During her junior year in college, Carolyn visited her best friend Carla’s house during fall break. She and Carla were doubles partners on their college tennis team and had become best friends. Carla’s mother was out of town on business and her father had passed away a couple of years ago so she figured Carla would enjoy having some company over break. They would also have the house to themselves, so even better.
After hitting some balls on a practice court, the girls went back to Carla’s house to make peach daiquiris. While they were relaxing and enjoying their drinks, Carolyn noticed several cardboard boxes stacked up in the room. “What’s all this?” she inquired. “Oh, that’s some of dad’s old stuff. Mom couldn’t bring herself to part with any of it after his death and now she’s going through the boxes and getting rid of some clutter.” “Well good for her,” said Carolyn. “It’s time for her to start letting go.”
After the second daiquiri, Carolyn asked “Do you know what’s in all these boxes?” “I’m not sure,” said Carla, “but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to snoop. Mom’s not here.” They removed the lid from the box on top and started digging through it. Beneath some clothing they discovered a paddle. “What’s this?” asked Carolyn. “Oh, I guess that’s dad’s fraternity paddle.” “Wow,” Carolyn mused, “I wonder if they really got paddled with these things.” “I’m sure they did,” replied Carla. “Remember, it was in the 70’s before all the anti-hazing nonsense was being enforced.”
Carolyn picked up the paddle to get a closer look. It was about 2 feet long, 4 inches wide, and ½ inch thick. She had never been spanked as a child and had always wondered it felt like. “I wonder how much it hurts” she said. “It can’t be too bad, they all survived,” Carla laughed. “Why do you ask, do you want to find out?” “Well, only if you do” Carolyn replied in a suddenly serious tone. The girls were very competitive and she was sensing a daiquiri-induced challenge ahead.
Carla took the bait. “I’ll tell you what, how about a little contest?” “A contest? What kind of contest?” “Well, let’s see who can take the most swats. Oh, and I suppose there should be a penalty for the loser.” Both girls were still wearing their tennis shorts and wouldn’t have much protection against the hard wood, but Carolyn figured neither of them would last more than a couple of swats so it shouldn’t be too big of a deal. They were close friends and probably wouldn’t hit each other very hard anyway.
“You’re on,” said Carolyn. “So how should we make this work?” She was feeling a little tipsy and the thought of a paddle challenge was actually starting to sound kind of appealing. “How about this?” suggested Carla. “We will each take swats over our shorts, I will volunteer to go first. When I say ‘enough’ I am done and it will be your turn. After we both surrender, the loser will take three swats, bare bottom, in the morning.” “Wow,” thought Carolyn, “she isn’t messing around.” She was suddenly more than a bit nervous, but found herself saying “I’m game if you are.”
Carla picked up the paddle and handed it to Carolyn. “I’m not going to go easy on you, so you might as well know that up front,” she said. With that, Carla went over to the dining room table and bent over with her elbows resting on the table. Carolyn watched as the thin nylon shorts stretched tightly over Carla’s bottom. She was able to distinguish the globes underneath and thought, “Wow, this will won’t really be much different from bare.”
Carolyn took a moment to gaze at Carla’s bottom, tapped the paddle against it, and said Are you ready?” “Yes.” Carla’s message about not taking it easy registered fully with Carolyn and she took a breath. She drew the paddle back and then delivered a full-force forehand. WHACK! Carla didn’t budge. Carolyn waited for a few seconds, but still no reaction, so she took aim again and delivered the second swat. WHACK! Again, no reaction from Carla. “Wow!” thought Carolyn, “She is one tough cookie. What have I gotten myself into?”
WHACK! She delivered the third swat and heard Carla mutter a muffled “uuh” sound. Without waiting, she delivered the fourth swat, WHACK ! and her friend gave a little shriek. “Ok, she’s about done,” thought Carolyn. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.” WHACK! Number five. Carla cried out but remained in position. WHACK! Number six - another scream, but still no movement. Carolyn was starting to get scared. WHACK! After number seven, Carolyn noticed her friend’s legs were trembling, and she could hear some soft sobbing sounds. WHACK! “Enough!” screamed Carla as she jumped up, grabbed her bottom and massaged it furiously.
Carolyn was wondering what to do next. She watched as Carla slowly returned to her position over the table and continued to tremble and sob for a few minutes. When she finally got up and turned around, Carolyn could see the tear streaks on her face. “Wow,” said Carla. “That was really rough. But it’s your turn now,” she grinned.
Carolyn was scared. She had not expected her friend to last through eight swats and the realization that she would have to endure nine to avoid the penalty was daunting. Carolyn handed the paddle to Carla and assumed her position over the table. Her head was buzzing when an idea came to her – she would just take one swat and then give in. The thin shorts don’t protect much anyway and she rationalized that four swats would be more bearable than eight, even if three were to be delivered bare bottom the next morning.
While she was still thinking through the plan, Carolyn felt Carla place the paddle against her bottom. The ensuing pause seemed to last forever, then a loud WHACK! The immediate searing pain caused Carolyn to stand up and jerk her head back, screaming “Oh my GOD!” While trying to process the intensity, she almost forgot about her plan but just as she was starting to bend over the table again, she turned said “Enough!” “What?” shouted Carla. “What the hell?” “Well,” said Carolyn, “we didn’t establish any rules for the game so I am quitting now.” “You’re a conniving little bitch” Carla growled. “Well, I didn’t plan it this way, but it appears to be the best course of action at the moment” replied Carolyn, trying to fight back the tears that were still trying to well up. “Yeah, ok, we will see,” retorted Carla.
