Best Friends

A coming-of-age story from Janus 30 by Mike Reid with some lovely illustrations by Paula Meadows

Sue was a typical young girl of these times. A teenager looking far older than her actual 16 young years; tall, with a pretty face and blonde hair falling to her shoulders, and a gently curving body that showed the development of her sex was already well advanced, if not yet fully complete. In addition to her attractive facial qualities she had very long symmetrical legs, culminating in a pert, rounded bottom, which caused many a male head to turn and watch as she swayed suggestively along the street, especially when clad in tight blue jeans, in which she looked killing. Still a schoolgirl, she also caused a similar stir when traversing back and forth to and from school each day in her school uniform, comprising a very short grey pleated skirt, white blouse, white knee-length socks and, occasionally, a grey tie.

Generally she hung around with a small gang of girls of her own age, and whilst she enjoyed the company of boys, those of her acquaintance tended to act in an immature way and she came to regard them as rather childish. She was of course aware that older males found her attractive and she quite enjoyed the game of playing the ‘innocent virgin’ to see what reaction she could provoke, particularly amongst certain male schoolmasters, who she knew would be totally frustrated by her actions, including the apparently inadvertent flash of thighs or even her brief panties, or sometimes she would allow a firm young breast to peek out from her blouse when a few buttons ‘happened’ to become undone from time to time.

Her breasts were not yet overly large, but they were firm, with up-pointed nipples, which would seem to thrust themselves against the thin material of her blouse, especially when the air was cool, and could hardly escape attention. Apart from teasing her schoolmasters in this way, she also practised her young talents, when so minded, on shopkeepers and tradesmen alike, even more so in the Summer, when she happily donned the shortest and tightest of cut-off denim shorts, to run errands for her Mum, and was the cause of many near-accidents as drivers diverted their attention from the road to crane their necks and admire the long legs and exposed bottom cheeks so blatantly exhibited by the attractive young girl.

On many occasions she would hear, but ignore, the lewd suggestions shouted out to her by passing motorists, and likewise she never seemed to notice the innuendos and ambiguous comments made to her when actually doing the shopping, coming in the main from the older shopkeepers who, without exception, looked forward to her regular visits.

Every such shopping expedition took her into the modest-sized Newsagents and Tobacconists run by a middle-aged man and his rather younger wife — Mr and Mrs Gaston — and whilst such visits were often prompted by necessity, more often than not it was just to pop in and see her former school chum Katherine, who now worked in the shop having just left school. Sue and Kate (as she liked to be called) were the very best of friends and Kate often tried to persuade Sue to join her in working in the shop part-time, suggesting that she would not only enjoy the money but also the very kind attentions of Mr Gaston, who she said was a real ‘sweetie’ and looked after her in an avuncular way, hinting that there was something going on between her and her employer. Sue took all these suggestions with a very large pinch of salt, knowing Kate so well from their previous close school camaraderie, for although Kate was older than her at 17, she knew she kept away from boys and seemed only to enjoy her own or Sue’s company. Sue also knew that Kate did not have a happy home-life. Her mother, widowed soon after giving birth to Kate, was clearly struggling to bring up her daughter on her meagre earnings working in the local Chemist, supplemented to a small degree by a contribution from Kate’s own earnings. Kate did however earn sufficient to ensure that she was always fashionably dressed, although when working in the shop she always wore the tightest of jeans, and always resisted every suggestion from Sue that she switch to shorts in the Summer, like herself. Sue found that a trifle strange, but decided not to pursue it. Certainly Kate looked sexy in tight jeans, as adjudged by Sue, being rather petite, with a figure not much unlike her own, although her bottom was slimmer and her breasts rather fuller, accentuated more often than not by the wearing of tight tee-shirts and no bra. Kate usually wore her brown hair tied into two bunches which tended to make her look much younger than she actually was.

