Line of Operation - A Fallout 4 Spanking Story

by Agoodhiding

Nate has settled in with his three companions to their new place in Diamond City. Whilst its domestic bliss at home, out on the road things are way too chaotic for Nates liking. This is a story of a developing relationship between a group of friends and how a simple solution becomes the glue that binds.

25. Consensual Non-Consent

Chapter 25 – Consensual Non-Consent

The next morning Nate left early, before the girls were up, and headed over to the Bleachers to deliver the seeds. Whilst he knew Doc McClintock wouldn't pay well, he liked bagging favours and from her reaction, she was very pleased to have received this consignment. On crossing through the market, on his way back to Home Plate, Nate wondered what the girls would have decided on whilst he was gone. He wasn't pleased at the prospect of having to punish the girls, especially as this would be the first time, if his senses were correct, where there might be some resentment at his decision. On the other hand, in his mind, this was the most serious of any of the offences, cock ups and mistakes the girls had ever made. This was not something he was going to allow them to forget anytime soon.

On entering home plate, Nate was greeted by two naked women standing in front of the chair Nate used when punishing the girls. Piper had her hands behind her back and to her right Curie had her hands together in front of her, shuffling her feet a little. To their left, and fully clothed, was Cait sitting on one of the bar stools cradling a mug of something hot.

Nate paused for a second, gathering his thoughts. This was not what he had expected. He began walking towards the two standing women and looking over to his desk he could see they had laid out all the punishment implements that he had in his collection. The cane was the only thing absent from the desk as that was hanging from its crooked handle down the side of the bookshelf. On the desk he could see the school paddle he and Curie had made, the horse crop, the hairbrush and the oversized wooden spoon.

Continuing into the room, Nate came to stand in front of Piper and Curie. He had a plan.

"So, you two have come to the conclusion that not paying attention can cost lives?" Nate asked, coming to stand in front of them.

"Oui, monsieur" answered Curie.

Nate looked at Piper, "I guess," she responded.

Nate lifted an eyebrow, "you guess?"

"Well," Piper blew out a breath, "I feel bad that you got shot and I can see why you are mad and…" Nate held up his hand.

"Do you agree that what you did was careless?" Nate asked Piper firmly.

She paused, blushed and looked at her feet. "Yes." She said very quietly.

"Right, then we shall deal with this right now." Nate went over to the table and selected the hairbrush. He then sat himself down in front of the two naked women and turning behind him, rested the hairbrush on the bookshelf.

"Come here, Curie." Nate ordered, holding out his hand.

Curie took the offered hand and Nate gently led her to stand to his right. Not needing to be told to lay herself across his lap, she quickly put herself into position laying over his left thigh. Nate wrapping his right leg around Curie's.

"I am extremely disappointed in both of you for forgetting such a fundamental piece of our unit drills. Whether you honestly forgot, lost interest or plainly couldn't be bothered, your actions led to one of us getting shot. From what you told me Curie," Nate tapped her upturned bottom with his open palm, "I stopped breathing and you lost my pulse. Stop me if any of that sounds even close to being acceptable." Nate paused, letting his point sink in. "I cannot let either of you ever forget such a fundamental piece of our survival and safety. Do you understand?"

"Oui, monsieur," answered Curie.

"Yes, sir." Mirrored Piper.

Without a further word, Nate tapped his hand twice on Curie's left bottom cheek and begun with a steady and firm rhythm.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

Curie jerked involuntarily, surprise registering on her face. It was obvious she wasn't expecting Nate to begin so hard. She turned her head and again faced forward, determined to take this spanking stoically. Swapping to her right cheek, Nate continued to spank her presented bare bottom firmly.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

Nate settled into a rhythm, four spanks on one cheek and then four on the other. His large hand enveloping each cheek, flattening it on impact. It wasn't long before Curie began to shift uncomfortably over Nate's knee and her bottom took on a pink blush. Nate soon increased the force of the smacks.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"Ow! Ah! OW! Ow!" were Curie's responses to each of the unyielding spanks. His firm steady rhythm, which was clearly echoing off the walls of Home Plate, soon began to elicit more wriggling and more exclamations.

"I …" SMACK! "am …" SMACK! "very …" SMACK! "Sorry …" SMACK! Curie's apology forced into a rhythmic cadence by Nate's continued spanks.

