(time machine spanking story)
Everything what can get us into trouble is attracting us anyhow.
I knew the Headmistress of our Reform school for girls of all ages and her Deputy didn't like us girls playing with the time machine and traveling to various historical eras, because we always fell into trouble there and were lucky to get back anyway. However, once again I could not resist the idea to return to the times and places of my teenage, so I snook into the time machine, set the era early 1980s and the destination DDR, and left for my next time machine trip.
I appeared in the car store, where I went to pick up my new Trabant, which I finally got after ten years of being on waitlist for. I was very happy and could not wait for testing it. My vacation just started, and already before I bought special tent, made to be affixed well to the roof of Trabant. I sat behind the wheel and drove out. I was listening to satisfate roaring of two-stroke engine of my new Trabi, found out I still remembered well how to change gear - like my uncle used to teach me - and was enjoying my first drive with.
Soon I was bored to drive along highways and main roads only, and I decided to try the off-roading. On the first place I could, I turned to some unpaved road and was finding out very soon that the Trabi was able to drive off road very well. I was enjoying it so much that I almost forgot where I was anyway.
I realized it at the moment when somewhere from the side suddenly entered my way the Kübeltrabant in military green color, and the red sign in left hand of the driver was ordering me to stop immediately. And in few seconds, another Kübeltrabant appeared behind my back and its headlights were furiously blicking.
I had no choice, I had to stop.
From each Kübeltrabi got out one woman in the uniform of Grentzgruppen, the border police of DDR, and they were approaching to me, one from the front and one from behind. They ordered me out of my Trabi.
At that moment I realized there was something very wrong.
For a while, they were just looking at me, strictly and suspiciously. Then the taller and slimmer one asked me:
"What are you doing here, Miss?"
I replied, strenuously trying my voice not to tremble: "I am on my vacation trip. I have just got my new car and am testing it."
"Hm," said she, "and you don't know you have entered restricted area? You are in the frontier zone! Or do you perhaps have some permit?"
When hearing that, my lips started shivering my legs shaking.
"But I haven't seen any sign," answered I desperately but the taller policewoman said coldly: "The sign is there, you had to notice it."
Her shorter colleague, who was silent until then, asked me in a little bit more moderate voice:
"And where are you going anyway, Miss?"
I wasn't hesitating with the answer even for a second: "I'm going to the Baltic Sea, I plan to spend my vacation there." And anxiously was looking at them if I had persuaded them.
The taller and noticeably more unapprochable one asked her colleague: "Check her trunk."
The shorter one opened the lid and checked thoroughly the containment of the trunk.
"It looks she really goes to the vacation," said she after closing the lid again.
"That proves nothing!" said very adamantly the taller one. "Maybe she plans to leave everything here and cross the borderline lightly dressed only. It would not be for the first time to happen here."
I was almost going to start crying already. I tried to persuade them again: "But I really don't lie you, I really go to the Baltic, I have just lost my way and have not realized where I am. I don't want to escape, please believe me!" I could not go on, just my eyes were begging for mercy.
Then for a long while there was a silence. They were consulting something in a whisper, heads closely to each other, and were looking at me all the time. In their look was something what was concerning me, but I didn't have time to think about. I was getting ready for the worst in my inner. And was thinking again and again: what will they do with me? Will they bring me to the court and I will be imprisoned, or my Trabi will be taken to me before being allowed to enjoy it anyway, or...?
And suddenly, the taller one interrupted the silence, starting talking to me again: "Well, Miss, we trust you that you are to your vacation trip and just have lost your way." I felt big relief at that moment but she continued: "However, you have entered restricted frontier area, and this is something we must punish you for. Here and now."
"I understand," I bursted out quickly, happy that the worst wouldn't come true. I expected to pay some fine, very likely high one, and be released. How wrong was I....