Kate didn’t work on Wednesday afternoons, being half-day closing, and quite often Kate and Sue would meet at each other’s houses and play records, watch TV or, on some occasions, they would don their bikinis, but when these had been forgotten they would dare each other to brave the possible gaze of hidden observers, and swim in just their brief panties, even discarding those when they felt especially brave.

On one such day, in the middle of the hot pleasant days of August, Kate and Sue found themselves at the river bank, and with no one in sight Sue quickly slipped off her tee-shirt to expose her proud young breasts to the sun, and Kate soon followed suit. As the sun was almost unbearable, Sue suggested that a swim was the ideal solution and without further ado stood up, loosening her belt and unclipping her tiny shorts, allowing them to slip down her shapely legs. She was then standing in just a brief pair of tight white nylon panties, in the tanga style, with string-thin strips joining the front half to the back portion, barely covering her curvaceous posterior and exposing well in excess of half of her lower cheeks, presenting a very attractive picture indeed. Kate, however, clad as always in her tight jeans, refused to join into the spirit of things despite much pleading from Sue who felt rather upset by her friend’s reluctance to meet her own degree of exposure. After many words had been exchanged Sue, who was in a mischievous mood, grabbed hold of Kate from behind and exerting her strength, succeeded in unclipping Kate’s jeans before wrestling her to the ground where a strenuous bout ensued, Kate fighting back rather harder than Sue expected. They had often in the past had mock fights with each other and Sue had never experienced much difficulty in overcoming her more slightly-built friend. In the continuing struggle, much to Kate’s dismay, her jeans came gradually down her lithe legs, until with a quick jerk they were whipped away by Sue and hurled high into the air to catch just out of reach on the overhanging branch of a nearby tree. Kate promptly sat herself down on the grass, with a cross and sulky expression on her face; she too was now reduced to a tiny pair of knickers, which Sue glimpsed to be of the backless G-string kind, with just a thin band of elastic holding the small triangle of red nylon covering her pubic mound, from which peeked a few stray wisps of downy curls, matching her brown hair, with a similar strip of elastic running tightly between the cheeks of her bottom.

‘Oh!’ said Sue. ‘They’re nice — didn’t you want me to see your sexy knicks?’

‘Er! Er! No-o-oh,’ said Kate, acting in a very flustered way.

‘But they’re super!’ said Sue. ‘I’d love some like that myself but I’m not sure what Mum and Dad would say when they appeared in the wash!’

‘Oh! My Mum doesn’t mind — in fact, she sometimes wears the same kind herself,’ answered Kate who was by this time recovering some of her composure.

‘Can I try them on, please,’ Sue asked, but again Kate was not responsive, and without more ado Sue went quickly back into the attack, pushing Kate over sideways and onto her tummy on the green grass. Sue then sat on the bare back of her hapless victim, preventing her from getting up or turning over. It was at this stage, as Sue turned her head to examine the back of Kate’s G-string, that she noticed some marks on Kate’s bottom.

‘Kate!’ she cried. ‘What on earth has happened to your bum? — Did I do that? Oh I am ever so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

Before Kate could respond Sue jumped off and gently started to stroke her friend’s bottom, and then slowly realised that the marks she had seen were in fact horizontal stripes, something she could not possibly have caused during their little skirmish. Kate remained passively on the ground, as if resigned to her fate, as Sue continued to examine the faint lines more closely. After a little while Kate rolled over, and gazed up in a rather embarrassed way into Sue’s inquisitive face.

‘However did you get these marks?’ said Sue softly, returning her gaze. ‘I think they look like cane marks,’ she continued. ‘But who gave them to you? Was it your Mum? And was that the real reason why you didn’t want me to see your bare behind?’

Again Kate became flustered. At first she denied that they were the result of a caning, but then, seeing the disbelieving look on her friend’s face, she admitted that they were. Yet she refused to say why she had been so punished, or by whom.

‘Right!’ said Sue, who was by now determined to force the whole story from her friend, and she grabbed hold of Kate’s slender wrists. Now Kate found herself being set upon in earnest and Sue, being the stronger of the two, was easily able to overpower her petite friend and hold her down, pinning her slim wrists together on the ground behind her head.