It wasn't long before Curie's bottom had taken on a darker pink, the blushing stage entirely forgotten. Without relenting, Nate's hand continued its steady assault.

Nate had been spanking Curie now for well over three minutes and did not give any signal that he was intending on stopping. The only slight break in rhythm was when he needed to pull Curie up a little as her wriggling had her slipping off his knee. Pulling her into him with his left hand was all he needed to do before he restarted his punishing tempo.

Curie was now moving more, the bottom half of her legs frantically kicking from under the firm hold of Nate's right leg. Nate continued to spank.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

The punishment continued, the only change being that now Nate rained down seven or eight smacks on each cheek before alternating to the next.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"AH! MONSIEUR! I AM SORRY …!" Curie cried, the first real break in her composure as the tears finally came. Nate had been spanking her for a full five minutes and her bottom was now a darker shade of red with a sprinkling of small crimson dots, where the spanking had been most intense.

With the no nonsense approach Nate was taking to this punishment, just as swiftly as it had begun, so the spanking ended. Nate immediately grasping the contrite girl by the waist and helping her up, he continued in his no-nonsense tone.

"Right get yourself over there against the wall until I call you back, I have not finished with you yet." And with that he gave Curie a firm swat and marched her over to the wall behind the chair, nose against the wall, moving her hands to above her head. Curie complied fully with his instructions, a small sniff the only sound from her.

Nate moved purposefully over to Piper, who had a look of real apprehension on her face, and he sat back down on the chair.

"Right young lady, over you go," ordered Nate, holding out his hand just as he had done for Curie. Piper hesitated. "Now Piper! I have a lot to get through with you two, and I am in no mood to hang around." Nate ordered. Piper's' expression turned from apprehension to shock with the mention of having a lot to get through. Piper's mind was now working overtime imagining what that would mean for her unprotected rear.

She was soon pulled over his knee, and in line with the start of Curie's spanking, he began by scolding first.

"Both of you should be utterly ashamed of yourselves for the way you conducted those entry drills at the iron works. You have been operating as a team for close to nine months now and getting better every day, and then you go and make such a monumental mistake, like this one." Nate was pointing his finger into the softest part of Piper's right bottom cheek for emphasis as he made his point. "And what is even worse, is that you started to think this type of behaviour can, in some way, be excused." He made that last point for the benefit of Cait as well, but he didn't look up at her. "I cannot and will not allow you to forget this fundamental part of our unit drills, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Answered Piper.

"I hope that is not you being a smart mouth," Nate responded as he began to spank her right cheek.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

These were a little harder than the starting ones he gave Curie, as he was sure Piper's last comment was her being sarcastic.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

The other cheek received similar attention.

"AH! Fuck!" Piper hissed from between clenched teeth.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

The spanking picked up pace a little as Nate imagined how he would have felt if it had been one of the girls having been shot. He gripped Piper's side a little more as he continued his task. He was determined this would be a lesson none of them would soon forget, and oh boy, did he have a surprise for Cait.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"OW! AH! JESUS! BLUE!" Piper began bucking and wriggling from under Nate's firm grip.

"Oh no you don't, missy," Nate grabbed Piper's right hand as it shot back to try to protect her stinging backside. Piper's bottom had almost immediately turned a dark pink, as Nate began punishing her, and it seemed like seconds before that colour was a full-on red. Nate had been spanking for a good few minutes, his swats ranging from the roundest part of Piper's firm bottom to the tops of her legs. Glancing at the clock, Nate wanted to make sure each girl received a very similar length of punishment. He was doing well so far as Piper's bottom was now a hot and angry red, but he was in no mood for leniency as the smacks continued to pepper her already well punished seat.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"AH, AGH!" More sounds came from Piper who was now bright red in the face and having a tough time soaking up these spanks. It was obvious she was determined not to cry but this was going to be hard.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

It must have been somewhere around the four-minute mark that Piper's resolve finally broke and the tears began in a choking sob.

"It … Hurts!" she cried.

"Good!" responded Nate flatly, "Perhaps you won't be so quick to forget this lesson in the future, then."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

The punishing spanks continued to fall for a further minute before Nate stopped. No rubbing, gentle words or letting the girls catch their breath. This was going to be a sharp shock for them each, and he was not even close to having finished yet.

