Chapter 4 – Consequence
THWACK!
The hairbrush landed on the fleshiest part of Pipers right bottom cheek, and it stung!
"Agh!" Piper exclaimed, feeling the immediate searing fire ignite across a small part of her skin. An oval of angry red appearing on her upturned cheek. Nate had headed out into the market after saying goodnight to the girls and had come back around thirty minutes later with a few acquisitions from Percy, The Mr Handy robot who manned Diamond City Surplus overnight. One of those acquisitions was now being used across Pipers bare bottom.
After breakfast Nate had insisted the girls not dress after their showers and made each of them stand, naked in front of him, whilst he scolded them for their past behaviour. Whilst the girls were used to changing in front of Nate, this was a completely different situation and intensified the embarrassment they were feeling at the prospect of being spanked by their friend.
He had announced that not only would spankings always be administered on a bare bottom, but he had also announced that every punishment would be witnessed. He didn't want any concern, or accusation to ever creep into their relationship that he preferred one of his companions over another. Today each girl was going to get an equally well spanked backside, watched by the other two. He had selected Piper to go first.
THWACK!
The second swat landed on the opposite cheek and on the roundest part of her bottom. Pipers' backside jiggled in reaction to the smack and a beautiful red glowing disk appeared on the affected area immediately.
"OWW! Ahh!" were the only noises Piper could make as the searing heat and pain cut through all coherent thought. She had mentally prepared herself for a hiding and one she knew would sting, but this was something on an entirely different level.
SMACK!
Swat three landed on the curve between the lower part of Pipers right bottom cheek and the upper part of her thigh.
"Ahh Fuck Blue!" Piper exclaimed. Kicking her legs to try to shake off the increasing burn. Nate, who had Piper lying over both his knees, slipped his right leg from under her and wrapped it around the lower part of her thighs, locking her legs into place. Placing his right leg over Pipers also had the effect of pushing her already well-presented bottom just a little further up as her legs, being fixed in place, were now angled down towards the floor. Her bottom had just become a little more pert, with the skin just a little tighter over her reddening rump.
CRACK!
Smack four repeated the process on the other side, landing where bottom met thigh.
This spanking had only been going on for around a minute, maybe a little more and already Pipers bottom was a bright red, she had tears in her eyes and she was praying for the burn to stop.
"AHH, Ha Ha!" She stammered, incoherently, wiggling like a floundering mermaid, her legs clamped tightly together by Nates.
Nate had decided that morning that he was going to make the first spanking he gave the girls particularly harsh. He was expecting by the time he had finished, that each of the girls would be displaying not only a crimson bottom, but that the very same punished seat might end up sporting some marks for a few days afterwards. He knew that anything other than a full-on hiding could have the girls starting off on the wrong foot. He needed them to fear and hate the hairbrush, and any other implement he used in equal measure. He also wanted them to know he was taking his side of the agreement seriously. Better they swapped stories of 'that first spanking' in the following weeks and months rather than asking 'was that it?' a few minutes after he had finished.
Nate figured that the girls would not be disappointed with his treatment of them, as he knew there would be a part of each of them testing his mettle at this point. He had to show them he was serious.
CRACK, SMACK!
Nate rained smacks five and six down on the underside of Pipers right cheek, just where ass meets upper thigh. Both landing on the same spot. Piper squealed and bucked her bottom. For Piper it felt as if her rear was actually on fire, the wiggling and bucking an attempt to put out the flames.
"AYIEEEEE! YOWWWWWW!" came the two cries as the brush made contact
THWACK, CRACK!
Smacks seven and eight attacked the same area of Pipers other bottom cheek and almost immediately a darker hue of crimson appeared on the assaulted area. Pipers whole bottom was alight with a red glow but the two sit spots were already taking on a darker appearance and he wasn't even halfway through.
SMACK, SMACK!
The next two came in swift succession, one on each cheek and a little above the last ones, Nate not wanting to give Piper time to breathe out the last two. She was taking short quick breaths, trying to work through the sting and burn covering her rear.
THWACK, THWACK!
Eleven and twelve headed back to the sit spots already turning a darker shade than the rest of her bottom. It was like flicking a switch, from trying to work through the pain, these two smacks pushed her over the edge. Piper let out a wail and began blubbering, the wiggling and bucking reaching an almost frantic pitch as she tried to move her bottom from the wicked brush. All semblance of reason gone as she tried in vain to escape the onslaught.
"AHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Piper wailed
THWACK, CRACK!
The next two curling around the side of her cheeks just a fraction, Nate having to push her away from him a little to get access to the side of her bottom tucked up against his stomach.
"AAHHHHHH OWWWWWWWW, IT HURTTSSSSSSS!" Piper cried, lifting her head up and swinging it side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks. Piper had decided not to tie her hair up and her loose locks were flying all over the place as she threw her head about.
CRACK, CRACK!
Fifteen and sixteen landed underneath each now darkening sit spot, right across the top most part of her thighs.
"AHHHHHAHHAHAHA!" Piper's crying was now steady as the bucking and the wiggling subsided, Nate imagined that she must have worn herself out by the amount of fighting she had done. He knew these last four needed to be the hardest and so, resolute in his task, he tightened his scissor like grip around her legs.
CRACK, CRACK, SMACK, SMACK!
Pipers' cries reached a higher pitch as the last four smacks were landed back on the roundest part of her now well punished bottom.
Carefully, leaving the sobbing girl over his knee, Nate turned and rested the brush on one level of the bookshelf just behind him. Turning his attention back to Piper he gently placed his right hand on the small of her back and began to rub gently, in an attempt to focus her attention back on him.
"Shhhh" he reassured her in a comforting tone "Its all done, all over now" he gently and carefully rubbed her bottom. The skin on her cheeks had taken on a much rougher feel than the rest of her body and was burning hot to the touch. He could see the sit spot, on each side, had turned an angry purple which he knew she would have for a good few days. Sitting down was not going to be an easy task.
"Come on, up you come" Nate took hold of Pipers waist, helping her to stand. He was glad that he did as she was extremely wobbly on her feet when she was finally upright. Her face was a picture, all red and blotchy, her eyes were puffy, red and still streaming with tears, her nose running and her mascara smeared down her face.
"I… That was…. It really… I'm …" Were all the words that Piper could managed as Nate steadied her.
"Are you ok now?" Nate asked as he let her go. She nodded as she blew out a huge breath, trying to control the sobbing reflexes that still ran through her. Nate left her where she was and walking past the other two girls, went to the sink to get a clean damp cloth.
"Here, wipe your face with this," he proffered up the cool cloth.
"Th…Thank you" Piper responded, her body not quite over the shock of what had just happened. A few more deep breaths and the sobbing reflexes abated, and Piper was still. As if she had just remembered that her bottom was on fire, she suddenly grabbed both orbs with her hands and started to rub furiously, hopping ever so slightly from one foot to the other. She looked up at Nate who was back, standing in front of her.
"Careful what you ask for right, Blue?" She grimaced.
"Quite," Responded Nate with a half smile. "Right, I need you to stand here" he said gently and he steered the still rubbing Piper to stand shoulder to shoulder with Curie, to the right of the chair. He then turned to look at Cait and held out his hand. She looked into his eyes and then down to his hand and, without saying anything, took it and let him lead her to the chair. In that one look Nate could see unimaginable strength but at the same time a vulnerability that her situation had her in. Still holding her hand he sat down and pulled her towards him, Cait draping herself over his lap.
"I've got this," He leant forward and spoke softly into her ear. She had taken up a position, laying over his lap, with both hands flat on the floor and both sets of toes doing likewise. Having chosen to tie her shoulder length hair into a ponytail, she had raised her head to look forward and in that movement reminded Nate of a sprinter about to begin a race. On hearing his reassuring voice, Cait reached her right hand back, up to her waist to be taken by his, she wasn't going to be alone in this. Gripping her hand firmly with his left hand, Nate turned and collected the brush from the bookshelf. He lifted up both knees slightly to bring Cait's bottom up a little and rested the brush against her flesh. Tapping the brush twice and raising his arm as high as he could…
THWACK!
He landed a smack firmly across the top part of her right cheek, deciding that for Cait he was going to work from the top to her backside down to the top of her thighs.
"AH!" A small sound of surprise came from Cait. Nate could feel her tensing and could tell that she was now in the ring and was bracing for the next swing. Looking down at her, she was blessed with an incredible body but there wasn't an ounce of softness on her. When she tensed, Nate could see muscle lines running down the back of her legs to her ankles. She was coiled like a spring. She was going to fight this.
