Atonement Chapter 6
Elkins wasn't far as the crow flies, but the roads to get there would wind
through the mountains. We might be able to make it by close of business. If not,
I would call on the judge at his home. And why not? My ace in the hole was that
he was a friend of mine. So I was feeling pretty good despite the circumstances
as I headed for Elkins. If I'd been a little more alert, I might have noticed
the big Ford Explorer tailing us. We stopped at a mom and pop diner along Rt 33
for a sandwich. As we came out and approached our car someone came up behind me
quickly. I turned, but too late. I felt a sharp jab in my thigh like a needle.
Then the lights went out.
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It was cool when I came to. And my arms hurt. That's understandable when you're
hanging by your wrists from a rope which had been thrown over the branch of a
tree. My eyes focused on a blonde woman in tight black leather pants standing in
front of me. The seriousness of my predicament became clear as I saw what the
blonde woman was holding in her hand. It was a carriage whip or signal whip of
some kind. It had a single snake-like thong attached to a long flexible handle.
She was idly flicking it from side to side. She looked vaguely familiar but in
my drugged -out state I was having trouble putting it together. Then she spoke.
"Wake up, wake up. I see my naughty, nosey boy is waking up from his nap."
That voice. I'd heard it recently. What the hell?
"Nice to see you again, Mr Hand." She smirked and brushed wispy strands of
blonde hair to the side of her face. Then I knew. Yep. That's who it was. Anna
Klochek. Women's head matron at the correctional center on St John's. I tried to
speak but the words wouldn't come.
"You seem to find yourself at odds with people who don't want to be bothered, Mr
Hand. Making trouble. Interfering. So now my client would like for me to give
you a message."
"W-who?" I managed to croak.
Anna just smiled. "Let's just say my client wants people to stop sticking their
noses where they don't belong."
Anna continued. "Now, these nice people asked me to deliver this message because
I have a talent for such things. But first, your new friend Christy has
something to tell you."
I hadn't seen Christy, but now she walked into my field of view. The jeans and
shirt were gone. She was wearing some kind of brief tunic, like a Roman slave or
something. An attractive 40ish woman accompanied by two younger men in their
twenties stood nearby.
"Christy has something to say to you, Mr Hand." Turning to Christy she said, "Go
ahead, Christy."
Christy started hesitantly, "I-I apologize, Mr Hand. This is Sister Betty, the
Matron in my cabin," as she spoke she indicated the woman. "I've talked to her
and I've realized that running away was wrong. So I'm going back with them. I
didn't mean to get you in trouble." Her eyes fluttered and she looked
imploringly at Sister Betty. "Please don't hurt him. He didn't know."
Betty spoke next. "Don't worry dear, Ms Anna won't hurt him. He is restrained so
he won't interfere with your correction for this stunt. You know how worried we
were. You could have been hurt."
"Yes, Sister B-Betty," she said, eyes downcast. "I know I deserve to be punished
for running away."
"Yes, you do, child, and I am going to have to punish you right now in front of
Mr Hand so he will see that you willingly accept your penance for this deed. Are
you ready, Christy?"
Christy nodded.
"Then take off your tunic, dear, and come here." Betty had seated herself on a
log and pulled from her purse what looked like a piece of stiff oval-shaped
leather with a wooden handle. She cracked it several times against her palm.
Christy almost jumped at the sound, but undid her sash and pulled the tunic over
her head and dropped it to the ground. Then she took off the blouse. Reluctantly
she approached Betty, clad only in white nylon panties and a skimpy bra. The
slender lines of her body and legs merged with a plump and beguiling bottom, the
white cheeks of which bulged out from the sides of the skimpy panties.
"Now, Christy," said Betty, "you know the price of disobedience is atonement,
don't you?"
"Yes, Sister Betty," said Christy in a small voice.
"And you were disobedient running away, weren't you?"
"Yes...I'm sorry."
"And do you freely accept your punishment, here in front of your brothers and
sisters and this outsider?"
"Yes, Betty."
"Christy, you did a childish thing, running away like that. And so you are to
receive a punishment that befits a child. So place yourself across my lap, girl.
