Chapter 10
Hester was able to come down to dinner that evening, and she had soaked her face in enough cold water and used Murine in her eyes so as to hide much of the telltale puffiness and redness. Eleanor had thoughtfully placed a soft cushion on Hester's chair, and she had kept her word; she didn't breathe a word to Arthur when he seated himself at the dinner table.
However, when the two girls had finally gone to bed and Eleanor and Arthur were alone in their own bedroom, Hester's father turned to his beautiful brown-haired wife and said, "I have the feeling that Hester met her Waterloo this afternoon. Am I right?"
"Darling," Eleanor laughed softly as she came towards him in her filmy nightgown, "I really promised the girl I wouldn't sad a word about it."
"Okay, then don't, just let me guess. You can nod your head and confirm my suspicions, can't you?"
She gave him a saucy wink and then nodded.
"Good! Now, did I guess right when I thought after the first look I gave Hester at the dinner table tonight, that she had got a good sound spanking?"
Eleanor nodded.
"Great! And I'm also sure that I am guessing right when I say that you spanked her every bit as hard as you would Betty!"
Again Eleanor nodded.
"But I'll bet she took some handling," Arthur chuckled with a wink of his own. "I'll bet you had to threaten her with my taking a hand if she didn't submit. I'll bet I'm right about that too?"
Eleanor Hadley nodded again. Then she circled him with her arms and rubbed her cunt against his crotch. "And that's enough guessing, young man." she murmured. "Let's do something about our own emotional life. I made her a promise and I'm going to keep it and that's all I'm going to tell you. If you feel like spanking me because of that, go right ahead."
"You know, you've just given me a wonderful idea," Arthur Hadley murmured thickly as his hands began to squeeze and massage Eleanor's voluptuous buttocks. "Come here, young lady!"
He took her by the hand and led her to a armchair. Eleanor began to be very frightened, her eyes very wide, her mouth open. But the agitated rise and fall of her juicy breasts indicated that she was far from being as apprehensive as she feigned. Over his lap she went, and with his own trembling hands he lifted her nightie over her hips, disclosing the temptingly upthrust hillocks of her milky bottom. He put his left palm on the small of her back, and his right palm hesitantly glided over the warm, quivering naked flesh.
"I can see I'm in the hands of a novice," Eleanor whispered, her cunt already moistenening....
When Hester came home that Friday afternoon from college, she had the misfortune to be smitten with another impulse at horseplay with her younger stepsister. Upstairs in Betty's room, that golden-haired miss was straightening her bed when Hester slipped up behind her and smacked her soundly on her bottom. Whirling around with a cry, Betty pushed Hester and Hester pushed her back, and the next thing they knew they were swinging at each other with pillows.
They grew so vehement and enthusiastic over this new sport, that the pillowslips were torn and the stuffings flying all over the room when suddenly the cold voice of reason and retribution broke in upon their game: "Well, now, is this the way a college student and a senior high-school girl behave?"
Hester and Betty gulped, turned and stared at Eleanor Hadley. It was all the latter could do to keep from showing them a twinkle in her eyes, as she pursued: "I see that both of you are to blame, so both of you will come to my room at once."
"Yes, Mother," Hester stammered, and then, taking a deep breath, she added, "It was really my fault-I started it, Mother-I came in here and slapped her. I think I'm the one that ought to be punished not Betty."
Eleanor Hadley really did smile then and her eyes twinkled. "Good for you, dear," she said gently. "I'll take full consideration of that. But just the same, Betty is big enough and old enough by now to know that those pillow slips are very expensive and they weren't made to be ripped apart like that. Come along now, Betty, just because Hester is big enough to forgive you doesn't mean that I shall."
"I know, Mother," Betty giggled and then put her arm impulsively around Hester's waist, "I just thought that maybe-Mother, could you spank us both at the same time, Hes and me? I think we could both stand it a lot easier if you would."
