The Wanderings of Amy

Chapter 2 - Robert's Strap

Copyright 2002 - Caligula -

	After a day of shopping it was a new Amy that sat next to Robert on the way back to his apartment.  With new clothes, her hair cut short but neatly, her fingernails cleaned and polished, no one would have recognized the girl beside Robert as the same one who left with him in the morning.  Amy felt grateful to her father's partner, and shuddered to think what would have happened to her had he not been there to pick her up from the police station.  It was wonderful to ride in a car again as a simple passenger, to sit where it was warm and watch the grime of the street from the safety of her seat.
	As they rolled down the highway, Amy's thoughts wandered to Robert's strap.  She had spent too many nights thinking about how it would feel on her, too many nights with her hands between her legs.  She had to know.  Finally she blurted out: "Robert, how come there is a strap hanging in your room?"
	Robert glanced over and said simply "I used it on Tricia while we were still married.  We both felt that Tricia's getting the strap every so often did her a lot of good."
	"You punished her with it?  For what?"
	"Tricia was a lot like you.  She had a wild side that if let out of control, would wreck her life.  We used the strap to help her get past that.  The strappings did her a lot of good.
	"And you punished her on the bare bottom?"
	"Not just that.  I always had her strip completely for a punishment.  I considered that an important part of her submission, and she did as well."
	Amy was quiet for a few minutes, then softly said "I suppose you ought to use it on me."
	Amy's heart jumped into her throat.  That just came out!  She had not meant to say it!   Oh my God! what would Robert think of her?
	Robert looked over at Amy for a minute, and finally said "I suppose the strap would do you some good, given everything that has happened.  But we can discuss that when we get home."
	Amy felt whirlwind of emotion.  She was terribly afraid, but at the same time intensely aroused.  She was wet, and hoped that Robert would not notice.  Was he serious?  Was he actually going to strap her?  True, Amy had fantasized about it endlessly, but now that it might actually happen...
	Another side of Amy told her that the whole thing was impossible.  Of course Robert would not hit her.  That thought, of nothing happening after all, filled Amy with as much anxiety as the thought of being punished.
	Robert and Amy arrived back at his apartment and parked the car in the underground garage.  Upon entering the apartment Robert said "Amy, put your stuff away and then we can talk."
	Amy simply took all of the boxes out the bags and stacked them neatly in the closet.  She folded the bags and brought them to the kitchen and then went to the living room were Robert was going over some of his business papers.
	"Amy, you must have given my strap some thought for you to mention it in the car."
	Once again Amy's heart jumped into her throat, but she simply nodded.
	"You also said that you think that I should use the strap on you.  Why did you say that?"
	"I really don't know.  I guess I did some bad things...  It just sort of came out I guess."
	Robert looked intently at Amy.  "Well, you certainly made some bad choices, to say the least.  Your father's illness you did not know about, and the shoplifting you really couldn't help.  But to leave Tiffany's body like that?"
	Amy's eyes filled with tears.  The memory of her last glimpse of Tiffany's face forced its way into Amy's thoughts.  Robert paused, studied Amy's face, and continued.
	"Amy, do you still think that quote -I should use the strap on you- unquote?"
	Amy's heart was pounding too hard for her to answer, but she faintly nodded her head.
	Robert stood up and walked in front of Amy.  "Well if that is what you think, I'm not going to argue with you.  But if I strap you, I expect you to stay strong during the entire punishment, and to do what I tell you." He reached down to Amy's face and with the tips of his fingers pressed under her chin forced Amy to look up into his face. "Agreed?"
	Amy nodded.
	"Good.  First I want you to go to your room and take off all your clothes.  I mean everything, including your earrings and watch.  If you have to go to the bathroom you better take care of it now.  I don't want to stop in the middle of your punishment for that.  I also want you to wash your face and make sure you are clean.  Once you have done that you will go in my room and get the strap.  I want you to bring it to me.  I will tell you what to do next."
	Amy was still slightly in shock over all this as she stood in her room.  The strapping!  It was actually going to happen!  As her shaking hands struggled with the buttons and zippers of her clothes, Amy realized that she was no longer excited.  She was just plain scared.  But she was determined to go through with this.  
	Robert was not about to let on his own excitement.  To see the pretty young woman in his apartment naked and submitting to his punishment thoroughly excited him.  Whatever his secret thoughts, however, Robert knew could not mix this with anything sexual.  By default he had become Amy's surrogate parent and he could do nothing to violate that trust.  Amy was still on the edge, and a betrayal of her trust in him would push her over for good.  Robert would see Amy naked, beat her red with the strap, and enjoy the sight of her punishment, but he must never let on to her how intensely this would affect him.  
