Taming the Wasteland - A Fallout 4 Spanking Story Chapter 14 - Different Strokes, a fallout fanfic

Chapter 14 – Different Strokes

Morning breakfast was a quiet affair, partly because of the sleeping patient currently occupying Valkyrie's bunk space, but also the impending punishment Curie was about to receive. Curie, herself had been up early and had prepared breakfast as usual, seemingly not affected by the fast-approaching spanking, it was Valkyrie who was looking nervous and unsettled.

Leaning over to Valkyrie once Curie had begun to clear the plates away, Piper spoke softly. "You'll be great at this, nothing to it." She tried to sound encouraging.

"Yeah, don't be too good, don't want another top in the house, thank you." Cait grinned.

"No chance of that." Valkyrie looked pale. "Is it always this hard." She looked at Nate.

"Erm, well…" Nate shrugged, "I mean, I also feel bad when I'm about to spank one of you for having done something wrong."

"You absolute liar." Cait laughed, "you believe, each time we are stood in front of you, that we fully deserve what we are about to get."

Nate looked guilty but then smiled. "Okay, so maybe I do… but that's only because you do deserve what you are about to get."

"And Curie?" Valkyrie asked.

"She wants to not feel guilty anymore, and I respect that." Nate answered.

"But do you think she deserves it?" Valkyrie pushed.

"I can't answer that, as I am not the one choosing her punishment." Nate looked back at his companion. Nate then reached out and took Valkyrie's nearest hand. "You look like you are about to pass out, we don't have to do this, you know that, right?"

"I just know that the spanking will hurt, and I can't do that to Curie." Valkyrie grimaced. "She is so sweet and kind and gentle and…."

"But you aren't doing anything, Nate is." Piper smiled, attempting to lift the mood. "Shouldn't it be Nate feeling guilty."

They turned to Nate who smiled and shrugged, "If Curie is going to get spanked then it will be according to Valkyries wishes, but I can tell you this now, it will be worse if it isn't hard."

Valkyrie gave him a questioning look. It was Cait that spoke next, "She'll know you told Nate to be gentle and the whole getting rid of her guilt won't work. She will be the same as she is now if not worse, wanting you to take her offence seriously."

"Screw it!" Valkyrie got up from the table. "Come on Curie," she called over to her teammate, "let's get you upstairs for your spanking." And with that, she marched off and headed up the stairs to the teams living room area. Curie turned from her dishes and calmly followed, stopping only to hang up her apron.

Cait looked in surprise to Nate and Piper. "Well, we had better follow then, hadn't we."

By the time the team had assembled in the Living room, Curie had stripped off and was stood in the middle of the room facing the spot she knew Nate would occupy very shortly. Valkyrie was stood off to Nates left and as soon as Nate had placed his usual chair in the usual position, she addressed Curie.

"For your punishment today, you are to go over Nate's knee for a three-minute hand spanking which will be followed by two dozen with the horse crop. Those will be given with you bending over the back of this chair. Do you understand." Valkyrie said in a slightly stilted and awkward manner as she pointed to the chair. Yes, Nate thought, Valkyrie was a rubbish top.

Cait and Piper smirked at each other, remembering that the horse crop was the first implement Dean had used on Valkyrie when they first met.

As Nate was sat down facing the naked Curie, he could sense it was his time to take over proceedings. Taking hold of Curies hips he moved her a little closer to him, as she had stood in her initial spot a little too far for Nate's liking. Before a punishment he wanted each of his girls within reach.

"So, do you understand what is going to happen today?" Nate asked.

"Yes, sir." Curie replied. When Nate kept silent Curie picked up on the signal and continued. "I am to be punished over your knee for three minutes and then I am to receive twenty-four strokes of the horse crop, whilst bent over the back of your chair."

Nate nodded, "Good girl, and do you know why you are getting this punishment?" Nate continued the questioning.

"Yes, sir. It is because I was careless, and my actions led to the loss of a special and sentimental object." Curie answered as she looked directly at Nate.

"Do you have anything to say to Valkyrie before your punishment begins?" Nate asked.

Curie looked over to where Valkyrie was stood. "I am sorry that I was not attentive enough and that your mug was lost. I am also sorry you are feeling uneasy about the way my error is being dealt with, and I only hope that you will be able to forgive me once my punishment is over."

"I will make you a deal." Valkyrie smiled. "I will if you do."

Curie returned the smile and made her way round to the side of Nate's lap. "Ok, young lady, over you go." Nate encouraged as he guided her into position.

