I had, on a whim, dropped in to see my older sister. She'd moved out of home ages ago, as soon as she turned eighteen, and had been living in the unit for over three years now. Me, I turned eighteen and stayed safely at home. I had no objections to my parents continuing to pick up the bills for a while longer. I was taking this opportunity to save up a little nest egg. When I moved out I wanted to be ready.
For some reason Clarissa didn't seem too happy to see me. She was nice enough, and put on the kettle, but I couldn't help getting the feeling that she wanted me gone. Something was up, I just knew it, and I was sticking around out of perversity.
The problem surfaced when the doorbell rang. I was right next to the door when the chime went off and I automatically reached out and opened the door, hearing Clarissa's, "Don't answer that!" just a little too late.
These two guys just came barging in. Not bad looking but the way they were dressed tended to say hired muscle, and I wondered what the hell was going on.
One of the guys grabbed my arm and told me to be quiet and nothing would happen to me. Clarissa, he said, had been a bad girl and needed a reminder that this was not a good idea. I have to admit that the guy holding me, while older than me, was young and attractive, with a friendly manner and a nice voice. In another situation I would have been attracted to him, but in the current case - not so much.
The other guy, a virtual twin of the one holding me was standing in front of Clarissa, smiling.
"Ah, listen, guys," Clarissa said, a pleading note in her voice, "Bethany is my sister. She just dropped in to say hullo. Could you, um, come back later, when she's gone?"
"Now Clarissa, love, you know we can't do that. Our instructions were firm. No excuses are to be accepted, no matter how creative. The relative ploy is rather dated. Everyone has a relative they don't want involved."
"I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on," I chimed in. "What the hell do you guys think you're playing at?"
The guy talking to Clarissa turned and looked at me.
"Call me Tim," he said. "He's Tom. Clarissa has been a naughty girl and certain penalties are called for. Don't worry. The penalties in this case won't require hospital treatment or even a doctor. It will be more of a subtle reminder that young ladies need to behave themselves."
"Tim and Tom? You expect me to believe they're your real names? And just what did she do, anyway?"
"Does it matter if they're our real names? You can call us Percy and Cecil if you like. Do you think I look like a Percy or a Cecil?"
From the 'you look like an idiot' look I gave him he must have decided my answer was in the negative.
"No? Then Tim and Tom it is. Now, what Clarissa did. She short-changed the till at work, again, and the boss has decided views about that. He did have a word about it last time, and was quite nice about it. But he did warn her that a penalty would be incurred if she screwed up again."
"Clarissa?"
"There were these shoes. I was a little short so I borrowed some money from the till. I was only borrowing it. I was going to put it back when I received my pay."
"Why didn't you."
Tim laughed. "Apparently the till was balanced before she received her pay and the boss was displeased. Clarissa has since paid back the missing money but the boss insists the penalty be paid. He points out that she was warned so she can't really argue about it."
Clarissa was glaring at Tim.
"Listen, now is not a good time. Bethany will be leaving shortly. Why don't you guys come back in half an hour?"
"No delays," said Tim, shaking his head. "Our instructions were clear. If we leave, you may not open the door when we return."
Clarissa was looking very frustrated but not scared, so I guess the punishment wasn't going to be anything too onerous. I couldn't help wondering what it was.
"Ah, exactly what are you going to do?"
"We are going to have Clarissa take off all her clothes so she is stark, staring, naked. Then I am going to put her over my knee and give her a good old-fashioned spanking. She is going to finish up with a nice warm glow to her bottom. Won't this be fun?"
"Um, Tim, can't you let Bethany leave first? Please."
"No. It will provide her with an object lesson as to what happens to naughty girls."
At the same time that Tim was insisting I stay I was also insisting I stay.
"I'm not leaving you here alone with these two animals. If I'm here they won't dare go too far and actually harm you. I'm staying."
Clarissa called Tim a rude word and he just laughed. She also told me I was an idiot but I ignored that, putting it down to stress speaking.
"Come along, Clarissa, no more delays. Let's see those clothes hitting the floor. Or would you prefer me to take them off for you? "
Clarissa gave us all a nasty look and started undressing. It didn't take long before she was standing there naked except for her shoes. I couldn't help wondering why she'd left them on.
Tim and Tom were giving her appreciative looks and I could feel myself blushing for her. Their looks were absolutely carnal in expression and it was fortunate that she was only going to be spanked. Anything else and I suspect they'd have fucked her to a fare-you-well.
Tim sat himself down on a chair and patted his knee. Clarissa edged over to him and he brought her across his knee, bottom up. I was slightly surprised. I'd have though that he'd place a hand on her back to hold her in position but no. His hand went underneath her, neatly cupping one of her breasts. So typical of a man, I thought. Any excuse for a cheap grope.
Tom dragged me around to the side a bit more. I wondered why for a moment and then I twigged. In the new position he had a better view, not only of Clarissa's bottom but of her pudenda as well. Bent over the way she was with her legs slight parted he could see everything. So could I, for that matter. It was embarrassing.
Tim started spanking Clarissa. I was embarrassed all over again, but this time it was for Clarissa's reactions. She was weeping and wailing and carrying on like crazy. She kicked her legs up and down and waved her arms around and a fat lot of good that was doing. Tim was grinning as he spanked her and Tom was openly laughing, enjoying the show.
Tim's hand would come down, bouncing of Clarissa's bottom and she'd give a small scream. Tim's hand would lift again, showing Clarissa's bottom to be a little redder than it was before the spank. He must have given her a score of good firm spanks before there was a subtle change of action.
I didn't notice it at first as I was standing there being quietly appalled at Tim spanking Clarissa and even more appalled at Clarissa's reactions to the spanking. I mean, hell's bells, I wanted to rush over there and give her a swat myself, telling her to show a little more decorum. Her carrying on was disgraceful.
The subtle change seemed to be flagged by a new note in Clarissa's screams. Hearing it I watched a bit closer and was appalled all over again. Tim wasn't just spanking Clarissa on the bottom. His hand was now reaching around and landing stinging little slaps upon her mound. No wonder she was shrieking each time he did it.
It also looked to me as though it was exciting her to a certain extent. I've got pretty good eyesight and I could plainly see that her labia were darkening and swelling as Tim's hand slapped against her. Then it was a case of, yes, she's most certainly being aroused, as I could see her inner lips starting to protrude, swelling up and puffing out. My god, if he kept this up she was going to be spanked into a climax.
"OK, Tim," Tom suddenly said, "time for stage two."
With that Tim desisted, swinging Clarissa to her feet and standing up himself. Clarissa's nipples were erect, undoubtedly cause by Tim pawing her breasts while he spanked her.
"Ah, stage two?" I asked Tom.
"Uh-huh. Stage two," he said with some satisfaction, nodding towards Tim.
I looked back at Tim and, oh my god, he'd dropped his trousers and he had an erection sticking way out there. He was also pushing poor Clarissa so she was bending over the end of the couch, and his intent was plain.
"What is he doing?" I yelled at Tom.
"Stage two," he said. "After Clarissa's been spanked we fuck the daylights out of her. Tim's up first. When he's finished I get my turn."
"You can't do that," I protested. "That's rape!"
"Um, you're right. But Clarissa isn't going to complain. She knew what she was risking when she pulled her silly little stunt."
