Rebekah put her pen down and waited for the clock at the front of the hall to signify the end of the exam. This was her final A level paper and she was desperate to get home to fulfill the promise she had made herself. Six months earlier, she had stumbled on Spanking to Order, a website which offered customised spankings for anyone over 18. It catered for all ages and interests and by signing up, customers could pay a fee and select the details of the spanking they wanted.

Rebekah had, for the past five years, lived with the guilt of allowing her two friends, Lisa and Helen, to take the rap when it was in fact she who had stolen the freshly baked cakes from another girl’s locker at school. Her friends had admitted their part in this sorry affair and they had each been given six whacks of the slipper by the deputy headmistress. In fact, given the school’s zero tolerance policy on stealing, they were lucky not to have had an internal suspension or at the very least had their parents informed. To make matters worse, both girls were made an example of in assembly by having their names read out and the whole school knew they had been given the slipper. Neither friend, however, had squealed on Rebekah who despite being ashamed of her actions wasn’t brave enough to own up to her guilt and admit her part as the ringleader. Lisa and Helen had consequently never really let her forget it and teased her whenever the opportunity arose, which was quite often.

Rebekah had always felt the need to pay properly for her misdemeanor but had never quite known how to do it. Spanking to Order seemed the perfect solution. She wasn’t reckless and had, through the site’s chat options, made contact with several ladies who had previously ordered a spanking. She had met a local, middle-aged lady for coffee who had received exactly the punishment she had requested and was very satisfied with the way it had been conducted. She had been a little bit drunk at a party, kissed a colleague and felt guilty that she had betrayed her husband. She had ordered 4 strokes of the cane on her bare bottom and these had been delivered very firmly in a hotel room leaving her sore for a day but with no lasting marks. She confirmed the strokes had stung and she certainly wasn’t going to be drinking that much again at a work’s party. Rebekah’s mind was made up and she was now resolved to put the matter to bed, once and for all.

Rebekah arrived home, opened up her computer and logged on to the website. She had thought carefully about her punishment and selected the options; implement was to be the slipper, applied to her bottom, over her knickers. Number of strokes was set at 12, the same as her friends had received in total. A formal spanking seemed appropriate, so she requested a headmistress/teacher type figure with firmness set at ‘school standard’. She opted for some humiliation by requesting to be told off for her misdemeanor in front of her friends, and gave suitable details as to why she wanted to be spanked. She asked for her spanking to be given in a position where she was kneeling on a chair, bent over the back. She had in mind the living room chair with wooden arms which had a low wooden back. It had a firm, square, pale blue cushion to kneel on and another firm pale blue cushion as a back rest which she could bend over. The chair was low enough for her to just be able to touch the floor when bent right over with her bottom in the air. She had tried this out and her tummy rested nicely on the top of the chair and presented, she thought, a good clear target. Finally, she set the date for the following Tuesday at 5.30 pm at her house. She paid for the service and knew that she was finally going to atone for her previous crime. Her parents were away for two weeks and she had arranged for her friends to come over for an end-of-exams sleepover on that Tuesday. This seemed like the ideal opportunity for her to take her medicine and have her friends witness it.

As Tuesday approached, she became more nervous and more excited in equal measure. She hadn’t ever been spanked at school, nor at home, and had no idea what it would be like. Her friends had reminded her regularly, in a quite light-hearted way, that they had been spanked for the cake incident, and Helen, who had received three lots of slipperings during her schooldays, had talked about her experiences and in particular that that the first whack always comes as a real shock and the pain gradually builds up from there. She said the PE teacher, Mrs Grange, spanked harder than the Deputy Headmistress as she took a few steps back and then moved forward quickly to ensure maximum speed of the slipper. This rang around in Rebekah’s head and she wondered whether she had done the right thing ordering 12 ‘school standard’ strokes. She couldn’t back out now; she had to go through with it.

