19 comments/ 215862 views/ 26 favorites Spanked by Wife & Her Friends By: smy3th I will not go into detail here on how it came to be, but I, John, have been enslaved by my wife, Lisa. She has managed to put me under her complete control. I must do exactly as she commands at all times, or face punishment. She is in general a stern though loving mistress. She ensures that I behave properly, but rewards good behavior, and has my best interests at heart as long as I behave and serve her well. On the whole, my servitude has overcome my natural inclinations to laziness, procrastination, unhealthful diet, improper lusts and lack of exercise. She has truly "whipped me into shape" and improved my character in many ways. In short, she has made all those improvements in my male defects that women everywhere wish or hope they could make in their men, but usually do not have the power to achieve. My bondage however is severe and complete. I am owned and controlled body and soul. I would of course prefer to return to my more natural habits and behavior, and would do so if she were to relax her control. While I admit to the improvements it has made in me, it is of course utterly humiliating for a male to be so controlled by a female, and aside from this anonymous account that she has required me to write, I try to keep it as secret as I possibly can. Having other people notice how controlled I am, even in small or ordinary ways, is emasculating and humiliating in the extreme. Being seen as "hen-pecked" or "pussy whipped" is about the ultimate embarrassment or indignity for a male. Admitting it, even in secret, is totally humbling and embarrassing. She generally prefers to keep me completely naked around the house. She says she enjoys having a naked male slave serving her and waiting on her attentively, and she says she enjoys watching my body as I go about my duties. It tends to increase her sexual desire, which is fine with both of us, however I have no choice in the matter regardless. I must satisfy her desires, but any sexual pleasure I may be permitted is entirely at her whim. She also says that being able to see at a glance the state of my penis helps her know what I am thinking or feeling. It makes it completely impossible for me to hide my male thoughts from her at any time. It also affords her complete access to my body, for control, discipline or reward (should she so desire) or to use or abuse as she pleases.. She seems to enjoy being so completely in control of me, and being able to all but read my male mind, which of course is primarily centered in my cock and balls. Our back yard is fairly secluded, so when I have to work out in back, she usually keeps me nude. Sometimes, she allows me to wear a thong to keep my prick from getting pricked by the bushes or something, and shoes. When I have to work in the front yard, she puts me in shorts, but I have to strip to enter the house. Working outside with little or nothing on keeps me well tanned. She has total control of my diet and exercise and has me fitter than ever. She says that if she is going to keep a naked slave, he is not going to be just a fat slob husband. She wants to enjoy looking at my body, so she keeps it well toned, and she closely monitors my rigorous exercise plan. She has set me up with a personal trainer at the gym, female of course - as my mistress strongly believes that males need constant female control. My trainer, to my total shame, is completely informed of my enslavement, and has been given authority to command me. This eliminates any need for her to ask or persuade me to do what I need to do She simply orders that I do it or be punished, either on the spot or when my trainer reports any problems to my wife later. While punishment by my wife is bad enough, to be publicly punished in the gym by another woman would add even greater humiliation, so I work very hard to meet her directives. The result is, I have lost about 50 pounds, and am trim and fit. Working out in spandex under the close supervision of my trainer tends to be arousing. It can be quite embarrassing to be so visibly aroused in front of her, but there is no way to conceal it. She finds my situation quite amusing. She may even give me an occasional tweak in my privates if she feels like it. She exploits my enslavement for her amusement and to keep me working as hard as possible. I do still have to go to work during the week to support us. Lisa makes sure I am doing my job well in order to support her well. There is no chance for me to slack off while I am at work, as she reviews my performance evaluations, and keeps track of me during my work day by numerous methods. A web cam in my office allows her check on me and make sure I am staying on task at all times. She has even threatened to call my female boss, or perhaps worse my secretary, and have a discussion with them of my situation. I am always aware that if I fail in any way, such ultimate humiliations are always within my wife's power. Strangely, I find the thought of such ultimate incredible humiliation to be arousing, a fact I am unable to conceal from my wife, just as I am unable to conceal anything from her. But though imagining such a humiliation is arousing, the reality would be horrible beyond imagining. A primary means of her control over me is the clear plastic chastity tube she has installed on the end of my penis. It prevents me from any unauthorized touching, so my sexual release is completely under her control at all times. Further, it does not even allow me to pee without her permission, ensuring her absolute and complete control over my body and mind. The device does not restrict my erections in any way, which is fortunate, as her control keeps me highly sexually aroused a great deal of the time. This also allows her to easily note my arousal at a glance, which increases her ability to control me. She makes sure that I pee just before I go to work in the morning. Of course, by the time I get home, I am quite desperate to pee, and am in considerable discomfort from my full bladder. That certainly assures that I hurry right home without any dawdling. Once or twice, I have gotten desperate and had to call her during the day and beg to be allowed to pee, and she has had to drive down to unlock my cock. I had to be punished later for her inconvenience, so I try to drink as little as possible during the day. That has completely cured me of my caffeine addiction, and having alcohol with lunch is completely out of the question, which also keeps me working hard all day (in more ways than one). Usually when I get home, she has reserved the time to assure my discipline and good behavior. I am required to immediately strip completely naked as soon as I come in the back door. I must then present myself for her inspection, then with her permission, drop to all fours to kiss her feet, and then beg to be allowed to pee. Sometimes she is busy when I get home in which case of course I just have to wait as patiently as I can, and not disturb her in whatever she may be doing. If she is talking on the phone or whatever, she certainly does not want me interrupting her with my "problem" like a little boy nagging at her to ask to go pee-pee. So if I see that she is busy, I must stand quietly, naked, out of her way, with my bladder ready to burst. and my penis locked up in her control device, usually hard as a rock as well, which means that even after she releases the pee-lock, it is still pretty hard to pee through my erection. I try not to whine or dance too much, as it will only earn me some discipline of one sort or another, maybe a paddling on the spot, a spanking a little later, a night without sexual release, or just having to wait even longer to pee. If I am good and wait patiently without bothering her, she is apt to reward me with a little light stroking of my penis after my pee, or some kindly petting of my bare bottom. One day, I came home from work as usual desperate for permission to pee, to find my wife having coffee at the dining room table with two of her women friends, Wendy and Janet. All three are all quite attractive women who would turn heads anywhere. I knew the