"Up you get, miss," Nate held out a hand to Piper for her to use it to get off his lap. "Nose in the corner now," he barked as he turned around to grab the hairbrush. Thinking she might earn a swat there and then from the brush, Piper hurried to stand next to Curie, putting her nose against the wall and her hands on her head. Had Nate been looking he would have seen the two girls swap quick glances, a mixture of apprehension and shock.

"Curie, get yourself back over my knee right now," Nate ordered. Curie, mirroring Piper's speed, dashed over to Nate's side and draped herself back over his lap. Again, freeing his right leg to clamp hers in place, Nate set the hairbrush against her warm red bottom. "Hold on young lady, this is going to hurt." He commanded as he raised his arm.

SMACK, THWACK, SMACK, CRACK!

The hairbrush landed with a crack against Curie's bare skin, the flat surface of the back of the brush giving a higher pitch to the punishing strikes.

"AH! OWWW! HA! ARGH!" Curie immediately began crying out as Nate began a steady tempo with the brush. He was keeping the same rhythm as he had with his hand, the brush obviously adding a few levels of severity to this stern, no nonsense lesson the girls were learning.

CRACK, THWACK, SMACK, CRACK!

The smacks continued, Nate ensuring that he covered the full curve of Curie's round and stretched bottom and a good part of the tops of her legs.

"PLEASE, I CAN'T, AAAHHHHH!" Bawled Curie as the unrelenting hairbrush continued its assault.

THWACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK!

Curie's bottom and the top of her legs were now a dark rouge, the whole area dotted with darker crimson flecks.

Nate glanced at the clock as he only wanted to use the hairbrush on the girls for around two minutes each. Keeping the rhythm to around one smack per second, Curie's bottom would have received a decent number of hard smacks with the hairbrush by the time those two minutes were up.

"Right, get yourself up and back over to the wall, young lady," Nate again helping Curie up from her bent over position. As Nate steadied her as she came to her feet, his right hand held her right bottom cheek. It was hot, rough and felt like cured leather. Forgoing the swat this time, Nate gently pushed her towards the back wall.

Nate glanced at Cait who had not moved from her seat on the stool at the breakfast bar. She still had the coffee mug up against her face, hiding most of her expression but she was red in the cheeks and her eyes were wide.

"Piper, get yourself back over my knee this instant," Nate barked.

"Yes sir," came the response and Piper almost ran back round to Nate's side. Nate saw that she stole a glance at Curie's now angry, red, swollen and welted backside and she froze.

"Over now, or I will add more," Nate commanded, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him. Whether it was her training, the tone of his voice or blind courage but Piper took a deep breath and did exactly as she was told, placing herself over his left thigh. Nate was inwardly relieved that he wouldn't have to man handle Piper into position.

So far, Nate was pleased as to how the girls had handled this no-nonsense punishment. Similar to the first one he had ever given them, this one was full on and would have them not being able to sit comfortably for days. The difference was that this one wasn't asked for. Curie felt she deserved it, that much was clear, but Piper was not convinced, and his Cait was downright refusing to accept she had done anything to deserve a punishment. Nate made a silent prayer to whoever or whatever was listening that, concerning Cait, his little plan would work.

Getting straight back to business, Nate tapped the hairbrush on each of Piper's cheeks and began.

THWACK, THWACK, SMACK, CRACK! The smacks alternating from one cheek to the other.

"AH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Piper hissed, gripping tight to Nate's leg with her right hand.

CRACK, THWACK, SMACK, CRACK!

"FUCK! CAN'T, CAN'T, AH!", Piper blurted out words unintelligibly, whilst trying to get her hand back behind her to stop the punishing spanks from burning her bare bottom. Nate deftly captured her wrist whilst not taking a break from his punishing rhythm. He looked up at the time, seeing his two minutes coming to an end, he counted down the last two dozen. The last four bouncing off the roundest part of her angry red bottom.

CRACK, THWACK, SMACK, CRACK!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Piper was wailing by the time Nate brought her hairbrush spanking to an end, and just like with Curie, he gave her no time to regain her breath.

"Right, get yourself up and against that wall now." Nate ordered, holding both his arms up and out of the way as he let Piper struggle up from being over his lap. Once she was up, Nate steadied her as he did for Curie and then swatted her over to the back wall. She squealed as the swat landed on the back of her right leg.

