Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 11

Author's Note: As many readers noticed, I messed up when posting the last chapter (#10). I double posted the first part and left out the second. I have submitted a corrected version but as of this posting that one has not been posted. I added that omitted portion to beginning of this chapter. I apologize.

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"Okay, ladies." I said, addressing the group. "Let's get started. Remember this is a law office. We don't want to tie it up too long so Lou can take care of her other clients. Let's do both girls at the same time."

Lou immediately corrected me. "Oh no! That will not be a problem at all." Lou announced. "We have cleared our schedule for the afternoon. I do not want to rush the proceedings. I want each of you to get the maximum satisfaction possible. Do one girl at a time. That way you can all watch each other. Now if you want to have the girls take turns getting spanked so they can appreciate each other's punishment, that would be okay too. As long as each of you have your time with both girls." That brought laughter and cheers from the group. Lou tuned to me and quietly said, "These women are all new clients. I want them happy." She smiled.

One of the women said, "I have an idea how we can do this. Somebody takes Robin over her lap for her twelve, then a different woman gives Marianne her dozen. We switch off until we all do both girls. That way our arms are all rested. Plus waiting a few minutes between each set is gonna have their butts burning." The other nine women roared in laughter and agreed.

Robin glared. Unable to stop herself, she declared, "You accused US of being sadistic. THAT is just fucking cruel!"

None of the women looked offended. I saw a couple shake their heads as if to say. "what a dumb bitch to open her mouth."

"Alright." I said. "Robin, for that outburst you I am going to give you ten with the paddle. The ladies can decide if we start with the paddle or end with it. And you know what that means." In answer to puzzled looks, I explained. "My house rules are any girl who gets more than two with the paddle spends a week in chastity. Robin has been locked up for a week and a half now. She is getting a week added." More laughter ensued.

I almost regretted announcing the ten with the paddle. Both Robin and her sister could barely stand by the time the women finished administering the hand spankings. Their thighs quivered as they stood, bawling. Legs spread. Both girls were lean and muscular. This was not fat shaking. I could understand. Not a single woman had cut the girls a bit of slack. They swung their hands into their targets with gusto. Each spank was administered with full force. I had thought an over the knee spanking would reduce the effectiveness a little, but these women were far more familiar with spanking than I was.

I had also said earlier that if the girls opened their legs on their own, their crotch was a valid target. I could not see how that could be administered. I was wrong there too.

Each woman from start to finish, held her victim, not sideways over her lap but at a diagonal her legs spread slightly and holding the girl across either left or right thigh depending on her dominant arm. Instead of standing to one side or the other, the other viewers stood in front or behind the spanker, depend on whether she wanted to see the bottom or the face. Each blow was delivered with maximum force. Several times, both Robin and Marianne spread her legs as she helplessly kicked. Each time her legs spread, the next blow hit her pussy. The screech that followed told how much more that hurt than across the butt or thighs.

Both girls looked like their butts and thighs had been painted. I could not see a bit of skin still pale. "Are you gonna put her over your lap for the paddle, Mr Bas? It is hard to use a paddle that way." I was getting suggestions from the women." You could have her bend over and grab her ankles and give extras when she gets out of position." Or just bend her over the table. You can get a good swing that way too." said another of the women. I said I did not think Robin could stand on her own for the paddle. "I know. That's why I suggested over the table." she said. I asked her didn't she think Robin had suffered enough.

"I'd have thought it better if we could have spread this out over four or five weeks." she said. "Thirty or so a week would keep the two sluts' asses red. But that was not an option."

"I wanted my revenge today in case I wouldn't get another chance." another offered. "Spreading it out would have been better. Good thing is there is no real damage. Purple butts for a while. We all endured that. Okay Bas, you are up. Don't wimp out." I looked around. The other women shared the same thought. These women had given me Marianne after all. They wanted everything they could get.

"This ought to be epic!" one said loudly. "Those paddles mean business!"

Another said, "I popped myself with that paddle on the thigh earlier. I can tell you it hurt." "I'd been spanked by one similar when I was a slave. A tap hurts." a different woman said. " A hard blow blisters your ass."