Nate turned to Valkyrie. "Can you begin the timer, please." Valkyrie nodded and Nate rested his hand on the soft curve of Curies right bottom cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Nate began the spanking with firm smacks, choosing to land five swats on one cheek before moving over to the other. The room was silent, except for the synchronised smack of Nates hand impacting against Curies bare bottom. Cait and Piper were sat in their usual positions on the bar stools with Valkyrie standing just over Nates left shoulder.

Curie took the first flurry of swats in silence, Nate's attention turning her bottom a blushing pink. After a minute or so, Nate increased the intensity of the punishment, lifting his arm a little higher on every spank.

"Ah, Ow, Ow!" Curie exclaimed as she felt the sting increase.

As Nate hadn't yet wrapped his legs around Curies, her legs were free with her toes resting on the floor as were her hands. As Nate increased the strength of the smacks, Curie began to wriggle a little in place, her legs shifting as she tried to move her bottom from the stinging onslaught.

"Keep still young lady," Nate ordered, "Or I will add more time, do I make my self clear." He asked as he continued to spank.

"Yes!... Sir!" Curie answered in rhythm to the smacks.

By the time the second minute had passed, Curie's bottom was a brighter red and she was making an involuntary sound on almost every spank.

"Ah, Ha, Ow, Ow!" Curie exclaimed as the punishment continued.

"I hope that this spanking will serve as a reminder as to what will happen when people assume rather than check that kit has been properly packed away." Nate then looked up, "and let this act as a lesson to you all to the consequences of assuming something, rather than checking it yourself." And as if the point needed to be driven home, Nate landed a number of hard smacks whilst finishing that sentence.

"OW! OW! OW!" Curie cried in response.

Nate looked over to the clock and saw that he was approaching the three-minute mark and so increased the speed and delivery for the last two dozen swats. Curie began to kick and squirm and so in reaction, Nate wrapped his right legs around hers, clamping them in place for the final flurry.

As the spanking ended, Nate began to rub Curies bright red and hot bottom with his hand as he waited for her to catch her breath. After a minute had passed Nate helped Curie up and stood up to face her.

"You are now going to bend over the back of this chair and present your bottom for twenty-four strokes of the horse crop." Nate stated firmly. "You are to hold on to the seat of the chair here, and you are not to let go or stand during the strokes, do you understand?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." Curie responded, flushed and red faced from her hand spanking.

Curie then adopted the position and presented her bottom for the crop, arching her back slightly in reaction to the height of the chair. Nate stood to one side and looking up to Valkyrie received the nod he was waiting for.

Swish… CRACK!

"Agh!" Curie cried as the first stroke of the crop bit into both orbs of her already stinging bottom. A thin welt of darker pink raising from the centre of her punished rear.

Swish… CRACK!

The second stroke delivered with equal force landing on a lower section of Curie's pert and well presented bottom.

"Merde!" Curie swore as her hand shot back to rub the effected area.

"Move that hand out of the way, young lady or I will start adding more!" Nate barked. Curie complied and quickly returned her hand to gripping on to the seat of the chair she was being punished over.

Swish… CRACK!

The third stroke landed close to the second and Curie let out a squeal, kicking her right foot up behind her. Nate waited until she returned her foot to the floor before tapping the crop against the roundest part of her bright red bottom.

Swish… CRACK!

The next stroke landed more on her right cheek, leaving a darker red welt where the tip of the crop had landed.

"AH! Fuck!" Curie cried as she tried to keep her bottom still as the burn spread.

"Keep still!" Nate ordered and then softened his voice, "good girl, you are doing really well. Eyes forward, hold on." He instructed.

Swish… CRACK!

"AH!" Curie cried as her hands shot back once again to rub the sting and burn away. Nate was being true to his word and was making every one of these strokes hard, but it was becoming clear to him that Curie was having a tough time with this new implement.

"Valkyrie, can you please take hold of both of Curie's hands and keep them resting on the seat please." Nate pointed to the seat with the horse crop. Valkyrie paused as she looked nervously at Nate. "I do not want Curie to throw her hands back and get them struck by the crop." Valkyrie could see that Nate was trying to communicate something else with his words and expression, but she was happy to trust him. Valkyrie moved to crouch down in front of the bent over figure of Curie and taking hold of both of Curie's wrist, held them firmly.

"Thank you," Nate nodded to Valkyrie.

Swish… CRACK!