And so, a few moments later, both Hester and Betty lay on Eleanor's bed, side by side holding hands, clad only in their bras, their panties drawn to their knees, with the door thoughtfully closed, while Eleanor Hadley applied the strap first to Hester's tawny-skinned bottom then to Betty's pink-sheened plumper one.
She gave each of them twenty-five strokes, and both girls were crying softly by the time the last lash fell over their quivering naked reddened posteriors.
"Now, my dears, my own daughters," she said tenderly, "come over to me, each of you, and give me the kiss of peace."
They scrambled down from the bed, and, still holding hands as they had done during their punishment, walked towards Eleanor in the straight-backed chair. And it was Hester who, forgetting entirely she was a college student and all of eighteen, first plumped herself down on Eleanor's lap and without the least self-consciousness over her almost nakedness flung her arms around the dominatress's neck and kissed her and hugged her passionately.
And these were truly happy tears!
Later, that scene caused Betty a problem. Since Hester at eighteen had in such remarkably short order accepted the ignominy of corporal discipline and even displayed affectionate submission towards Eleanor's application of it, she in turn should display the same fortitude when it came to submitting to a father's correctional demonstration which would signify his full acceptance of her as a daughter on the same terms as his own, Hester.
And so, during the last week of October, Betty mulled this problem over in her mind and at last decided to make a gesture of heroic self-sacrifice, not unlike the one in which she had willingly tendered her bare soft bottom to the wicked, noisy sting of Louise Gilmore's leather sole for the purpose of involving her stepsister in the emotional crisis of compassion and solicitude which follow a sound spanking.
Timidly and blushingly, she broached this idea first to her own mother on a Thursday evening while Arthur Hadley and Hester were out shopping at the supermart in the mall, knocking hesitantly at her mother's bedroom door as the latter was enjoying the leisure of a cigarette and a new Book-of-the-Month-Club novel while lounging on her bed in her green satin negligee.
"Come in, baby." Eleanor laid down her book, put her cigarette on the ashtray beside the bed, and beckoned to her daughter. "Something on your mind?"
"Uh huh, M-Mother."
"Fine. I've wanted to have a little chat with my precious too. First, I'm just delighted as I can be over the way you and Hester are get ting along. Things are going so much more smoothly, don't you feel that too, baby?"
Betty had seated herself on the edge of the bed, her face serious, eyes downcast. "Uh-uh huh, sure, Mother. I-I do like Hes lots, now she's not so stuckup. And she seems to have lots of friends over at college, doesn't she?"
"Of course. It just needed a little doing, that was all. Someone to show her she belonged, baby."
"And she-well, that time we were horsing around with the pillows, Mother-she was real brave about speaking up and saying I wasn't the naughty one, wasn't she?"
Eleanor reached up, cupped Betty's chin and lifted the girl's rosy face, stared at her levelly, a tender smile on her lips: "What's really on your mind, sweetheart? You can trust me, you know."
"Well, it's-you know, when you told me at Malibu you were going to marry Uncle Arthur, I was sort of scared. You know, mother."
Eleanor tried to keep from smiling. "Yes, I do, baby. You thought maybe he was going to start right in paddling you when you were naughty, didn't you?"
Now the girl's blushes were furious and she lowered her eyes: "Uh h-huh. I-I think I ought to start calling him 'Daddy'-that is, if you don't think he'd mind, Mummy?"
"Of course not, my precious!" Eleanor drew Betty to her, cuddled her and kised her lovingly. "He'd like nothing better, I can tell you that."
"And maybe-well, I was thinking-" Betty quavered, then hesitated.
"Yes, precious?" Eleanor patted her daughter's blushing cheek affectionately.
"Well, if-if he is to be my father, well, then, I mean, maybe he ought to-to p-punish me the next time I-I'm naughty, M-Mummy. That way, he'll know I-I want him to be my daddy. Do you think that's so, M-Mummy?"
