GUTTERGAUNT

Mary, Lisa, and Michelle were my three best friends in high school. From sometime early in our sophomore year, the four of us were an inseparable little mini-clique. All three of them were taller than me (I was only 5’3” back then, and, damn it, I’m still only 5’3”). All three of them were fairly athletic, compared to me (though you didn’t have to be any kind of major jock to be more athletic than wimpy little me).

Michelle was richer than the rest of us. She lived with her divorced mom in a really nice house with a swimming pool, and her mom was away on business about half the time, so we all spent a lot of time at that house, and slept over there several times a month (the rest of our parents weren’t quite clear on the fact that Michelle’s mom usually wasn’t home while we were there, and we somehow never got around to mentioning it).

We were having one of those unsupervised sleepovers at Michelle’s. It was one of the early ones, sometime in the winter of our sophomore year. We were all in our pajamas, hanging out on Michelle’s bed. Unlike the rest of us, who had regular little one-girl beds, Michelle had an unbelievably luxurious queen-sized bed, which had been passed on to her by her mom when her mom got an even better bed. It was super-soft, and it had a brass frame with plenty of handy vertical bars at head and foot.

We were having one of those giggling sleepover gossip sessions, and I kept teasing Mary about a boy she had a crush on. I was really getting to her, too. Mary blushed easily, and I’d made the exciting discovery that I could get her to blush just by mentioning the boy’s name. Every few minutes, I’d find some way to insert him into the conversation again, so that we could all tease her about it. Finally, while I was making some lewd suggestions about how she could get his attention, she put her hands on her hips and did the best “angry mom” imitation she could muster while blushing, saying, “Now that’s quite enough of that, young lady. One more word and you’ll be getting a spanking.”

Naturally, I responded with the suggestion that maybe she’d like it if I could get the boy in question to give her a spanking.

“You asked for it,” she yelled, and lunged across the bed at me. I hadn’t thought she was really going to do it, so her lunge caught me by surprise and I ended up flat on my back with her on top of me. She tried to manhandle (girlhandle?) me into a spankable position, but I fought back furiously. All four of us, of course, were giggling uncontrollably the whole time, which made everything that much more clumsy. While we were grappling, Mary put her knee in my solar plexus (not trying to hurt me, that’s just where her knee ended up somehow). That, combined with the giggling, made me unable to breathe for a moment, and I panicked and bit her arm.

“Aah! She’s biting!” Mary shrieked, “Help me hold her down!” Lisa and Michelle gleefully accepted the invitation, and pretty soon I had all three of them on me. They soon found that, though they could keep me trapped under them, they couldn’t hold me still or keep me from periodically managing to kick a foot free or get my mouth near enough one of them to bite. “Damn,” said Michelle, “She’s a little wildcat.”

“We’re going to have to tie her down,” said Lisa, thus sealing my fate and forever changing my life.

I redoubled my thrashing, and hollered and cursed up a blue streak, while the three of them set about tying me. None of them had any experience, so it was a long and difficult process of trial and error, but eventually they worked out a system, where Mary would take care of sitting on me and immobilizing me as much as possible, Michelle would get hold of a wrist or ankle with both hands and hold it in place at a corner of the bed, and Lisa would secure said wrist or ankle to the bedframe using the longest socks she could find in Michelle’s sock drawer. After an epic struggle, I found myself spreadeagled face down on the bed, panting, disheveled, exhausted, tightly stretched out, and securely bound hand and foot.

My captors stepped back from the bed to survey their handiwork. It must have only been for several seconds, but they were very long and suspenseful seconds for me. Tied tightly face down as I was, I couldn’t see where my friends were or what they were doing. All that was in my field of vision were my own shoulders, and the big, fluffy pillows and blankets to either side of me. I could barely even manage to get a glimpse of my own bound wrists. I pulled and strained, trying to work myself free or at least get some slack, but Lisa had done a surprisingly thorough job with her knots, and I was helpless.