"Let me finish, Miss." reprimanded me the taller one. "I am just going to explain you what your punishment will be. For the transgression you have commited we administer corporal punishments. So, your punishment consists in following: you will bare your bottom for us and we will spank you on, with the implements we choose and in the number of strokes we decide about."
I stared disbeliefly at her, hoping for the first moment she was just joking. But I recognized from her look she was totally serious.
"But..." was the only what I was able to pronounce. I don't know yet anyway, what I was going to object back then. That corporal punishments were illegal, that I was too old for them, or anything else? I didn't have any time to think about anyway, because the taller policewoman interrupted me immediately:
"Well, Miss, if you don't want to submit to deserved (she emphasized the word 'deserved') corporal punishment, we still can solve it other way. We can arrest you and escort you to the court, and you can be sentenced to the prison. Maybe for months, but maybe for years, if you meet some unmerciful judge, and we know many of them. For years you will be behind the bars, and won't enjoy your new Trabi all that time. If you accept what we offer you, you will be through with immediately, only your bottom will be sore for one week or two. So?"
I was desperately thinking if there was some way out everything of that for me, but I could not find any. I was scared of what was upcoming, and was trying not to show it, but at the same time I realized I started being excited by what was expecting me.
They were looking at me for a while, waiting for my reply, until the shorter one, less strict and even having light compassion with me, asked me moderately: "So, what is your decision, Miss?"
And I heard myself answering in a low voice and being near to tears: "I have no choice."
The taller one put on much kinder face immediately, but asked: "Will you take the spanking then?"
"Yes," said Iin a low voice, bowing my head.
"Good," nodded she satisfately, "then wait for a while now, we will prepare the implements first and then tell you what to do next."
I fixed my eyes on the wide belt holding her pants and instinctively covered my bottom with hands, but she smiled and said: "Oh no, dear, we have something better all around us here, just wait." She looked meaningfully at her shorter colleague and she understood immediately. She took something from her Kübeltrabi and went to the shrubs by the edge of the unpaved road, and after short while she stopped. She opened the pocket knife and cut off two long rods. Then she leant on her Kübeltrabi and started paring the bark from them.
After finishing it, she returned back to her colleague and handed her one of the rods.
"Good choice," commended her the taller one, "I think, these will be good enough for the bottom of our offender," evaluated she the rods.
The shorter one nodded and they both flicked with the rods to the air. I just heard the sound and turned pale, and felt my bottom started knotting.
But I didn't get any time for my feelings, because the taller one addressed me again.
"And now, Miss, open the door of your Trabi, roll down the window and close the door again."
I obediently did what I was ordered, and looked at them what they ask me to do next.
"Good," said the taller policewoman and ordered me to take off my miniskirt and hand it to her colleague. She took it from me and put it aside, on the trunk lid of my Trabi.
And then next order for me followed: "And now, Miss, put your head and main body inside the car and stay so. I want you to have your head, hands and main body inside and stand bent over the car door, do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss policewoman," said I and felt my face was reddening, because I understood immediately what she had in mind.
"Call me comrade," she challenged me in very imperative tone.
"Yes, comrade," I corrected myself immediately.
After taking the ordered position, I heard the steps behind me, and then felt the hands taking the hem of my panties and pulling them slowly down, up to my ankles. I swallowed from the embarassment, and also from the arousal, although I was trying to refuse to admit it...
I felt my shoes to be taken off as well, and finally I was totally nude from the waist down.
A few steps sounded behind me again, and then I heard the voice of the shorter one.
"So, let's start with your punishment, dear. Remember what I tell you now. You will get twenty five strokes from each of us, that is completely fifty, but you will be counting them the following way: The first stroke you will get from your left side, then the first from the right side, then second from the left, second from the right and so it will go on, one after one from each side, til we get to the twenty fifth from the right side. Therefore, you will be counting: 'One from the left' and don't forget to add 'thank you, comrade'. Then 'One from the right. Thank you, comrade', and so forth. Try not to make a mistake, otherwise we start from the first stroke again. Is that clear?"