"You know something, precious?" Eleanor's voice was husky with love as she drew the quivering, blushing young blonde to her bosom and tenderly kissed the top of that lovely golden head, "I think you've grown up an awful lot ever since Malibu, that's what I think. And now, you know something else? I feel sort of hungry, even after the nice supper we had. Seems to me there's still a pint of that peach ice cream in the refrig. Why don't you go down and get it and we'll split it, over a piece of that fresh pound cake Jennie baked?"
"Ohh, Mummy, I just love you so!" Betty gasped, her eyes misty, as she hugged and kissed the brown-haired dominatress, then hurried from the room....
Having thus courageously decided to brook her new father's wrath and submit herself to the as yet unknown quantity of his castigatory retaliation, Betty also decided to take Hester into her confidence. "You have to promise on your honor yqu won't say a word to Unc-I mean, D-Daddy," she stammered.
"Why, of course I won't, Betty honey." Hester was staring at herself in the mirror over her dresser, and this time with pleasure. The acne which had plagued her for so long was beginning to disappear. Maybe it was having friends and being accepted by others, she thought to herself. Maybe-then she blushed as the new thought came to her-maybe it was just as Mother had said, spankings would help clear up her complexion by ridding her of her mixed-up emotions and fears and holding back of herself.
"All right then," Betty declared with a sudden bravado. "I-I'm going to make Daddy spank me, that's what."
"You're what, Betty?" Hester gasped, wide-eyed.
"Uh huh!" Betty couldn't help blushing furiously all over again, but she held her head high and went right on, quickly, before her courage ran out: "You see, Hes, I figure that it was an awful problem for you to accept being punished when you were naughty, specially as you'd never been before, and it was worse because it was Mother instead of Daddy who did it. Well, if you could take it-and you did that time we played around with the pillows-then I figure I can too. And I want your father to be mine too-oh, shucks, Hes, you know what I'm trying to say!"
"Sure I do, Betty!" Hester smiled eagerly as she went to give her younger stepsister a big hug and kiss, "and I think you're absolutely aces! I mean, you're the nicest sister a girl could ever have."
"Then you won't breathe a word to him? I mean, I-well, I've got to think up something naughty to do-not too naughty, 'course, 'cause I know Mother wouldn't like that at all. And-and I want to do it as soon as I can so I can have it over with and then we can all be one family-you know what I mean!" Betty finished breathlessly. When she left Hester's room the auburn-haired girl, who had begun to comb out her hair and wore it in an attractive pageboy instead of the former dowdy bun, stared after her thoughtfully for a long moment. Then she giggled and said to herself, "Well, Hes, you're not going to let your younger sister show you up, are you?"
It was Friday evening, and Arthur Hadley was in the living room with a stack of typed pages on the table beside him, going over the reports he had dictated to his secretary. Next week, he'd told Eleanor at the dinner table, he was going to be in Ventura to work out an efficiency program for a marine building firm, the first really lucrative contract that had come his way since he had opened his own office when moving to Claremont. Eleanor was on the couch, knitting a sweater for Hester, glancing at her handsome husband every so often with love and pride. Hester and Betty were out in the kitchen, having insisted on helping Jennie with the dishes.
All of a sudden there was a crash, followed by a girlish giggle, and then a second crash, followed by Jennie's excited cry: "Now I tol' you two gals not to play games with demdere dishes, now you jist see wut you's done, you two!"
"What in the world?' Eleanor exclaimed as she laid down the sweater and rose. "Arthur, did you hear that?"
"I certainly did!" He took off his reading glasses, laid down the report he'd been reading, and got. up from his comfortable armchair. "We better investigate, I'd say."
When the two reached the kitchen, Jennie was wringing her hands and shaking her head in dismay while Hester and Betty stood side by side, serenely composed. On the floor lay the shattered remains of two dinner plates and a cup and saucer.
