs with instructions for them to go into the garden and cut four switches. Charlotte swallowed; four meant two rounds from each. There was a particular bush behind the house specially for the purpose of supplying implements for punishing naughty children. Charlotte didn't know what kind of bush it was, but apparently her grandparents planted it before her mother was born. Simone smirked as the pre-teen carefully picked out her switches. It didn't really matter because they would all hurt a great deal, but she knew the appeal of the illusion of choice. The younger sister handed them over and flinched at the thin whistle they made as Simone whipped them through the air.

“You're really going to get it this time, Char. I do love you, my best little sister, but you really messed up and now I have to take it out on your hide, not to mention what mom will do.”

Charlotte sniffled and tears leaked from her eyes. She let her older sister lead her down the path. Switchings were administered by the big tree at the bottom of the garden and their mother strode up to meet them. She was now dressed in black exercise clothes with her hair tied back.

“Into place, Charlotte. Simone, do the honours while I look at these.”

Charlotte raised her arms as if to hug the tree and Simone trapped her wrists in loops of rope. She did the same to the girl's ankles after removing the flip flops. With her legs slightly parted and her body stretched out there was nowhere to go. Simone lifted Charlotte's dress and brought it all the way up to her armpits, where she used hidden snaps to fasten it. The girl's back was bare from her shoulders and her chest was pressed against the rough wood. She lowered Charlotte's panties which forced her knees inward with the fabric at maximum stretch. Charlotte was tied in place, completely exposed and feeling very vulnerable. The tween knew if she begged for mercy it would only make things worse.

“Do her back first, steady pace, good and hard. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Simone stepped back, raised the first switch above her head and began the beating.

SHWICK!

The air thrummed and Charlotte whimpered. The older girl waited and then brought the switch down again, right across the shoulder blades. Simone took her time, but didn't let her sister fully recover between each stroke.

SHWICK!

Charlotte twitched and tried to get away, but her bondage and the tree bark prevented her from squirming very much. She was gasping for breath and mewling as she tossed her head and scrunched her toes in the grass.

SHWICK!

The older girl worked her way up and down Charlotte's upper back, making sure both sides got equal coverage. More and more red lines flared across soft skin and their mother drank in the sights and sounds of a young girl's punishment. Ellen Patience was neither counting strokes nor checking time. When she deemed it appropriate she stepped in. Simone moved back and her mother came close to Charlotte.

“Charlotte, do you need a drink of water before we move on?”

Charlotte was sobbing, but she shook her head. Her mother stroked her hair and gestured for Simone to take the second switch.

“As before. Make sure to whip the top of her thighs as well as her whole butt. You may begin.”

Simone nodded and got to work.

SHWICK!

The first stroke fell across the plumpest part of the helpless girl's backside and a thin welt blossomed immediately.

SHWICK!

Charlotte squealed as the next one cut right at the crease of her buttocks, perilously close to where her immature sex slit peeked from between her thighs.

SHWICK!

This one was just below her tail bone. Her back was still screaming and the pain from her butt was almost unendurable. There was a long way to go yet and her world had contracted to whistling agony and fighting to breathe as snot and tears oozed down her face.

Simone did not let up and showed the same level of skill, laying precise lashes across Charlotte's tender flesh. She whipped her little sister's thighs three times in a row, each time teasing a scream from the girl. She was not normally a sadistic person, but something was awakening inside her.

“Stop. Sit down over there and watch. You did really well and it's only your second time giving a switching. Maybe all the times you've been on the receiving end taught you something. Now, enjoy the second half, because Charlotte won't.”

“P-please.... thirsty, momma.”

Ellen helped her daughter drink, blow her nose and settle down.

“This is going to hurt a lot more since you're already bruised. Silly girl, but maybe this lesson will stick. You're going to be sleeping on your front for a while and on top of the covers, that's for sure.”

THWACK!

Ellen could hit much harder than Simone and she went faster. Charlotte screamed over and over as the pain kept coming and coming. It felt like her skin was being flayed off, or someone had poured acid on her, or she'd been set on fire, or all three at once. She went rigid, then started to shiver uncontrollably as the lashes rained down on her bare back.

TWHACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Charlotte's face ached from scrunching her eyes closed. Their neighbours were quite some distance away, but the youngster was howling so loudly they might hear; not that they disapproved of this sort of discipline. She was grinding against the tree, not even noticing the grazes and scratches on her tummy and budding breasts.

Her mother slowed for six extra hard ones, using her full range of motion and putting her full force into each stroke. Her daughter's back was covered in angry lines, but these stripes still stood out as a deep, shiny red.

“Take a few minutes, Charlotte. Three done, only one left. Compose yourself and think about why you're here. Or don't and find yourself tied to this tree again and wishing you'd learned your lesson this time.”

The tween's head lolled and her shallow breathing slowed a little. Her mother and sister could see a ring of rawness at her wrists from where she'd been straining against her bonds. There was no fight left in her, but that was no reason to stint on her correction. Ellen believed it was very important to meet your promises, especially when it came to disciplining naughty girls.

She picked up the last switch and flexed it. It was just as supple as the other three and she took her place beside her daughter. Although neither of her children knew it, Ellen was always sexually excited by their nudity and by inflicting pain on them. Her pussy was soaking wet and the dildo inside it brought pleasure with every movement. Her other sex toys were waiting and once she had tended to Charlotte's wounds she would retreat to her bedroom for a long masturbation session.

SHWACKKK!