"Yes, comrade, it is," said I submissively in lightly trembling voice.
I swallowed again, embarassed, scared and excited of what had to come. Then I heard the swish behind me, and my helplessly exposed bare bottom was hit by first stroke.
"Oooooooowwwwwowowow!" screamt I and wanted to cover my poor bottom with my hands, but it was not so easy to do when having them inside the car. I understood again why they wanted me to take my position this way. But I could not think about at that moment, because behind me sounded the voice of the taller one: "We've heard nothing, dear! What we have told you to do after each stroke?"
"To... to count each stroke and thank for it," replied I in tearful voice. "Oh, I am sorry, comrade, I have just forgotten because it hurts so, I am really sorry!"
"It's late to be sorry now, dear," said the taller one. "That's right it hurts you, it is your punishment so it must hurt. If not, we should think we do something wrong. So, we start again, and you remember you will get five strokes more for not counting as ordered. From each side, of course."
"Oh no," whispered I for myself and was trying to hold my tears.
And next stroke hit my bottom and I felt the penetrating pain. And before I could realized it fully, next stroke came. and next and next.
This time I better did not forget to count and thank. I was roaring maybe loudlier than the engine of my Trabi, the silent witness of my pain and humiliating, but they let me scream, because I had my head inside so my squealing was muted. I could not see their faces, but I could imagine well with what pleasure they were listening to mine:
"Ooowwww!!!! One from the left, thank you comrade.... Aaaaaaawwwww!!!!! One from the right, thank youuuuuu comrade! Ouch!!!!!! Two from the left, thank you comrade..... Oooooowwwwiiiiiiieeeee!!!!! Two from the right, thank you comrade...... Owowowowow!!!!!!! Three from the left, thank you comrade.... Oh, it huuuuuurts sooooo!!!! Three from the right, thank you comrade... Oh I'm sorryyyyyyyyyy!!!!! Four from the left, thank you comraaaaade.... Please I won't do it agaaaaaaaain! Oooowww!!!! Four from the right, thank you comrade... Please I am really sorry! Reallyyyyyyyy!!!! Owowowowow!!!!!!! Five from the left, thank you comrade..."
But I could not stop the strokes hitting my poor bare bottom anyway. I felt how it was getting sore more and more, and my double spanking by them seemed to be endless to me. We came to twenty fitth from the right, when they suddenly stopped beating me.
"Let's make a short break before additional punishment now," said the taller one and I only guessed the shorter one nodded she agreed. But then I felt a hand on inner side of my thighs and heard almost kind voice of the taller one: "Put your legs apart, Miss."
I obeyed, scared and excited again of what would come next, and then I felt their hands rubbing my sore bottom.
"Mmmmmmm, what a lovely bottom," I heard them to say lasciviously, "and how many beautiful stripes are on it already. Don't be afraid, dear, we will make you more of them. They are getting so nicely violet.... mmmm..."
And then I felt their hands on the inner side of my thighs again, and suddenly... oh, I felt their fingers between my legs, playing with my powerlessly exposed pussy and softly penetrating inside me, and I felt I was getting aroused again.
"Look, comrade, our offender even likes what we are doing to her. Do you like it, dear?"
I heard the giggling behind me and full of mixed feelings of excitement and embarassment, I said: "No, comrade... oh... yes, comrade."
"So, yes or no?" asked the taller one angrily and addresed her colleague: "Can you hear it? We are making her happyand she perhaps doesn't like it. Or does she? So, how it is, dear?"
I replied with tearful voice: "I... I want to say.... I don't like to be spanked, comrade?"
"Aha," I imagined her gleeful smile hearing her, "and this," I felt her fingers playing with my pussy again, "this you like, don't you?"
"Ohhhhhhhh.... yes, comrade," replied I, feeling I was getting totally wet.