The sixth stroke bit deep as Nate landed the crop against the softest part of Curies now welted bottom. The crop had left thin welts running across both of Curie's cheeks, the tips of two of the strokes having turned burgundy where the flexible end of the crop had landed.

"Now that I have asked Valkyrie to hold you in place, the next six will be hard and fast. You are to keep still for all six, do I make myself clear young lady?" Nate established with a stern tone.

"Yes, Sir." Curie raised her head and looked at Valkyrie who was crouched in front of her holding her wrists in place. Valkyrie gave Curie a supportive nod.

Swish… CRACK!

Nate laid all six onto Curies bare bottom in quick succession, the flurry of strokes causing Curie to lift her back in an attempt to escape the stinging strokes. As Valkyrie was holding her hands fast to the seat of the chair, there was no escape for Curie and her bottom felt the full force of the burning strokes. Curie letting out one long cry as the strokes fell.

As Nate lowered the crop at the end of the strokes, he walked up to Curie's red hot and welted bottom to examine the marks his whipping was leaving. He had never used this crop on any of the girls before and wanted to be sure that the thin whippy crop wasn't cutting the skin or leaving any long-lasting marks. The welts were thinner than the cane marks he had felt on Cait, but they left straighter lines than the birch rod. Whilst there were some darker parts to the welts at the end of some of the strokes, the lines the crop was leaving were even and tempered with no cut skin. Curie was feeling these strokes, that was obvious by her movements, but he didn't think these marks would last for more than a day or so. Saying that, he was only halfway through.

Stepping back to his whipping position, Nate lined up the next stroke. "You are halfway through." Nate tapped the crop against Curie's bottom. "As you took those last six well, I intend on giving you another six, hard and fast, so hold on and keep in position." Nate ordered.

Seeing Curie tense, he delivered the next six.

Swish… CRACK!

THWACK!

"OW! OW! OW!" Curie cried and bounced on her toes as Nate set her bottom aflame with the scorching strokes of the horse crop. Curie's bottom was now full of crop welts, some overlapping each other whilst others had crept a little down the back of her legs.

"You are being so brave." Valkyrie looked up and the tear-filled eyes of Curie's face.

"But it's so hard!" Curie mouthed back.

"Nearly done." Valkyrie attempted to reassure her struggling companion.

Nate looked at Curie's bottom and could see that she had been very effectively whipped. If he was the one directing this punishment, he would have been tempted to have finished there, but knowing what Valkyrie had ordered, he knew she had a final round of six before the end.

"You have the last six, Curie, you have taken them so well, not long now." Nate was offering his own words of comfort.

Curie straightened her legs and arched her back. Nate nodded as this was exactly like Curie, despite her bottom being on fire, she would take all the prescribed strokes before she would finally forgive herself. Nate stepped back to line up the final six.

Swish… CRACK!

THWACK!

CRACK!

Nate could see Curie straining against Valkyries hold, but as she had turned off all her Synth self-preservation modes, she was now as human as Valkyrie was. As well as pulling against the hold on her wrists, Curie began twisting away from the strokes as soon as they began, but Nate was still able to land all of them on target, the last two falling heavier on her left cheek.

"AH! OW! AGH! FUCK!" Curie cried as the last strokes found their target and then it was over. Panting but still in position, Curie took in some deep breaths as the final sting and burn sank in.

"You were amazing!" Valkyrie said quietly releasing her friends' wrists. As soon as Curie stood, Valkyrie moved around the chair and enveloped her friend in a hug. "You did so well."

Curie sniffled, "I don't think so," she managed a weak smile, "I couldn't keep still for that horrid crop, it stung so much!"

"Hmmm, I remember." Valkyrie grinned.

"So now I am forgiven, yes." Curie fixed Valkyrie with a hopeful gaze, her eyes glistening with the evidence of tears.

Tucking a loose lock of Curie's hair behind one of her ears, Valkyrie replied, "Absolutely, I promise, but you have to promise as well, ok?"

Curie nodded, "I promise," she blew out a big breath as she began to rub her punished cheeks.

Nate had moved up to stand behind her and he gently spun Curie around, his hands on her shoulders. "You did really well, you know that don't you?"

"Hmm, I am not sure I did but thank you anyway." Curie rested a hand on Nate's.

"So," Nate turned to Valkyrie, "would you like this young lady to have a bit of reflection time in the corner?"

Valkyrie grinned and wrapping her arm around Curie's waste began to lead her to the stairs down to their sleeping area. Turning to look at Nate over her shoulder she said, "No, I don't think that will be necessary, thank you. And anyway, corner time is a silly idea."