The next morning, Carolyn slept in. The daiquiris had zonked her and she took the opportunity to enjoy some much-needed rest after a stressful exam schedule. When she awoke, she felt some discomfort, kind of like sunburn and got up to check out her bottom in the mirror. There was a rectangular-shaped red splotchy patch where the paddle had landed. It didn’t look terrible but it was somewhat tender to the touch. She brushed her teeth, put on her robe, and went downstairs.
Carla was sitting at the dining room table, smiling, and greeted her: “Good morning sweetie.” Carolyn thought it was strange because Carla had never caller by that name before. Her demeanor had certainly changed since the night before and Carolyn started thinking maybe the penalty swats wouldn’t be too bad. “Sit down,” said Carla. “I have something to show you.” While Carolyn took a seat, Carla reached under the table and pulled out the paddle they had used the night before. It had holes in it! “What the hell is this?” Carolyn demanded. “That’s not fair.” “Well, it’s like you said,” her friend responded. “We didn’t set any rules, did we?” Carla had taken the paddle to the garage while Carolyn was sleeping and drilled the holes.
Carolyn knew she had been had. “Can I see it please?” she asked timidly. She took the paddle and examined it. There were eight holes about 1/2” in diameter and the edges of the holes had not been sanded at all. “Holy shit,” she thought. “What have I gotten myself into?” But she knew there was no way out and she handed the paddle back to Carla. “Ok, let’s get it over with then.”
“We will,” said Carla, “but first there is something I want you to see.” Carla stood up, turned around, pulled her shorts and panties down, and bent over. Her bottom was a mass of deep red patches and purple bruises. Carolyn looked down at the chair Carla had been sitting on and saw a pillow there. “I wanted you to see the damage,” said Carla, “so you will understand why I am going to give you the hardest licks I possibly can. It’s what you get for cheating.”
Carolyn had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she removed her robe, bent over the table, and slid her panties down. “Your bottom looks nothing like mine,” laughed Carla, “but I am getting ready to fix that.” Carla laid the wood against Carolyn’s bare bottom and drew it back. WHACK! “Aieee!” Carolyn let out a loud scream. The single whack the night before had hurt, but it was nothing compared with this. The paddle with holes delivered on bare skin was sheer agony. As the pain continued to build, she felt her tears welling up. “OMG,” she thought, “I can’t possibly stand two more like that.”
Carla didn’t give her much time to think about it. WHACK! This one was even worse than the first, if such a thing was possible and Carolyn shrieked so loudly Carla was worried the neighbors might hear. Just as the pain was building to its peak, the last swat landed. WHACK! Carolyn’s knees gave way and she collapsed, rolling around on the floor, desperately rubbing her burning bottom, and blubbering unashamedly. She lay on the floor for several minutes, sobbing, and trying to process the burning sensation that seemed like it would never end.
After what seemed like an eternity, she managed to get up. She half-limped to the bathroom so she could inspect the damage to her bottom. The mirror revealed bright red marks and darker areas that were already starting to turn purple. What really caught her attention were the marks left by the holes in the paddle. The outside edges of the 1/2 circles were deep crimson in color, while the centers were more of a whitish color and had slightly mushroomed up. She drew her finger across one of them and winced.
After a few minutes, Carolyn returned to the dining room where Carla was sitting with a smirk on her face. “So, what did you think of that?” “I think you know” replied Carolyn. “It was absolutely horrible and it’s still hurting more than I could have ever imagined.” Carla laughed. “I have a little secret to share with you,” she said. “I am in a disciplinary relationship with my boyfriend. He spanks me frequently, and sometimes quite severely. That’s why I was able to withstand those eight swats last night. It’s not that they didn’t hurt like Holy Hell, it’s just that I have learned how to process that kind of pain.”
“Damn it,” said Carolyn, “it looks you like are the one who tricked me.” “Perhaps,” said Carla, “but I’m going to make it up to you. I am going to let you have one revenge whack with that paddle.”
Carolyn couldn’t believe her ears. How could her friend even think about accepting a revenge swat with her bottom in the condition it was in? “C’mon let’s get this over with before I change my mind,” said Carla. With that, she bent over the table and pulled down her panties. Carolyn found herself staring at the red and purple mess in front of her, thinking her friend must be crazy. But her own bottom was still on fire and she was ready to give it her best effort.
As Carolyn got ready to deliver the swat, a weird feeling started to come over her. She had never thought of herself as a Sadist before, but despite the condition of Carla’s bottom, she was starting to feel tingly about delivering this swat with maximum force. She took a moment to gaze at her friend’s bruised bottom, drew the paddle back and…WHACK! Carla jumped up and her hands flew to her bottom, rubbing furiously. She was making mewing sounds like a kitten in distress. Her face was scrunched up and Carolyn could see the tears welling up in her eyes.
After a brief awkward moment, Carla embraced her friend in a hug and whimpered “Oh God, it hurts so bad!” The two girls remained locked in a comforting embrace for the next minute or so, their bottoms both on fire. Carolyn was thinking how fortunate she was to have a friend who she could share something like this with. As crazy as it had seemed, and as much as it had hurt, somehow she couldn’t avoid thinking “it will probably be worse the next time.”
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