"Naughty girl!" she gave me a spank with her hand. Usually I would take it just as playful spank, but now, after the cruel spanking with the fresh rods, I screamt again: "Ooooooowwwwww! Oh please noo!!!!"
"O. K., let's finish your punishment," said she on. "Only keep in mind: because you are not able to answer clearly when you are asked, I increase your punishment to ten strokes from each side instead of five. And one more change: because we have a lot of things to do and can not spend all the day with you here, we will counting the strokes by ourselves. You can squeal and beg and promise as much as you want, but be sure we won't stop til we come to the tenth stroke from left and tenth from right. Do you understand?"
"Yes... comrade..." said I, unable to hold my tears anymore.
"Good," said she on it, "let's start then."
And in a short while, the rods in their hands were hitting my already very sore bottom again, and I heard them counting one by one. I was not able to beg or promise anymore, I was just crying and whining all the time.
After tenth additional stroke from the right, they released me from my humiliating position. I straightened up, standing nude from waist down in front of them, sobbing and rubbing my bottom.
They were observing me for a while, the taller one triumphantly, the shorter one with light compassion. And it was her who interrupted the silence as first this time. She challenged me kindly:
"Come here, dear."
Still rubbing my sore bottom and with tears in eyes, I made a few steps towards her.
"So, will you be follow better the signs when driving next time?" she asked me.
"Yes, comrade," I answered tearfully.
"And will you enter the restricted frontier area again?"
"No, comrade, I will not do it anymore, I promise," I raised my eyes to her.
"Good, it seems the punishment is helping you to realize what you are not allowed to do," said she and turned to her taller colleague, "Have I forgotten something?"
"She still must thank us," said the taller one.
"Oh, right, we can not release her without," nodded the shorter one and looked at me again. "Kneel down, dear," she challenged me.
The taller one approached us while I was kneeling down. I raised my eyes to them, waiting for their orders.
"Now, dear," addressed me the shorter one again, "you will kiss both of the rods first and say: 'Thank you, dear comrades, for deserved punishment'."
I obediently did that, and they were watching me smiling. Then the tallest one asked: "So, dear, you recognize your punishment has been deserved, that's very good. But now tell us, and sincerely: do you hate us?"
I noticed the shorter one giggled for a moment hearing the question of her colleague, but I, scared I would fall into new trouble if I answer them the way they wouldn't like, said, and was trying it to sound as persuasively as possible: "Oh no, I don't hate you, comrades."
"Does it mean you like us?" asked the shorter one this time.
"Yes, I like you, comrades," answered I without hesitating.
"Nice," she commended me, and added in a voice which like suddenly was almost hugging: "Then you should show us how much do you like us."
She took off her pants, and pulled down her panties. She lightly touched her pussy, and asked me in a low voice: "Kiss me here."
I didn't let her wait even for a while. I pushed desirously my lips to her pussy, and then again and again. And feeling her hands in my hair and hearing her whispering: "Nice, so nice, don't stop," I was giving her pussy one kiss after another, and after a while I let my tongue to taste her. She was not talking anymore, was only sighing of delight.
After my tongue and lips brought her to the climax, she stepped back and made a space for her taller colleague. And I did my best to satisfy her too.
When they dressed back, the shorter one asked me kindly: "So, where will you go now? To the Baltic?"
I bowed sadly my head: "I guess I won't," said I.
"Why, dear?" wanted she to know.
"I can't go there now," I rubbed my sore stripped bottom and was almost crying again, "I can not go sunbathe or swim now..."
"I guess you have planned to go to some FKK, am I right, dear?" asked the taller one. She used common abbreviation for nudist beach, which not just in DDR were assigned as FKK, which meant Freikörperkultur, Free Body Culture.
"Yes, comrade," I confessed.
"And why you could not go there?" said she surprisedly. "To be naked is natural, and the stripes on your bottom can be also called as piece of work of nature," she showed with smile at both rods, lying in the grass.
"But," said I desperately, "I can not display myself naked this way. Everybody will watch me, they will be mocking me..."