rule, that I was supposed to strip immediately and present myself naked for inspection, but I didn't want to do that in front of her friends. In addition to the fear of being exposed naked (which would be bad in enough), I also feared the humiliation of having my chastity tube shown to them, and then the likely explanation of my slavery that is the reason for it. That would be just way too embarrassing. Not only that day, but anytime I ever saw them in the future, I would be humiliated again by their knowing my situation. I walked into the dining room and said hello to them, then leaned down to whisper in my wife's ear to please not make me strip in front of her friends and to please let me pee in private. As you can imagine, she was quite annoyed, both because I was interrupting her conversation, and also because I was ignoring her clear rules. She turned and told me sternly to quit avoiding it and get stripped immediately, and that I would certainly need to be punished for my disobedience. Well, I turned beet red with embarrassment, and her two friends jaws dropped open in amazement. I knew there was no way out, and very reluctantly began to remove my clothes. Wendy and Janet started looking a little embarrassed also. Wendy said maybe they should leave us alone. But Lisa insisted they stay: "Oh, don't go. You are both married, so you've both seen naked men before. I think you should stay and see this. Besides, he really needs to be disciplined and having you here will help make the point." Lisa told her friends not to worry, that I was completely in her control and required to obey her every command as her slave. Their initial embarrassment turned to amusement as they saw how I was forced to do whatever Lisa demanded, and they began giggling as got my shirt off and dropped my slacks to reveal a thong brief. I hesitated at that point, only to receive a very stern swat on a bare bun as my wife told me to quit dawdling and get naked this instant. "Will he really do anything you tell him to?" Janet asked. "You really have him that well trained?" "Given his present condition, he really has no choice, and besides that he'd darn well better, or I'll tan his little bottom, or worse, and he knows it." Since I had just stripped to my thong brief in front of three women and had my bottom swatted, it was pretty obvious that she was right. Humiliating though it was, I slipped the thong right off, to reveal my locked up genitals, which provoked huge giggles from the women, and resulted in my blushing from head to toe. My penis was now shriveling in its tube at my acute shame. The intense giggling from Wendy and Janet didn't stop them from checking out my body with their eyes. My hands involuntarily went to the "fig leaf" position as I stood there for inspection. Lisa picked up her long handled wooden spoon and rapped my knuckles, forcing me to quickly jerk my hands away. She then used the spoon to deliver three stinging spanks to my bare behind, leaving it even redder than the rest of me. She rather crossly told me: "You know better than to try to cover your cock in front of me. Now behave yourself and quit acting up in front of my company. You are embarrassing me with your reluctant obedience. You will have to be punished for your slowness to obey. Continuing to be naughty like that will make it much worse for you. Now behave yourself! Well, I don't know which was more humiliating, the "dressing down" or the undressing, but either way, I didn't think it could get much worse. It required great effort for me to resist trying to cover up with my hands. My wife pointed to the floor and snapped her fingers, requiring me to drop to kiss her feet. The other two ladies were quite amazed at my docility. Now completely naked and humiliated at my slavery anyway, I again begged for my wife to please let me pee, but since I had annoyed her by interrupting her friends' visit, she told me I would have to wait a bit longer, and to go stand in the corner until she was ready. I went to the corner and assumed the "parade rest" position, facing out, with my hand behind my back and feet apart. Lisa then explained things in a bit more detail to her still amused and giggling girlfriends while I stood, utterly shamed in the corner facing them. As they listened and asked questions, they kept glancing over at me, and looking me up and down appraisingly. I felt my penis begin to swell, which they were quick to notice and comment on. Finally, Lisa called me back over to, hefted by cock and showed them the chastity tube. Wendy said: "Wow, Lisa, for months you've told us you had him under control, but until now, it was hard to believe. That penis lock really does work!" This came as a huge shock to me. What I had thought was my secret shame, had been a lot more public than I knew: That was when I realized this was not entirely news to Wendy and Janet, but that Lisa had already told them about her control over me. Until that moment, even standing there naked, spanked, ordered, scolded and controlled in front of Lisa's girlfriends, I had still hoped that my humiliation would not be known outside that room. Now I knew that my secret was already out. Suddenly I realized why Wendy and Janet had been giving me strange looks for months whenever they were around me. It hadn't been too overt, but they had tended to smile or giggle at me as if my fly were open or something, which had been making me uncomfortable. I was wondering if maybe the penis tube had been slightly visible through my pants. Now I understood that they had known about it for months, and had been smirking about not only that, but about what a sissy I was, being completely controlled by my wife. I should have known that women tell each other almost everything about their husbands.. Now I was wondering how many others knew, and just how public my slavery really was? Even knowing I was not allowed to speak, I almost asked anyway, but I knew asking would only get me another spanking. Lisa would tell me what she wanted me to know, whenever she wanted to tell me, and asking would only delay me getting to pee, for which my need was now so great, I was barely able to stand still and upright. As I began fidgeting, standing there next to Lisa, she told me to stand still and be quiet while she finished her conversation. The girls started talking among themselves again, laughing and giggling. I can't honestly say I could follow the conversation, as I was too distracted by my focus on my bladder, my stinging butt, and my embarrassment at my nakedness. In addition, as she talked, Lisa began sort of idly fondling my balls. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to what she was doing, just sort of absent mindedly massaging them. This was pretty hard to stand still for, but I did my best. My penis, which had gone soft from the embarrassment, started hardening, lengthening and rising, much to my further embarrassment. Getting an obvious erection in front of females is acutely embarrassing. I think it is because it lets the female read the male's mind and know how much he craves her attentions. It is humiliating to be so much at the mercy of female whim, and for them to know how much power they hold over us. Wendy and Janet were facing me and were clearly noticing my growing problem, much to their interest and amusement, though they just continued their female gossip with Lisa for a while, but when that subject was done, Janet pointed out my erection to Lisa, and asked how the chastity device worked. Lisa ordered me to go around next to Wendy and Janet, so they could get a closer look and feel. As they examined it, she explained how it worked and what it did. Unfortunately for my embarrassment, their manipulations and my exposure caused me to become ever more aroused, to my ever greater humiliation. By this time, the pain from my bladder was unendurable, and I just couldn't stand it any more. I again dropped to all fours, kissed Lisa's feet, and begged her to please, please let me pee. She was not at all pleased. With the wooden spoon she whacked my rear (which was sticking up in the air) and said: "Young man, your silly male needs should never