For minutes after her punishment had ended Beatrice, her trembling body
awash with pain, continued to weep uncontrollably.    Slowly it came to her
that the terrible spanking had stopped and that Mr Montfort was softly
stroking her bottom.   She knew she was still wet and that he could probably
see that.    Furthermore the feeling of Mr Montfort's cool fingers on her
crimson cheeks, together with the comfort of lying pressed to Mrs Montfort's
fragrant breasts, was taking the pain away and turning it instead into the most
pleasureable haze of peaceful desire she could imagine.

She wanted to lie there forever but she became aware that she shouldn't be
selfish.   Though she was still sobbing a little she gingerly put her hands on
Mr Montfort's knees and got to her feet.    Her legs were shaking pitifully
and she was aware that they could see her sweet wet pussy but it didn't
matter now.   They loved her so it was alright.

"Th ... thank you ...  Mr and Mrs Montfort ... for ... for my spanking."   

She was crying again and Virginia quickly got off her knees and gave her a
long soft hug.

"Beatrice, you must stay with us tonight.   We'll find night things and you can
sleep with Sami in her bed.   Will you?"

Beatrice was so grateful to this beautiful woman that she could only nod and
cry more.
She bent down and pulled up her knickers, flinching as they rubbed on her
tender bottom and thighs.   Then she went and crouched - since she didn't
dare sit - by Sami who cuddled her while she wept.

"Now," said Mr Montford.   "Clarissa.    Smoking."

Clarissa looked up, startled.   Until now she had sat quietly and complacently
taking all this in, knowing that she had nothing to fear this evening.

"No, Dad.   That was Sami."

Mr Montford was obviously confused.  He looked from one daughter to the
other.

"Is that right?"

"Yes, Dad," said Clarissa and it was obvious from Sami's gloomy silence that
it was.

"But there was something involving you, wasn't there?"

"No," Clarissa shook her head.   "It was Sami."

"Yes, I'm sure there was.   Wasn't there something, Virginia?"

"If there was I think Clarissa ought to tell us herself."

"There wasn't anything.   Sami was smoking.   I haven't done anything."   

A note of panic was creeping into Clarissa's voice.

"Yes," exclaimed Mr Montfort.   "I know what it was - didn't you break that
glass golfing trophy of mine?"

Clarissa was silent.

"Yes, you did.   It was sheer temper and we said you'd be punished, didn't
we?"

"But ..." Clarissa began.    "It wasn't my fault - Sami made me ..."

"You knew, didn't you?" said Mr Montfort, frowning.   "You knew what it
was all the time.   And now you're blaming your sister.   Clarissa, that's so
disappointing.    First you lie with your silence and then your try to shift the
blame.   That's not how we are here.   And that when you've just seen
Beatrice taking her punishment so bravely."

Clarissa cringed and dropped her gaze.    Suddenly she couldn't look her
parents in the eye.   She knew she had let them down and she felt ashamed of
herself.

"Clarissa, I think this should be the strap ... don't you?"

She glanced at him in silent appeal, her bottom lip trembling, but Mr
Montfort had decided.

"Go and fetch it from the drawer".

Clarissa stood up and went reluctantly to the dresser.   Beatrice see tiny sobs
already shaking her shoulders.   Sami was clutching her, full of horrified
excitement, and Beatrice could feel the same sensation growing in her own
stomach.

Virginia hadn't spoken all this time but now she looked over at Sami.   
Beatrice was amazed at how serene she looked in the midst of all this.    She
smiled and there was such kindness in her voice.

"Sami, perhaps you could take Beatrice upstairs to find a nightie.    Give her
one of yours from your cupboard."

Sami and Beatrice crept away, looking over their shoulders.    Clarissa came
back into the centre of the room carrying a short leather strap.   It was a
strange thing.   It didn't bend like an ordinary strap but was quite thick and
stiff.    It made Beatrice shiver.   The idea of it across tender flesh was
something she didn't even want to think about.  When they were safely in the
hall she whispered to Sami.

"Will he use that on Clarissa?"

Sami stopped.   She put a finger to her lips then took Beatrice' hand.    They
crept back and peeped through the half-open door just in time to see Clarissa
pulling up her black pleated skirt.     She was standing sideways on to Mr
Montford with her legs very straight and they could clearly see the tearful
apprehension on her face.    She shuffled her little yellow panties down and
Beatrice was quite surprized at how oddly flamboyant they looked compared
to the rest of her rather dour clothes.    When she had lowered them nearly to
her knees she stayed bent over but gave a quick nervous glance at her father.  
Perhaps she hoped he might have forgiven her but clearly he hadn't.   
Unhappily she raised the back of her skirt to her waist, gathering it in her
fingers, then she waited tensely for the inevitable.

