Willow showed her the strap. It was a thick belt, ideal for giving discipline. Willow wound the buckle end around her hand, then struck the top of the table so Tara could hear the loud 'thwack!'. "Take your skirt off and panties down, and bend over the end of the table. This is going to hurt lots - but it's the sort of penalty we'll have when we start getting to the 'high end' of our games."
Tara felt even more attracted to Willow, being commanded by her like this! She had read stories about strappings many times, but had never felt one. She was already getting sexually stirred again, but was thinking "What if I can't take it? What if my desires can only ever be fantasy, because I'm a wimp?"
She dropped her long skirt and skinned down her blue panties, then bent over the table as instructed. Willow told her to grip the edge of the table. "Be brave, Tara!" called Fred encouragingly.
Tara's thoughts ran wild during her strapping:
"Willow is stroking my bottom! It feels good, but I think she just wants me to feel how bare I am. What's the strap going to feel like on my bare skin? She's stepped back, so I'm about to find out!
"Aargh, oh my god, that stings!... Ow, it's much worse than a hand spanking. I knew it would be but... Yeow... it's horrible. Aaaargh, that one went across my lower cheeks and hurt even more. I'd better grip the edge of the table hard. Yeow!
"I've got a feeling I want to cry. But not yet! My bottom's on fire but I think I can take this. Oh no, that one went half onto the top of my thighs, it's agony! I can't help kicking my legs.
"Willow's telling me off, saying I should keep still. I'm trying! I desperately want to wriggle out of the way of that strap - it's all I can do to stay on the table. And the lashes keep coming, I've lost count.
"Ow ow ow, another low one. It's no good, I've started to cry. Willow said she shed some tears from a hairbrush spanking at their first meeting. So I know I'm allowed to cry. But she's paused for a moment, she must be concerned."
"Buffy has come up to look in my teary eyes. She says I can stop any time if I don't want to go ahead with joining the club. But I really want to, even if it means having a good cry at every meeting. It looks like Buffy's going to hold my hand while I get the rest of the licks.
"Oww, Willow's started up again! Is she strapping me softer, or is my bottom so heated up I'm getting used to it? I'm not so scared now. I've put myself in Willow and Buffy's hands. They're hurting me and comforting me at the same time. I trust them. This is what I've always wanted, and it's getting to feel really sexy.
"Uh-oh, I'm in danger of being embarrassed again. The way I'm bending over, they're going to see it if I get too excited. Try not to think about what's happening. Ow! Twelve times twelve is a hundred forty-four. Ow! The capital of Bolivia is La Paz. Ow! The smallest principality in Europe is Fredonia. Ow! It's ruler is Lady Wilhemina Garron. It's no good, I can feel myself getting wet.
"Willow's stopped. Is it to look closely at my pussy? No, she said thirty, it's over!"
Willow helped Tara get up after her strapping. Cordelia said "She should get extra strokes for making a damp patch on the edge of the table".
Tara spun around towards the table, her face going crimson. There was no such patch - Cordelia was joking. But the fact that Tara had actually turned and looked...! Everyone was laughing, as she received sympathetic cuddles from Willow - which went on for an unusually long time...
Her first strapping! Now she knew she could take strong discipline. She felt sore-bottomed but empowered, knowing that desire and performance were synchronized in her. She was a real 'spanko' now!
For a few minutes the euphoria made her forget that the intitiations were not over. They were going to stop for coffee, but then there would be another card draw. She asked Fred how many more penalties there were to go. Faith came over to hear the answer.
"Two" said Fred. "And we decided that the last two spankings will be delivered by - each other!"
Tara's and Faith's eyes met.
