“Bend over, Lilah, and grip your ankles.”
Darlene watched as the trembling young woman bent at the waist. She was a limber girl, and the blonde easily assumed the position, her long hair falling forward, like a waterfall to the wooden floor. And though Lilah had easily bent and grasped her ankles, the young woman was obviously terrified; her entire body shook as she bent forward.
“I think this time, Lilah, you have earned 12 strokes with the slipper.”
Darlene heard the young girl squeak as the punishment was announced.
“And each of those strokes,” the Mistress continued, “will be upon your bare bottom.”
“Oh no, Mistress.” They were Lilah’s first words since she and Darlene had entered the Mistress’s chambers. “Please not on my bare bottom. Please!” Though Lilah pleaded, she did not move from her position. She cried. She begged. But Lilah did not release her ankles.
Darlene was thunderstruck. She herself had never been seriously punished before, and Darlene had never witnessed anyone else getting a spanking. Yet she knew that soon her own bottom would soon be slippered, as she and Lilah were in the Mistress’s office for the same offense. The idea of 12 strokes on her own tender flesh were almost beyond comprehension. Darlene had been spanked as a child – paddlings to get the attention of a very young girl. But even then, her parents had never raised her dress, let alone lowered her panties.
But the Mistress had a different idea about punishment, and Lilah appeared to be familiar with what was coming. The young woman continued to plead for the sanctity of her bottom, but she did not let go of her ankles. Darlene heard Lilah’s ragged breath, as the young woman drew it in, to once again beg for her bottom.
“Enough!” The Mistress stepped forward, brushing Darlene out of the way. She rolled Lilah’s pale blue skirt up, well over the young woman’s back, exposing silky white panties. “I advise you hold onto your ankles, Lilah.” Mistress dragged the young woman’s panties the girl’s to mid-thigh. “Lest you earn extra strokes.”
Despite her own fear of the slipper, Darlene felt sorry Lilah. Darlene knew that her presence at the spanking intensified her friend’s punishment. Yet Darlene couldn’t resist gazing at Lilah’s lovely bare bottom. It was so small. So white. So perfect in its symmetry. Darlene found herself wondering what kind of marks the Mistress’s slipper would leave on that creamy bottom.
Moments later Darlene watched as Mistress drew the slipper back and then whipped it forward and down onto Lilah’s white flesh. The force of the stroke brought an instant scream from Lilah’s lips, and Darlene ecohed that cry with a moan of her own. Darlene was horrified at the force of the strike, and she knew that her own punishment would be much worse.