Although she struggled desperately to get free, Kate was unable to break away from Sue’s steely grip. Sue continued to question her captive as to the cause and perpetrator of her recent caning. Kate steadfastly refused, however, to tell Sue how she got the cane marks across her bottom, despite being tickled unmercifully. Sue soon became exasperated by Kate’s continued silence and seized on an idea to force the truth from her friend.

Seeing a long thin springy branch hanging from a nearby tree, she snapped off a two-foot length and held the whippy rod menacingly before Kate’s startled face.

‘Now you will tell me EVERYTHING, my dear, or else I shall give you a taste of this!’ hissed Sue.

Sue then proceeded to run the end of the whippy switch slowly up and down the front of Kate’s exposed, helpless body, from her feet, up the length of her legs, over the tapering columns of her thighs, rasping it momentarily over her barely concealed mound. Kate flinched at the press of the switch on her most sensitive spot, then with dreaded fascination watched it move slowly onwards, up over her flat stomach until it reached her generous breasts, still full and jutting though she lay supine on the grass. Sue then allowed the whippy end of the branch to stroke the soft undersides of Kate’s nakedly exposed breasts, watching Kate’s nipples become fully erect at the touch of the scratchy wand. Sue then brushed the cane down from these glorious summits momentarily, but soon brought it back again to toy casually with the by now flint-hard nipples, her eyes closely studying Kate’s facial reactions which evidenced her acute fear as to what Sue might do next with the cruel-looking rod.

‘Now,’ said Sue, in a gently persuasive tone, ‘I would like you to tell me now all about your punishment, because if you don’t I am going to whip you with this nice little stick until you beg for mercy!!’

Again Kate remained mute, at which Sue deftly flicked the switch twice, once against Kate’s lush, unsuspecting thighs, and then across the soft undersides of her two sweet breasts, causing her to yelp with surprised pain.

‘OK,’ said Sue, ‘that was your last chance: as you won’t tell me the truth you now have only TWO alternatives. Either you will now submit willingly to a good whipping on your bottom, or otherwise I will hold you down and use this cane on your poor little titties — which is it to be?’

Kate could not at first believe that her best friend would actually implement her dire threat and use the cruel switch on her sensitive breasts, but in the absence of a quick response she suddenly felt an agonising line of stinging pain burn through her upper torso as Sue gave her a swift cut with the whippy twig across both exposed breasts, just below the pert nipples. Kate, stunned by this turn of events, but still reluctant to tell about her previous caning, saw little alternative but to allow Sue to have her way and whack her bottom, much preferring that to the vastly worse alternative.

Without further delay, and to avoid additional punishment, Kate bit her lip and turned her body over. Sue released her grip, smiling to herself as her darling friend meekly submitted, pleading with her only not to be too harsh.

‘No!’ said Sue sternly. ‘Not like that — I want you on your feet. Come on — get up!’

Meekly, Kate rose to her feet and stood solemnly before Sue, who then directed her to reach up and grasp hold firmly of the low, overhanging branch with both hands. Kate had to stretch herself fully to get a good grip, her feet barely touching the ground as she steeled herself for the punishment she knew was to come but which she had no choice but to endure.

Sue then proceeded to run the thin whippy switch up and down each side of Kate’s fully extended body, starting at her wrists and running it slowly down her soft skin until it reached her feet, repeating the slow torture on the other side before turning her attention once again to the exposed front of poor Kate’s nakedness. Sue slowly ran the slim cane up the front of her thighs, over her scarcely covered mound, upwards over her flat stomach until she reached Kate’s bare breasts, stroking each exposed tittie in turn, noting how Kate’s nipples were by now very stiffly erect. She found it every bit as strange that her own nipples were also extremely hard, and more than that: they seemed to be throbbing — something which had never happened to her before. Indeed, she felt totally strange, but it was a feeling she could not quite understand, other than that she was standing, nearly naked, out in the wilds, with her best friend also stripped to the barest minimum and wholly at her mercy — why was she feeling this way? She felt a strange kind of pleasure running through her body and after a moment’s further reflection on her novel condition, turned to stand behind her friend, just at a slight angle to facilitate what she had in store for poor quivering Kate. Slowly she ran the slim tapering rod up and down Kate’s exposed back parts, paying particular attention to the slim, firm backside now helplessly waiting before her. She asked Kate again if she was now willing to tell her all she wanted to know, but got no response, other than a weak plea for the punishment not to be too severe. But Sue was by now too aroused to pay any heed to Kate’s begging and prepared to administer the switch to the very attractive bottom presented before her.