"What happened?" Eleanor demanded. "Oh my-my best plates, too! How could you girls have been so careless?'
"They wuz playing wut dey called a jugglin' game, Miz Hadley," Jennie indignantly spoke up, wanting to assure her employers that she had had no hand in this disaster.
"I broke the plates, Daddy," Betty turned to face her stepfather, wide-eyed innocence and a sweet smile registered on her lovely heart-shaped face.
"And I broke the cup and saucer, Mother," Hester spoke up, not to be outdone.
"I think, young lady," Eleanor stared hard at her guileless-looking blonde daughter, "you were the ringleader in this disgraceful little stunt. Up to bed with you and prepare at once! And you, Hester, you're certainly old enough not to encourage your sister!"
"I wanted to juggle too, Mother," Hester blithely retorted with a saucy tilt of her head.
"Did you now, Hester?" Her father irascibly glowered at her. "Well, young lady, since you've already discovered what a spanking is like, let's just see if another one will make you less flippant. Up to your room this minute!"
Eleanor glanced at her husband and imperceptibly shook her head. But before he could catch on, Betty spoke up valiantly: "Daddy, II think you ought to give me my spanking this time instead of Mother. After all, those plates were part of the set you had shipped here, weren't they?"
"Come to think of it, you're right, young lady," he exclaimed. "So you want me to spank you, do you, Betty?"
"Y-yes, D-Daddy."
"I may as well tell you in advance, Betty, that I agree with your mother's methods, and you needn't expect leniency from me. Is that understood?"
"Uh-huh, D-Daddy," Betty stammered, her cheeks a becoming crimson with blushes of emotion.
"Very well then, come with me, Betty," Arthur Hadley sternly decided, and grasped Betty by the wrist and led her back into the living room. Hester faced her stepmother bravely: "You'll be the one to punish me then, won't you, Mother?" she asked.
"Correct! Jennie, get me the martinet from the pantry. Since you're expected to set your sister a good example, Hester, a simple handspanking will hardly suffice. Thank you, Jennie," this as the colored maid handed Eleanor the multiple-thonged little whip with its short wooden handle. "All right, Hester, into the living room with you at once, young lady!"
Hester, head bravely held high, preceded her stepmother into the living room. There she saw Arthur Hadley already seated on the couch, golden-haired Betty draped across his lap, pillowing her head in her folded arms, her skirt and nylon petticoat trussed well above her waist, and her filmy white panties trussed down to her nylon-sheathed calves, in the act of tucking in her waist with his left arm.
"Wait a bit, Arthur," Eleanor smilingly interposed, "let's spank the girls together, so they'll feel they're sharing the penalty for their simultaneous misdeeds. Hester, kneel down on that armchair, pull up your skirt and slip, bend well over the back of the chair!"
"Y-yes, Mother!" The auburn-haired girl did not hesitate as she moved to the armchair, pull up your skirt and slip, bend well over the back of the chair!"
"Y-yes, Mother!" The auburn-haired girl did not hesitate as she moved to the armchair, pulling up her clothes as she approached; she dutifully knelt down, leaned over the back as Eleanor, the martinet tucked under her left arm, approached and ordered, "You hold up your clothes during the spanking, Hester! And take care not to let them fall back down over your naughty bottom unless you want ten extra spanks!"
"I-I win, Mother," Hester sighed, a little uneasy now that the moment of truth was at hand, for the martinet was ominously new to her.
Deftly Eleanor tugged down Hester's panties to the girl's knees, exposing the plump, twitching and contracting tawny-sheened ovals of that well developed, voluptuous naked behind; then, taking the martinet in her right hand, she stationed herself to the penitent's left, and, glancing over at her husband, exclaimed, "Now, then, Arthur!"
Instantly, Arthur Hadley's right palm fell with a sonorous smack on the upturned right bottomsummit of his young golden-haired stepdaughter's naked behind. Betty raised her head, her blue eyes widening with surprise at the emphatic sting of this very first spank. And she began to tell herself that from now on, this was the very last spanking from him she was going to go out of her way to get.
