The Test - part 2 M/FF

"Well who wants to go first?" he asked. Both of them
were understandably silent. It was very quiet as he let them
stand there for a moment. Neither of them could look him in the
eye. They were like students in a classroom, trying not to
attract attention and be called on. Unfortunately there were
only two "students" in this classroom.
"Ok, then," Dave said easily, "Mary you'll go first.
Why don't you go to the kitchen and bring back a chair."
With downcast eyes Mary left the room. Her heels
clicked on the hardwood floors as she dragged back the plain
white pine chair. Although armless, it was a sturdy chair that
would serve Dave's purpose well. Mary placed the chair in front
of the desk near the center of the room. She looked at Dave for
her next instruction. All she wanted was for this to be over
but Dave seemed intent on taking his time.


"Put your hands on your head and turn around," Dave
said curtly. She did so and Dave lifted the back of her skirt
up and pinned it to the back of her blouse with a safety pin.
Her firm cheeks were snugly encased in a pair of plain white
panties, cut high on the side. While drinking in the sight of
those succulent cheeks, Dave walked over to the other side of
the desk to retrieve something from one of the drawers. It
turned out to be a clothes brush. This was the kind that was
typically used to brush lint or dust off clothes. The handle
and backing were made of some sort of dark wood and the
bristles were short and black. It looked quite heavy actually,
which is why Dave liked it. After sitting on the chair he
placed this within arms reach on the desktop.
During all this, Heidi was watching with wide eyed
wonder. Almost oblivious that she would have to go through this
ordeal she was watching very intently taking everything in with
unfeigned interest. Dave motioned for her to back up to the
wall before he pulled a tearful Mary closer. He quickly pulled
her panties down to her knees. She dipped and turned momentarily
in a futile effort to halt the descent of her panties while keeping
her hands on her head. When that failed she gave a little
whimper of embarrassment and tried for one last reprieve.
"Please Dave. Please. I'm so sorry. I love you," she
begged.
Dave smiled wordlessly and then pulled her across his
lap. She was forced to put her hands out on the floor to slow
her fall. Dave bounced her a little on his knee as he adjusted
her position so that her crotch was directly over his left leg.
He kept his right leg a little straighter so that her legs had
room to drop.
"Keep both hands on the floor, _flat_, understood?" he
said while running his hand over her smooth cheeks. She nodded.
He placed his left hand firmly on the small of her back and
proceeded to spank. The first smack went on her left cheek.
Mary owwed, more from surprise than pain. The first smack stung
a little but wasn't too bad, she thought. Then the next spank
fell on her right cheek. Then one on the left. Dave kept up a
steady pace, alternating on each cheek. Mary tried not to make
a sound. The spanks stung a bit but were by no means extremely
punishing. She began to hope that maybe getting a spanking
wasn't so bad. Then Dave started to pick up the pace and
intensity. Mary started to squirm in discomfort as her bottom
started to heat up. The accumulated smacks were taking their
toll and each succeeding smack was more painful than the
previous. Finally, just when she was starting to gasp with each
stroke Dave stopped. Was that it? she thought. That wasn't so
bad. I guess I deserved that, she thought. Then she remembered
Heidi standing behind her over at the wall. She blushed when
she pictured the view that she must be giving Heidi, bent over
Dave's lap with a red bottom. She blushed even further when she
realized that in this position Heidi could probably see
_everything_.  Her thoughts were interrupted with a loud SMACK
and a fiery burst.
Dave had picked up the brush from the desk. Before
starting up again he looked over at Heidi again. She was still
holding her hands on her head, although a little half
heartedly. When she saw him looking at her she quickly
straightened her arms up and knit her fingers on top of her
head. She was mesmerized by what was going on. With a guilty
realization she realized that she was getting wet from watching
Mary's buns bounce and jiggle with each of Dave's slaps. She
gulped when she saw him pick up the brush and raise it over
Mary's upturned bottom.
Dave continued spanking with the brush, much like he
had with his hand. Even pace, increasing intensity, and
alternating cheeks. He made sure he covered as much area as
possible, while moving each spank location incrementally. First
he'd spank her left cheek, then her right. Then he'd spank her
left cheek again, but this time a little over the previous
smack. This way, each stroke overlapped at least the previous
stroke and oftentimes more. The brush made a crisper sound than
his hand had, and elicited more reaction from Mary. She was
starting to make a real fuss now. With each spank Dave was
rewarded with an loud "Ow!" and a wiggle or squirm. She was
helpless though, with his left hand firmly on the small of her
back. Soon she was sobbing and kicking. Both cheeks were
turning an angry red now. But it appeared the pain had reached
a peak. Her cries were started to become less forceful and he
realized that she had reached her threshold.