Lou leaned close. "You know you have to do it, Bas. Do it properly." I nodded. I put Robin across the table offered. Two women held her by the wrists. Robin cried and begged. I felt bad until I had a thought. This young woman had also pushed me to sign a document that would have allowed her to do this to me whenever she wanted. She even bought this paddle. I raised my hand and brought my arm around with force. Robin screamed.

I had not swung with the full force I could. I did act like I was. I repeated the blow nine more times. Robin screamed hysterically each time, jerking hard trying to get away. The women seemed happy they got their due. One spoke for the rest. "Bas, thank you. I am more satisfied than I would have been if Marianne had been sold as a rich guy's slut. Ya done us right."

Another woman laughed.as she pointed out, "Marianne IS a rich guy's slut." That was met with a chorus of agreement and laughter. They prepared to live.

One stayed behind a few seconds. She whispered to me. "I'm sure the others would agree with me. We'd have liked YOU to have owned us when we were slaves. I know and I suspect most of the others realized you could have hit Robin much harder than you did. You were nice to her. But it was effective." She reached over and grabbed Robin's buttock and squeezed. "I hope you realize that bitch! You've got a good owner. Don't fuck it up and make him want to sell you." She turned and hugged me as she kissed me on the cheek. I was flabbergasted.

As she walked out, I looked over at Lou who stood there, grinning.

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I stepped over to bid Lou goodbye while the two girls got dressed. I told her I was planning to help Derek butcher deer in the morning but I would probably not bring all the women. And we would not be staying for lunch. I just had too many things going on at home. Lenore had shot bucks both Wednesday and Thursday evenings so we had to process them. Lou smiled. "To tell you the truth he said we might have to take care of your deer for you and bring you the meat." Lou admitted. "He said you have too much on your plate right now. He told me his opinion was you took Lenore out hunting as stress relief. You and he butchered all the animals you'd shot the first of the week. I'm going to tell you this. But I'm sure you already know it. He likes you. Derek really looks forward to the camaraderie of working as a team. He loves deer season. He likes to see his friends fill their freezers. Ours are close to being full. He's had Sarah out as much as possible. I'm not as good a marksman as she is. I tend to rush my shot."

"I know you well enough to tell you this. Derek is an old school prepper. He sees himself as an old country boy at heart. He loves the idea of providing his own food and helping others do the same." Lou offered. "He turned a little one man garden into a mini-farm. In the cool weather we have massive salads. This spring we will repeat that. This time of year we have our winter crops." Lou stopped to laugh. "I used to think food came from the grocery store. You bought what you wanted when you wanted it. Now we look first to what is in season for us to grow and what we can do with the surplus if we have any. We rarely have any if we can dehydrate, freeze or can the stuff. And we still need to buy a ton of produce to feed all of us."

"I used to do the same thing." I admitted. "Christine and I would grow all kinds of vegetables. We could afford to buy anything we wanted of course, but the very idea of us growing our food was special. I got away from it after she passed. Before I met Derek, I never really considered hunting as an option for me. My family, ya know cousins and all, hunted but I never went."

"In a few months, it'll be time to start harvesting crawdads. " Lou said. "I know Derek showed you his ponds." I nodded. He'd explained their management. Something he learned just a few years ago. He was proud of them. "Well, he sells enough to cover the expenses but we have frequent boils. It's another excuse for Derek to gather his friends for a party. I know we'll be seeing you, Lenore, and all your girls there."

I felt settled again. Lou telling me that Derek not only understood what I was going through but had anticipated my needs made me feel good. I realized Derek had gone through the same upheaval in his own life just a few years ago. A pretty much solitary existence and then suddenly surrounded by a group dependent on his leadership. It is a little overwhelming. But it is also empowering.

Robin and Marianne were finally dressed and ready to go. Both walked stiffly trying to reduce the burning in their buttocks and thighs. Lou did not even try to suppress her smirk watching them. Lenore described Lou as a fair person, but someone who did not brook a bit of nonsense from anybody, especially a slave. She might not spank or paddle one herself, but she would ensure the guilty party was punished. I was pretty sure Lou would agree these two girls had been fairly punished.