I'm going to spank you very soundly, just like any mother would do to a naughty
child who ran away from home."
"Yes, Betty...I'm s-sorry. I won't run away again."
"All right then, get across my knee, child."
Christy blushed and draped herself over Betty's knee. Betty pulled her over and
adjusted her so that her bottom was poised in a jacknifed position over Betty's
right thigh. Betty slowly dragged the little panties down, baring Christy's
exquisitely shaped buttocks. Christy was trembling, fearful of the stinging pain
to come. In spite of myself, I began to feel arousal from the scene being
enacted before me.
"Reach back with your hands, that's it, give me your wrists." Betty was leaving
nothing to chance. She held Christy's wrists in a hard grip at the small of her
back with her left hand. Christy was totally immobilized. Her nude fanny was
vulnerably exposed to the smacker in Betty's hand which was rising to shoulder
level. With her right hand she brough the leather sole down on Christy's right
buttock cheek with a loud crack! that rang through the stillness of the forest.
Betty spanked Christy with hard wrist-snapping strokes that hit alternate cheeks
in a fast stinging barrage that had Christy gasping in pain and wriggling over
Betty's knee. The spanks were delivered with a steady Crack! crack! crack!
Blotches of pink turned red as the smacking continued until Christy's once pale
fanny had been spanked to a cherry red. Christy wiggled her bottom, bouncing
over the lap of the stern correctress, and fluttering her feet as much as the
panties tucked at her kneehollows would permit.
"Aren't you ashamed? Will you ever do this again?" lectured Betty as she cracked
the sole down again and again on the bobbing seat writhing over her lap.
"Ow! Ow! I'm sorry! I won't run away. I'm sorry...sorry!" wailed Christy in time
to the harshly smacking leather.
Betty gave the girl a good hard spanking--a very thorough punishment that,
elicited tears, pleas for forgiveness, and promises of better behavior. It must
have gone on for a good 5 minutes, the steady SMACK SMACK SMACK of the leather
and Christy's mewling echoing through the sylvan glade. Betty eventually stopped
though, breathing heavily with exertion. She helped Christy to her feet. Christy
was gasping for breath, sobbing and rubbing her inflamed buttocks.
"Now, Christy," said Betty, "there is one more thing."
"Yes, Betty?" said Christy, sniffling.
"Ordinarily you might wish to be comforted, but today, since your transgression
has involved an outsider, it is only just that you apologize to him. Now, I
think that your friend has become very uncomfortable. Do you know why?"
Christy shook her head.
"He has become aroused, very aroused, through witnessing your punishment. You
will relieve his discomfort. Take off your panties and bra."
Christy stared, wild-eyed, her mouth open. "B-but..."
"Now, girl! Or do I have to ask Ms Anna if I can use her whip?"
Tearfully, Christy complied.
I spoke up. "You don't have to do anything you don't want, Christy. Leave these
people. Come with me. They are a cult, a mind-control cult. Don't you see that?"
"I'd keep it buttoned if I were you," said Anna Klochek. She whispered in my
ear, "We have a little date after they leave, so be a good boy or mama will
spank." This last admonishment was delivered with a pat to my backside.
Christy obeyed Sister Betty and slipped off her bra and panties, naked now in
front of us. She had smallish breasts but they were nicely shaped and her
slender hips flared revealing her lush triangle.
"Go and kneel at his feet, child," said Sister Betty, nodding toward me. Chisty
did as she was told, kneeling in front of me.
"Undo his belt and pull his pants down." Again Christy obeyed the directive. My
slacks dropped to my ankles. I tugged on my ropes--pointless.
"Now, Christy, reach into his shorts and pull out his manhood. It is nice and
hard, child, from watching your correction and seeing your nakedness." This was
true. My cock was stiff from the spectacle of poor Christy's ass smacking.