	Robert cleared an oblong table that was up against a wall, and pulled the table into the center of the living room.  The table was perfect for a punishment.  It was about two feet wide and four feet long, and very strongly built.  When he was satisfied that he would have plenty of room to swing, Robert left the table in place and faced the hallway to the bedrooms.
	Her heart still pounding, Amy, now naked, walked into Robert's room to get the strap.  Suddenly she felt very self conscious and tried to cover herself with her hands as she walked out of Robert's room.  To make matters worse Amy had decided to shave her pubic hair that very morning, which would expose her even more to Robert.  As she approached with her hand over her crotch Robert gave Amy a look of impatience.  "What the hell are you doing?"
	Amy stared at Robert's feet and shyly held the strap out to Robert.  "I guess I am just a bit scared, Robert."
	Robert walked over to Amy and put his hand on her bare forearm.  "Amy, of course you are scared."  he said gently.  "This is going to hurt.  But it will be over after a while and you will be able to get on with your life.  But being modest now is not going to help you."  Amy nodded and slowly dropped her hands.  "We will cure the modesty issue before your punishment.  I want you to place your feet shoulder-width apart and put your hands behind your head."  
	With every bit of her willpower Amy complied.  Suddenly she straightened up and felt a strange resolve in herself.  She would have no secrets.  She would accept this punishment and make Robert proud of her.  Robert, meanwhile, sat down in front of Amy to enjoy the view of her attractive body.  After he was satisfied with studying her front he moved behind her to enjoy the view of her bottom, soon to be cruelly marked with welts.  When satisfied he finally asked "Amy, are you ready?"  Amy nodded.  Robert walked over to the table and placed his hand on it.
	"Good.  Now I want you to bend over the end of this table."  Amy walked over and did as she was told.  "Now grab hold of the edge in front with your hands, and put you feet on the outside of the table legs in the back."  When Amy complied, she was aware of how exposed she was between her bottom cheeks.  With her legs spread and her bottom turned up her body certainly hid no secrets from Robert now.
	"OK.  These are the rules.  You will stay in position until I tell you otherwise.  You might wonder why I do not simply tie you down.  The reason is that staying down for each hit will have to be up to you and your self discipline.  To receive each swat you will have to make the decision to stay down.  Being tied would take that responsibility away from you.  Also, no flinching.  I want you to keep your bottom relaxed.  Also, no moving your hands.  Break any of this rules and you will get extra swats across the fronts of your thighs when I am done on your bottom."
	Amy heard Robert's faint steps as he positioned himself.  He gently tapped the end of the strap on Amy's left bottom cheek, drew it back, and with a loud CRACK laid on the first swat.  Instantly a rectangle across the center of Amy's bottom left cheek went from white to pink.  Amy jerked and bit her lip.  Tears formed in her eyes.  She was shocked at how much it hurt.
	Robert took his time.  He walked over to Amy's right side, tapped the strap on her right bottom cheek, and marked it with a sharp back-handed blow.  This time Amy let out a noise that was part sob, part grunt.
	For the third blow, Robert again took up position on Amy's left side.  This time he tapped the base of Amy's bottom with the strap, right above her thighs.  Oh God, thought Amy.  CRACK!  This time Amy let out a much louder sob.  Robert noticed tears on her face and she had started to cry, but she stayed in position for him.
	CRACK!  Another swat on the left bottom cheek, above the first.  Another rectangle, slightly overlapping the first, turned from white to pink on Amy's left bottom cheek.  Amy sobbed again.  CRACK!  Another back-handed swing on the right bottom cheek.  Robert played tennis, and had a vicious backhand, as Amy was learning the hard way.
	Again Robert moved over to Amy's left side for the next swat across both bottom cheeks.  A light tap of the strap, and CRACK! right across the center of Amy's bottom.  Amy grabbed the table edge with all her strength and sobbed.
	With the sixth swat of the strap Robert had established his pattern on Amy:  left cheek, right cheek, then a swat across both cheeks.  He waited a good 15 seconds between swats, making sure that Amy felt the full effect of each blow before receiving the next.
