Double Trouble 1

Photo-story from Janus 146

Ian ‘Badger’ Bartholomew’s tail was up — as he hoped the tails of others of a young and feminine kind would literally soon be. Ever since that day when he’d been called from his duties as Science lecturer to attend to not one, but three, girl athletes who required rather more than just a ticking off (Janus 142), he had found that form of activity much to his taste. As an ex-boxer and rugby coach, Badger wasn’t one to pussyfoot around. If he wanted something he biffed it on the jaw or picked up the ball and ran for the line.

Well, right now his ‘ball’ was spanking, and the ‘line’ was any shapely bottom his hefty palm could get into its sights. Already the word was spreading that if extra-special treatment was required to deal with a transgressor, Badger was your man.

Searing as these treatments were, Badger found that friends, colleagues and peers weren’t providing him with enough action. His appetite having been stimulated, he was feeling the need to look further afield. And where better than on the internet? He saw no reason why his growing skills in administering physical chastisement shouldn’t be offered to a wider market. He was even prepared to do it for free — strictly for the greater good, you understand, in a genuine wish to see standards improved.

Hence, under the search-head of ‘discipline’ on selected sites, Badger posted: Unorthodox but effective righter of wrongs offers a helping hand to recalcitrant bottoms. Straight and to the point, as was his way. He added a personal reference from Raelene Anthony, one of the girls he’d punished so soundly but fairly that time, with a rider from the College Head confirming his trustworthiness. Even so, Badger wondered if any response would be forthcoming, and for more than a week none was. And then, zooming in out of cyberspace, came not one, but two, assignments on the same day.

Now he was on his way to the first on his list, climbing the stairs to a flat in the cheaper end of town. From the brief he’d been given he knew that his subject was one of a trio in a pop group. Her name was Candice Lavelle and she was part Brazilian. The reason for his visit was that Candice had let the group down badly when they met a top-flight manager. Candice had turned up at the expensive watering hole in London wearing frayed jeans and scruffy top, had largely ignored the influential man and spent time chatting to her boyfriend on her mobile phone. When the manager suggested that they got down to business, Candice bad-mouthed him. Following this incident, the manager had cooled and the other two in her group were struggling to make good the damage their singer had done.

‘You deserve to have your bottom smacked!’ had been only one of their many suggestions. When one of them had spotted the service offered by Badger Bartholomew, the suggestion took on more concrete form. ‘Either you let this man deal with you,’ she was told hotly, ‘or we disband the group.’

Well, Candice had to go for it. She wasn’t happy, mind — but the prospect of the others walking out on her was a frightening one. ‘Okay,’ she said defiantly. ‘Send the bastard along.’ She felt confident she would soon send him packing.

‘My name’s Bartholomew,’ said Badger, entering. ‘I’ve been commissioned to punish you.’

‘Er, yes,’ began Candice — a little nervously. He didn’t look the kind of man she’d be able to work her charms on. ‘I thought we could talk about that…’

‘No point in talking,’ he snapped. ‘Unless it’s to say your colleagues feel very let down by you. When I’ve finished dealing with you, a letter of apology to the manager you insulted would be in order.’

‘Now look,’ said Candice, ‘this is all a fuss about nothing. What if I phone him now and say sorry, then we can forget this nonsense.’

‘Nonsense?’ snapped Badger. ‘I assure this is very serious indeed.’ The girl stared in horror when he brought out a leather strap and flexed it. ‘I’m told you have a predilection for wearing blue denim,’ he remarked. ‘It’s not always appropriate — and certainly wasn’t the other evening. But for our purposes today…’ he looked down at her lissome figure, ‘I would say the cut-down ones are just the thing. They’ll be snug around your bottom when you bend over to receive the spanking I’m about to give.’

‘Now look here…’ she began hotly.

‘No, YOU look here, miss!’ Badger thundered. ‘You will turn round and bend across that chair.’

‘Oh will I?’

‘Yes.’ This word, quietly and icily spoken, carried more force than a roar. His eyes bored into her, forcing the girl to drop her defiant gaze. Wretchedly, she turned and leaned across the chair-back. Badger was right — the denim shorts tightened trimly around her chubby buttocks, pert and ripe for chastisement. Raising the strap, he swung it down to strike with an echoing slap against the tempting cushions.

Heat blasted into Candice’s rear. She howled, shook her hips. The pain was unbelievable. She’d thought this would be something she could handle, but that first stroke told her it was not.

Splatt!

‘Owaaaghh!’ The girl gave vent to her considerable lung-power as a vocalist. Whether it was a high ‘C’, ‘F’ flat or ‘B’ sharp minor her punisher, not having a musical ear, was unable to tell. He only knew that the sound was discordant rather than mellifluous, and exhibited a surprising lack of breath control.