Both girls complained sitting in the car hurt. I suspected they were not exaggerating. If standing and walking hurt, I imagined sitting would be excruciating. Car seats aren't the softest. I told them to put on their seatbelts. "Can't I lay just down on the seat back here? My butt hurts SO bad." Marianne asked, whining miserably. I repeated I wanted her to wear her seat belt. "Fine!" she muttered, petulantly. She hissed when I hit a small pothole. I did not do it intentionally. Louisiana has terrible roads. Her continual moaning about how much her butt hurt began to grate on my nerves.

"I'm sorry the roads are not smooth enough for you." I said, gritting my teeth. I glanced sideways at Robin. I could tell from her facial expression she knew I was perturbed. After her recent ordeal, she was hesitant to open her mouth even to warn her sister. Finally, I pulled into the driveway at home.

Beth and Charlene were waiting. They rushed out to meet us when they heard us park. The presence of Robin's car indicated Rene and Carol were already home from class. "Are you okay?" Beth asked her daughter when she walked inside, moaning. Joanne, Rene and Carol heard our voices and came out of their rooms to join us. They had heard a little about Marianne's history but had never met her.

"I got my butt TOTALLY blistered." Marianne reported, pathetically. "Robin did too. All those women from the program took turns spanking our butts until we can't sit down. They did not have an ounce of mercy. It didn't help that Mr Bas hit every bump and pothole on the ride home. I don't think he missed a single one. It was like he aimed for them."

That was it. "I'm very sorry your little bottom is sore.... NOT" I gritted. "Or it hurt when I hit a rough spot in the road. Maybe I should let you be sold at the Parish auction. It might add a few bucks to the city, parish and state coffers to fix the roads." Marianne stared at me, shocked. She either had no idea I was irritated or was such a stuck up little bitch she did not care or think about it. I suspected it more the latter. She was an entitled little princess. I did not know her well but imagined her pretty face and fantastic body made her one of the popular girls at school. She was used to wrapping people around her little finger.

"Jeez, I was just joking." Marianne said. "I know those women demanded I get spanked. They wanted that as part of the deal to give me to you."

"And I am going to demand you get paddled as well." I said. "Strip!" She stared at me for a few seconds to see if I was serious. "You just went from eight to ten. Want to go for twelve? Keep standing there." I threatened, but keeping my voice low and even. She slowly began to peel off her clothes while staring at me, like she could not believe I was pissed. What had she done wrong except voice her opinion?

"Please don't make me do that." she begged when I ordered her over the end of the sofa. I reached into the gym bag for the paddle. She was still not in position.

"Twelve", I said. "It goes to fifteen in three, two....."I stopped when she spun and quickly draped herself over the large end of the sofa. "Up. I want your ass the high point." She was crying now. I looked at the assembled women. "I will NOT tolerate disrespect." I said.

I may have cut Robin a little slack when I paddled her in Lou's office but her sister was about to get a full dose. I decided to treat her like I was applying the paddle to a pristine, unmarked bottom. I ordered Beth and Charlene to hold her arms or grab her hair, whatever it took to hold her in place. "If she gets up, that smack will not count. And believe me, she is going to want to get up."

I did not twist my body to maximize the force like the guard had using his strap on Gary. My arm was quite strong enough. The first blow rang out, Marianne's scream followed. She began to wiggle and kick. I did not hurry but I did not waste time to let the burn take hold before the next blow. That was not necessary to send the message home. I alternated from right cheek to left, striking the fattest part of her bottom. Then I hit the 'sit spots' where the buttock meets each thighs, then repeated.

Marianne laid limp, bawling when I finished. I walked into the kitchen and hung the paddle on the nail in the wall where we decided to keep it.

We had not had many spankings. I had paddled Joanne and Robin that one Saturday afternoon a few weeks back. And Rene had been paddled for her low test grade. Every woman there looked at me and wondered how to act. "I don't mind comments." I said when I returned. "You can say pretty much anything you want as long as it is respectful. Now your idea of respectful might differ from mine." I said. Marianne was now standing, her hands closing and opening at her sides as if she wanted to rub her bottom but was afraid to do so. I was amused she was no longer concerned about her nudity at all. I glanced at the couch to see if she had peed on it. I was happy to see that she had not. I would not have held it against her if she had. Her butt had to be throbbing now.