"You don't have to worry about that, sweetie," interrupted me the shorter one. "And we will take care of that." She went to her Kübeltrabi, took the pen and small paper from and got back to me. She put the small paper on the roof of my Trabi and wrote some address there. Then she handed it to me. "Look," said she, "you will report yourself to our colleagues on this address. And they will tell you about the FKK beach where - and you can be sure of that - nobody will dare to mock or molest you. We only can not promise you will not be watched by the others, but we are sure you will watch the others curiously too... Well, you'll see."
They both gave me a hug, kissed me and one more time touched lightly my pussy, and the taller one whispered me: "Be more careful next time, dear, and be good." The shorter one held me in embrace a little bit longer, and whispered me: "Go back to the main road the same way you have come. And then go better straight to the Baltic - and don't loose your way again."
They went to their Kübeltrabis, sat behind the wheels, waved me goodbye - and disappeared so unexpectedly like they appeared before.
I slowly dressed back, went to my Trabi and carefully sat behind the wheel.
"Ohhhhh.... owowow... it hurts..." I was whining for a while before starting and leaving.
My next drive up to the Baltic was very painful for me. I put small pillow under my bottom so I was sitting on something soft, but despite of that I had to make stop twice by some lakes and get naked to their cold water, to cool my poor bottom down and give it some relief.
After arrival to Baltic and accomodating myself, I reported myself to the station of DDR Grentzgruppen on the address I got.
They were looking like they were expecting me already. They very kindly explained me how to find the nude beach. It was easy because it was located on the sight from their station.
I went immediately there because I recognized my sore bottom felt much better bare than in tight panties, and besides of that I was looking forward to cool it down thoroughly in Baltic Sea. I found place I liked and got naked, and went to swim first.
When I was returning from the water, I decided to make a short walk along the beach, and for the first time I noticed better the other people on the beach. And for my surprise, most of them were girls and young women, and... many of them had marks of spankings on their bottoms like me.
And I understood immediately, why the policewomen sent me right to this place.
After short thinking, I realized some beautiful blonde girl stood close to me and was watching me with big interest. I could see she also had lot of stripes after rod of cane on her lovely bottom.
She came to me, and lightly nodded her head to the border police station: "Hi," she greeted me, "you have been caught by them too?"
"Yes," answered I, "but not here."
"It seems they had the net across the entire country," she commented it and asked: "What did you do?"
"I lost my way and entered the frontier area," replied I, "and you?"
"I took the photo of the beach with their station on the background," said she," and they stopped me saying I was taking a photo of military object and that I was an imperialist spy. I was trying to explain them I didn't want to make any espionage here, just wanted to have the flag of DDR on my photo. Finally they said they believe me and let me go - but only after severe caning on my bare bottom. So I took the caning, what else could I do?" finished she sadly.
When listening to her experience, so similar to the mine, I realized she was speaking English. I looked curiously at her: "You speak English... you are not german?"
She smiled sadly: "No, I am swedish. I came here to recognize another kind of socialism than in my country - and I really have recognized it now." She looked at me: "Will you escape from me now?"
I assured her immediately: "Oh no, I won't! Why do you think so?"
She replied: "Because many local girls are suddenly afraid to talk to me after finding out I am swedish. They are scared of being accused for contacts with imperialists."
"May they spank me again, but I won't escape from you," said I decisively on it. "What is your name?"
She smiled with much more pleasure: "I am Sandra."
"And I am Yudith," smiled I back, we switched usual: "Nice to meet you." and kissed each other.
Then I suggested her: "So, dear Sandra, what do you think about us to put our towels together now and nurse our bottoms each other a little?"
Sandra liked my idea a lot.
And when, a few minutes later, we were lying nude on our bellys, snuggled to each other, and I felt Sandra's blonde hair on my face and her hand rubbing softly my bottom, same as I was rubbing hers, I started believing my vacation would not be so spoilt after all...