interfere with my orders, and you've just earned a severe spanking when I get to it. But since I want to show the girls how the tube works anyway, I will let you pee now, but you have to do it here where they can watch. Go get a pitcher to pee in and be quick about it." Having to pee in front of spectators is not easy for me, even in front of other men. It is also extremely embarrassing. I had learned to do it in front of Lisa, but the audience of Wendy and Janet seemed far worse. I really didn't have a choice though. I went to the kitchen to get a half gallon pitcher, then came back to Lisa's side of the table. She said, "No, John, you need to come back to where Wendy and Janet can get a close look." That was just what I was afraid of. On wobbling knees, I went over to their side of the table. My penis was fully erect inside its clear tube. I set the pitcher on the table. Lisa got a pair of handcuffs from a drawer and gave me the command: "Hands!" I put my hands behind my back and she cuffed them there. She explained to Wendy and Janet that since I was well trained she usually didn't bother with the cuffs, but given how naughty I had been, she thought it would be good to demonstrate the whole training process and to keep me always under lock and key in one way or another. Then she showed them how the penis control device worked. The device consists of a clear tube about two inches long, closed on the end with a rounded cap shaped more or less like the end of the penis. When locked in place, the tube covers the sensitive glans end part of the penis. It locks in place by two clips that go through two piercings in the glans of the penis, one on each side. (I will save the story of being taken for the piercing for later). So it sort of "floats" out at the end of the penis, moving in or out as the penis hardens or softens. It is just large enough in diameter to allow for my fully enlarged sexually aroused state, and fits loosely when my penis shrinks. In my soft state, it covers my whole penis and pushes against my balls. In my hard state, it only covers the end, but stops me from masturbating, since I can't touch the sensitive part. I can get aroused, but then I can't do anything about it but get frustrated. A urinary plug about one inch long protrudes inside from the center of the end cap. When the cap is put in place, the urinary plug fits up into the urethra about and inch and a half. The plug needs a little lubricant when being put in place to allow it to stick up inside the urethra. The plug is hollow and flexible. After it is inside my cock, a little rod is forced up inside it from the outer end, forcing it to swell out and block off the urethra. Under extreme pressure, I can force a little urine to leak out around the plug, but it puddles in the tube and then wets my pants or the floor, and I can't get enough pee out to relieve myself, so I don't try that. Aside from the embarrassment of peeing my pants, it would also get me a switching when Lisa found out. I suppose you might wonder why I don't just rip the thing off and free myself from enslavement, but to do so would likely result in serious damage to my cock. I even tried one time to just pull it off, but there was just no way it was going to happen. I was well and truly under Lisa's control. Janet asked: "Wow, this cock lock is neat. Did you make this yourself, or did you buy it somewhere." "Oh, no" Lisa answered. "I didn't bother with it myself. I just had John figure it out and make it. Males spend half their time thinking about their penises anyway, so getting them to work on anything to do with their penis is no problem at all. Males are so silly. I will never understand male fascination with body parts. If they aren't thinking about their dick, they are thinking about tits, butts and vaginas. I can't imagine how a few body parts can be such an endless source of interest for them. It's really infantile, but that's the way they are, so we might as well take advantage of it, and use it to get them to serve us." Spanked by Wife & Her Friends Ch. 02 This is a continuation of my first story: ("Spanked by his Wife and Her Friends"). I recommend reading the first episode first, but that's up to you. Hopefully it is obvious that this story is about female domination of a male. ----------------------------------------------- Lisa's friends Wendy and Janet said they needed to get going, so Lisa told John to show them to the door. John led the way, conscious of them watching his red, naked ass as he walked. He was in shock from the experience of being displayed and punished in front of (and by) these ladies. He couldn't imagine ever looking them in the eye again. He tried to decide how to open the front door for them without flashing the world outside. He made sure he was behind it as he opened it. They both paused and looked him up and down one last time. Wendy patted his sore bottom and giggled. Janet gave his penis a little tug and patted his cheek as they went by. They were laughing to each other as they went down the walk to their cars. John was dying of embarrassment. As soon as he closed the front door, Lisa yelled for him to get his ass into the bedroom immediately. He hurried to the bedroom, hoping he wasn't going to get any more spankings. When he got there, Lisa was finishing stripping off her clothes. The last bit was her panties, which she slid down her legs and stepped out of, leaving her stark naked. "Damn, John, that was the hottest thing I've ever done. Showing you off for the girls was soooo delicious. Taking you over my knees while they watched almost made me cum. Holding you in the palm of my hand while they watched in awe was such an incredible turn-on. Gawd, I can't stand it any more. I need an orgasm like crazy." She sat down on the side of the bed, then lay back with her legs hanging off the edge, displaying herself. John started getting a renewed hard-on just looking at her showing him her pussy. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short. He could see her lips opened to reveal the wet pink insides of her sex. "Get over here and lick my pussy. Suck it until you make me come, you nasty slave boy, you." John was more than eager to obey this order. He loved eating pussy. Ironically, before Lisa had enslaved him, she didn't very often let him pleasure her orally. After she made him her slave, she suddenly got more interested in being serviced that way. As far as John was concerned, that alone made his slavery worth while. John got down on his knees in front of Lisa's splayed legs. He rested his hands on her inner thighs and began kissing his way up both legs, starting just above her knees and alternating between them. His cock began to stiffen inside its protective plastic cap. Lisa was remembering ordering her naked man around in front of her friends, humiliating him at her whim, displaying the total control she had over him. She reveled in the feelings of power and control. It made her feel hot, flushed, and tingly all over. Lisa began rubbing her nipples with both hands. Her pelvis began almost involuntarily squirming. John kept a slow progress up toward her open vagina. Just as his kisses were about to land there, he moved up to her navel and started kissing his way back down, covering her belly with little sucking kisses and nibbles. His cock was rock hard, throbbing and dying to be touched, caressed, stroked. He wished he could at least squeeze it between his thighs, but that damnable contraption prevented any contact with the sensitive head. With his right hand he spread her lower lips open a little more, finding her juicy hole and sliding a finger into her. With his left hand he found the top of her slit and began very lightly brushing his fingertips in a circular pattern, stroking the hood, touching the labia, feeling around the edges, spreading the labia to expose her clitoris even more. The pressure in his cock was almost unendurable. "Quit goofing around down there and get to it. Suck my clit NOW!" John obediently began flicking her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked up across it. Lisa was moaning with pleasure and pinching her own nipples. John