Sue felt peculiarly elated and excited, even before she raised the cane for the first stroke. But finally she could contain herself no longer, and proceeded to raise her arm and bring the swishy rod down crisply against Kate’s unprotected bottom, catching it fully across both cheeks and producing a shriek from Kate’s mouth and a thin red line across her posterior, in stark contrast to the paler, fading marks remaining from Kate’s previous punishment.

‘Quiet!’ said Sue sternly, but with a thick voice which she herself could hardly recognise. ‘Do you want someone to come and see you like this? I suggest you curb any desire to yell!’ and with that she broke the thick end off of the cane and put it in Kate’s mouth, telling her to bite hard on it as an aid to prevent her yelling out further.

By this stage, Sue was hoping that Kate would continue to prove obstinate, for whilst she remained inquisitive as to the source of Kate’s previous punishment, she felt a strong desire within herself to inflict pain on her friend and hoped that she could prolong the infinite pleasure it was giving to her.

Standing again behind Kate she raised her arm in a high arc and Kate could hear the swishing sound of the switch whipping down a split-second before the second cutting stroke landed, slightly below the first, with a sharp crack. Kate bit on the wood between her teeth and succeeded in stifling any further yelps, although the two cuts she had received so far had hurt a lot; her bottom was blazing with fire, and a red flush was now spreading out from the two distinct lines etched horizontally across her behind. Sue, now warmed to her task and quite forgetting to ask her friend if she was now willing to talk, began to systematically whip the supple rod across Kate’s smarting nates, building up a regular rhythm, leaving a clear pattern of criss-crossed lines etched against Kate’s otherwise pale skin, and filling the air with the sound of cane falling on soft flesh. The resulting weals covered poor Kate’s bottom, from the top of her haunches right down to the middle of her slim thighs, although the focus of Sue’s attentions appeared to be directed to the lower curve, just above the joining line between her curving cheeks and the thighs themselves.

Eventually, after possibly 40 or 50 wristy strokes had landed forcibly on their helpless target, Sue stopped — realising that she had become rather carried away in her passion to punish her friend, knowing that Kate must be suffering untold agonies, judging from the state of her poor behind which was now a livid mass of red weals, and the right-hand side of her body which bore the evidence of deeper marks where the cruel tip of the rod had flicked round with the force of the strokes. Full of reproach, Sue flung down the switch, catching her breath as she surveyed the scene before her. Kate still clung stoically to the overhanging branch, hands high above her head, and then Sue noticed visible tremors emanating from the whole of Kate’s tautly stretched, all-but-naked body. As if mesmerised by these movements she did nothing to disturb the scene, but paused to savour the whole situation a little longer. She then noticed that Kate no longer held the wooden bit between her teeth; this now lay on the ground, clearly having been dropped by Kate sometime earlier during the proceedings. Sue couldn’t quite understand why her friend hadn’t therefore cried out during her castigation, or indeed pleaded with Sue to stop, by begging for mercy or even agreeing to tell her about the previous caning she had suffered. This puzzled Sue who was even more surprised to see that Kate’s tremors were becoming more intense. She walked around to face Kate, intending to tell her she could let go of the branch as the whipping was over, and perhaps comfort her in some way.