Splatt!

‘Ooh Christ! Ooh fuck! Ooh stop!’

The girl began a strange little dance as Badger warmed to his exercise, placing the stinging strip of leather at high speed across those delicious rumps, regularly paced as regards delivery and generous in its coverage of the quivering globes.

After about a dozen Candice was beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t too bad, that it would be over soon. But he stopped, as if able to read her thoughts.

‘Wait a minute, young lady,’ Badger said curtly. ‘I think you’ve been cheating.’

‘Wh-what d’you mean?’ said Candice sullenly.

‘I don’t need x-ray vision to know you’re wearing an extra layer of something under those shorts.’

‘I wha’?’

‘Take them off!’

Badger stood over the girl as she unfastened the denim shorts and pulled them down her shapely legs to reveal a pair of pale panties. Pulling them into the cleft, he bent her back over the chair again and set to with an even greater will.

Whack-whack-whack-whack-whack.

With the shorts removed, the scalding slaps of the strap were almost unendurable. Candice moaned and whimpered as her punishment intensified. She was dazed at the force and authority of her visitor and the explosive sensations in her backside, which began to feel as if he’d set light to it with a blowtorch.

‘Perro!’ she screamed (or something that sounded like that). ‘Dog!’ Splat! Splatt! ’Please, no more, no more.’

Her punisher stopped for a moment, panting slightly. But when Candice made to stand upright, he shouted, ‘Stay down.’

The girl did. Volatile though she was, a sharp command robbed her of will, giving Badger long enough to peel her panties down, fully baring that sublime bottom. The girl’s arse was a joy to behold. So enraptured was he by its soft, silky swells, Badger gazed at it for several moments.

‘Please, no more, no more,’ she pleaded. ‘My bum’s on bloody fire.’

‘It will burn hotter yet, my dear,’ replied Badger. He tapped the wobbling globes a few times before delivering another dozen full across the meat. Candice screeched and trampled as the pain blasted in. She tried to stand.

‘When it’s time to get up I’ll tell you so,’ he insisted, and struck her six more times, during which, to her credit, the girl made no further attempt to rise, but lay there moaning and whimpering.

‘All right, up you get.’

Blinking back hot tears, Candice got to her feet and massaged the heat from her scalded buttocks. ‘Oh it hurts, it hurts,’ she kept saying. Badger looked at the girl. Was that the hint of a smile? Yes, it hurt all right, but he did have the impression that she was on top of the punishment now.

‘I hope you don’t think we’ve finished yet,’ he said sternly.

‘Oh no-o-o,’ she wailed. It’s not fair.’

‘It’s very fair,’ he said gravely, ‘when you consider that you may have cost your pop group the guiding hand of a top manager. One who could steer you to real success, and is now looking askance at you.’

‘What’s “askance”?’ she said. Yes, that was definite smile — and it settled her fate. Badger put the strap down, sat in the chair and pulled the girl across his knees so she was staring in fresh alarm at the floor. She shrieked and kicked, but his palm began to clap down hard on her bare, squirming bottom till she wriggled and squealed. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ she shrilled. ‘No more, no more…’

Spank-spank-SPANK Hard, heavy swats blasted across her tormented buttocks until they felt alive with pain and flame, simultaneously burning and freezing. Candice’s spanking went on for a good twenty minutes, and at no time did Badger’s arm tire; and although his palm stung he bore the pain manfully until he felt that justice had been done.

‘Stand up,’ he said at last. Gasping and whimpering, the girl did as instructed, and was glad to do so. Sobbing contritely now, she stood at his side. ‘Take off your top.’

It was the final humiliation. And even then it wasn’t over for Candice. ‘You’re a talented girl, I’m sure,’ Badger said. ‘In case you should decide not to see this chastisement for what it is — a call to more appropriate behaviour as a member of the group, and due respect to the manager who could bring you the success you’ve all been striving for, I’m going to show you what will be in store for you if your attitude fails to improve. Bend over.’

‘Wh-what,’ she gulped in horror. ‘Not more! — you can’t…’

She stared in dread as he now produced a long, quivery stick. ‘Next time — and I hope for your sake that there won’t be one — it will be a caning. Push your bottom up and out. I’m going to give you three strokes, as a warning. Bend OVER.’

And Candice Lavelle, the young pop singer with the voice of honey and gold and a bottom like a peach, did so. Three crisp streaks of anguish across those out-thrust nates caused her voice to reach a full half-octave higher than it had ever reached before.

‘See?’ smiled Badger. ‘A punishment like this can have the most unexpectedly beneficial effects.’

Candice wasn’t smiling though. As her bottom seethed and prickled, she knew what she was going to be from now on. That’s right: a good, good girl.