put two fingers into her opening and worked them back and forth. He puckered his lips around her clit, imagining her lips around his entrapped cock which was suffering dearly for lack of attention. Lisa was groaning in barely discernible words, like talking in her sleep, as she thrashed about and moaned in the extreme pleasure she was getting from John's service. Her words started getting louder and more distinct. "My fuck slave. My sex slave. My boy toy. My slut slave. Fuck slave. Ohhhhhh, I own you." The thoughts of controlling this male and subjecting him to her will, having him abjectly serving, pleasuring, worshipping her, was exciting her, amplifying her lust, driving her to rapture. Lisa lifted her legs up and planted her feet on John's shoulders. She was bucking and straining. Suddenly, it was as if the dam burst. She quivered from head to toe, spasming in ecstasy. Waves of bliss rolled up and down her body. She could feel a head rush. There was an explosion of warmth in her vagina. Fluid leaked out, as John sucked it into his mouth. As one orgasmic wave died down, John returned to flicking her clit and another wave crested across her. She began moaning, Oh - god; oh - God; Oh - God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oooooh. John could barely keep his mouth on her pussy because of her feet pressing harder and harder against his shoulders. She clenched her fists. Her feet pointed. Her toes curled. Her back arched. Her ass lifted off the bed. A series of violent convulsions rippled through her body. Finally, out of sheer exhaustion, she couldn't take it any more. She pushed John away with her feet and slumped back, fully sated. John fell backwards and lay there watching her lovely pussy dripping with her juices, wishing he could put his penis inside it and feel its warm caress. Lisa lay there for several minutes, just breathing and feeling the after-bliss filling her completely. She was in a semi-dream state, not sleeping, but not fully awake either. John wanted to beg to fuck her, but he knew it would only irritate her. Pressuring her for sexual favors was never a good idea. He continued to kneel on the floor at her feet, her drenched pussy staring back at him. Finally, Lisa began to stir. She pulled herself all the way up on the bed and lay there panting for a minute. She snapped her fingers for John to come to attention next to the bed. He jumped up and stood there, his hard, swollen, aching cock sticking out towards her, longingly, encased in its plastic cage. "Did you like being punished in front of my friends, John?" He shook his head wildly. "No, it was totally humiliating. I always thought my subjection to you was our deep, private secret. I never thought you would exhibit me to others. Now my is secret out. I was totally ashamed and embarrassed. How can I ever face them again? How can I face anyone again, because the girls will talk about it. I will never know who else knows about me being a pussy-whipped wimp." "Oh, John, I saw how aroused it made you and how hard it made you cum. I think deep down you enjoy being exhibited. You enjoyed being the naked center of female attention. You loved knowing that the girls were enjoying playing with your body. It aroused you tremendously. You liked being sexually controlled and manipulated. You hated it in some ways, but you loved it at the same time." John replied: "I couldn't hide or deny my arousal. That was obvious to all of you. That was part of what was so humiliating: having them see how it turned me on. I know, hard as it is to take some times, that your control of me has been good for me. I just wasn't ready for this. I have gotten used to serving and obeying you and being naked for you all the time, but being put on display for other women was something else. And besides that, my ass hurts like hell!" "I know, John, it was 'something else' for me as well: a huge turn-on. I think you deserve a little treat for giving me that mind blowing experience. Would you like me to fuck you, honey?" (She never described fucking as something he did to her, but as something she did to him. He no longer fucked her. She fucked him. She was the master, the aggressor, the controller. She dictated the terms of his surrender to her body.) "Oh, you know I would." Getting up, she told him to lie down on his back in the center of the bed. Gingerly he lay down, his sore, spanked butt against the sheets reminding him of his recent punishments. She kept cuffs permanently attached to the headboard for this purpose. She strapped his wrists securely with them. Taking the key on her necklace, she unlocked and removed the cock lock, freeing his penis from its confinement at last! She straddled his torso, trapping his swollen cock against his abdomen under her soaking slit. She gently rubbed herself against his cock, feeling it slide through her sensitive folds and against her tingling clit. She pleasured herself against his cock, causing shivers in both of them. She looked down at him with a smile of ownership, enjoying the look and feel of her slave. She leaned down and kissed his pussy-juice covered mouth, forcing her tongue between his lips. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, feeling her large nipples rubbing against his small ones. John was squirming beneath her, the friction on the underside of his cock causing shivers, but desperately wanting to get inside her, seeking, wanting, needing to feel her around him, enclosing him. His hips almost involuntarily began rocking, rhythmically thrusting. His sore, inflamed ass pressed against the bed, but the pleasure in his penis overcame the pain in his butt. Lisa sat up from her kiss. Her eyes locked on his, holding his gaze, staring into his eyes, seeing the feelings of desire, need, lust, pleasure, and also of submission and supplication playing across his face. Maintaining eye contact, she raised her butt up, freeing his entrapped cock slowly from beneath her slit. His shaft stuck up almost vertically. Raising her cunt over the end of his cock, she grasped his shaft with her fist, squeezing it possessively, feeling it, owning it. She positioned the end of his dick at her opening, enjoying the sensation of it touching the outside of her slick sex. Holding that position, she wriggled, causing John to gasp at the sensation. She eased her soaking wet pussy very slowly, inch by inch, down onto his cock, feeling herself filled with him. She then began slowly working herself on his cock while she watched his eyes. He started to close his eyes, and she stopped. "I want you to keep your eyes open and keep looking at me. If you break eye contact, I will stop." She liked to feel her domination of him. Forcing him to look at her gave her a rush of power. She then began slowly stroking up and down on his cock. It felt lovely inside her. Bracing her hands on his chest, she raised and lowered her butt, up and down on his cock. Heedless of the soreness of his well-spanked and paddled butt, John began thrusting up against her, seeking to embed himself as far within her as he could reach; seeking the motion, the friction, the tightness. Lisa relaxed down onto him, stopping her motion, though he continued to buck beneath her. "Do you think you deserve to be pleasured by me like this, John?" John blanched, fearing she would stop. "I don't know, Lisa, but please take me anyway. Please let me cum inside you." She could read the fear and desperation on his face. Lisa smiled. She moved her hands, reaching down underneath him, forcing her hands under his butt, her fingers and palms pressing against the hot, red, sore skin of his behind. He groaned, feeling every mark and bruise on his ass as she rubbed her fingers over them. She grasped the cheeks in her hands, squeezing them, kneading them, massaging them. "Do you know how much I like owning you John? I absolutely love it. It turns me on so much to be in control, to have your strong body in submission to my will. It makes my pussy hot just thinking about it." Almost without her will, her hot pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing it, as yet another wave of her warm juices lubricated the junction of