Christy did not need to be told what to do next. She ran her fingers along the
length of my cock, stroking and teasing. Gingerly she bent her head towards my
glans and softly kissed the head, top, sides and underneath. Then forming her
lips in an "O" she slowly slid it in about halfway before clamping her lips on
it and drawing her mouth back. She repeated this move several times before
gulping deeper, engulfing the entire lenghth of it in her tender mouth. Then she
began swirling her tongue around the head. Waves of pleasure washed over me and
I groaned. Involuntarily I started pumping my hips in time to her sucking
movements. I couldn't stop it. Spastic jerks signalled my cumming and I erupted
into Christy's mouth. She gurgled as I came and cum dripped out of her mouth,
but she kept sucking and pumping her hand on my swollen shaft.
Sister Betty told Christy she could get up and dress and that she had done a
good job giving me pleasure. I saw Christy sigh with relief and gratitude when
Sister Betty told her that she would not have to go to the Punishment Hut and
that her punishment was finished. Christy dressed and she, Sister Betty and one
of the young men walked down the trail, out of view.
Anna Klochek turned to me whip in hand, a wicked smile on her lips. "Well, Mr
Hand it's just you and me. Malcolm, go take a walk, will you? We have something
to discuss." Malcolm smirked and followed in the direction the others had taken.
"If you think for a minute that I believe that girl is acting of her own free
will, you're mistaken," I said with more bravado than I felt. "I'd release me if
I were you. Kidnapping is a Federal rap."
"Oh, I don't think you'll be telling anyone about this little party in the
woods," said Anna, "after all, you were a willing participant, at least
according to Malcolm, Larry, and of course, little Christy herself. Now before I
leave you in this serene forest clearing, I'm going to give you that message I
told you about. Since you have been butting in where you are not wanted, I think
it is only fitting that the message be delivered to that part of your body that
does all that 'butting in'. Turn around, please." She said this last bit in an
almost sing-songy voice. My guts froze. She was going to whip my ass like I was
a schoolboy.
"Now wait a minute," I sputtered. "You can't do this. This is criminal."
"I can and I am going to. Now turn around and stick your tushy out nicely for
me. You wouldn't want my whip to land on any delicate parts, now would you?"
She approached me and I thought to kick but my feet were tied together. She
grabbed my shoulders and spun me around then almost in one motion she slid her
fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. I was now nude
from my ankles to my waist and all I could do was hop and heave my body back and
forth.
"Now, Mr Hand, I think we'll start with a nice dozen and see where that gets
us." I only heard the whine of the whip--I could not see it. But I sure felt
it--a streak of fire that exploded across my
ass. I jumped. The whip sang through the still air again and I felt another
searing stroke. The pain was quite unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was sheer,
bloody agony. She must have given me twenty or thirty strokes. I don't know. I
didn't even try to count. All I know is I was overwhelmed by pain that made me
feel like my hind end was ablaze. I screamed for her to stop. She told me to
scream all I wanted, that no one would hear. She told me she liked my screams,
that it told her the message was getting through. When she stopped I was hoarse
from yelling, and I was gasping for breath. I hurt so badly I couldn't think. I
was afraid of going into shock.
She came around to my front. "I told you mama would spank. Now, I hope you
understand that some people just want to be left alone."
"Where is Libby Mason?" I choked.
"Libby Mason is where she wants to be, and if you ask me again I'll add about
another twelve lashes or so. Your ass is pretty puffy and the skin might break
if I have to work you over some more. So take my advice. Go home. You don't know
what you are messing with...and the next time it could get rough."
Her answer told me everything I needed to know. They were hiding Libby and she
was important to them. Anna wasn't that smart. Up to then I was ready to believe
this was all about helping Christy the runaway. Now I knew better. I slumped in
my ropes and watched Anna stride off through the woods.
It took me a long time working my wrists in the ropes, but I finally freed
myself. I had trouble putting on my clothes as my backside was a swollen mass of
pain. A path led from the clearing and about a half mile later it emerged on a
hard road. My car was parked with the keys in it. That surprised me. After
kidnapping, assault, and battery, what's a little grand theft auto? I surmised
that they were confident that their "message" had been delivered.
"This is insanity. You won't get away with this." I was almost shouting now, but
there was no one there to hear me.
