If you can't do the time...

Kami, HH and I were relaxing in the hot tub. The warm water was soothing very sore bottoms, And although Kami and I may have been a little over playful and maybe flapped around a bit too much or splashed HH once too often, we were quite well behaved, for us anyway!

When we were done Kami and I got out first, put on our robes and returned to the house. Then I got an impish idea. 'Wouldn't it be funny if we took his robe' I giggled to Kami, nodding at HH who was lying back with his eyes closed, enjoying 5 minutes peace. Giggling in return she agreed and we crept out and snatched his robe before racing back into the house.

Pausing to shut the door and hang the robe on the back of, we scampered upstairs and peered out the window. We watched HH slowly get out and shut up the hot tub. Hmmm we'd forgotten that part. He must have been a good 5 mins outside. And it was cold.

When he disappeared from view we waited in anxious silence until his familiar step could be heard on the stairs. Darting round the room but finding nowhere suitable to hide, we gave up and stood against the wall with our towels over our heads. (He did laugh on finding us like that, but not enough to let us off).

Kami was first. He likes to make me wait knowing it kills me. As he positioned her face down over the whipping bench he loftily asked me had I ever had a wet bottom strapping, to which I shook my head in terror. It suddenly wasn't funny anymore!

Wetting Kami's bottom he then aimed the tawse. A few practice strokes before it cracked down properly. I jumped at the noise and Kami's resulting scream. Again and again I watched it fall, feeling sick. This was a bad idea. A really bad idea. HH meant business.

But as he finished with Kami he informed her that we'd have been caned too if we'd actually locked the door, and brat that I am, all I could think was 'damm, we should have locked the door'.

I was quickly distracted from such thoughts by his order to get over the bench. Feeling the water on my bottom I flinched. As he raised the tawse he softly told me that it was true, wet bottom strappings did hurt a lot more. When the first stroke branded my poor bottom I had to agree. Yelping in shock I immediately sat up and clutched the hot welt. Before resignedly lying back down. I have no idea how many he gave me. All I can remember is a band of pain. It really, really hurt. And I did regret the joke. Why were we angering him?

At one point I felt like safewording and realised I couldn't, this wasn't a scene. I couldn't just end it. I believe in playing fair and HH is always clear on the rules. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime. (Of course I could really if it was too much for me, but if seemed like I couldn't).

Comparing notes with Kami later she admitted to having the same thoughts. Whether we were consciously doing this or not is hard to know. But it truly felt like a punishment spanking. And the hugs and forgiveness afterwards were even more gratifying.