their bodies. Lisa pulled her hands out from beneath him and put one to her breasts and the other to the top of her slit. She began very gently rocking herself on his cock while pleasuring her tits and her clit with her hands. John was straining against her, arching his back, pressing harder and harder up into her. She could see his muscles tensing, straining, rippling all over his body. She could feel him moving under her, like the feel of a galloping horse between her thighs. She thought of the similarity, she at the reins and he controlled as if with a bit to move as she directed. John began bucking and thrashing wildly under her, thrusting, bouncing, surging, straining for relief, heaving her up and down on him. She reveled in the strength of his need for her body on his. She felt another release coming over her. The muscles in her cunt contracted in waves around his hot, hard surging cock. She felt the rush, from her center out toward her head and her feet. She pinched her tit, squeezed her clit, and went rigid with orgasmic bliss, throwing her head back, arching her back, loving the feel of him under her, captured in her. Hers. John felt her power over him to his very core, the control, the ownership. He felt himself under her in every sense, at her mercy, a slave to her will. Hers. The contractions of her pussy walls around him brought John finally over the edge. He could feel the cum burning its way up his cock, spurting insider her. He went rigid, his back arched, his butt entirely raised off the bed. His cock thrust hard inside her convulsing cunt. The waves of pleasure washed over him as well, squirting, spurting, surging, the rapture taking him by force. He grunted. He groaned. His gut clenched and released. He felt himself being milked of his seed, sucked into her. As she threw her head back, breaking eye contact with him, his eyes scanned down to her lovely breasts, her heaving stomach, and then he allowed his eyes to close as the ecstasy took over his consciousness. As they both came down from their highs, Lisa collapsed onto John's chest. They lay joined together, sated, spent, and then together they drifted to sleep. The next day, life returned more or less to "normal" for John and Lisa; at least what passed for normal for a husband kept as a naked slave to his wife. John went about his job and home duties under Lisa's watchful oversight. Every day, rushing home from work, he was filled with trepidation, worrying about who Lisa might decide to display him to, but every day she was alone when he rushed in, stripped off his clothes, and presented himself naked to Lisa. Every day, she would question him carefully about how he had behaved at work that day before she removed his cock lock to allow him to relieve his achingly full bladder. Lisa required that he account for every minute of his time during the day, assuring that he was serving his employer well so that he would continue to support them well. Presenting himself for her inspection, standing naked in front of her, John felt so exposed and vulnerable that it was impossible for him to lie to her. He felt she could see right through him, or through any possible subterfuge. She asked if he had been looking at any porn during the day, making sure he wasn't going to wrong places on the Internet over the company computers. She asked if he had attempted to masturbate in any way (though the cock lock would have prevented any possibility of orgasm). She asked if he had been looking at other women or daydreaming about sex. She observed him carefully as she questioned him, noticing any hesitations, blushes, twitches or any beginning signs of arousal (or the shriveling of fear). Of course, he could not deny that he thought about sex. A certain amount of thinking about it was OK, as long as he didn't overdo it. But with a butt so sore he could hardly stand to sit he could not help but remember how it got that way, which inevitably made him hard, and he would confess this to Lisa. When Lisa was assured that he had behaved himself, she cuffed his wrists behind his back, removed the cock lock, and allowed him to pee. Sometimes she would accompany him to the bathroom to aim his cock for him while he peed. Other times, she would tell him to sit down while he did it. Or, if he didn't get an erection, he could stand over the toilet and aim it with his body. He knew he would have to clean up if he missed. While his orgasms were strictly limited and controlled, his first pee after getting home was virtually orgasmic, having been held back for over eight hours. After getting locked up again, John, naked, would then fix their dinner, clean things up, handle all the dirty work around the house and be ready for whatever Lisa needed. Given that his butt was very sore from his ass whipping, he didn't feel like spending any extra time sitting down, so there was little temptation for him to slack off. The day after his severe spanking and paddling, John's sore, bruised behind began turning from red to blue to purple with various shades of colors. Lisa loved to give it a feel whenever he was near her. Often, when he had been facing away and turned toward her he would find she had been staring at his butt. This was not totally unusual; after all, she kept him naked all the time partly because she enjoyed looking at him that way and touching him, but he noticed a particularly frequent pattern of her staring at his multi-colored butt with an enigmatic smile. When he turned, her eyes would then focus on his locked cock. Then her gaze would drift up his body to his face, lingering there with her same soft smile: a smile that got bigger when she made eye contact with him. Their sex life also returned somewhat to "normal." John was available to service Lisa whenever she felt like it. It did seem like she felt like it more frequently over the next week. It was also obvious from her murmurings that Lisa was often reliving the experience of showing off her control over him as he brought her to the ecstatic throes of orgasm. Lisa almost always fucked John once at night, unless he had in some way misbehaved or displeased her. The week following his spanking, however, he was happy to find that she wanted his cock in the morning when she awoke as well. Three days after his spanking, one of John's nightmares was realized. Lisa had sent him to the supermarket. He was in the "feminine hygiene" section getting some tampons and pads for Lisa. Like most men, he didn't really like even going down that aisle, much less stopping and carefully selecting the right products there. It was after all, the "feminine" aisle, not a masculine one. He felt embarrassed to be in that aisle looking at female stuff. It was a place he didn't like to linger lest someone see him and think him either pussy whipped (which he was) or perverted. John was standing there trying to make sure he got the right products (let see, with wings or without wings? Light days or heavy? Absorbent or Super Absorbent?) when who should he see coming down the aisle but Lisa's friend Janet? Janet was wearing a beige business suit with a pleated above the knee skirt. The skirt revealed shapely calves and the hint of shapely thighs. He knew she played a lot of tennis and was in good shape (he'd experienced her "forehand" up close and personal three days before), but he wasn't thinking about her playing tennis as she came toward him. He was thinking about her thighs, with him laid across them, bare-assed naked, squirming, kicking, crying, and his ultimate humiliation as he squirted semen between her thighs. He had feared trying to look her in the eye after she had helped humiliate him, taken him naked over her knee, paddled his ass, seen his arousal, and made him cum. If he could have run, he would have, but he had a schedule to meet to get what Lisa wanted and get home, with little time to spare. As she came down the aisle toward him, she also seemed a bit embarrassed at first. They both blushed. She giggled. She looked him up and down appraisingly. He was wearing his out-in-public uniform of tight slacks and tight t-shirt. The slacks did not leave a lot of maneuvering room inside for