Liz Gets Hers - Part 3 (F/F, paddle)

For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series "Shannon's Spankings"


Shannon, for her part, was dry mouthed. This was what she wanted but somehow it didn't seem real. She had of course imagined her self taking vengeance on Liz but her earlier failed attempt had quashed her hopes. Now they were rekindled with the all too real spanking Liz had just received. At first hesitating she now eagerly took the paddle from Ron and seated herself on the chair. She felt exhilarated

Both Ron and Shannon looked at Liz. "Umm. Liz. Get over my lap." Shannon tried to emit authority but it was a bit daunting. Liz after all, had been such a psychological torment to Shannon all those years it was hard to reverse things in a flash.
Liz hesitated. She was filled with fear because of the spanking she just received from her father. A spanking that hurt more than anything she had felt before. Not to mention the embarrassment of her arch-rival Shannon witnessing. But at the same time getting spanked by Shannon would seal Liz's submission to Shannon. It was not something done lightly.

Being bare assed and freshly paddled did not give Liz much standing. With Ron and Shannon staring at her, she could feel her will crumbling. This was so humiliating! She really had no choice. She crawled over Shannon's lap. Soon enough the paddle fell with a splat.
"Owww.. owww. owwww!!" Liz started bawling immediately. Shannon was enjoying this. Her spanks picked up authority as her confidence increased. She learned she had to shift her grip just so, and that she should swing in an arc just so. In no time each swat was landing with a loud satisfying smack and Liz was bouncing over her lap. Shannon started to relax and enjoy the situation. She learned how to keep Liz under control, how to angle Liz's body forward so her feet were off the floor. Without leverage, Liz couldn't squirm away. Also, Ron pointed out how Shannon could use one hand on Liz's lower back to keep her pressed firmly across Shannon's lap. Liz's once alabaster bottom was not turning a bright red. Finally, when her arm started tiring, Shannon paused. Ron looked on approvingly.

"Nice job Shannon," he said. "Looks like you're getting the hang of things."

"Thanks. I think I'm getting to the bottom of things." Both of them laughed.

"Liz stand up." Shannon's voice was quiet and authoritative now. Liz shakily stood up. Her ass was really burning now. Rubbing only helped a little. Liz's eyes were puffy from her crying and she was gasping and hiccuping from the sobbing.
Shannon pointed to the end of the chaise lounge with the paddle. "Bend over that," she said. Liz obeyed, the fight had been spanked out of her. She hobbled over and her dad wiped her face with a tissue. Then she bent over the back of the chaise lounge.

"More," Shannon said with her hands on Liz's hips. She pushed / pulled Liz further on the chaise lounge until Liz's feet barely touched the ground. Her upper body and arms were over the back and her hands could reach the seat cushion. But her elbows could not. All her weight balanced on her hips over the back of the chair.

Viewing Liz in this position, Shannon couldn't help but be a little jealous. Although Shannon was an attractive girl it was easy to see why Liz was so popular with the boys. Her legs looked a million miles long in this position, stretching from the ground up to her delightful ass. The ass that used to be creamy white was now fiery red.

Liz's sobs had subsided as she gathered her breath. Thoroughly humiliated already, she was more concerned about the upcoming punishment. It was obvious what was going to happen and the level of punishment was frighteningly obvious with her position.

"Please Shannon," Liz wept. "I swear I'll be better. I'll do what you say. Please, please" Liz begged.

"Liz, you've had more than once chance to straighten up. And I am tired of all your excuses. You've always gotten away with murder and it's time you paid for it. So don't think you can talk your way out of this. You got this coming," Shannon replied as her anger started building again. All those years of torment at the hands of Liz came back to her. She paused to still herself. No need to go overboard, she thought. I'm going to be fair. She allowed herself just the smallest of smiles as she took position to the left of Liz. Her hand regripped the paddle. Meanwhile, Liz had ceased her begging and clung to the chair for comfort.

Shannon raised the paddle and swung a full arm swing down. The paddle landed with a loud CRACK! on Liz's left cheek and Liz let out a shriek. Liz's hands pounded on the chair and her back arched as much as it could in this position. But she couldn't move much and it didn't help anyway.

Shannon quickly stepped up and held Liz down by the small of her back. Then she raised the paddle again and let loose another full arm swat. CRACK! The paddle landed with another sharp report, this time on the right cheek. Both cheeks now showed a dark red color overlapping the earlier red. Liz was besides herself at this point.

"Are you going to be obedient?" Shannon asked Liz. No reply as Liz continued to cry.

Shannon gave her two more swats and then repeated the question. Liz was crying and sobbing but she barely managed to gasp out a yes.

Shannon then asked her, "You're going to do your chores? You're going to do your homework?" Yes yes Liz gasped back. Anything to stop the punishment. But Shannon wasn't going to let her off that easy. She gave Liz a burst of more smacks. Liz's legs kicked helplessly. She could barely cry out at this point, instead being reduced to gasping and sobbing with each swat. Her ass was not dark red all over, even down past her sit spot. Shannon asked Liz some more questions, punctuating them with various swats. Is Liz going to respect curfew? Did Liz remember calling Shannon names before? Was she going to do it again? Did Liz think she didn't have to follow the rules? etc. Finally Shannon was satisfied. She was actually sweating slightly after so many swats. A glance at Ron confirmed it was over.

Shannon told Liz she could get down and Liz practically tumbled down in a puddled mess on the floor. Both hands rubbed her butt gingerly and she wept on the floor. The fire had subsided but the memory was fresh. Tears streamed down her face as she hiccuped and wiped her nose. She could barely look at her dad or Shannon, embarrassed at the scene she caused. After a few more minutes she stood shakily and faced her dad and Shannon.

"Looks like we're getting through to you," remarked her dad as he surveyed her tear streaked face. Liz nodded.

"From now on, Shannon's in charge. You do everything she says. If I find out you're not listening to her I'm coming back and I'll take the skin off your ass." Liz's dad gave her a hard look. Liz nodded again. Ron turned to Shannon who was standing aside bemused at Liz's new "look": red assed and crying.

"Shannon, thanks again for taking in Liz. We're all grateful." Ron gave Shannon a hug. "I've brought some things you might need." He handed Shannon the duffel bag. "I'm *sure* (with a glance at Liz) you won't have any problems with Liz. But if you need to talk about anything give me a call."

"I will," Shannon answered solemnly.

Liz's dad then exchanged some goodbyes with Liz and left. Liz hobbled back to her room and left Shannon looking at the paddle in her hand. Things were going to change around here, she thought. And smiled.

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