Original Spanking Art — Darcy 52: Saturday evening, 5.15

The spanking had gone on for nearly 20 minutes now. Tilly was sobbing and howling, tears streaming from her eyes, hands frantically grabbing at anything within reach. She bucked and squirmed and wriggled on Eric’s lap, her desperate movements adding to the considerable pleasure he was feeling already. ‘Come along girl,’ he said between hard smacks on her deliciously red bottom. ‘Let’s be having the truth shall we? I can keep doing this all evening if need be.’

Part of him hoped she would continue protesting her innocence. He had found Tilly and Violet behind the church, whispering and giggling to each other. When confronted they said they had been told to wait there after choir practice because the Reverend wanted to speak to them in his office. They were in an excitable state because during the practice session they had been told that the choir had been accepted into the Inter-Parish Choir Challenge and it seemed more than likely they would be travelling to London for the finals. These two were especially excited, being the youngest members and never really having gone anywhere exciting in the past. But Eric had pointed out the cigarette butts littered on the floor nearby and grabbed them both by their ears and hustled them into the building and down into his dingy little office. Being the verger gave him the privilege of having a cosy little sanctuary in the church. A place to relax and, on regular occasions, assist the Reverend in keeping the girls of the congregation in line. As the interrogation began, and the frightened, blushing girls continued to maintain their innocence, Eric pointed out that he had no choice, really.  He man-handled Tilly over his lap first, and after a warm-up session of ten minutes, he made her stand and pull her white cotton knickers down. Then the spanking began again, in earnest.

Tilly please grew ever more desperate. ‘Puh… puh… please… stop. Stop! We haven’t… we didnt… Ow! Ow! Please sir! You’re… you’re hurting me!’

‘Of course I’m hurting you. That’s the whole point of a spanking. And I will keep on hurting you until I get the truth. Let’s try a few on these tender little thighs shall we? That might loosen your tongue a little.’

Moving his attention to her slender white legs, Eric rained hard stinging slaps down until the blubbering and the pleading became incomprehensible. Violet, who had yet to experience a single smack, cracked first. She was crying and fidgeting and watching the ordeal her best friend was suffering. Perhaps it was out of charity, hoping that Tilly bare bottom would be spared. Or perhaps it was a self -serving gesture, in the hope that she might get off more lightly, or even completely. ‘Sir! Sorry sir. Yes, we were smoking. We’re very sorry sir, we won’t ever do it again. Please sir, please stop spanking her.’

‘Ah, at last a little honesty. But I only heard one of you admitting to your nasty behaviour. What about you, my little wriggler?’ He increased the force and the tempo of his attack. Tilly’s thighs were now as red if not even redder than the wobbly cheeks above. But poor Tilly was now in such a state of panic and so beside herself with the pain that she could barely speak. So Eric carried on happily with his spanking, while telling Miss Violet that she’d be getting the same, and a dose of the cane for not speaking up sooner. This information caused Violet to sob almost as hard as her poor friend, which further delighted Eric, who shifted slightly in his seat to increase the incredibly enjoyable sensation of the helpless wreck of a girl rubbing her bare belly and pussy against his almost painfully hard erection. Something would have to be done about that later as well. Perhaps the threat of reporting the girls to the Reverend and having them booted out of the choir before the exciting London trip would be all the persuasion he would need. If he could last that long of course.

If anything, Violet cried even louder and with more abandon than Tilly. Then he had them stand while he fetched the cane.

‘You best behave yourselves now. I will give you each twelve stingers. And you will stay still and thank me for each one. Or else I will report this to the Reverend and you will be out of the choir.’

The sobbing girls agreed, of course. They bent compliantly over the office desk, holding hands and sobbing. Their little rosy bottoms and thighs offering the prettiest view Eric could remember having seen. Well, since the last time he dragged some girls in on the same charge of course. Which reminded him. He really must leave a few more cigarette butts laying around in the grounds. It’s such an effective way of getting the little lovelies into his room, and they always confess eventually. Somehow, knowing they are owning up to something he knows full well they didn’t do makes the whole experience even more delightful.

‘Get ready girls. Here comes your first stroke. And remember to thank me after each one.’