There was no warning as the first lash landed on Charlotte's swollen, bruised bottom. The strokes came brutally harsh and at a rapid pace. The girl was practically foaming at the mouth and her throat was so raw she could only croak. She rose to the balls of her feet, straining her legs and reaching the limits of the ankle ropes.

Simone was caught between emotions as she watched her mother thrash her ten year old sister like a banshee. On the one hand it was horrifying to see so much suffering, but on the other was a kind of strange beauty, something primal and urgent within her that made her lean forward to pick up every detail. Charlotte was glowing with sweat, her hair drenched and her limbs slick. She looked as if she'd been brushed with oil. Her face was scarlet, her hands and feet purple. Her calves and biceps were quivering and the veins on her neck were pulsing.

Charlotte's bare bottom was completely covered in welts in shades of hot pink to deep purple. Each lash landed across existing marks and the pain was tremendous. The little girl had no words or coherent thoughts, just the endless agony that flooded her body and mind until she came to the brink of madness. She was like an animal caught in a trap, reduced to the most primitive feelings and overriding need to escape. But there was no escape. No way to move, no let up to the dreadful thrashing her mother was inflicting on her.

At last there was quiet as Ellen held the switch by her side. Charlotte took several seconds to notice the strokes had stopped. She hoped this meant the end, but she didn't expect to be so lucky. Her mother flexed to loosen up for the final six lashes she would give her daughter on her bare bottom.

SHWACK! SHWACK! SHWACK! SHWACK! SHWACK! SHWACK!

These were delivered harder than any before, and slow enough that the unbelievable agony each produced could spread through Charlotte's entire body before the next landed. The girl found her voice again and anyone in earshot could have no doubt just how awful an experience she was having.

“There. There. All done, Charlotte. All done. Time to let you down and clean you up. Simone, come help me untie her and carry her upstairs. That's it, careful, there, I've got her, now her ankles.”

Charlotte crumpled as she was unbound and her panties slid down to her feet. They were left behind as her mother and big sister took her by the arms. They maneuvered her limp and utterly spent form slowly down the garden path, into the house and upstairs to her room. Simone was dismissed and Ellen eased the still-raised dress over Charlotte's head. The pre-teen came to rest face down and fully nude on her bed.

“You were a good girl and took your punishment well. I just hope you learned your lesson. Now lay still and let mommy put this cream so you don't get dirt in your stripes. I know it stings at first, but it'll cool them down, okay?”

Charlotte whispered something that her mother couldn't understand, but when the first dollop of antiseptic cream was smeared across her upper back she squealed and flinched. Ellen was correct and distress soon gave way to relaxation as the pain subsided and the endorphins kicked in. It didn't take long to cover everywhere on the youngster's body that had been whipped. Ellen was so hot and horny between her legs she worried she might soak through the leggings; it was just as well her daughter was too far gone to smell the arousal and pick up on the sexual tension.

Meanwhile Simone had fussed at her sketch for a few minutes before setting it aside. She was too keyed up and another need was pressing on her. It seemed highly inappropriate to be turned on by what had just happened, but somehow her hand kept drifting to her thighs or her chest. She sprawled back on her giant beanbag, unbuttoned her shorts and slipped a hand inside her panties. She couldn't remember the last time she'd played with herself without getting undressed, but damn it she just had to have that pleasure right now.

She was used to being quiet as she masturbated, but she couldn't help moaning as her fingers worked her clit and slit. There was so much wetness down there. She felt so hot and swollen and... hungry. Simone arched her back and let two fingers enter her vagina to engage that rough place that brought such incredible pleasure. She came hard and fast and only when that first blaze of lust was over did she notice her other hand had freed her right breast and was pinching her nipple. Simone's mind flashed back to Charlotte's bound, exposed body, skin smooth before the first blow fell, and her fingers picked up speed. Another orgasm wasn't far away and she knew more would follow.

Ellen locked the door to her private bathroom and was out of her clothes in five seconds. The dildo was so slippery she had to clamp her thighs despite its size and texture. She grabbed a vibrator and went on her hands and knees so she could piston the dildo in and out of her hot snatch while pressing the vibrator to her clit. Her feet curled and she moaned through clenched teeth at the force of her climax. Pleasure exploded from between her legs and she tossed her head as she. Just. Kept. Cumming. So. Hard!

Images of both girls being punished flashed before her eyes, the desperate movements and marked skin and tear streaked faces that sparked incredible, cruel lust in the woman. Thank God Charlotte would still be around when Simone was too old for the lash! Her juices dripped onto the mat as her muscles locked and another ferocious orgasm ripped through her. She was too sexually ravenous to do more than work her cunt with the toys until her hands ached. She would spend time masturbating under a hot shower, but holy shit not yet!

Charlotte lay still. Her head was fuzzy, disconnected. Even the soft blanket underneath her was overstimulating. She could tell she was going to feel sore all over, not just where she'd been beaten, but that was a hazy future thought. There was something else, something now, but what was it? Some part of her was... requesting. Where? Oh. That part? Oh. That part. Could she?

It was like being at the controls of someone else. Her arm was hesitant, jerky. She tried to grab a pillow. It was hard getting it underneath her hips. She managed. Rocking back and forth was easier. She settled into a slow rhythm. Delightful warmth. No words. Feelings. Liquid. Friction. Distraction. Satisfaction.

The bedroom door was open and the other Patience women would've had a full view of the little girl if they had not been otherwise engaged.