SARAH part 2 by Helier (FFF/F, F/F semi-cons, present) WARNING This story contains scenes which are clear descriptions of spanking and other sexual activity. Personally I don't find them at all offensive but I'm willing to believe that some people might. Could I therefore recommend that this story is only read by adults who are entirely convinced that they can read such material with equinimity. Part 2 of Sarah's story, told by her friend Tania, takes place four years later when Sarah has left school. She has never forgotten her experiences with Mandy and Sister Angelina but since then she has never found the right moment to explore her feelings further. SARAH part 2 by Helier (FFF/F, F/F semi cons present) She looked just a bit too pleased with herself, standing there with her tight well-filled jeans and her bare midriff. She saw me as I came up the street and immediately looked a little guilty. I had always found it hard to be angry with Sarah. She was just so beautiful with clear pale skin and big eyes, blue like the sea. Her face was haloed by blond hair, the colour of light honey, that she always wore in a thick loose pigtail except late at night when she combed it until it shone around her like treasure. What a little witch. Today I lent her my car to go across town on condition that she picked me up from work. I waited half an hour, feeling truly conspicuous - especially in the area I work in - and then went for the bus. That's why she was waiting outside now - she knew she'd blown it. I couldn't understand what had happened to her in the last while. She wasn't like this in the beginning. Sarah was the fourth in our little household. I had been left the house by my grandmother and because it was so big and I didn't want to live there alone I had accumulated Rosy and later Sophie. They were friends with me and with each other and we felt so lucky having found three of us who could live together harmoniously that we didn't really want to risk a fourth. I guess you could say that Sarah was an accident. Sarah came to live in town and met Sophie and perhaps Sophie found herself a little more attracted to Sarah than she would have expected to be. She was intrigued and couldn't leave it alone so after a couple of weeks of strangely furtive behaviour we woke up one morning to find Sophie emerging from her bedroom in her t-shirt and undies towing Sarah, similarly dressed, looking neither shy nor defiant and perhaps a bit of both. >From the start Sarah brought about, or at least heralded, change in our house. Her arrival shook us out of the cosy world we shared and into something a little more risky. Up to now sex had not been part of our lives together. That's what boys were for, somewhere else. We joked and gossiped and even wept about them endlessly but they were never a part of our house. Suddenly Sarah was - and though it was Sophie who brought her in, it didn't stay Sophie's trick. At first, underneath all the smiles and chat, I think we were a bit shocked, Rosy and I. We weren't used to the idea, and it brought back all the horror stories kids tell each other, but gradually we realised that what there was between Sarah and Sophie was not much more than between all of us - they liked each other; they were friends. Their strong attraction and some indefinable sense of trust had lead them to explore each other further. Pretty soon Sophie's newly opened eyes fell on Rosy and after a while even on me and Sarah just seemed to glow with the joy of having brought us all together in ways that nobody could have anticipated. And as the four of us found our way around each others sweet bodies, Sarah became such a part of our lives that it never occurred to us, I suppose, that such a bright mind might possibly want something more. In the past couple of weeks or maybe a month something had begun to happen to Sarah. One by one we began to find that she had let us down. It wasn't an emotional thing - she was still as loving as ever - but rather in the essential practical things that we had always been so careful about. You can't live with people who forget the shopping or don't turn up to dinner or don't clear up after themselves. It's alright for a while but sooner or later they begin to get on your nerves. We had always been endlessly careful not to upset each other in these mundane things but suddenly there was someone who didn't seem to care. I suppose I had always been the mother figure though god knows why - I was no older than Rosy and not much older than the other two - but I guess because it was my house and because I'm the caring, or maybe overbearing, sort that's how I was regarded. Sarah seemed to target me for all her worst omissions and frankly I was beginning to get pretty pissed off with it. As I approached