"CRACK!"
Smack two replicated the first smack but on the other cheek. Apart from a small jolt under the impact, Cait stared ahead intently. That's my Cait, thought Nate swelling with pride. Yes, tensing her bottom would lead to it hurting more in the long run but he admired her spirit and if tensing was going to get her through this then good for her.
SMACK!
The hairbrush impacted a little further down Cait's right bottom cheek, causing the skin to redden immediately. Nate could already see a darker crimson streak forming where the two smacks on that cheek had overlapped.
THWACK!
Swat four found its target and Nate could feel Cait shifting slightly on his lap, this was going to be one hell of a fight but still not a sound from her.
CRACK, CRACK!
These two were the hardest yet and both on the roundest part of Cait's upturned bottom, one each side. The tell tail oval imprint of the brush flashed up immediately, making Cait's cheeks bounce on impact. Two more streaks of crimson appeared a little lower than the previous pair, surrounded by a pool of angry red heat.
Cait exhaled loudly. She tugged loose her hand that was still being held by Nate and moved it to grip on to the cross bar at the base of his chair, her knuckles turning white if anyone were to look. She was still looking forward, concentrating on a spot in front of her and gritting her teeth.
WHACK, THWACK!
Seven and eight fell on the sit spot of each cheek as Nate made his way down her bottom.
"HA! AHH!" Exclaimed Cait involuntarily and her body went even more rigid than it had been up until then. Her legs were out, rod straight behind her, slightly open, with her bottom muscles clenched tight. Nate tapped the brush against her right cheek.
"Relax, it will hurt so much more if you tense" He spoke to her in calm tones "Put your legs back down or I will have to pin you in place like I did for Piper."
Listening to Nates words, Cait relaxed and let her legs drape back over his knee with her toes once again resting on the floor. Whilst she had relaxed her legs and bottom, Nate could feel her stomach muscles were like rock as were her arms and shoulders.
SMACK, CRACK!
Nine and ten seared a spot just where Cait's right cheek met the top of her legs. Both smacks on the same spot and Cait cried out.
"AHH!" She cried angrily.
THWACK, CRACK!
Nate wasted no time delivering the same double to the left cheek, noticing the area turn crimson with purple blotches straight away.
"AHH! AHH!" Came a similar cry, Cait had obviously let herself the luxury of being able to vocalise her pain. Despite the obvious mounting discomfort emanating from her punished rear, she had not moved from Nate's lap, her legs, now relaxed, had stayed where they were and her eyes never deviated from looking dead ahead.
SMACK, SMACK!
The next two impacted down the side of Cait's right cheek and elicited a higher pitched sound as the brush assaulted virgin skin.
"OWWWW!" Cait squealed.
Nate rolled Cait away from him a little, much easier than it was with Piper as he didn't have Cait held in a scissors grip with his legs and delivered two smacks to the side of her left cheek.
CRACK, SMACK!
The impacts reverberating through Home Plate. This time Cait made no sound but jerked her left hand to join her right, gripping the cross bar of Nates chair as if her life depended on it.
As with Piper, the final four were going to be the hardest and looking at Cait's bottom he knew where he would have to go. Her bottom was a complete angry red with three little ellipses of burgundy, almost like ladder rungs, working their way down each cheek. The last of these was tucked just under the roundest part of Cait's bottom and therefore directly on her sit spot.
CRACK, CRACK, SMACK THWACK!
Nate alternated the smacks; catching this sit spot of each cheek twice, turning both areas a deeper shade of crimson, growing the purple blotches. As Nate finished with the flurry of four swats, Cait's body went limp and she just hung over his lap, panting with exertion, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She had obviously been counting as well.
Cait had done fantastically well taking her licks and Nate was immensely proud of her. He was naturally proud of each of the girls for wanting to atone for their past behaviour as a way of starting afresh, but for Cait to actually ask for a spanking was something special given her past. She was obviously not only serious about wanting to stay with Nate and the team, but he could see that she completely trusted him as well.
Nate placed the brush back on the shelf and, taking a hold of Cait's waist he helped her to her feet.
"Are you ok?" Nate asked letting her waist go.