Sue stopped short, however, when she caught sight of the odd expression now showing on Kate’s face: her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open, with her tongue just peeking out, moistening her lips. In addition, soft moans were coming from her throat, and she seemed quite clearly to be in some form of ecstasy. Sue saw that Kate’s nipples were now even more erect than before, much like her own. And further, fascinated, not to say entranced glances also showed that Kate was rhythmically rubbing her thighs together. The tremors she had noted earlier were increasing in tempo until finally Kate gave out a stifled cry, the tremors reaching a violent crescendo in which her whole body stiffened and writhed with furious energy. Then gasping and sighing, her head sagged and she hung limply down from the branch which still supported her on tiptoes.

At this juncture, Sue reached up and gently prised open Kate’s vice-like grip on the branch, allowing her to release her hold. She then clasped the slim girl around her slender waist and gently laid her on the grass on her flat stomach, realising that her bottom would be too tender to come into contact even with soft green grass.

Sue allowed Kate to lie there undisturbed for a while to recover whilst she herself tried to fathom out in her own mind the significance of what had just occurred. She understood that Kate had just undergone a very powerful orgasm, as a direct result of the vicious punishment she herself had meted out. She was also acutely aware that her own nipples were now throbbing painfully and as she sat on the grass her hand, as if guided by an invisible force, travelled down to nestle inside her panties, finding them, much to her surprise, to be already wet from the intense sexual experience she had undergone whilst whipping her best friend. Caught up in the onrush of her lust, Sue swiftly pulled her tiny briefs down to her thighs and inserting her fingers into her damp sex, proceeded to bring herself to a violent orgasm, enjoying one of the most satisfying climaxes of her young life.

Shaken by this unexpected occurrence, Sue turned her head to find Kate, much to her embarrassment, turned towards her and smiling, looking directly to where Sue’s hand still rested at the apex of her thighs. Sue quickly removed her hand, blushing deeply and at the same time moving across to where Kate lay, whereupon she instinctively took her into her arms and cradled her head on her thighs, holding her as though she were a young child in need of comfort.

Kate soon responded to Sue’s gesture and without either of them quite realising what was happening, the two teenagers found themselves locked into a silent crushing embrace of nubile loveliness, breast against firm breast, thigh against thigh, with Sue gently caressing Kate’s raw and blazing bottom, eliciting more sighs and moans as she did so.

It was a long time before either spoke but Kate took the initiative and told Sue not to blame herself in any way for what had occurred, but to try and understand their mutual feelings, and not to feel any guilt either in respect of the severe thrashing she had given her or the fact that she had been turned-on by the episode. She told Sue that for as long as she could remember she had felt the need for physical pain to aid her to orgasm but none of the boys she knew had taken the broad hints she had given them. Her mother had from time to time resorted to corporal punishment, usually just a hand spanking which never really hurt, even when given on her near-naked bottom covered by thin nylon knickers. There had, however, been the rare occasion when she had been very bad and her mum had resorted to a thick leather belt or a garden cane, both of which really hurt, allowing her to gain great sexual pleasure both during and after the sessions. In the wake of such a painful punishment she would often masturbate herself for days to come, using the reflection of the fading marks revealed in her bedroom mirror to remind her of the peculiar pleasure meted out by the cane or strap.

Sue then began to understand why Kate would need to wear jeans after such punishments, but before she could break into the conversation, Kate continued with her ‘confessions’. Apparently, a little while after starting work for Mr and Mrs Gaston, there were a few shortages in the till for which she was blamed and threatened with the sack if they recurred. Unfortunately for Kate, a further sum of money was missing soon afterwards and Mr Gaston told her to come and see him after work the next Wednesday, when the alternative to the sack could be discussed. The shop would then be closed and, incidentally, his wife would be away visiting relatives. Wednesday came at last and Kate found herself entering Mr Gaston’s private quarters behind the shop, guessing that something drastic was going to happen, but somehow she knew that it might be enjoyable.