	Amy had completely forgotten her earlier embarrassment of being so fully exposed to Robert.  Her world became the pain being inflicted on her bottom, pain that intensified with each swat.  However, she was determined to see this through.  She had promised herself that she would take whatever punishment he chose to give her...
	CRACK!  The seventh swat was harder than any of the others, and caught the tender skin at the inner part of Amy's left cheek.  Amy screamed for the first time as she kicked out her left leg and turned slightly.
	"Amy, I told you to stay in position.  That will be one penalty stroke on your thighs when we are done."  Amy quickly straightened herself and returned her foot back to the outside of the table leg.
	Robert walked over to Amy's right side.  He waited a full 30 seconds for Amy to calm down before giving her the eighth swat.  CRACK!  A vicious back-hand blow caught the inside of Amy's right cheek.  Amy, instead of screaming again, started sobbing loudly.  Her whole body shook with her sobs.  This time Robert did not wait, but quickly slashed the strap across both cheeks right in the middle.  Amy continued to sob.
	Robert stopped to examine his work.  Amy's bottom was now almost completely a deep pink, with only a few small areas of white left.  Robert decided that he wanted another scream from Amy.  She had earned this and he was not going to let her off.
	"Amy, stick your butt out as much as you can for the next one."  Amy managed to spread herself a little more.  Amy's efforts to comply gave Robert a complete view of Amy's labia and bottom-hole, framed by thick pink stripes.  Robert now sported a furious hard-on under his pants.  To see Amy like this...
	Robert tapped the strap at the spot where Amy's left bottom check met her thigh.  He drew it back.  CRACK!  Amy screamed and let go of the table.  She looked back at Robert through her tears, biting her lip.  That was the worst!  She could not believe how much it hurt!
	"Amy! What did I tell you!?  Get back down!  That will be the second swat you are getting across your thighs."  Amy struggled to get back down and find the table edge with her hands.
	"Prepare yourself.  You are getting the same on the other side!."  This time there was no warning pat, just a CRACK! and then the pain.  Amy screamed again, but managed to stay down.
	The next swat landed squarely across the upper part of both cheeks.  Robert had been concentrating on the lower part of Amy's bottom, but the twelfth swat quickly added color to the upper part of Amy's bottom.
	CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!  Robert concentrated the next six strokes right at the middle of Amy's bottom cheeks.  By now all of Amy's bottom was a dark pink, and was starting to swell.  In spite of her best efforts, Amy was shaking violently from crying, and her knees were quivering.  
	It took Robert every bit of his willpower to keep himself from unzipping his pants and taking Amy right then.  But he couldn't, he knew that it would wreck her trust in him.  Subconsciously Robert took out his internal conflict in the next three strokes, all delivered to the upper part of Amy's bottom...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!  The final stroke was so hard that Amy shot up.  Instinctively her hands reached behind as she sought ease the pain.  In an instant she realized what she had done, but could not let go of her bottom.  Amy looked at Robert with pleading in her eyes.  "Robert..." she sobbed.
	"So you think that you had enough?"  Robert asked.  Amy's eyes filled with tears again, but suddenly she violently shook her head no.  Robert watched with amazement as Amy again stretched herself over the table.  Slowly she spread her legs and placed her feet on the outside of the table legs, and then she returned her hands to the table edge in front.  Amy cried quietly as she waited for the rest of her punishment.
	Robert's heart went out to the poor girl at that moment.  Amy made it clear that she would do her best to take any punishment he wanted to give her.  She was totally submissive to him, willing to accept his judgement of what he thought was best for her.  Robert suddenly felt even more responsibility for Amy, as well as an overwhelming feeling of love.  His earlier arousal was gone now, replaced with something far deeper and more intense.
	This punishment would have to continue.  Amy had committed both of them to further swats by lying back down on the table.  Still, Robert knew by looking at Amy's bottom that the strapping could not go on much longer.  Welts were already forming and a too many more swats would risk breaking Amy's skin.  Robert decided to give Amy six additional swats, plus four across the fronts of her thighs.  He took up position behind Amy's left side and tapped her bottom again.
	CRACK!  Amy immediately started sobbing again as the strap hit the already dark area at the base of her left bottom-cheek.  CRACK!  Another backhanded swat to the lower part of Amy's right bottom cheek resulted in a scream.  CRACK!  The next swat went across the lower part of both bottom cheeks, precisely over the spot where Robert had laid the first three hits of the punishment.  Amy's hands again shot back over her bottom, but she managed to get them back on the table legs before Robert could say anything.  CRACK!...CRACK!  Two more swats caught the tops of Amy's thighs.  CRACK!  The final swat went across the middle part of Amy's bottom.