At the same moment, Eleanor Hadley swept the leather thongs of the martinet solidly across the plumpest, most temptingly jutting curves of Hester's naked posterior, and the whistling smack drew a startled gasp from the auburn-haired culprit, who squirmed on her knees, and glanced apprehensively round at her beautiful executioner.
Smack! Arthur Hadley's castigating palm flattened over the jouncy summit of Betty's left bottomcheek. "Oooohh, Daddy!" Betty gasped, surprised at her own lack of stoicism this early in the chastisement. Two bright pink outlines of his hand had at once risen, superimposing over the smooth soft babypink tint of the blonde culprit's naked seat.
Hisss-thuckkk! The martinet's thongs serpentined through the air, clingg avidly to the lower summits of Hester's shivering naked be hind. The auburn-haired girl gasped, "Ohh, M-Mother!", looked round nervously, then squirmed feverishly on her knees, her fingers clutching her uptrussed garments still higher. The vivid streaks left by the thongs stood out lasciviously on the pale tawny sheen of her twitching naked hindquarters.
And thus in the Hadley living room, Betty and Hester shared a sisterly spanking as part of the secret, warmhearted pact the two girls had made; for when Betty had whispered out in the kitchen that she meant to break a dish or two and get Hester's father to inflict her first spanking as his new daughter, Hester, not to be outdone, purposely smashed the cup and saucer to offer herself up as a willing martyr to her new mother's loving chastisement--- When it was over, Betty was kicking and sobbing, begging her father to stop, avowing with a fervent sincerity that could not be questioned that she would never be careless again. Fifty good spanks had left her tender round bottomglobes a blazing scarlet, and as he drew her panties up over her inflamed posterior and slowly righted her on her feet-and kissed her, he murmured, "I'm sorry I spanked so hard, honey." But Betty flung her arms round his neck and in an outburst of love and furiously roused, subtle girlish passion, sobbingly declared, "I deserved it, Daddy, I was awfully naughty! Th-thank you for-for spanking me so good, and I won't ever do it again, honest!"
A similar tender scene of reconciliation was taking place as Hester, her bottom and thighs striped by fifty expertly applied strokes of the little martinet, gingerly eased herself down from the chair, to have her panties pulled up by her smiling, misty eyed stepmother-who had divined Hester's heroic act of self-sacrifice-and to be tenderly hugged and kissed and gently scolded over being so careless....
Not long afterwards, Arthur and Eleanor lay entwined, his cock buried to the hilt inside her pulsating quim, their tongues flicking in the sweet duel of carnal conclave, and he panted, "You know, Ellie, I've a hunch your daughter broke those plates on purpose."
"Umm hmmmm-and you know something else, lover? Your daughter did the same with that cup and saucer."
"Well, well," Arthur Hadley mused, "if anyone would have told me six months ago that Hester would willingly go out of her way to get a bare-bottom tanning, I'd have considered him a candidate for the looney bin."
"And if anyone had told me that my sober sides of a husband would have got such a kick out of spanking my poor little darling Betty's bare seat, I'd have laughed in his face." Eleanor slyly whispered as she insistently squirmed under him. "Ohh, honey, I know it made you randy-take it out on me-give it all to me-oh, Arthur lover-don't spare me, fuck me good and hard-ohh darling!"
And in Hester's room, the door locked as a precaution, Betty and Hester lay in bed together in the darkness, kissing and cuddling, having each soothed the other's burning, inflamed seat with cold compresses and cold cream. And out of that unison which was brought about by happy tears, perhaps it was not at all surprising that the golden-haired and the auburn-haired "sacrificial spankees" should seek an even more intimate solace with questing fingers and soon, the shivering, frictioning warm satin of their eager naked bodies.
But that, of course, is another story!