Mr Gaston didn’t waste any time telling his young, attractive employee just what was in his mind. She could either face dismissal or take another form of punishment. She asked what he meant and her heart missed a beat when he told her that she would have to consent to a smacked bottom every time money went missing, the severity being determined by how much cash was short. With mixed feelings she agreed to his terms, preferring a spanking to losing her job. Mr Gaston, of course, could hardly have realised Kate’s secret longing to feel the warmth of punishment applied to her slim backside. With that, Mr Gaston suggested that she now prepare for her first session.

With her nerves all a-jangle, her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts and anticipations of what lay in store for her, tension mixed with a little fear, although Kate was happy in the knowledge that at least her job was safe and her Mum wouldn’t hear about the missing money. Mr Gaston led her through his quarters into his lounge, in the centre of which ominously stood a large heavy leather-covered armchair. ‘Right.’ said Mr Gaston, perhaps a little breathlessly, but Kate didn’t notice — she was shaking slightly with both fear and excitement, wondering just what Mr Gaston would do to her. She could feel her bottom cheeks clenching together under their own power, tightly encased in her usual denim jeans, and she wondered for just how much longer they would be staying on! She was thankful that she had had the foresight to put on a pair of her favourite knickers before coming to see her boss: pale blue nylon bikini briefs, tight and snug and very cut-away, revealing a lot of her beautiful bottom, although the front modestly covered her pubic mound. Suddenly the thought crossed her mind that these too might be coming off, and her anguish heightened at the prospect of exposing herself so fully to her employer.

Kate’s anxiety was however short-lived as Mr Gaston spoke and commanded her to prepare herself, explaining that on this first occasion she was to receive six strokes with a leather tawse which he then produced from a drawer in the sideboard. ‘First, young lady, you can get out of those jeans, they will stop you feeling the thongs properly.’ Meekly Kate obeyed, blushing deeply as she unclipped her jeans and tugged them down over her slim curvy hips, and let them fall to the floor, before stepping out of them. She noticed Mr Gaston’s satisfied expression as he closely watched her strip off her trousers and although she was a little shocked she wasn’t actually surprised when he ordered her to also remove her T-shirt, ‘as it might get in the way’. Hardly, she thought to herself, but nevertheless pulled the top over her head, revealing her full, firm naked young breasts to Mr Gaston’s keen gaze. She knew she had a good body — lithe and firm, with unblemished skin and good-sized tits which now revealed her inner excitement by displaying fully erect nipples at their tips.

She waited expectantly whilst Mr Gaston slowly and carefully studied the lovely, youthful vision now revealed near-nakedly before him, fully taking his fill of the delightful sight. Next he ordered her curtly to now stand at the back of the leather armchair set in the middle of the room, and she shuddered as the cold of the old leather touched her upper thighs and even penetrated the thin nylon front of her panties, as she stood motionless against it.

‘Now,’ said Mr Gaston gently, ‘for your carelessness you are to be punished severely but I don’t want you screaming the place down.’ Kate said she understood and at his further command bent herself completely over the back of the chair and let her hair fall onto the seat, hiding her face from view, with her arms reaching out to clasp the arms of the chair. Thus her bottom was tightly stretched over the high back of the chair, her feet almost leaving the floor, bringing her mound into close contact with the hard ridge of the chair-back, increasing her feeling of helplessness. The cold leather took her breath away as her soft, full breasts came into crushing contact with it, and her nipples throbbed with the additional stimulation.

Several moments passed. Kate suffering the extra agony of waiting, prolonged further as Mr Gaston stroked his rough hands over the taut nates so willingly exposed for him to punish as he saw fit, testing the softness and admiring the pale texture of the skin which he knew would soon assume a darker hue and burn terribly from the cruel hiding he planned to deliver with the tawse. He firstly gave the naked behind a few gentle, playful slaps with his hand, leaving red outlines of his palm prints on the exposed portion of the delicate bottom. But before the proper part of the punishment commenced, Kate felt Mr Gaston’s hands slip into the waistband of her briefs and then pull them slowly down over her hips, until they rested halfway down her tapering thighs. Her desirable, rounded bottom was now fully exposed, ready for Mr Gaston to start work on it. Strange feelings coursed through her mind, feelings of equal fear and pleasure, but most of all she felt a stirring between her thighs, realising that at last her innermost desires were to be fulfilled.