	"Amy, you can take your hands off the table edge and relax your legs.  But I want you to stay bent over the table."  Amy buried her face in her hands and after a few minutes managed to quiet her crying.
	Robert set the strap on the table next to Amy, and examined Amy's bottom.  He had done a thorough job on her.  Purplish welts punctuated the deep pink color, and there were several blood blisters on both cheeks.  However, as Robert looked over the welts and blisters, he was satisfied that he had not broken the skin anywhere on Amy's bottom.  
	Robert sat down in the easy chair behind Amy.  The sight of Amy in that still bent over excited him again, and he decided to take a few minutes to enjoy looking at her.  Satisfied, Robert decided to finish Amy's punishment.
	"Amy, you broke position four times.  Do you understand what that means?"
	Amy sniveled, and nodded.
	"OK.  Stand up please and turn around."  
	Amy complied.  Robert was pleased that Amy kept her hands at her sides, making no effort to cover herself or to rub her bottom.  Amy hung her head.  She was perfectly quiet, but the tears still continued to roll down her cheeks.  
	Robert took another look at Amy as she faced him.  With her small breasts and shaved pubic area she looked much younger than her 18 years.  Finally Robert walked up to Amy and placed a hand on her shoulder.  Gently he backed her over the table.  Amy grimaced as her bottom pressed against the table's hard surface.  Robert pressed Amy's shoulder until she was lying backwards, and motioned her to scoot back a few inches.  "Spread your legs and hook your feet around the table legs"  With Amy's legs spread wide and her feet wrapped around inside of the table legs, Robert then took Amy's hands and placed them on the edge of the table above her head.  As the pressure increased on her bottom Amy winced and tried to fight back more tears, but she grabbed hold of the table edge as directed.
	When Robert walked back around he had a complete view of Amy's vulva, stripped of hair and completely exposed.  He even noticed a small spot she had missed when shaving in the morning.  As much as he would have liked to force Amy to stay in this position for a long time, Robert knew that she was suffering intensely.  He now regretted having added this portion of punishment on top of what Amy had received on her bottom.  Robert could not go back on what he had said, however.  The only thing he could do was get this over quickly.
	Robert laid the strap on the upper part of Amy's right thigh and Amy closed her eyes.  CRACK!  Amy stayed quiet, but her eyes immediately filled with tears.  This time Robert did not wait.  CRACK!  The second swat landed just above the first, only two inches from Amy's vulva.  Quickly Robert walked around and laid two matching stripes across Amy's left thigh.  Amy was now crying again.
	Robert took Amy's hand and helped her sit up.  She bit her lip as she rubbed the fresh marks on the insides of her thighs.  
	Robert left the living room and came back with a glass of water.  He put his arm around Amy's bare shoulder and pressed the glass to Amy's lips.  She took it with a trembling hand and emptied it immediately.  Robert then helped Amy to her feet.  She immediately threw her arms around him and started sobbing into his shoulder.  Robert said nothing for a few minutes, satisfied to comfort Amy.  She needed to be held, comforted, forgiven.
	As Amy held on to Robert and her tears began to soak his shirt, Robert reflected that Amy's healing process could not begin until she was ready to forgive herself.  He was satisfied that would indeed happen; she had convinced him when she laid back down on the table for the six final swats.  Even now, Robert suspected that Amy's crying was only partly due to the pain in her bottom and thighs.  He suspected, and hoped, that some of her guilt was being purged as well, through all those tears.
	Finally Amy's crying subsided.  Robert put his arm around Amy's shoulder and walked her back to her room. He pulled back the covers and Amy lay down on her stomach.  After he covered her up Robert stood up to leave the room, but she reached out and caught his hand.  "Robert, please don't leave me".
	Robert knelt down beside the bed.  He let go of Amy's hand and started to stroke her hair and caress her neck.  Amy closed her eyes and Robert saw a look of peace on her face that he had not seen on her before.  He gently stroked her hair until he noticed a change in her breathing, indicating that she had gone to sleep.
	Robert turned out Amy's light and left her room.  As he put the living room back in order and hung up his strap, Robert felt elated about Amy.  The experience could not have gone better for her.  To Robert it was obvious that she had the internal strength to overcome her high school behavior and the road-trip disaster.  A successful court date, enrollment in college, and some oversight to get her through her first semester were all that Amy needed.