"You mean apart from my arse looking like the skin from a sunburnt death claw" she said twisting around and looking down at her rump, touching it tenderly with her fingers. When Cait finished her gentle inspection and she turned around Nate could see that tears had run down her cheeks but she wasn't showing any lingering effects.
She smiled at Nate "I'll live" she said as she moved to stand next to Piper. By this time Piper had stopped rubbing her bottom but she had kept her hands there, and now looked like someone afraid her bottom would fall off if she didn't keep her hands in place. Nate decided now would not be the time to crack a joke about it and instead turned to Curie.
She had the look of a startled deer in the headlights with wide astonished eyes and a mouth slightly open.
"Are all self-preservation modes switched off?" Asked Nate.
"All self-preservation modes are disabled" responded Curie.
"Good, then I need you to come here and put yourself over my knee" Nate instructed.
Ever since Curie had been given a synth body, Nate had learnt everything he could about these wonderful creations.
Manufactured by a shadowy organisation called The Institute, synths were synthetic humans who were designed to help humanity or replace humanity depending on who you asked. The synth itself came in three types, with the 3rd generation, such as the body Curie now occupied, being almost entirely indistinguishable from real humans. Run by a very powerful processor, the 3rd generation synth was equipped with a self preservation mode which was activated when the synth felt in real danger. Nate did not want Curie to suddenly go nuclear on him because she was getting her bottom spanked. And that was another thing, what would it feel like spanking a synth, he knew they were created with human DNA but was she going to feel different? Well, he was about to find out.
Curie draped herself over Nate's knees taking up the position Cait was in a few moments earlier. She seemed to be much less comfortable in such a position than Cait and began fidgeting almost immediately.
"Keep still" commanded Nate, and Curie relaxed, "Bottom up" he ordered as Curie had already bent her legs causing her bottom to slide down to one side, almost beside Nate's knees and not over them. At this angle his smacks would have to come in from the side which he didn't want. Thankfully, she immediately straightened her legs, which pushed her bottom up perfectly.
"Keep that position" Nate chided, tapping Curies bottom with his palm.
"Oiu monsieur!" Curie responded obediently.
From the look he had received from Curie just before she had placed herself into position told him that he needed to get on with this and put the poor girl out of her misery. She had already had to watch the other two get their punishment. Nate made a mental note to vary who went first should he need to punish all three again. He retrieved his brush and wasted no time…
CRACK!
It was hard, even Nate realised he had been severe with that one. A burgundy oval shape appearing on her right cheek immediately. Maybe it was the tension of the day, maybe the sympathy he felt for the girls or the pressure he felt under to perform his new duties, whatever it was, he usually saved that strength for the last four.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Was the response as Curie screamed and burst into tears.
"I…..I…..M…S…S…SORRY!" She wailed as she kicked her legs. Nate quickly trapped her flailing legs by wrapping his own around hers, scissoring them in place.
THWACK!
The second landed on the other cheek and again on the fleshiest part of Curies upturned bottom. Nate berated himself for rushing as he had wanted to begin at the top, just like he had for Cait and work his way down.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! PUTAIN ÇA BRÛLE!" Curie cried as she tried to put her hands back to cover her burning seat.
"Remove your hands!" Nate ordered sharply. When she hesitated with her right hand, Nate grabbed it and moving it to the small of her back…
CRACK, CRACK!
Two landed on the right cheek, just above where the first smack had left it's mark.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Curie cried, thrashing about as much as she could whilst being locked in place by Nate's legs. If he thought Cait did a Stirling job of fighting the pain of her punishment, Curie was really giving Nate some trouble just trying to keep her in place.
She began sobbing and pleading, her right cheek already a bright red, peppered with splotches of angry purple.
"JE NE VEUX PAS ÊTRE VILAINE! I PROMISE…..IT BURNS….I CAN'T!"
CRACK, THWACK!
The other cheek received two smacks and it too became a crimson mass with blotches of a darker hue. Curie was clenching her bottom in the most delicious of ways from Nate's point of view, but he knew he needed to get on with this as she was getting more and more difficult to hold still.
"Keep still or I will add more" Nate barked, hoping this would have an effect. Curie just kept wailing and wriggling and Nate was pretty sure she hadn't heard a word he had said.
What should he do, add more like he had promised or just get it over with? She was most definitely feeling her punishment as it was.