With the girls back in position, hands on head, facing the rear wall of Home Plate, Nate stood and turned the chair around. Although he liked the chair that he had used for the girls over the knee spankings, the back of the chair was a little high. He paused for a second looking at the centre of the room and then he nodded to himself, and placed the chair back against the rear wall, resting it next to the two well spanked and chastened girls. He turned to where Cait was sat and still ignoring her, he took the other stool and placed that in the middle of the floor. This should do nicely he thought to himself. He went over to his desk, where his spanking implements had been laid out, and picked up the paddle. Nate then moved back to stand next to the stool, tapping the paddle gently against the palm of this left hand.

"Come on over here Curie and let's get you over this stool." Nate pointed to the stool with the paddle. "Make yourself comfortable as you will be there for a good few minutes." Nate moved out of the way so Curie could move into position. Curie stood sheepishly in front of the stool before leaning over it and grabbing the footrest near the bottom of the stool legs. Nate pushed down gently on the small of her back until Curie was lying on the stool, resting her body weight on the seat.

"Now remind me why you are getting this spanking?" Nate asked, standing over the now bent over Curie.

"Because we were not paying attention to our drills," Curie stated in a remarkably strong tone of voice given the state and colour of her backside.

CRACK!

Nate landed the first swat solidly against her right bottom cheek. "Right," Nate confirmed, "And why is it important to remember your drills when operating, out there?" Nate continued the questioning.

"Because if we don't people could get hurt." Curie said in a much quieter voice, now knowing what her answers will get her.

CRACK!

The second swat landed on the opposite cheek. "AH!" Curie let out a small cry.

"People could get killed don't you mean?" Nate placed his hand on Curie's lower back, poised for the next swat. Curie tensed, knowing what was coming and bracing herself.

"Yes, sir," she answered as she screwed her eyes shut, knowing exactly what was coming next.

THWACK!

Swat three landed in the middle of Curie's well presented bottom.

"Let us hope this will serve as a lesson for you in the future and make you more mindful of your drills." Nate tapped Curie's well punished seat for emphasis. "Hold on." He ordered.

CRACK! THWACK! CRACK! THWACK!

"AH! … PLEASE … I'M … SORRY!" Pleaded the desperate Curie, trying to move her bottom out of the path of the stinging smacks. Nate kept her from moving too much by opening his hand and holding firmly to the small of her back.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! THWACK!

Nate continued the punishing swats, often landing three or four swats on the same side before changing to the other cheek.

CRACK! THWACK! CRACK! SMACK!

The punishment continued. Nate landed a further twenty swats on Curie's bottom before stopping for a short break and more scolding. "Hurts a little more than the hand, doesn't it?" Nate asking the obvious.

Curie, who was breathing hard, answered quickly, "Yes, Sir."

"And by it hurting more it is sending you a little message isn't it?" Nate swapped the paddle over to his left hand and rested his right on Curie's now crimson bottom. The middle of both cheeks having turned and much darker shade of burgundy. It was obvious to Nate that Curie would be sporting some impressive bruises if he carried on this level of punishment. "And what message is it sending you?" Nate continued the questioning.

"To not forget our drills." Curie answered, a little stronger this time.

"Let's hope that message sticks, right?" Nate was looking for an answer, when none was forthcoming, Nate confirmed again, "Right?"

"Yes, sir," Curie answered as Nate swapped the paddle back to his right hand.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Nate took up the same punishing rhythm of smacks, the paddle impacting on Curie's soft skin, bouncing off and returning with a resounding crack. The middle part of Curie's bottom now displayed two large circles of deep red with a lighter core, two smaller circles underneath. The bruises each looking like a miss proportioned figure of eight.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nate repeated the twenty swats he had given previously, Curie's bottom was now a much darker burgundy with the roundest part of each cheek taking on a shade of dark blue. The figure of eight markings now much more prominent.

When Nate finished the last two smacks, he walked over to the breakfast bar and placed the paddle down next to Cait. Shooting a quick glance at the contents of the mug she was holding to her face, he could see that she hadn't taken a single sip from the contents. So, Nate thought to himself, she might be paying attention after all.

"Right, let's get you up and back to the wall, please." Nate went to the still bent over Curie and helped her up. Once up, she stood in front of Nate staring at the floor. "Over to the wall, Curie." Nate softened his tone, he was impressed with the licking she had just taken and from her body language the lesson had most definitely had an effect on her. She scurried over to the wall and returned her hands to her head.