Beatrice felt Sami clenching her hand and when Edward raised the strap
behind Clarissa she nearly cried out with the tightness of Sami's grip.   
Edward was disappointed in his eldest daughter's behaviour and he wasted no
time letting her know about it.   The little strap seemed to make only a short
journey before it disappeared from Beatrice' view but the sound was
explosive.   Beatrice only just had time to see Clarissa's eyes spring wide
open with shock and terror before Sami dragged her away.  Behind them she
could hear Clarissa already beginning to cry but the sound quickly died away
as they ran upstairs to Sami's room.

Sami was in a very nervous state.  Frantically she rumaged through her
cupboard until she found a white cotton nightdress which she took out and
held to her cheek.

"This is my favourite one," she said.   "Will you wear it?"

Beatrice smiled and took the nightdress from Sami.    She didn't even mind
getting undressed in front of her.   It occurred to her that it meant a lot
to this
fifteen year old to have an older girl as her friend.   It was very reassurring
that Sami felt that way even though she had just seen this same older girl
crying and squealing like a five year old.    Since Sami still respected her she
hoped that the rest of the family, including Mr Montfort, would feel the same
way.

Suddenly her eyes filled with tears again.    It was all so much to take in so
quickly and, since she had taken her knickers off, her bottom was burning
like anything.    Sami sat down on the bed and held out her arms.   Beatrice
went to her and knelt on the floor.   She put her head in Sami's lap and cried
quietly.   Sami stroked and rocked her and it felt so loving.   She could feel
her breasts pressing on Sami's thigh and, after a few moments she could feel
her pussy getting moist all over again.    She couldn't understand why she had
these feelings - it was the last thing she would have expected.

Sami murmured:  "We better go down, I think."

Beatrice opened her eyes with sudden realisation.

"Oh, Sami.   Will you be spanked as well?"

Now Sami's eyes were watery.   She nodded and took Beatrice' hand.

"Would you rather I didn't watch?   D'you want me to stay here?"

Sami didn't speak but shook her head and tugged on Beatrice' hand.   
Together they crossed the landing and crept downstairs.    Clarissa was
crying like a baby;  her long twisted wails punctuated by desperate squeals
everytime the little strap stung her legs.    Sami stopped just outside the
door.   
Instinctively she put her hands to her bottom in anticipation.    Beatrice
helped her to rub her bottom and warm it up and Sami gratefully gave her a
kiss.

Inside the room she saw Clarissa, still standing with her panties down,
receiving her last two strokes.   She couldn't keep her bottom and her legs
still, but in spite of her jumping and squirming, she took her punishment
bravely.   She didn't try to cover herself or turn away although her body
trembled pitifully.  

Watching, Beatrice felt an overwhelming desire to touch herself.    She
couldn't understand it but now she had to admit how erotic she found it even
when her own spanking had hurt so much.    Remembering the humiliation of
it and seeing Clarissa suffering the same she couldn't resist giving her sex a
little brush with her free hand while continuing to rub Sami's bottom for
her.   
Sami glanced around in the semi-darkness and Beatrice was sure she had
seen it but Sami just gave her a quick sweet smile and they kissed each other
before entering the room.

Clarissa glanced at them slightly resentfully when they came in.   She was
weeping as she gingerly straightened up.   Pulling up her panties made her
cry out, reminding Beatrice of the feeling when she had had to do the same.  
Still crying she went to her mother who gave her a long hug.

"Goodnight, Mummy," Clarissa said through her tears.   Virginia gave her
over to her father who kissed her.   They looked into each others eyes for a
moment and then Clarissa, still sobbing, quietly left the room.   There was a
silence after she had gone.   Mr and Mrs Montfort exchanged glances.

"Maybe I'll go and talk to her for a while - make sure she's alright."

He pulled himself out of his chair and, with a little rumple of Sami's hair, he
followed Clarissa upstairs.

"Well," said Virginia when he had gone.   She was looking at Beatrice.

"That's Sami's favourite.   She doesn't wear that when she knows she's in
trouble - she doesn't want it to have any unhappy memories."    She smiled
and her eyes sparkled.
"So she must like you a lot."

They all giggled and Sami clutched Beatrice' arm.   They were still standing
in the middle of the room but the atmosphere was so sweet now and soft
again that Beatrice was sure Sami would be forgiven.    She sort of hoped so
because she was not sure how she would cope with seeing Sami being hurt.

"Come on, both of you.   Sit over here."

They went and sat at Virginia's feet.    They laid their heads on her lap while
she stroked them both and talked in her low purring voice.