his cock. Spanked by Wife & Her Friends Ch. 02 "Well, hello, John," Janet said, her giggle turning to a broad, knowing grin. "Is your bottom still sore?" Still blushing, he replied: "Are you kidding, Janet? It's sore as hell." While talking to her was not quite as humiliating as lying naked across her lap while she paddled his bare butt, it was close to it. He couldn't help flashing back to that experience. He knew that she knew he was totally controlled by his wife. He knew that she knew how that turned him on. He knew that she knew that his cock was kept under lock and key by his wife. He knew Janet remembered his orgasm while being paddled. He knew that Janet knew some of his deepest most shameful secrets. He assumed she also was picturing him naked, exposed, humbled and spanked. He was right about that. "So, can I see how sore it is?" She asked. "What?" he asked, blanching. "Right here?" "Well, I guess not, so maybe I'll just have to feel instead." She reached around and gently stroked his butt through his slacks. "Ummm, warm. I'll bet that bruised butt looks spectacular." John blushed even more deeply. Although he was fully clothed, he now felt naked in front of Janet, as if she could see right through his clothes, with her having already seen about all there was to see. His embarrassment was not so much because she had seen him naked. Having a woman admire his naked body was a fine thing. What was embarrassing was thinking that she had seen how Lisa controlled him; had witnessed and participated in humiliating him; that she had seen how he responded with sexual arousal to that treatment. Having her know that about him made John feel like she could see inside his head and read his dirty thoughts. Unfortunately, the gentle touch of a warm soft feminine hand on his sore butt was not only embarrassing, but also somewhat comforting and a bit arousing. He felt things starting to stir on his front side. This was not lost to Janet. She looked down at the front of his tight slacks, and could see the edges of his cock lock pressed hard against the cloth by his stiffening cock. She giggled again: "I really had fun with you the other day, John. That was one of the better 'social visits' I've ever had. I wouldn't mind doing that again some time. Tell Lisa for me that I said you have a hot butt. Oh, and make sure you get her the right tampons and pads. I wouldn't like to be in your position if you brought home the wrong ones and I know just what 'position' that would be." She reached down with her other hand to the front of his slacks and felt the outlines of his cock and its cage, giving it a bit of a caress. "Tell Lisa I'd like to come over the next time you need a spanking and help out," she said with a smirk. "You will tell her what I've told you, won't you, John?" John felt tongue tied. He felt as if he were about nine years old, when women (mothers, teachers, baby sitters) were so in control of him. Even though he was now a good eight inches taller than Janet, she made him feel about four feet tall. John blushed again. He was also scared to death that she would do just what she said and help with another spanking. His hands felt like covering his rear, though he kept them clenched on the handle of the shopping cart. His knees felt weak, and he needed the cart to support himself. He stammered. He managed to croak out a sheepish, "Yes, ma'am." Janet stared boldly into his eyes. She searched his face. John looked down at the floor. Janet took his chin and raised his head up to look her in the eyes. She held him by the chin as she carefully observed his expression. She had blue eyes. They were piercing him. They looked into his with a look that said: "I know what's inside your head, you naughty little boy." John went from blushing to pale as he saw in her eyes the desire to punish him. He didn't know why she would want to. He had never done anything to hurt her. Truth be told, he barely knew her. Janet was Lisa's friend and confidant, not his. But he could see something in her face that said she was enjoying embarrassing and dominating him. The worst of it was he couldn't decide whether he truly feared her spanking him or craved it. It was both. She watched these thoughts and the resulting emotions playing across his eyes, his mouth, the crinkles on his cheeks and forehead. She pinched his cheek. Again, he felt reduced to the status of a boy in front of a woman with authority over him. At the same time, he felt his erection growing. If he were actually still a boy, he would have raced home, run to his room, gotten under the covers and masturbated furiously, squirting inside his tighty-whitey underwear. Actually, he would have done that even now if Lisa hadn't locked up his cock and taken away his underwear. He was pretty sure that Janet could see all that. She could see it on his face. She could see it under the front of his pants. She could see it in the shivers that ran over him as she touched him. Or perhaps, she just knew the fixation that boys have on their penises. That's no secret. He often wondered if women looked at boys and knew how much they were thinking about their cocks. In this case, it was clear that Janet had a darned good idea. Thinking about that had the obvious effect of making him think about his cock all the more. "John honey, please be a dear and reach down there to the bottom shelf and get some of those Tampax for me, will you? she asked, pointing at the ones she wanted. He was actually thankful for an excuse to break eye contact and turn away from her. He knelt down, between Janet and the shelf and picked out a box of Tampax. Try as he might, he couldn't help seeing her shapely calves, her knees, the bottom hem of her skirt right in front of his face, imagining what was up higher out of his sight. He stood up and held the box out for her. Slowly, looking him in the face again, she brought her hand up to the box. Very slowly, she touched it with a finger tip, stroking it sensually with her index finger, caressing the box with more finger tips, and finally closing her hand around it and slowly drawing it from his hand. "Good boy, John" she said. "Did you enjoy the view from down there?" Damn, he thought, she can read my mind. "Yes, ma'am," he managed to say. She grinned at him: "I hope to see you again soon, John. Try to be a good boy." With a merry laugh, she looked him up and down a last time and slowly turned and pushed her cart on down the aisle. He followed her with his eyes, admiring her butt beneath her swishing skirt. His cock stiffened again as he imagined what that butt would look like with the skirt flipped up. As she got to the end of the aisle and turned the corner, she took a last look back at him, saw where his eyes were looking, wriggled her butt at him sexily, and gave him an amused smirk. Somehow, he had a feeling that staring at Janet's ass was not a good thing for his own ass. He shivered. Then John rushed to finish Lisa's shopping so he could get home before he got into any more embarrassing situations. Somehow though, every woman he met, whether another shopper, or the checkout clerk, seemed to be looking at him knowingly. John couldn't help but wonder how many other women Janet or Lisa or Wendy might have told about his humiliation. He had the feeling he might be a big topic of conversation in neighborhood female gossip. He couldn't tell if it was paranoid imagining or if the story was all over town. Every time a woman looked at him, maybe smiled at him, let her eyes linger on him for just a second, he couldn't help imagining she was thinking about him naked over her lap. Every time he heard female giggles behind him he got a weird feeling as if his red-hot butt could be seen glowing through the seat of his pants. Every time a woman was facing towards him he imagined they were seeing the outline of his cock lock through his pants. It scared him. It made him feel panicky. He felt exposed. Yet it also aroused him, which resulted in him feeling all the more exposed. His cock was pushing out hard against his slacks. He didn't know how visible or obvious it might be, but it made him feel that people could tell. He could hardly wait to get safely home, where only Lisa would be looking at him. He wondered if he would ever be able to go out in public again without these feelings. What had Lisa done to him? *** To be continued. Your comments (public or private) and your votes will be greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you thought about my story. I will try to reply to non-anonymous comments. Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Spanked by Wife & Her Friends This provoked nods, knowing smirks and giggles all around. All this went on with them huddled around examining my penis and how this control device fit on it, with me standing there as if I were just a pet or something. Actually, maybe that's not too far wrong. Well, I was a pet whose hands were cuffed behind him and who desperately needed to piss. Finally, Lisa said they were going to let me pee. She asked Janet to hold the pitcher, and told Wendy to hold my penis pointing into the pitcher, since I obviously could not do it myself. She said it was actually pretty interesting to get to hold a penis while a guy pees. She then took her little key on its lanyard from under her blouse and unlocked the control device on my penis. In the area above my aching balls and rock hard erection there was a mighty contest at my prostate to let the pee through the sphincter that my arousal was trying to keep closed. There was also a great contest between the relief of my bladder and my shame at having them all watching. I don't even like peeing in trough urinals where other men can see, so having three attractive women holding and watching really made it difficult. I strained, and all of a sudden, a huge stream began to fill the pitcher. I can tell you the relief was absolutely incredible. I have to admit that I pretty much lost all shame because of the intense feeling of orgasmic pleasure in finally being able to piss. I even think I felt a little male pride in my manly ability to pee standing up. While they had all seen males pee before, I don't think they had ever paid such close attention to a penis during urination. Lisa suggested they squeeze my penis while I peed to start and stop the stream. Wendy squeezed down a bit, and the stream blasting out slowed a bit. She was fascinated by the feel of holding a penis like a man did while peeing. Then Janet handed Lisa the pitcher and took a turn holding and squeezing my cock. Finally the stream stopped. I stood there for a minute getting the last few spurts out and trying to get as empty as I possibly could (since I could never tell when I would be allowed to pee next). Lisa told Janet to try shaking my penis to get the drop off of the end, like a male does. Wendy slapped it smartly against the lip of the pitcher until it seemed mostly dry, then let go. Lisa demonstrated to them how to put the pee lock back in and how to lock the tube back over my penis, which seemed to fascinate them. She also showed them the cock ring that was locked on above my balls, where she could attach a leash if she wanted. Janet remarked how the male anatomy seemed so well suited to this sort of control, as if it were just how we males were supposed to be kept, which elicited knowing superior looks accompanied by giggles from them all. Well, then the worst was to begin. Lisa told me that I was now going to get the paddling I had earned and to go fetch the paddle. Well getting paddled in public was really more than I could stand. I actually started to cry as I stood there still handcuffed. My lip was trembling, my eyes started dropping tears, and small sobs started in my chest. I started to beg: "Oh, no please, Lisa, not here," I sobbed. "Not in front of them. Please, oh please don't paddle me in front of your friends. I'll be a good boy, I promise, I will. Please can't you just do it in the other room. I won't be naughty again." Lisa was not the least sympathetic to my pleas. In fact, it just annoyed her even more: She snapped, "You naughty, naughty little boy! You were naughty in front of my friends, so you should expect to be punished for it in front of them as well! If you were really going to behave, you wouldn't be whining and crying to avoid my direct order. Now go get the paddle right this instant!" At which point she sent me stumbling off to fetch it my giving me a huge whack on the butt with the wooden spoon. Since my hands were still cuffed, I had to pick it from its hook in the kitchen with my teeth, and bring it back to her. The paddle is an old ping pong paddle. I came back and stood there holding the paddle in my teeth, still sniffling and crying. Lisa took the paddle, scooted her chair back, and pointed to her knees in the command to assume the spanking position. She was wearing shorts, which left her thighs and knees bare. I lay down across her knees. She spread her legs, and adjusted my penis so it stuck down between her legs. Wendy and Janet were seated opposite facing her. Lisa explained that she always keeps my penis hanging down to avoid me starting to hump her leg if it were over her legs. She suggested they watch what it does during the paddling. She then commenced to deliver a very thorough spanking. She gave me a whack on one side, then one on the other, then one in the middle across both cheeks, then down at the base of my butt, then wherever she thought it looked like it needed to be a little bit redder. As she spanked me, she was giving me a lecture, punctuated by the paddle: "You males are all alike." (whack!) "No matter how old you get you are still naughty boys". (whap!) "I expect you to do exactly as I tell you." (spank!!) "Just because there are guests present, don't think that excuses you from doing what I tell you." (slap) "When I tell you to do something, I mean NOW." (whack!!!!) "I hope you learn your lesson well, or you know I will do this again." (smack!!) "You males never seem to grow up, do you?" (splat!!) "These girls were expecting to see a well trained male here, and you let me down." (spank!) "We won't have that happen again, will we, young man?" (whap) "I can't imagine what made you think you could question my orders." (whack) "I'm sure that won't happen next time, will it?" (smack) "If I want your opinion, I'll let you know." (spank!!!) "Your crying and whining just makes it worse." (whap) "No one wants to hear your whining, especially not me." (spank) "You think your pee-pee is the most important thing I have to think about?" (slap) "Well, it's no excuse for interrupting me." (whack) "Next time, you'll know that my company comes before your little problems." (spank) I have to tell you that being paddled with a ping-pong paddle really hurts! And I mean hurts! One swat is bad enough, but a full fledged spanking session is no laughing matter to the naughty spankee. Each new sting hurts worse than the last, and the punishment just keeps building. It accomplishes just what it is intended to do: Stop misbehavior and make sure I regret it and try to do exactly as I am told in the future. So while Lisa gave me the spanking of my life, there was nothing I could do to avoid yelling in pain at each new sting, and pleading and crying for her to stop. There was no nonsense about counting blows. As she explained to Wendy and Janet, she believed in just giving whatever she felt like and whatever seemed necessary to make sure the paddling broke me down completely. It didn't take a whole lot to do that under these circumstances with the ladies watching my complete shame. I was crying, kicking, yelping at the smacks, begging for mercy and wiggling around frantically on Lisa's knees. It was obvious that I was utterly and completely under her control. I guess there is probably no more humbling and undignified position to be in than laying naked across a woman's knees with my bare but sticking up in the air, and my head and feet hanging off on each side. For some reason, Wendy and Janet seemed to find my predicament extremely amusing. I guess watching a full grown man being put in the position of a young naughty little boy, his bare behind being blistered with a paddle, crying and wiggling, must be a funny sight to a woman. On top of that, having the girls watching