"You will remain nude until you need to get dressed to go out. Ask permission first." I said. Marianne nodded. I was not real sure what rules I ought to keep and which to discard. I thought the chastity belt for a week after a paddling would be an effective deterrent. But nudity might become so commonplace it would be no big deal. Marianne did not seem too concerned with hers right now. But then again she had spent much of the past twenty four hours naked in front of a number of strangers.

I was about to announce I needed to talk to Lenore, Brenda and Sonya before I made too many policy decisions when a loud knocking on the door interrupted the conversation. Richard had come home from school. He was a little excited. "Uncle Bas, we need to talk. I've been trying to see you for the past few days. Mom told me to leave you alone but...." His voice trailed off when he saw his girlfriend Marianne standing there naked in my living room. "What the Hell?" he exploded. "Why are you standing there naked?" Instead of answering, Marianne looked tearfully in my direction. "What is going on?" he demanded, turning back to me, his face red. I told him we needed to talk. "No shit!'' he exclaimed. "I walk in and find my girlfriend collared and naked." Marianne said that was not all and turned and pointed to her bottom. Even from several feet away. Richard could tell its state. Her buttocks were actually starting to mottle a bit.

"Let's go outside and talk." I said. "We probably ought to take a drive. I have an errand to run and you can go with me." I turned to the others. "You have a menu for supper. I assume?" Charlene nodded. "Well, let's figure on Richard and his mother joining us." I turned to Richard as we got into my car. "What were you told about what was going on?" I asked.

"Not much. Cops came and got Joanne, Robin and Marianne and took them away. Mom said it did not look good for them. They stole jewelry. She said I would have to wait to find out what was going on. And to talk to you." Richard said.

I directed my car down the drive. "First of all, Richard, there is gonna be a big change around here. We have eight slaves and four free people living on the property now. Let me bring you up to date." I said. I explained how Joanne had stole Christine's jewels and Robin had taken her mother's and aunt's. "Marianne watched Robin stealing the stuff. She said nothing to stop her nor did she report it. She paid a stiff price for for her actions." I told him the rest.

"So MY girlfriend is YOUR slave, now." he offered, agitated. "You can do anything you want with her. Strip her, fuck her, whatever." I told him to quit thinking of her as his 'girlfriend'. Easier to think of her as a slave he likes. Also I was not going to fuck her.

"I have a rule for the slaves."I said. "I don't share. Meaning you can't walk over and tell Robin to blow you. At the same time, I will agree to not screw Marianne since she is or was your girlfriend." He relaxed. "But, get real. You probably already knew you would not be with Marianne forever. It is a high school romance. Fun while it lasted but then it is over." He did not like the idea emotionally but intellectually, he understood. "But as a slave she is stuck where she is for the next five years. Unless I sell her of course. For now, you can kind of treat her like before, but you don't need to ask her permission to grab her tit or finger her pussy." He looked at me and grinned as he said he didn't need that before. "Before she offered it, now you take it." I explained. "Big difference."

"Now there will be some major changes. I want her to finish high school. That means you will be in charge of her. I want her protected. Keep the other kids from molesting her. Do NOT get into a fight over it. That will just get you into trouble. You can say she belongs to your uncle technically. Whatever you need to say. I can almost guarantee somebody will come up and ask you that since she is now a slave, can he get a blowjob or fuck her. You might even be offered money. Do NOT do it." Richard was agitated at the idea some may want to take advantage of Marianne now but understood what I was saying. He had been a typical nerdy boy growing up. Not big enough to play football nor did he play any other sports. But he was not a weakling either. He kept himself in decent shape. He did not run with the 'cool' crowd. I know his social status had to increase dramatically when he started dating a beauty like Marianne. Now he'd be in charge of her. "She is the only slave in your high school isn't she?" I asked. He nodded. "That will make your task all the tougher. I'm gonna talk to the principal. I'll have him announce that just because she is wearing a collar, nothing else has changed. She is a student like any of them. That will be the official story. You share most of the same classes, right?" He agreed, and said all but one. "Well, keep her with you as much as possible. At school try to act just like before. Don't show off, make her carry your books or any of that. Don't carry hers either. There might be a few modifications to day to day life. You might take her into the boy's restroom when she needs to go and stand guard by the stall. You can work things like that out as you go along."