"Oh, Sami," she said with a sigh.   "Sami is such a beautiful girl, isn't she,
Beatrice?"  

Beatrice squeezed Virginia's knee and kissed Sami's hair to show she agreed.

"And she's good almost all the time,"  she went on - her voice soft and full of
love.

"But sometimes she does something I just can't let go.   Sami ... there are so
few things I don't want in your life.   I don't want you to hurt anyone else and
I don't want you to hurt yourself.   That's all really.   Smoking, my dear, will
hurt you.   You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"And you know that I don't want you to do it?"

"Yes."   

Beatrice could hear the slight note of shame creeping into Sami's reply.  
Virginia's voice dropped low now, almost to a whisper.

"Sami, I'm going to spank you - not so much to punish you.   But so that
you'll remember.   Okay?"

"Okay," Sami murmured.

"I know it won't be easy for you - a spanking is never easy.   But for this
time, my darling, because I think you understand, it will be just between you
and me - nothing else."

Sami raised her head and then realising what Virginia meant she hugged her
and taking her hand kissed the palm.   Then Beatrice understood too -
Virginia wouldn't spank her with the hairbrush or the strap but just with her
hand.    They hugged again and Virginia gave her a kiss.

"Come along now, my darling.   It's time you were both asleep".

Sami knelt up and gave Beatrice a funny misty-eyed smile.   She knew
Virginia would make her cry but at least in a smacking like this there could
be an expression of closeness between them where the hairbrush always
seemed so distant and angry.   She lifted the front of her nightdress, glanced
at Virginia again and then laid herself cautiously across her knees.   Virginia
moved her further across so that her bottom was pushed up and her hands
were on the floor.

"Beatrice, would you like to hold Sami steady as I did for you?   D'you
remember?"

Beatrice quickly knelt in front of Sami and lifted her so that her arms rested
on Beatrice' shoulders.     Her nightdress slipped sideways so that her breast
was exposed.   She glanced up at Virginia but Sami had already laid her head
on Beatrice' breast and Virginia's eyes were shining with the beauty of the
picture they made.   She smiled at Beatrice to tell her that everything was
perfect.

Virginia lifted the hem of Sami's nightdress and pushed the material up until
it was piled on her lower back like white icing.    Secretly she loved to spank
Sami and make her bottom glow.     It was beautifully formed and she loved
the round warm flesh quivering under her hands.    Too soon Sami would
grow up and it would be over but for now there was such closeness and trust
between them.

For a moment she stroked her daughter's soft buttocks and Beatrice heard a
quiet moan escape from deep in Sami's awakened body.    She watched
Virginia raise her hand and felt Sami tense, knowing what would come next.   
For a moment nothing did, then quite suddenly Virginia brought her hand
down with a sharp slap on Sami's bottom.     Sami smothered her cry but,
from her shuddering gasp, Beatrice knew she had felt the sting of it.   
Virginia did not appear to apply much effort but she obviously had hidden
strength because there was no doubt she was furiously hurting her tearful
daughter.    Without haste Virginia slapped Sami all over her buttocks and
thighs.   From where she was Beatrice could only see the highest point of
Sami's bottom but what she could see was quickly crimson.    Within
moments Sami was gasping and twisting her body in agitation.    Soon she
began to wail out loud and Beatrice could feel hot teardrops between her
breasts.    She struggled to hold Sami who was growing frantic as Virginia's
relentless hand lit her quivering buttocks into little hills of flame.
Over and
over Beatrice kissed the tear-soaked terrified face, clutching and hugging
Sami to her now completely bare breasts and still Virginia spanked her
howling daughter without a pause.    Beatrice wanted to cry out and beg her
to stop but she didn't dare and anyway, by now, she was herself weeping
uncontrollably and couldn't speak.

Virginia rested, breathing heavily, with her hand on Sami's thigh.    

"Alright, Sami," she said.    "Three more and you go straight to bed.   We'll
talk about it in the morning.  Okay?"

"Yes ... Mum,"  Sami could hardly speak between her gasping sobs.

"And you too, Beatrice."

She didn't wait for Beatrice to reply but instead raised her hand.   Beatrice
just had time to see that she was shaking before she brought it down with a
massive smack.    This time there was real and visible force and it must have
hurt Sami terrribly.   She leapt, howling out loud and then broke into a most
miserable wail.    The shock of a second huge smack at the most tender part
at the top of her thigh almost tore her from Beatrice' arms.    Her crying was
becoming hysterical and she raised herself up to stare panic-stricken into
Beatrice' eyes as she waited for the third.    It came and was easily as
terrible
as she had expected.   This time, after the initial shock, she seemed to
dissolve into inconsolable grief.   She knew it was over.   All tension and
resistance vanished and she just cried.    