"Ok Piper, your turn," Nate said, adopting a light tone but trying not to sound like he was enjoying himself. Nate was actually torn as to how he was feeling. It was a rush, that was for sure, having and exercising this level of power over these incredible, strong and very capable women. On the other hand, he had been feeling a sense of guilt at just how tough he had been, and looking at the state of Curie's bottom, now back against the far wall of Home Plate, that guilt returned. The strongest emotion, however, and the one that would win over was his strong belief that this lesson needed to be learnt to keep them safe in the future. Nate looked away from Curie as Piper moved sheepishly to stand in front of the stool.

"Ok, over you go." Nate ordered. Piper slowly and somewhat reluctantly draped herself over the seat of the stool, her arms grabbing hold of the bar that acted as the footrest.

"You have just heard me giving Curie the paddle, yes?" Nate confirmed, "but tell me, do you think it was deserved, me giving her a paddling like that?" He asked the now bent over Piper.

There was silence for a good few seconds. "Erm," Piper finally spoke, "Yes," she said, sounding anything but confident.

"Which means no," Nate responded.

"No!" Piper exclaimed trying to get up, "It's not that I don't think I have done wrong, it's just that I don't want to speak for Curie." Nate placed a hand on her back gently pushing her down.

"Curie has already taken her licks, so you will not be getting her into anymore trouble. I'll ask the question in another way, then." Nate spoke gently, still resting his hand on the small of Piper's back.

"Do you think your joint mistake can be set aside, forgiven and let slide, given the agreement we have?"

"No," answered Piper emphatically, "That's why I am here, now, like this, having already been spanked." Her voice sounding genuine and contrite.

"Yes, and this agreement we have is for you guys to take a punishment when you screw up. A punishment I decide, right?" Nate confirmed.

"Yes." Piper agreed, "Sir," she added in quickly.

"And you feel you screwed up, right?"

"Yes sir." Piper responded.

"And what did Curie say you had agreed on if someone didn't want to accept their punishment?" Nate asked, getting close to addressing the elephant in the room. "What was the alternative to getting a well deserved hiding." Nate asked.

Now Piper went silent. Had Nate taken a look over his shoulder he would have seen Cait lower her mug and a look of shock come over her face. Against the wall Curie turned her head a little, looking down to her left shoulder. She was also paying full attention to this part of Piper's scolding.

"I'm waiting." Nate stated firmly.

"That they could leave." Piper eventually said, her head dropping a little more from her bent over position.

"That's right, if someone didn't want to take their well-deserved punishment, the alternative was that they could leave." Nate lifted the paddle in his right hand. "Hold on," he ordered Piper.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Nate began the paddling in earnest. The first ten swats delivered one per second, with several spanks landing on the same cheek before he changed sides.

SMACK! WHACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"AGH! FUCK! AGH! HA!" Piper began wriggling and her legs began to kick as the burn set in, and Piper's bottom turned an angry dark crimson. A small circle of purple just on each sit spot growing with every set of spanks delivered.

CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"OWW! AAARRRGGGHHH! FUCK! I CAN'T!" Piper cried, her arms shooting back to try in vain to rub the sting away.

"Move those hands back down," Nate barked, moving to grab Piper's wrists. Piper returned her hands to the bar before he needed to move them away, but Nate stood closer to prevent further attempts from Piper to interrupt her own punishment. Leaving his hand on the small of her back, Nate set to delivering the final round of punishing swats.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AHH! ARGH! OWW! AHAHAH!" The final swats proving too much for Piper who began to cry, going limp over the stool. Her body shaking gently as she sobbed. Seeing the crying girl, her bottom a mixture of reds and purples, all the anger flooded out of Nate as he fought the urge to scoop up the crying reporter and hold her as she sobbed. Stealing himself to the last part of this task, he ordered Piper up and back to the corner. Piper nearly falling off the stool as she scrambled to her feet and rushed over to her previous position facing the wall.

Throughout the last part of Piper's paddling Nate had his back turned to Cait. This was partly because he was concentrating on the wriggling and moving Piper, but there was also a part that wanted his back to the girl he had really expected more from. Having watched Piper get back into position against the far wall, Nate looked at both the girl's bottoms and was very satisfied with the end result. These were two members of his team that would not be forgetting this lesson in a hurry. A gentle cough from behind brought his attention back to the other girl in the room, and on turning to face her, there was Cait standing naked in front of him.