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Pippi began to wiggle and sniffle as Catherine spanked harder. She rehashed almost the entire story Pippi had told them, reminding her that she’d allowed herself to believe a lie for so many years and had deprived herself of what she wanted and needed because of one moron with no sense of fun or humor. When Pippi began to whimper and seemed close to tears, Cat looked over at Sam and he nodded, indicating he was ready to take over the spanking.
“Okay, little miss. It’s time for you to spend some time over Mr. Sam’s knee, now,” Catherine told her after laying a few harder smacks to her dark-pink skin. Cat’s hand would be sore later, but this had been the right choice, plus she really enjoyed the intimacy a hand spanking provided. Having Pippi over her lap was well worth a little discomfort later.
“I… I don’t think I want any more spanking. I know I was dumb to believe him.” Pippi sniffled.
“It’s not your job to think. It’s your job to obey and no one said you were dumb. You were young and impressionable and you were hurt by someone you trusted. It happens to the best of us. Ms. Cat and I just want to help you move on,” Sam informed her. His tone was firm and unyielding.
Pippi whimpered as Catherine helped her rise in order to let Sam sit in her spot. Unlike her, Sam didn’t request that Pippi lay down. Instead, he took her by the upper arm and guided her over his knees. The position was different and Cat knew it was a lot less comfortable, but it was his way, not hers. It was her turn to be a silent observer just as he had been earlier.
“Okay, sweet girl. This is how this is going to go. I am going to spank you to warm up my hand and then we are going to work on cementing some of the messages that Ms. Cat introduced earlier.”
* * *
Pippi didn’t like the sound of that at all. She was already sore and emotional, barely holding on to her tears. She didn’t want to cry. She hated crying. She didn’t think it was a sign of weakness or anything like that, but she was not a pretty crier. Her face would get all blotchy and red and it would likely last all day and her nose would run. It was messy and she didn’t want to be messy.
“That sounds ominous,” Pippi deflected trying to focus on something else.
“It is.”
Sam started spanking. It wasn’t hard at first, but her skin was already very tender and each swat stoked the fire hotter. It was quickly surpassing uncomfortable and sliding into ouchie. Wiggling hard, she almost rolled off Sam’s lap.
He chuckled. “Not happening, little girl. We’re far from finished.” Repositioning himself, he laid one leg on top of hers and tightened the hold he had on her waist. “That should do it. We wouldn’t want you to fall down and get hurt now would we?”
Even through the pain, the irony was not lost on her. He was whooping her, but yet he didn’t want her to get hurt from hitting the floor. She guessed she should be thankful he was thinking about her wellbeing, but she’d revisit that when he wasn’t hell bent on lighting a fire on her butt.
She wriggled and squirmed to test his hold and just when the pain began to overwhelm her and the tears built in her eyes, Sam stopped.
She didn’t know whether to be thankful or frustrated. She didn’t want to cry, but she was so close to the edge that it felt like if she didn’t, her head was going to explode.
“Catherine, honey, can you please add some lotion to this little red bottom?” he asked.
“What?” Pippi screeched in confusion. “Why do you need lotion?”
“We want to keep your skin nice and supple, plus it will give just enough of an extra sting to get our point across.”
“It’s already across.” She fought harder to get away when the cool lotion hit her skin.
“It’s getting there, I’m sure, but I’d like to really hammer it in.”
As he spoke he massaged the lotion into her skin. It felt kind of nice, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t last long.
Cat knelt in front of her and took her hands.
“You’re doing such a good job, sweetie, but there are still some beliefs in here”—she leaned forward and gently kissed Pippi’s forehead—“that we need to get rid of.”
“There’s not.” Pippi pouted.
Cat’s lips twitched like she wanted to smile. “You’re adorable. I want you to listen to me and do everything I say, okay?”
“If I do, will we be done?” she asked hopefully.
“Mr. Sam and I will decide when you’re done, but I can promise that if you do not obey, then this spanking will go on for a lot longer than any of us intended for it to.”
Pippi didn’t want to prolong it. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll do what you say. Or I will try.” She shouldn’t make promises she didn’t know if she could keep.
“Good girl.”
Piper looked up at Sam for a second and he laid down three hard swats to each of her cheeks. The sting was intense and it surprised her how much more it hurt. She whimpered when he stopped.