I guess that for their part, Mary, Lisa, and Michelle must have been momentarily stunned by the realization of their position. Many months later, when I finally got the chance to experience bondage as the tie-er instead of the tie-ee (a story for another time), I discovered that, when one finishes the tying and gazes down upon the helpless body of one’s victim, there is a moment where one is paralyzed by the sheer, awesome potential of the situation. It’s like staring at a winning lottery ticket in your hand. Of course, by the time I first had a hapless friend bound and at my mercy, I’d had months and months to fantasize about it already. Mary, Lisa, and Michelle, on the other hand, hadn’t thought about this in advance at all. Tying me up had been completely spontaneous (though from the timely way that she suggested it, and the impressive job she did with the knots, I’ve since come to suspect that Lisa had been fantasizing secretly along these lines for some time, and had been waiting, for who knows how long, for an opportunity like this to come her way). The point being that the reason they just stood there, not saying anything, for several seconds, was probably because they were struck dumb by the completely unexpected rush of power. Not even like winning the lottery, because people who play the lottery probably think a lot about what they’d do if they won. This was probably more like the bit in the first Harry Potter book where Harry finds out he’s a wizard. Like, “Oh my God, I can do magic?” Total shock. This was the same: “Oh, my God, we can do anything we want to her?”

It was me, still tugging vainly against my bonds, who broke the silence by loudly demanding that they let me go. I was trying to sound tough and angry, but it came out a lot more nervous and high-pitched than I wanted it to.

My demands were answered by a chorus of wicked giggles from my captors, as they came back to sit on the bed to either side of my torso. I still couldn’t see them, except for fleeting glimpses of pajama-clad arms or torsos out of the corners of my eyes, but I could feel the shifts in the mattress every time they moved.

“Let you go?” Lisa said. “Hey guys, what do you think? Should we let her go?”

“I don’t know,” Michelle said. “I think this could be pretty fun.” I may not have been able to see their faces, but I could hear the evil smiles in their voices.

“Yeah,” said Mary, “and besides, there’s still a little matter of a spanking...”

"Noooo!!!” I screamed, and began pulling frantically against my bonds. Believe it or not, I’d been so caught up in struggling against being tied up, that I’d forgotten all about the spanking I had coming! “No! No no no! Fuck! Help! Let me go!” I screamed and struggled while Mary, Lisa, and Michelle sat around me on the bed and laughed. I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t even get enough slack to turn and look at them,or to make my little bottom a more difficult target. Damn, Lisa’s knots were good. The bitch! She must have been practicing! All I managed to do was exhaust myself all over again, not to mention managing to inflict a lot of damage on the skin of my wrists (it’s a good thing it wasn’t short-sleeve weather, because I had some pretty severe marks for a few days).

"Aww, poor little Lila,” Michelle taunted as I lay there panting hard. “Getting a little nervous there?”

I was getting more than just a little nervous. I knew they had me. I was suddenly becoming acutely aware of my bottom, sticking up helplessly in the middle of the bed. I could feel every inch of skin on it. It suddenly seemed very sensitive and sort of tingly, like your face feels when you blush. My rapid, heavy breathing wasn’t just exhaustion, there was also a touch of fear (and, in retrospect, of course, there was also arousal... but I certainly couldn’t have identified it at the time, it just felt like a hint of panic).

"Lila’s getting a spa-anking,” Lisa sang.

"Um, guys?” I said meekly, wishing my voice wasn’t coming out quite so high and shaky. “Come on, guys, let me go, please? I’ve learned my lesson. Come on, Mary, I’m sorry, I take it back. Please?”

There was a shifting of weight on the bed, and suddenly Mary was lying on her side across the head of the bed, leaning in over my left arm so that she was face-to-face with me. Lisa and Michelle quickly leaned in from the other side, so that suddenly the faces of all three of them were crowded into my field of vision, very close to me. Now that I could actually see their evil smiles, I was suddenly even more scared. I’d never seen any of them smile quite like that before.