her, where she leaned on the side of my car trying to look cool and unconcerned, I could feel anger and a slight sense of desperation brewing inside me. I didn't want to lose Sarah, and maybe if I did I would lose Sophie too which would be awful, but I couldn't stand by and let her destroy everything we had. When I reached her she broke into a difficult smile. "I guess I really screwed it up, didn't I", she began. "I'm sorry, Tania, it was ..." "That's not enough." She stopped looking dismayed. "I got a little bit lost ... I was looking for ..." "Sarah, you're ... I don't know what's happened to you. You were fine at the start but now you're letting everyone down." She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll try to do better." "You've said that before. I'm just not sure it's enough anymore. Are the others in?" "Yes." She looked a little alarmed at my question. It suggested to her that something major was going to happen. I meant it that way. I didn't want to lose her so I thought I would just have to push her. If she jumped, that was hard luck on all of us but maybe better in the end. If she didn't I was curiously inclined to see how far she would go. I wasn't yet sure of what I was planning but I knew in any case that now the ball was rolling it was too late to stop it. "Go inside, Sarah, and wait for me in the hall." She looked surprized at the authoritarian tone in my voice - she wasn't used to being ordered around. She stared at me for a moment then turned and left. I watched her go. She was so graceful - her full round bottom swaying gently as she walked, the profile of her elegantly plump breasts as she turned to glance back at me. "Go on." I spoke sharply and turned away from her to lock up the car. I waited until she had disappeared into the house then followed. I found her waiting just inside the front door, took her by the wrist and led her into the main room. Rosy and Sophie were there and they looked up in surprise to see the way I was leading Sarah in. She had a look on her face that was a picture of guilt, like a greedy little girl who has been caught raiding the cookie jar. "Sarah has let me down again today. I am sick of it and I am not going to put up with it any longer." What came out next was really risky but I didn't care anymore. She either took it or she didn't. "Sarah, you will go up to your room and wait there until you are sent for. In the meantime I will discuss with Rosy and Sophie what is to happen to you." For a moment I thought she would refuse - in fact I thought there was a good chance she would tell me to piss off but incredibly she didn't. Instead her head dropped and her beautiful face crumpled pitifully at the humiliation of being sent up to her room at her age. She blushed and bit her lip then, not daring to meet anyone's eyes, she backed out of the room and went upstairs. "And close your bedroom door." I turned back to find Rosie and Sophie staring at me in amazement. Sophie was the first to speak. "You can't treat her like that." "Sophie, I don't want any nonsense from you. Sarah has been impossible recently - for all of us. If she's going to behave irresponsibly she'll be treated like a child." "I've never seen her look so gorgeous," exclaimed Rosy. "She was just made for looking ... guilty. How far do you think you can push this?" That was the big question. "I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "But the point is, we have a great little household, don't we?" They murmured in agreement. "Look ... I don't want Sarah to go but ... I'm sorry, Sophie, but she has to learn." Fifteen minutes later Rosie went into the hall and called to Sarah. We heard the door open and Sarah's tentative footsteps on the stairs. When she entered she found the three of us sitting facing her. She stopped and stared, her mouth slightly open, her fingers twisting nervously at the neck of her shirt. In the middle of the floor there was now an armchair. I saw her moisten her lips, self-consciously. "Come in, Sarah, and close the door." My heart was beating fast - I could feel it. After a moment's hesitation she did as she was told and then came further into the room. She stood to one side of the armchair with her fingers awkwardly resting on the back of it. She seemed infused with nervous excitement - perhaps she was picking up my vibrations - I could even see the imprint of her nipples - erect and pressing against the fine cotton fabric of her tied-up shirt. "Sarah, we have a good household here because we support each other and care for each other. You were made welcome and we all like you very much. However I have to say that your behaviour has become more and more selfish. I'm afraid, Sarah, we can't accept it anymore and we'll have to ask you to leave." "Oh, no!" Her