On the Tuesday, her friends arrived pretty much on time, at 5.00 pm and looked through a range of menus as they were ordering a takeaway and were going to have a bit of a pajama party watching the latest movies as they pigged out in front of TV. As soon as they had decided that pizzas were the order of the day, Rebekah asked that they hold off on the order for a little while. She explained that before they ate and had a good time she was going to repay them for the stolen cakes incident all those years ago. The friends listened intently as Rebekah explained what she had arranged and showed them the website. The girls looked at the site and then at Rebekah in amazement and were, for once, speechless.

“Tonight, I hope you will both forgive me for getting you into trouble and that you will accept my apology and allow me to be free of the guilt that has built up over the years,” Rebekah said in her most sincere voice.

The girls nodded and, just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang. Rebekah opened it and there stood an elegant lady, probably in her mid-fifties and not too dissimilar to the deputy headmistress at school. Quite tall, thin, grey hair with glasses. She had a small case in her hand and smiled as the door opened.

“Good evening, I’m Mary, and I think you have an appointment with me?” she said in a firm, authoritative voice.

“That’s correct,” Rebekah replied. “Please do come in. My friends are in the lounge and are ready to witness my spanking, if that is okay with you?”

“No problem at all,” said Mary. “But first you must sign the consent form, give proof of your age, and then we can begin.”

Rebekah showed Mary into the kitchen and completed the paperwork using her driving license as proof of her age. This didn’t take long and soon they entered the lounge where Lisa and Helen were sat on the sofa, at Rebekah’s request, awaiting what they thought would be a very interesting experience. At school, girls had always been spanked in private by the teachers and so, although they had both been spanked, they had never actually seen one delivered.

Rebekah had chosen to wear a yellow print dress with a pattern of small blue flowers. It was just about knee-length and hugged her curvy figure nicely, without revealing too much of her ample cleavage. She wore a pair of full, white cotton knickers, which she knew would be on show to her friends, and would, she hoped, offer a little bit of protection from the sting of the slipper, more so than her usual underwear. She had considered a thong or even, at the time of ordering, a bare bottom spanking, but this seemed to be right. Her hair was tied in a demure ponytail so it would be out of the way when she went over the chair with her head down.

Out of her bag, Mary produced a black gym slipper exactly the same as the ones the girls had worn at school, and just like the one with which discipline had been dispensed by the teachers. A lounge chair was already in position with the back further away from the sofa so that when Rebekah bent over her bottom would be facing her friends and they could witness the punishment in full.

“Rebekah,” Mary spoke. “Five years ago, you stole some cakes at school. Am I correct?”

“Yes, ma’am, I did,” came the reply.

“Your two friends here were spanked for their part in this by the Deputy Headmistress, although it was your idea and you never owned up. Correct?”

“That’s correct, ma’am,” Rebekah mumbled, as she looked at the ground, unable to bear the humiliation of admitting this to her friends when it was laid out so starkly by this stranger. It was pretty embarrassing, just as it had been for her friends in assembly all those years ago.

“The time has come to pay for your misdeeds, young lady. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I understand I am to be punished for what I did.”

Mary instructed Rebekah to kneel on the chair and bend right over the back, and helped her position herself with her bottom sticking up in the air. Once she was comfortable, Mary lifted her dress up and the friends had a good view of the round bottom with white cotton knickers stretched tightly across it. They were certainly going to witness, in full, a slippering, and they giggled a little with the excitement as Rebekah’s bottom gave an involuntary wriggle.

Mary, in a more serious vein, continued, “Ladies, Rebekah has asked for a slippering in order to make amends for her part in stealing cakes and allowing you to take the blame. She will take a set of six strokes of the slipper for each of you, a total of 12 strokes, and will apologise after each set. If you feel she has learnt her lesson then you will have an opportunity to forgive her.”

“Rebekah, are you ready for the first six strokes?”

“Yes, ma’am,” came the reply, which didn’t sound hugely convincing. Rebekah was unable to see what was happening but had a good idea her bottom was soon to find out.

Mary stood to the left of the chair with the slipper in her right hand. She lifted it just above her shoulder and with a resounding WHACK the rubber sole made contact with the centre of Rebekah’s bottom. There was a gasp and grunt from Rebekah and the friends looked on, transfixed by the scene. They each remembered how they had received their slipperings in the Deputy Headmistress’s office, bent across the desk, skirt raised and firmly whacked across their knickers; each one stinging like hell. Rebekah was shocked by the initial burning sensation, just as Helen had said, but she gritted her teeth and was determined to try her best to take it as stoically as she could.