Mary, who was supporting herself on one elbow, reached out with her other hand and brushed my disheveled hair out of my face. She kept her hand in my hair, which had the double effect of keeping it out of my face and forcing me to look at her. Funny how these gestures of dominance come so naturally to some people in the right situation (I use that hair trick whenever I can, now).

"What’s that?” Mary smiled. “You’re ready to apologize now?”

“Yes!” I said. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I take it all back! I’ll never do it again! Please! I’m sorry!”

“Hmm,” Mary said, “what do you think, guys? Is that a good enough apology?”

“I don’t know,” Michelle grinned. “I think we can do a little better than that.”

“Okay, Lila,” Mary said, “repeat after me: ‘Mary, I’m sorry that I behaved like the snotty little brat that I am.’”

I felt my face flush, and I almost came back with something rude. But one look around at my captors’ smiles and I realized just how dire my situation was, and swallowed my pride quickly. My mouth had got me in enough trouble already. “Mary,” I said meekly, almost choking on each syllable, knowing that my face was probably turning bright red, “I’m sorry that I behaved like the snotty little brat that I am.”

Mary’s smile got even wider. She was loving this. I hoped that was all, but Mary had more for me to repeat: “I swear that from now on I will be a good little girl, and not mouth off to my betters.”

Burning with embarrassment, I meekly repeated every word, while Michelle and Lisa giggled.

“Thank you, Ma’am, for teaching me proper manners.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I repeated, in almost a whisper, “for teaching me proper manners.”

“You’re welcome,” Mary beamed. “I accept your apology. But just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, I think you should get a spanking anyway.”

“No!” I cried. I’d really thought they were going to let me go. I felt close to tears.

Michelle and Lisa laughed.

“Remember,” said Mary, “this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me.” She playfully tousled my hair, and then disappeared from my field of vision.

Michelle also disappeared from my field of vision, heading back to sit on the other side of my torso from Mary.

Lisa leaned in even further towards my face, practically nose-to-nose with me, lying across my right arm. Putting one hand on either side of my flushed face, she pinched both my cheeks, hard. “Aww,” she cooed, “poor Lila.” She kissed me on the forehead. “Have fun,” she grinned, and then she, too, had moved back to where I couldn’t see her anymore.

I lay there, face-down and helpless, so furious and humiliated that I was near tears. I’d seen a side of my friends that I’d never seen before (and probably they hadn’t either) , and I knew now that I was in for it, that I was about to receive a painful and humiliating spanking, and that any effort I made to escape this fate would just add to my captors’ cruel amusement. I was determined to give them as little satisfaction as possible, to bear my torment as silently and stoically as I could.

Alas, this was not to be the case! Little did I suspect what was in store for me! Once again, I was underestimating the diabolical cruelty that their sudden power over me had awakened in my fiendish friends!

“Okay, Lila,” Mary said, “time for your punishment.” She placed her hand lightly on my left ass cheek, and my whole body jerked and tensed involuntarily. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. My captors laughed.

Mary lifted her hand off me, and I could feel her weight shift on the bed next to me as she prepared for the first blow, letting the tension build.

Could things get any worse for me? Yes, they could!

Suddenly Lisa said, “Wait!”

Mary waited. The blow didn’t fall.

And then Lisa, that evil, evil bitch, said, “Wouldn’t it be more fun on her bare ass?”

I heard them all giggle. There was a very short conversation among the three of them. Maybe they were working up the courage, egging each other on. I don’t know, because I was too busy struggling wildly again, shouting at the top of my lungs: “No! No! You bitch! No! Don’t you fucking dare! Fuck! I’ll get you for this!” And so on.

Maybe, if I’d just lain absolutely still and said nothing for a moment longer, maybe, just maybe, Michelle (whose house it was, after all) might have said, “No, maybe that’s a little too cruel,” thus putting some brakes on the momentum of the occasion. Maybe. Probably not, I guess. But anyway, my fresh show of outrage and defiance was probably the worst thing I could possibly have done, since it brought the excitement level back up and showed them there was still plenty of fun to be had with me.