Kate then related to an awe-struck Sue how Mr Gaston had whipped her arched behind, each deliberate, spaced-out stroke burning itself deep into her soft, unprotected flesh, until, after the full six strokes had landed, she felt her bottom blazing with excruciating pain. Only gradually did this turn to a more pleasurable and bearable heat, although she still found herself crying uncontrollably for a little while after the beating had stopped. Mr Gaston then sat himself down in the armchair, taking her over his knees, and proceeded to gently rub some cold cream firmly all over her fiery rump, his other hand finding, as if by chance, her exposed and sensitive right breast, which he continued to clasp in his left hand throughout the post-punishment period. His right hand, in applying the soothing cream, often slipped into the crevice of her bottom, and between her partially opened thighs, Mr Gaston applying caressing pressure. Kate was totally overcome by the sexual stimulation of her senses, which finally culminated in a frenzied orgasm, leaving, she noticed, a broad damp patch on Mr Gaston’s trousers where her dripping pubis had rested.

Afterwards Mr Gaston allowed Kate to shower and dress and then he extracted a promise from her never to tell anyone of what had happened and to agree to accept further discipline from him whenever the till in the shop was wrong.

Kate went on to tell the wide-eyed Sue of many subsequent sessions, when Mr Gaston varied the ritual, getting her to take her punishments in a variety of positions, and from many different implements, always completing each spanking with the cold cream treatment… Kate never failing to achieve a body-wracking and utterly fulfilling orgasm on every occasion.

Sue was enthralled and fascinated to learn the real details of her best friend’s desires, and wondered what it would be like to endure it herself. She was running her hands gently over her own partly clad bottom as she tried to imagine herself in Kate’s place, cringing slightly at the thought of having to bear the initial cruel, cutting pain, but considering if the after-effects would adequately provide compensation, as clearly had happened in Kate’s case. Thoughts also of having to strip naked in front of somebody like the middle-aged Mr Gaston for a caning gave the funny feeling inside her stomach a further turn as she lay pensively on the ground alongside Kate, who was now resting from her ordeal.

After a short period of thoughtful silence, Sue rose and walked purposefully across to where she had flung down the thin cane after completing Kate’s whipping. She picked it up and returned to where Kate now lay on her side, watching her through half-closed eyes.

‘Kate,’ she said quietly, but with a husk in her voice, ‘I know you said you don’t blame me for what happened just now, but I was much too rough with you, and I am truly sorry that I was so cruel. I know I’m a coward when it comes to pain, but even so I’ve made up my mind that I would very much like you to now use this cane on my own bottom, and I want you to be as severe with me as I was with you. I’m sure I will cry but I want you to whip me as hard as you like until you think I’ve had enough!!’

Without saying more, Sue handed the rod to Kate who took it without replying, simply standing up to give Sue a quick hug, as if to say she fully understood her needs. Kate then led the willing Sue across the small clearing to the felled trunk of an old elm tree. The top of the large log stood some 3 1/2 feet high and so made a perfect platform for what Kate had in mind.

‘Right, this will do nicely,’ said Kate. ‘Please bend right over this log with your hands touching the far side, so that your bottom is nicely stretched for me. Before you get down though, it doesn’t seem fair to me for your bum to have the protection of those panties when mine was totally uncovered. So please take them off now Sue, and then get yourself laid across ready!’

Sue blushed but did not hesitate for long, as she was anxious now to get on with her punishment before she changed her mind. She swiftly yanked the tiny nylon briefs down over her lush, shapely form and stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked and feeling all-too-exposed and vulnerable.