cry was heartfelt and indeed quite heartrending. "I don't want to leave, Tania. Please don't ..." She turned to look at Sophie who, remembering the dire warnings we had given her, held Sarah's gaze and did not flinch. I could have kissed her. Sarah now looked completely and beautifully lost. She turned back to me in desperation. "Tania, please don't send me away. I didn't mean ... I'll do anything." I let her stand there for a moment in real anguish while I exchanged glances with Rosy. "Alright, Sarah. Perhaps you mean what you say. Are you sorry for your selfishness?" She sounded breathless. "Yes, honestly. I am." "And do you feel you will be able to do better in future?" "Yes. I promise, Tania. I will." "You must understand, Sarah, that if - and I mean 'if' - you are allowed to stay you will not have the same leeway ever again as you have been given this time." "I understand'. "Furthermore you will be punished." There was a stunned silence. "Punished?" She was staring at me, wide-eyed in alarm. "You can't expect to get away with it, Sarah. You may leave if you want to but if you're going to stay I want to be quite sure you'll think twice before ever misbehaving again." She hadn't moved and I'd swear she wasn't even breathing. Neither was Rosie. The time had come to break the tension before everyone asphyxiated. "If you are going to leave I would like you to go upstairs and pack your bags now. If you would like to stay, you may, but first I will want you to take your jeans down as far as your knees and bend over the back of the chair beside you." I dropped my voice low. "You are going to be spanked, Sarah. Thoroughly." The effect was immediate and breathtaking. Her hands flew to her mouth. Her face flushed deep red, her eyes filled with tears. She looked about wildly as if she was going to run. "Oooh ..." was all she said. She obviously wanted to say more but nothing else would come out. After the initial panic she seemed to calm a little. She swallowed hard and tried to take in gasping breaths. In her hurt and confuson the corners of her mouth began to pull down like a child about to cry. But of course she wasn't a child - she was full-grown and beautiful and her utter vulnerability and humiliation was melting my bones. For a moment I thought we had lost her, then just as I thought I could bear it no longer, her eyes dropped, and with a sob she let her hands flutter to the fastening at the top of her tight blue jeans. Beside me I sensed rather than heard Rosy exhale and I felt my own heart racing with joy and relief. It was working - this beautiful creature, sweet Sarah, was actually going to take down her jeans in front of us and meekly wait to be punished. I loved her so much at that moment that, if she had asked, I think I would cheerfully have offered myself in her place. But she didn't ask. I could see a big tear rolling down her flushed cheek as she undid her zip and, with a misty-eyed glance at me, slowly pulled her jeans past the rounding of her hips, over her pretty white satin panties and down to just below her knees. Leaving her no time for second thoughts I said quietly but firmly: "Bend over, Sarah. Right over. With your hands on the seat." She did as she was told, reaching over the back of the armchair and placing her hands flat on the seat, making her bottom beautifully round and smooth with her panties stretched tight across her buttocks. Leaving her like that I crossed to the dresser and opened a drawer. I could feel her anxious eyes following my every move as I took out my grandmother's solid wooden hairbrush. I knew the feel of this. In my early teens my gran had twice had to use it on me, laying me over her big bed upstairs in nothing but my nightdress. Even through the nightdress it had stung wickedly which was why I was prepared to let Sarah keep her panties on now. "Ooooh." As I turned Sarah saw what was coming to her and I saw how she involuntarily tightened the muscles in her legs. I could feel something like panic rising in her so I decided not to keep her in suspense. I put the brush on the table and moved to a point behind her, facing Rosie and Sophie so they would get a full view of everything. Then, after briefly stroking her panties with my fingers, I raised my arm. For a moment I waited. I saw her bottom flinch then relax again and at that moment I brought my hand full force down on the soft flesh at the top of her thigh. Sarah gave a satisfying little yelp so without pausing I did the same at the top of her other leg. The stinging made her gasp. My hand was stinging too - having never done this before I hadn't realised. Luckily, I reflected, this was only her warm-up. I gave her two more smart strokes in the middle of her panties, making her squeal and dance. After