CRACK, THWACK!
One on each side under the curve of her backside, marking the area with a fiery crimson.
SMACK, CRACK!
Another two, this time on the top of her thighs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I CAAANT" Curie was sobbing, her breathing ragged, blubbering incomprehensible words as she wailed through her spanking.
If this was how Curie was going to deal with her Punishment then that was fine with Nate, but they had only got through half the number of smacks and he was exhausted holding this young women in place. He couldn't imagine how tired she must be. Synths are obviously all muscle, something he was learning quickly.
"Good girl," Nate shushed as he rubbed Curies flaming cheeks. "We are halfway through, you are doing really well." At this point he was saying anything that he felt might get her to stop bucking and fighting as much.
These words of Nate's obviously did get through as Curie calmed in her wriggling, the muscles in her bottom and legs relaxing.
"You are being so brave, my love, I am so proud of you. Hold on." Nate said, leaning forward and signalling to the bar across the base of the chair he was sat on.
Curie did as she was told and gripped the bar as Nate lifted the brush…
THWACK, SMACK!
"OOEWWWWWWWWW!" Curie continued her crying, her right hand shooting up to grab Nate's leg.
CRACK, SMACK!
The next two went straight for her sit spots, one smack each side, landing on already tender flesh. Each impact leaving an oval of crimson over the red. Most of Curie's bottom was peppered with blotches of purple with a large oval of purple appearing on the lower curve of each cheek.
CRACK, THWACK!
Two more on the top of Curies thighs and she clung onto Nate's leg with a vice like grip but at least the wailing had calmed down.
"I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE NO MORE!" She pleaded, turning her head to try to look at him.
"We are nearly done, sweetheart" Nate looked to offer some reassurance, not easy when these last ones were going to be the hardest. What was good for one girl was good for them all though, and he wasn't going to lighten up just because Curie was crying more than the other two.
CRACK, THWACK, CRACK, THWACK!
The last four of the twenty were two and two, impacting on the roundest part of Curies punished bottom.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Curie sobbed, going limp over Nate's lap.
"You have earned two more, Curie as I told you to keep still earlier and I will not be disobeyed" Nate made himself sound serious even though all he wanted to do was scoop Curie up and cuddle her tears away.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH NON! I CAN'T"
Nate gripped her side, tightened his legs.
CRACK, CRACK!
The last two on the same spot as the previous four and Curie now had two large purple 'O' marks on the roundest part of her bottom.
Nate stayed sat, with Curie limp over his knee sobbing uncontrollably. Wracked with sobs, all he could do is stroke her back and make shushing sounds. It was a good couple of minutes before Nate moved to sit her up, which she eventually did, ending up perched on his lap, her bruised and punished bottom hanging off the edge of his legs.
Nate hugged her, rubbing her bottom and reassuring her that she did so very well, all in an effort to help her gain control over her crying. Nate heard a gentle cough and looked up to see Piper offering the cloth that Nate had given to her. Piper had run it under the tap and it was cool and refreshing. Nate gently wiped the tears away and slowly Curie's breathing returned to normal.
He took Curie in his arms as he stood, gently placing her feet down as he released her. Like Piper she was a little unsteady on her feet and took a few deep breaths to gain control and focus. She looked up into his eyes and all he could see was pain and hurt reflected back. Nate had made this first punishment particularly severe on purpose, but now he was worrying whether he had gone to hard too fast and that it was all too much for Curie to accept. Best thing to do, Nate thought, was to get the girls to freshen up, get dressed and then carry on the day. He was sure each of the girls would need a little time to process what had just happened and to reflect on this new arrangement.
"I'm not going to insist on corner time for any of you today, so you can now go and get dressed, but because this has been our first punishment session, I want you all back here when you are ready, ok?" Nate ordered.
Looking a little shell shocked from the whole ordeal, the girls nodded and turned to head downstairs. Nate watched them as they left. Each bottom its own mish mash of reds and purples, with each girl's cheeks going white on the surface as they walked, an effect of a harsh spanking as the skin blanched a little in reaction. Nate didn't think he was imagining this, as he was sure each girl was walking a little gingerly in her steps. Well, it had been a proper hiding and one they would not soon forget, but now the real test was to come, had it been too much too soon?
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