Without waiting for any further command from Kate, Sue obediently positioned her body right over the waiting tree trunk, which seemed to have been made to receive her. But the rough bark was already biting hard into her soft unprotected skin, especially her prominent downy mound and firm breasts which suffered new sensations as they were crushed by her body weight against the irregular pattern of the tree’s outer covering. Sue however didn’t demur despite the acute discomfort, but resolutely spread and angled herself as bid, feeling the soft ground on the far side with her fingertips, leaving her toes just touching the moss on the other.

Kate, whose bottom was still smarting from her own punishment, took up her position behind the waiting Sue, finally laying the thin tapering wand across the centre of Sue’s bare cheeks. She noticed her friend’s flesh flinch as the flexible stick came into contact with her postured buttocks. Sue then felt the pressure ease and knew that the cane was now being raised, the prolonged waiting heightening her acute apprehension as she braced herself for her very first taste of the rod. A few moments later the terrified teenager heard the unmistakable, unforgettable whistling sound of the cane flashing through the still air, followed by a clear resounding THWACK!! as the zippy wand finally bit hard into Sue’s soft and delicate skin, her bottom cheeks jerking with the sharpness of the pain. Sue yelled at the unexpected intensity of the cutting stroke, but was, remarkably, able to refrain from jumping up.

The burning pain subsided only marginally before she heard, and then felt, the second vicious stroke, which landed a little higher up her bottom, producing a second bright red line of fire across both posteriors. Sue whimpered as the agony reached deep into her body but remained passively in position, determined to take all that Kate could give her without complaining. Kate paused, watching the red flush spreading out from the two distinct weals, and then commenced to lay the springy cane steadily across the firm rounded behind awaiting her pleasure, taking care not to allow the switch to fall too far down the attractive lower cheeks, aware that Sue’s skimpy shorts would not cover any marks showing on the lower curves, but still raising weal after weal on the remaining soft, white, unprotected skin of her willing victim, changing its hue to a deepening, angry red as the whipping developed.

Perspiration dripped from Kate’s forehead and her pendulous, unfettered breasts swayed back and forth as she put her full energies into the task, seeking, and obtaining, full revenge for the cruel treatment meted out to her by her now submissive subject. Kate lost count of the number of strokes inflicted upon the tautly stretched nates of her best friend, hearing Sue moaning from time to time, and relishing her energetic handiwork. After some twenty minutes of administering dozens of searing strokes she decided that the by now sobbing Sue had received her just deserts, and laying down the slim tattered rod, she knelt slowly behind Sue’s prone and writhing form. Kate then leant forward and delicately kissed in turn each scarlet wealed orb, feeling with her lips the deep ridges she had etched into Sue’s flesh, noting as she did so that Sue was now trembling violently. Her legs and upper thighs were working agitatedly against each other and Kate then knew that Sue had achieved her desired goal, as she watched her quivering body and heard her wanton moans, now of pleasure and quite different from the initial yelps of agony she had emitted when she felt her first kiss of the rod. Without rising, Sue brought a hand round, gingerly feeling her tender, punished bottom, lightly testing the burning weals and ridges. She was very surprised at herself for having sustained such a severe punishment virtually without complaint or wishing to escape.

Allowing Sue to remain in her submissive position, Kate quickly slipped off her one remaining garment, then gently helped Sue to rise to her knees. Adopting a kneeling posture close behind her, Kate was thus able with one hand to massage and caress Sue’s crushed, tender breasts, whilst her other hand moved across her velvety thighs, centring onto Sue’s now moist, downy mound. Her questing, seeking fingers soon enabled Sue to achieve a second, convulsive climax, as her burning, tenderized bottom cheeks pressed firmly against Kate’s lower abdomen and thighs, the heat transmitting itself deep into Kate’s already aroused body, being sufficient stimulation in her highly charged state to generate her own simultaneous orgasm, matching Sue’s in its incandescent intensity.

It was dark before the two girls returned home, sore, tired, but happy, each promising faithfully to keep the whole matter secret, knowing that someday they would no doubt feel the need to join again and re-enact their strange but overwhelming desires for the giving and receiving of pain.