two more she began crying out: "Ow ... Ow! It's not fair. It's not fair," she wailed, twisting her bottom from side to side. On the point of delivering another I stopped in mid- stroke. "I beg your pardon, Sarah." That was not a wise thing for her to have said. I thought it was perfectly fair and the more I got going the more fair I thought it was. "Right! In that case, since being kind is obviously not the right idea, you will have what is fair, my dear." With that I grabbed her thigh and hauled on the leg of her jeans. She had no shoes on as usual so they came off easily leaving her in her long white socks. She was sobbing loudly now knowing she had made a serious mistake. The truth was she was looking prettier every moment but I wasn't finished yet. "And you can take the shirt off as well." "But I've ...", she tried to speak through her tears. "I don't care." She was going to protest that she had nothing on underneath but one look at my face and she decided to do as she was told. "And you needn't think that this will be the finish of it - you will be spanked thoroughly by each of us in turn." She sobbed passionately, realising the full extent of her predicament. She had stripped off her shirt and stood in only her panties and socks with her arms crossed over her breasts. Her legs were shaking pitifully. It was such a strange feeling to have a big girl like Sarah so completely in my power. I pushed her across the arms of the chair so that she was over one arm with her feet on the floor and her hands on the opposite arm. Her big round breasts hung free and her bottom was now directly facing Rosy and Sophie. She was painfully conscious of this so to complete her embarrassment and make absolutely sure she knew she was really going to get it, I reached round and gently tugged her panties halfway to her knees. "Oh, no," she moaned, trying unsuccessfully to turn her bottom away and hide her most secret parts. Rosy was in ecstacy, grinding her thighs together and rubbing her bottom back and forth on the sofa and Sophie, little Sophie, was actually busy with her fingers under her skirt. Not to lose the momentum I retrieved the hairbrush and turned back to Sarah's trembling bottom. I raised my arm and without a moment's hesitation gave her the biggest whack with the hairbrush I could manage. It produced some of the most satisfying sounds I have ever heard. Apart from the sound of the brush slapping hard into Sarah's softest flesh there was the sound she made herself - a kind of agonized wailing squeal that she was to repeat many times that afternoon followed each time by heartrending sobs. With fabulous smacking sounds and a background accompaniment of Sarah's terrified screams I proceeded to spank her buttocks nearly crimsom. I lost track of how many times the hairbrush rose and fell but each time her cries of dismay became more seductive. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. Rosy was standing beside me. "Let me," she whispered. For a moment in panic I wondered if I had gone too far, but the truth was that Sarah was still there bent over and, in spite of her hysterical wailing sobs, her reddened cheeks were if anything pushed even higher. I began to wonder if it wasn't Sarah who had manipulated this whole thing right from the start and I had fallen straight into it. One thing I had learnt though - I had loved spanking her. Loved it. Sarah glanced round. She had difficulty focussing through her tears but her eyes grew round with fear when she saw what Rosy was doing. It was exactly what I had expected her to do. Rosy was undoing the thick leather belt that she wore around her denim skirt. "Oh." This time it came from Sophie. Sarah's first spanking and her own cheeky little masturbation had excited her almost to the point of no return but seeing the belt come out she was genuinely frightened for Sarah. "Don't worry," I murmured, sitting beside her on the sofa. "She hasn't taken her hands away - we'd stop if she did. And look at her pussy - she's so excited." It was true - Sarah's delicate pink labia were glistening with moisture and her nipples were erect and hard. Now I knew for certain that we were Sarah's puppets and not the other way round. Sarah had created a language of signs for us to tell us what she needed and then she'd put us through hell to make sure we learnt it. I sincerely hoped Rosy would really give it to her - the little minx richly deserved every delicious stroke. Rosy wrapped the belt around her hand. Sarah's bottom was almost jumping in agitation as she waited for it to crack around her glowing cheeks. Instead when Rosy finally brought the belt swishing down it smacked across the tops of Sarah's thighs, whistling right around her leg to whip the sensitive skin just below her