Dave put the brush back on the desk and helped her up.
She was gulping and there were tears streaming down her face.
She was glad to be up. No longer did she think she could take
any spanking. That last few minutes had been a painful lesson
and she began to be really afraid of what was to come later.
"Hands on your head and stand where Heidi is. Heidi
dear, it's your turn," Dave said.
Heidi woke as if from a daydream. Suddenly she realized
that it was her turn and her face crinkled in fear. She had
seen what happened to the once proud Mary. With a quivering
lower lip she stood in front of Dave as he tried to raise her
skirt. However, her skirt was not pleated like Mary's. Rather
it was made of a thicker material and was a little shorter.
It was so short that he couldn't really raise it and fold the
back over like he had done with Mary's. After a quick attempt
he decided to yank her entire skirt up around her waist. He
pinned the back waistline of her skirt high up on the back of
the blouse so that it was below here arms. It was extremely
embarrassing for Heidi, for now she was exposed all the way
around, without any modest protection for her frontside. Dave
slid her panties down to half mast position and quickly pulled
her over his lap. She was almost a little more relieved in this
position because at least her front wasn't exposed. Her relief
was short lived, however, when Dave started spanking.
Now after watching Mary's ill attempt at withstanding
Dave, Heidi took the other approach. She started making a fuss
right from the start. Dave was giving her the same alternating
metronome treatment that he had Mary. Each slap got an "ow"
from Heidi. However, while her intent was to fake Dave out with
squirms and cries early on, she realized quickly enough that
she really wasn't faking it. Since she had never been punished
like this before each smack was like fire. Quite soon she was
wiggling and kicking. When Dave paused she knew she was in for
the brush and tried to crawl away. However, she had no real hope
of getting away since Dave had a firm grip on her and he
rewarded her attempt with an extra hard smack. He rained smacks
down all over her buns and was delighted to see her jump with
each one. She started crying and begging for him to stop,
something Mary hadn't done. But he kept on spanking, not
satisfied until her cheeks were as red as Mary's had been. In
fact, her's were a little more so because of her fair skin. He
finally stopped when he realized she reached her threshold.
Pushing her off his lap he sent both of them to
opposite corners and left the room to rest and watch a little
TV.
After about an hour he returned to the den. Both of
them were in the same position he had left them. Their
sniffling had died down, though, and he noted that their buns
were a little less red.
"Can we go now, please," pleaded Mary. She started
turning around, then thought better of it.
"We're not even close to finished," Dave said in a
surprised tone. "Why that was just the warmup." He grinned
devilishly. "Why don't you step out of your panties," he said
putting a guiding hand on her shoulder. Her panties had fallen
into puddle around her feet. She stepped out of them and turned
around. She gave him a pleading look, which he ignored as he
guided her to the desk. After a moment, he unpinned the back of
her skirt from her blouse. Hope lit up in Mary's face, but then
quickly disappeared as Dave continued and unsnapped her skirt.
The pout returned to her lips as she was now bare from the
waist down. She held her hands modestly in front of her, trying
to conceal her furry mound. Dave thought she looked cute like
that.
"Heidi, you can turn around now. I want you to watch
this," Dave said as he walked to the front of the desk. After
getting a small bottle out of the top drawer, he picked something
off the ground. The girls couldn't see since the desk obstructed
their views. But when Dave straightened up they both gasped as
they saw that he was holding a paddle.
Mary felt her knees go weak as she looked at the
paddle. It seemed unnecessarily large. The wood was very dark
and smooth. She wondered if the sheen of the paddle was due to
some sort of varnish or from frequent use. There were numerous
tiny holes drilled all over the paddle. With a sick feeling in
her stomach she realized that the purpose of the holes was to
allow a harder stroke.
Heidi almost the same response. After gasping at the
awesome instrument of punishment, she kept whispering to
herself, "No, no, no," as if to ward off further punishment.