For a few moments Virginia held her and stroked her, kissing her back and
her head, then she took a deep breath and gave her a warning pat on the
bottom to remind her of the instruction they had both been given.    Sami
knew immediately what was meant.    She drew her shaking body off her
mother's knees and, with scarcely a glance to either side, she set off for the
stairs.   Beatrice looked at Virginia who, with a nod, sent her scurrying after
Sami.    Left alone, Virginia settled back in her chair with a sigh.   She would
let Beatrice console Sami.    Her hand would be sore for days but she was
not afraid to admit that a deep contentment was spreading through her belly.

When Beatrice reached the bedroom Sami was already buried deep under the
bedclothes, sobbing.   Beaatrice had been a little taken aback at being left to
find her own way and she slipped into bed beside Sami with some
trepidation.    It was as though her new friend wanted to be left alone all of a
sudden while Beatrice had thought their punishment was something they
would share.  For a few long minutes she lay on her back unsure of what to
do.   She could still feel the soreness from her own spanking and in any case
she didn't want to desert Sami by going to sleep.   In the next room she could
hear the low murmur of Mr Montfort talking to Clarissa.  She was glad there
was no problem between them.   She heard them laugh together before Mr
Montfort quietly left and went back downstairs.

"Beatrice," Sami's tearful voice whispered anxiously out of the darkness.

"Yes."

"Are you ashamed of me for making such a fuss?"

Tears welled up in Beatrice eyes and for a moment she couldn't answer.

"No, my darling ... I though you were ... so brave ... I just wanted to comfort
you ... Sami ... hold me."

They clutched each other and held on tight, crying into each others hair and
kissing each other over and over again.    Beatrice had never felt anything
like this - so close to another girl, their breasts pressed together, their legs
intertwined.    In her whole life nothing had ever made her feel so safe and so
well.    Their lips found each other and they kissed again, opening their
mouths and for the first time tasting each other's searching tongues.   It was
delightful but a little frightening and they stopped for a moment, each
uncertain whether the other had intended to go so far.   After a moment Sami
said:

""I want to see your bottom - it must be really red."

She reached out and put the light on.   Beatrice, feeling deliciously
compliant, turned over on her front and let the young girl lift her
nightdress to
look.

"Ooooh.   There are bruises."    She bent down to kiss and suck Beatrice'
crimson flesh.

"Look", she said and turned away, kneeling up and lifting her own
nightdress.   Beatrice turned over and gasped to see Sami's back and legs so
fiery red.   She ran her fingers over the raging flesh and the young girl
shivered.

"It stings", she said, turning back to Beatrice with a catch in her voice.
"But
it's okay."  

She smiled and her eyes were bright with tears.   Beatrice smiled back at her.

"Your eyes are so wet", she said, knowing that hers were too.   

Sami glanced at her.

"So's my ... pussy," she said.   She seemed almost to have taken herself by
surprise.   She stared at Beatrice a little fearfully but Beatrice was
exhilerated.

"So's mine," she breathed happily.   "All evening."

Sami's smile seemed to light up her whole face.   Her shining eyes trickled
down to rest on the spot where Beatrice' pubic hair pushed against the white
cotton of her nightdress.   Ripples of desire flooded both girls as Sami
reached forward and exposed Beatrice' aching sex.   Beatrice responded,
parting her legs to let the inquisitive girl push first her fingers and a
little 
later her soft nose and tongue gently into the folds of her wet and
throbbing love
slit.

So it was that shortly after that, for the first time in her life, Beatrice
tasted
the lush softness of another girl's sex.   Sami had lain herself upsidedown on
top of her new friend and the two girls consumed each other with pleasure,
every nerve of their magical bodies conspiring to fill them with delight.   In
the thick of this Beatrice thought suddenly of how she was coming to love
this family;  how she was sure she would return here often and would ask to
take her punishments here for any mistakes she made in Mr Montfort's office.   
How, even if one day they felt she needed the strap, she would beg only for
it to be Mrs Montfort who strapped her and either way she would accept her
punishment as she accepted their love.

And as Sami's tongue finally turned the trickles of pleasure into sweeping
floods, arching her body beneath her equally convulsed friend and sending
them both into paroxisms of delight, she remembered some outrageous
panties she had that were made of gold lame and would be brilliant with her
tiny multi-coloured mini-skirt and its matching top.   Forget the sensible
knickers.    Imagine bending over for a spanking in an outfit like that.   
The thought pushed her over into ecstasy.