As I struggled and shouted and cursed, my captors laughed evilly, and then one of them (I have no idea which) simply hooked her fingers under the sides of the waistband of my pajama bottoms, then felt around and got hold of my panties as well, and then easily slid both pajamas and panties down to just below the bottoms of my ass cheeks (which was as far as they’d easily slide, with my legs tied so wide apart).

As soon as I felt my bare bottom exposed, I stopped moving, stopped struggling, and stopped shouting. I was so humiliated I just froze. I was so very, very aware of my naked ass back there in the middle of the bed, the center of everyone’s attention, and of how completely powerless I was to cover it, to protect it, to shield it from their eyes or from whatever cruelties they chose to inflict upon it. I was also very, very aware that if I struggled at all now, I’d be treating them to the no-doubt-hilarious entertainment of watching my snow-white and not terribly firm ass wiggle around.

“Aww,” Lisa teased, “what a cute little bottom. So nice and white.”

“It won’t be when we’re through with it,” Mary said.

“Oh, my God,” Michelle giggled. “We’re really going to spank her on her bare butt?”

“Aww, poor little thing,” said Lisa.

“Oh, my God,” Michelle said again, “Look at her! She’s all tied up! She can’t fight back at all!”

A ray of hope? Had Lisa taken things too far? Was Michelle taking pity on me? Would she make them spare me? I didn’t dare move or make a sound.

“Yeah,” said Lisa, “she’s totally in our power.”

“Oh my God,” Michelle said. “This is so cool!”

So much for pity.

“So, Lila,” Mary said, “are you ready for your punishment?”

The humiliation of having my bottom bared had quite shaken my resolve to be stoic. “No... please...” I begged in a small voice.

My pitiless captors laughed cruelly, and then...

Whap! The palm of Mary’s hand came down hard on my naked bottom. It stung like hell! My whole body jerked as I gave a high-pitched cry of pain and surprise. My captors laughed again. Whap! A second blow, and I jerked again, crying out even louder. Whap! A third, and then a whole lot more, fast and hard, as Michelle and Lisa laughed at my frantic struggles and cries.

I don’t know how long Mary spanked me for. It probably was only a few minutes. After that first flurry of rapid blows, she slowed down, and discovered that the real fun lay in the timing, letting the suspense build, trying to catch me off-guard, or shifting her weight suddenly to make me cry out and jerk in anticipation when there was no blow coming. My distress, my cries, my flinching and struggling, were endlessly hilarious to them. For my part, I had tears in my eyes, both from the pain, and from the humiliation of knowing what a show I was putting on for them with my involuntary jerking and flinching.

Finally, after another long flurry of rapid blows that stung so much I had to bury my face in the blankets and bite them to stifle my cries, Mary gave me a last hard swat and said, “Well, Lila, have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes!” I whimpered, “Yes! Please, I’ve learned my lesson, please don’t spank me anymore... please...”

Michelle and Lisa giggled.

“Good girl,” Mary said, reaching over to pat me on the head.

“Boy, Lila, your little butt sure is red right now,” Michelle giggled. Then, after a couple of seconds, she asked, “You’re done spanking her?”

“Yeah,” Mary said, “I guess so. I think she’s learned her lesson.”

“Then it’s my turn!” Michelle exclaimed.

“What?” I squeaked. “No! Michelle! No... please don’t...”

Once again, my pleas were greeted with cruel laughter and taunting. Michelle took her sweet time spanking me, pausing a long time between swats to let the suspense build, taunting and teasing me. It was all about the teasing for Michelle, all about enjoying her power to make me squirm. And squirm I did. Michelle wasn’t hitting that hard, but my poor bottom was already so sore from the working-over that Mary had given it, that even the lightest and most playful swats stung like hell and made me jerk and squeal. All the time she was spanking me, Michelle talked and joked, making little noises of mock sympathy when I cried out, telling me how red my butt was getting, scolding me for my futile flinching and struggling. Finally, she gave my stinging bottom a playful little pat and said, “Well, Lila, this sure has been fun, but I think it’s time to give Lisa her turn.”