Her hands were busy kneading her buttocks gently. She switched
her gaze from the paddle to Mary's rump, to Dave's grinning
face and back to the paddle again. In spite of her fear, she
felt herself getting wet again and blushed in embarrassment.
Thankfully, she wasn't as exposed as Mary currently was.
Dave came to the front of the desk. He held the
paddle in his right hand while tapping it on his left palm.
"Ok, Mary. Legs spread, bend at the waist and brace yourself on
the desk. Right, no wait. Not like that. Ok, there." Dave
guided her into position. He spread her legs a bit more and
pushed her toes inward a bit. Then he stepped back and to the
side.
Mary's face was now as red as her behind. She felt so
exposed in this position. Now there was no way her to maintain
a bit of modesty, much less dignity. She was even more
embarrassed to think that Heidi was watching the whole thing.
Even though Heidi was going to get the same, Mary thought it
was unfair since she was older than Heidi. But of course that
was all part of Dave's plan. He knew Mary well and thought it
would be especially humiliating for her to be paddled with a
younger and attractive female in the room.
"Well, I'd say its time for a rump roast, wouldn't
you?" Dave asked Mary. She didn't answer. Meanwhile, he
unscrewed the cap off the bottle and poured some oil in his
hand. He rubbed this on both of Mary's cheeks, relishing the
feel of her firm flesh as it rippled under his hand.
"This is so you don't get any blisters from the
paddle," he remarked. He wasn't surprised that there was again
no answer but mildly irritated that she wasn't appreciating his
concern. He made a mental note to give her an extra stroke for
that.
Finished oiling her behind, he re-gripped the paddle.
After a quick glance at Heidi, who was again mesmerized the
scene unfolding before her, Dave wound up like a batter and
smacked her buttocks with a tremendous crack. If she hadn't
been braced against the desk she would have surely fallen over,
so strong was the stroke. She near shrieked as her rump exploded
in a blazing inferno. Dave waited a bit as she twisted her hips
this way and that. Then he swung again. And again. Where before
he had maintained a steady rhythm, this time he deliberately did
not. Each stroke landed with a thunderous crack. Soon Mary's
cries turned into wails. Her buns were a dark red, especially
in the center of the cheeks, which had received the most
attention. Several times Dave was forced to wait before applying
another stroke because she was stamping and twisting so much.
As he gave her the final strokes she looked almost comical as
it seemed she was running in place. Finally he let her get up.
Immediately her hands flew to her rump, desperately kneading
her buttocks, in a vain attempt at relief. Dave told her sharply
to put her hands on her head and stand off to the side. He then
turned to Heidi.
"Alright, Heidi. Assume the position!" he barked. Heidi
moved forward. "Wait a minute. Get those panties and skirt off
first."  Heidi obeyed and then bent over and braced herself on
the desk. Dave couldn't help but spend a little extra time
oiling up her shapely buttocks. He even made sure Heidi was
well oiled in between her cheeks as well. Heidi whimpered a
little at his ministrations but altogether kept quiet. She was
a little scared because she couldn't see what he was doing in
her current position. When he stopped oiling her up she tensed
up immediately expecting a swat. It didn't come right away
though, and she relaxed a little and took a breath. That's when
Dave made his move. He started off with a little underswing so
that the paddle would catch the cheeks coming up. The loud
splat reverberated through the room and Heidi's cry immediately
followed.
Unlike Mary, Heidi didn't stamp her feet to try and
relieve the pain, but instead would tense her body. It didn't work
of course. Dave would simply wait a little for her to tire and
relax again. Then he would smack that paddle across both cheeks
with a full swing. He wasn't holding back anything. He raised the
paddle and smacked again. And again. And again. Soon Heidi was
incoherently begging for mercy. Tears were streaming down her
face and she was raising up on her toes. Finally when it looked
like her buttocks were as red and welted as Mary's, Dave
stopped. It was just as well, for he was getting a little
winded and his arm was starting to get sore. He sent the
sobbing Heidi over to the corner with her hands on her head.
While sitting on the desk, drinking in the sight of two
pairs of thoroughly punished behinds before him, Dave lectured
Heidi and Mary on trust and integrity. The tearful and repentent
girls assured him repeatedly that in the future they would act more
responsibly. Satisfied he let them both out of the corners to
retrieve there clothing and leave. As they were leaving, Dave
told them that he would be watching them closely from now on.
And any future transgressions would be taken care of similarly.

The End

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