WHACK, the next stroke was delivered directly onto the left cheek followed methodically by WHACK as another one landed into the middle of the right cheek. Each stroke was accompanied by a yelp as the cheeks wobbled and absorbed the stroke. The white knickers were still in place, but the girls could see areas of flesh turning pink around the edges where the implement was doing its work. Mary continued with the first set of six. Right cheek, WHACK, left cheek WHACK and WHACK, one in the centre just above the crease where the bottom and leg meet. An almighty squeal accompanied the last stroke and sobbing could be heard for the other side of the chair.

Rebekah was gasping, wriggling and yelping as each stroke was applied and the pain was spreading as Helen said it would. She felt like someone had lit a fire and she was seated just above it. She couldn’t help but shed a tear and then sob quietly.

After the sixth stroke, Mary asked Rebekah to stand up and face the girls. “Do you have anything to say?”

“Lisa, I am sorry for stealing the cakes and allowing you to take the blame for my actions. I hope I have paid the price and that you will forgive me.”

Lisa stood up, gave her friend a huge hug and said she forgave her and that they would be friends forever.

“Are you ready for your next set of six?” asked Mary.

“Yes ma’am,” Rebekah replied, although she was unsure if she could take another set given how sore her bottom was already.

“Back in position, young lady,” commanded Mary, pointing at the chair with the slipper.

Rebekah walked slowly back to the chair. It took her a while to assume the position, but once there she felt her dress again being raised. Her knickers were once again tight around her bottom but not quite centred, so Mary tidied them up to give as much protection as possible, making Rebekah squirm a little as the elastic bit into the sore flesh. The slipper was once again raised and, WHACK, collided with Rebekah’s knickers. Another howl emanated from down below the chair. Rebekah was now feeling the soreness increase exponentially and was beginning to be very sorry for her actions. She knew that despite how sore and painful this was she was squaring everything with her two best friends as they came to the end of their school time together.

Another five whacks followed, each accompanied by a howl or squeal and the wriggle of the bottom. Mary did not let up and repeated the pattern of centre, left, right, left, right and centre for this set of six. She ensured that the whole bottom was given a taste of the slipper and was clearly used to giving out consistent, well-spaced spankings without emotional attachment. Rebekah was now openly crying, partly from the pain but probably more from the relief that the guilt she had felt all these years was dissipating.

With the second set complete, Mary once again enquired, “Rebekah, do you have anything to say to your friends?”

Rebekah slowly rose and stood in front of her friends, a tear falling down her cheeks. “Helen, I am so sorry for the trouble I caused and I hope that you will now forgive me.”

“Rebekah, I love you and of course I forgive you,” Helen said, as she cuddled her friend and they both shed a tear.

Mary once again spoke. “Your punishment is complete. I will see myself out.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Rebekah said, for no reason other than it seemed appropriate, given the efficiency of the service.

With that Mary placed the plimsoll back into her small case, smiled and let herself out.

The girls remained silent looking at each other.

“Let’s see the damage then,” said Lisa.

Rebekah lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers down so her friends could see her bottom. Just pulling them over her bottom made her wince, and the sight of the deep and crimson coloured bottom reminded Helen of the slippering she had received from the PE teacher in the gym. Both girls knew that Rebekah had well and truly paid back her debt.

Rebekah decided to take her knickers off completely rather than trying to pull them back over her very tender backside. Her friends giggled, which made Rebekah smile and, as she bent over to remove her knickers, her friends got another good look at her well-tanned bottom.

“She really laid those whacks on you,” Lisa said.

“Yep, that was a very good hiding,” Helen confirmed. “You will be sore for a while, I think.”

They ordered their pizzas, watched some great movies, eventually changing into their pajamas and, despite squirming on the sofa, to everyone’s amusement Rebekah had a thoroughly enjoyable evening, finally free from guilt.

The End

© Colin Brooks 2024

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