A jolt of terror shot through me, and I gave an involuntary whimper. It had been Lisa who had suggested tying me up in the first place, Lisa who had suggested baring my bottom. My poor little bottom was already burning and feeling swollen, I was already humiliated nearly to tears, and I suddenly had the terrible feeling that Lisa was going to be a lot harder on me than Mary and Michelle had been. I had a desperate impulse to beg the other two to protect me from Lisa, but of course I knew by now that begging would do me no good.

“Well, well, well,” Lisa said slowly. “All that spanking, and tough little Lila hasn’t started crying yet. I bet I can make her cry.” Then she started spanking me. Not quick flurries of blows like Mary had given me, or the teasing swats that I’d got from Michelle, but a steady, relentless series of firm, well-aimed smacks that went on and on, without pause or pity.

In less than a minute, to my utter humiliation, I was sobbing and bawling uncontrollably as tears poured down my cheeks.

“That’s better,” Lisa said with great satisfaction, and then she went right back to spanking me. I don’t know how long it went on. Eventually she slowed down, and the blows got a bit lighter, with a few harder ones thrown in now and then. All the while, I cried and sobbed like a baby, pleading for mercy whenever I could catch my breath. Even after Lisa finally stopped and cheerfully said, “Okay,” I went on sobbing and pleading for a bit, not sure if it was really over and not really able to stop myself anyway.

Mary, Michelle,and Lisa all crowded around to the head of the bed again, to have a look at me. I tried to hide my red, teary face from them, but they held me in place by the cheeks and chin and hair. I was a mess, and having them all look me in the face, smiling at my wretched state and cooing in mock sympathy, was so humiliating that I sobbed a little bit more. They made more noises of sympathy, not quite as cruel-sounding now, and gently cleaned my face off with Kleenex, even blowing my nose for me. After I was cleaned up a little, my captors (still holding my head so that I couldn’t hide my face from them) had a brief discussion among themselves, and agreed that I’d learned my lesson and that they were ready to untie me (One of them asked me, somewhere in there, if I’d “learned my lesson,” but I could only nod as much as their grips allowed, and make a pathetic whimpering noise that made them all go “Aww”). I almost started crying again from sheer relief and gratitude.

They took their time untying me, partly because they had to, since Lisa’s knotwork had been so tight and thorough and my struggles had pulled everything even tighter, and partly because they enjoyed stopping to tousle my hair and tease me about my bright red bottom, which was still bared for all to see. After I was untied, they sat around giggling, teasing me, and making sympathetic noises as I slowly, painfully got my arms and legs working again. My hands were so asleep, and my shoulders so stiff, that even after I was untied, I had to continue to lie there with my naked bottom exposed for a few minutes before I had enough use of my hands to pull my pajama pants back up.

I was, of course, teased unmercifully until we all went to sleep, and then again the next morning (especially when I had to eat breakfast standing up because my bottom was too sore to sit). When I got home and undressed for a shower, I had a look at my rapidly bruising bottom in the mirror and suddenly realized I was excruciatingly horny, and had to play with myself immediately.

Fortunately, the spanking happened on a Friday night, so I had all weekend to lounge around at home, lying on my stomach while I read and did my homework, and to bring myself to orgasm whenever I thought about my experience. And to start dealing with the fact that I was playing with myself while thinking about being tied up and spanked by my best friends, which was a pretty hefty mindfuck for a Catholic teenager still trying to deal with the fact that she was playing with herself at all. Fortunately, I’d already lost my faith enough by that time that I had no problem with omitting the entire subject from my next Confession.