sex. Sarah shrieked - nothing I had done approached the red-hot stinging of Rosy's belt. Twice more the belt lashed down raising crimson stripes across her lower thighs. Beside me I felt Sophie busy again, her little hand a blur under her raised skirt, her eyes glued to Sarah's burning rear quarters. At last, after five more strokes of the belt had brought floods of tears and squealing from Sarah, Rosy was done. Beside me Sophie's tiny voice whispered in my ear. "I don't want to, Tania." Towards the end of Rosy's stint I had felt Sophie's body go taut next to me and I knew she had had at least one orgasm. "You've got to, I'm afraid, my darling. But you can do it with your hand and it won't hurt her so much." I made Sophie sit up on the arm of the sofa while Rosy helped her weeping, trembling subject over to where Sophie nervously awaited her. Seeing Sophie's distress Sarah covered her pretty hands and face with kisses then, still sobbing, she draped herself contritely over Sophie's knees. It was a delight to see Sophie, almost in tears herself, swatting urgently at Sarah's blazing cheeks. Almost in spite of herself she tried hard and her little stinging slaps were enough to rekindle a few of Sarah's more gentle wailings. When she was finished we took Sarah and laid her on the sofa with her head in my lap. For a long time we kissed and stroked her while she sobbed. Eventually she became more calm and, while we watched in utter fascination, Sophie took over, knowing her friend's body well and stimulating her easily. Being spanked had brought Sarah more than halfway already and under the soft touching of Sophie's fingers and tongue she was soon moaning and gasping again but now with exquisite pleasure. There came a moment when it seemed as though all the pain and fiery heat in Sarah's body was suddenly changed by Sophie's tongue into the purest of delight. She cried out, throwing her body into a graceful arc then settled back to moan and lie still. There was something rich, warm and more beautiful than anything I could have imagined about the feeling between us as we lay around Sarah's almost naked body. Even though neither Rosy or I had had any release I think we both felt competely satisfied. At this stage I guess we all thought the afternoons events were completely over but, as it happened, Sarah had one more surprise for us. She opened her eyes and sat up cautiously. I still had my arm around her. "Tania", she said. "Are you going to let me stay now?" She was sounding like the politest little girl in Sunday school and I sensed that there was some kind of role play involved. I decided to play along. "Yes, of course, Sarah." I kissed her forehead and smiled. "But you must make sure you behave yourself or you know what to expect." Sarah bit her lip and for a moment looked tearful again. Now I knew for certain she was up to something. "Tania." "Yes." "I know I had to be spanked ... " "Yes, you did." "But ... but don't you think it would be wrong if someone got ... " Her voice sank to a whisper. "... got pleasure from seeing me being spanked." What was she getting at? "Yes, Sarah, of course. No-one should take pleasure in seeing you being punished." "Well, it's just that ... when I kissed Sophie fingers I could taste - well, I think she'd been ... touching herself." Suddenly everything was clear. "Sophie," I said, quietly. "Is that true?" Poor innocent Sophie - she just didn't realise where this was leading. "Yes." "Do you mean you were taking pleasure in Sarah's punishment?" "Well ..." "And you were touching yourself while Sarah was having her bottom smacked?" "Yes. I couldn't help it." "Sophie!" "Shouldn't she also be smacked - at least a bit, Tania?" Sarah was as good at being a picture of innocence as she was at being a picture of guilt. "Sophie, that is quite wicked of you. I think you are going to have to take a spanking and I think Sarah should give it to you. Rosy?" Sophie mouth fell open in astonishment and indignation. "You can't. You can't. Sarah. I won't let you. Tania, you can't ask ... " Rosy nodded gravely and I could see the mischief in her eyes. "Sophie ..." I let a note of warning creep into my voice. Sarah got up and went to sit gingerly on the sofa arm next to me. "Sophie", she said, very gently. Sophie looked at her and knew she was lost. With a look of utterly forlorn dismay she got up and walked unhappily towards Sarah. Sarah helped her to lift her skirt and take down her knickers then, with firm hands, she bent Sophie across her knees and smacked her pink bottom until it glowed. Sophie gasped and squealed, more in surprise than in pain, because Sarah knew not to be too hard on her, then finally she wept a little and was let back up. We all kissed her and she kissed and even thanked Sarah.