and laughing at not only the bare-assed paddling, but my helpless and pathetic reaction to it was so utterly and completely shameful and degrading that the psychological effect was perhaps even worse. Knowing that these women viewed me as nothing more than a naughty little boy getting his bottom spanked (as he so well deserved for talking back to a woman) just took away any vestige of pride or self respect. Then they noticed that my penis between Lisa's knees was getting very long and hard. It was really throbbing – almost as bad as my butt. If I could have done anything to relieve the erection, I would have done just about anything. They stood up and came over for a better look. As Lisa continued to batter my butt, Wendy knelt down and felt my penis, while Janet stood behind me looking at my bare behind, with my balls revealed between my legs as I wriggled. I can tell you the pain was intense, but the shame was just about as bad. Wendy said she was amazed that the paddling produced such a strong erection. She thought the pain would have the opposite affect. Janet said: " Are you sure this is really punishment? It looks like he is actually enjoying it." Through my cries, I said "No, no no, it hurts, it hurt, it hurts!" Lisa was still giving me some good ones, and my behind was absolutely on fire. She replied "Male erections can result from almost any stimulation. Males are basically infantile and getting spanked over a woman's knees appeals to that infantile male sensibility. That is one of the reasons it is so easy to put a man under a woman's control. A man expects to be controlled by a woman. He needs it." Wendy then reached under me and took hold of my shaft to feel how hard it was. Of course it was still capped off, so there was no danger of me cumming. She gave the accessible part of the shaft a few strokes, and then felt, cupped and massaged my testicles, all as I was getting the spanking and the lecture at the same time. She was impressed at how totally hard the spanking and humiliation had made me, and I was groaning with obvious desire, and thrusting at her hand. Lisa said: "Men are basically just a penis with a few accessories. Nothing else about a man makes much difference. They're all slaves to their erections, and to any woman who takes advantage of that. They're really just big babies with fixations on what is happening in their diapers." Wendy agreed: "A penises is a pretty funny thing, and watching it hanging down there erect because of his spanking and exposure makes it look all the funnier. The neatest thing about penises is how they give away what a male is really thinking and feeling, so he is easier to control." Having my erections discussed as infantile took away any possible male pride in it and made it just silly and childish. My penis, that fundamental symbol of potency and maleness, the center of any man's erotic power, was being treated as an object of amusement. Rather than showing off my power, it was the handle or lever by which a mere woman could control me, mock me, abuse me, and put me completely under her power. I felt like worse than nothing. I felt not merely pathetic, but beneath deserving their notice. I knew I could never face them again without knowing they would be thinking of me just as they saw me at that moment: naked as a baby, acting like a baby and being treated like one. My body was on display for them like a toddler who had wet his pants, laid out on the changing table to be powdered, spanked and diapered. It made me realize how totally I was controlled by women, how infantile I was, and how much I needed to be under their strict control. Letting these ladies see the obvious fact that I actually found this treatment erotic and arousing was truly awful. Such feelings had been some of my deepest, darkest personal secrets that I was embarrassed even to admit to myself, much less to anyone else. This was something I had never confessed to anyone. Even when my wife discovered it, I assumed no one else would ever know. But now Wendy and Janet could clearly see the erections it produced. No attempt to resist or control it was of any use. I certainly couldn't hide it, or hide anything else. My feelings were completely obvious to them. Having my most secret feelings naked and exposed to their view was one of my worst nightmares come true. Finally, Lisa decided that I had had enough, and she ended the paddling, but she continued to hold me in the spanking position over her knees. She asked Wendy to hand her the lotion from next to the kitchen sink. She put some on her hands, and then started rubbing some on my extremely sore bottom. She commented that how enjoyable it was to feel the heat coming off my red butt, and that it was good to show the boy a little kindness after his punishment. Even in that position, I could sense that this scene had actually turned all three women on. The scent of arousal was in the air, and they were all flushed and giggling. They sat back down, but were sort of wiggling on their seats. Then Lisa told me to get up, go stand in the corner, face the wall and behave myself for a while, so I stood there sniffling, my butt on fire, my penis erect and throbbing, trying to stand still and be quiet while the girls continued their conversation. I'm sure they were also watching by purple bottom. Janet said that she should be getting home. It was obvious she was thinking about sex with her husband. But then she said: "My slob of a husband is probably just sitting on the couch, drinking beer and watching TV while ignoring all the work that needs to be done and expecting me to come home and make his dinner. Maybe I should try this out on him." Lisa said: "By all means at least make him drop his pants, put him over your knees and paddle his bottom a little. It will start making him realize that laziness has consequences." Janet said: "Just wait til I tell him how you have whipped John into shape. George has been wondering how John got so fit and trim. He will think it's pretty funny when he finds out that it all came from John being a total sissy and being controlled by his dick." When I heard that, I was scared out of my wits. From my corner, I started begging her not to tell. I would never be able to look George in the eye again if he found out I was so completely pussy-whipped. All that accomplished was to get Lisa to threaten to give me some more paddling until I settled down. She said, "Now you are sassing us, and even talking back to Janet. You know better than to argue with my friends. I think the best thing would be to give Janet a little practice before she goes home. Janet, would you like to try giving this naughty boy a spanking?" Janet was a little nervous about it, but she said, yes she thought it would be fun. So Lisa told me to get the paddle and go over to Janet with it. I picked up the paddle from the table in my teeth, and stood in front of Janet still erect. I wouldn't have thought I could have any shame left, but standing there totally erect, with the penis cover locked on, my butt shining red, the tears still running down my cheeks, and Janet and Wendy smirking at my utter disgrace, continued to make me feel like a little boy being potty trained. Janet straightened out her knees, hiked her skirt up a bit to bare her thighs and snapped her fingers, pointing me to lay across her knees. At that point, I think the rest of my body was just about as red with shame as my butt was from Lisa's paddling. Shuddering, I lay down over her knees, almost grateful to be able to at least put my erection a little less on display, even if my behind was even more exposed. Janet then began paddling me. She started out pretty softly, and I thought maybe she was going to go easy on me. But Lisa noticed too, and told her not to be shy about it, but put some force into it: "Remember, it may hurt him a lot, but it also arouses him, so don't worry that you are doing any damage. Just think about your husband sitting on the couch (spank!), drinking beer (smack!), ignoring housework (whack!), getting fat (spank!), and expecting you to come home, cook his dinner (wow-ow!) and let him use your body for his release (whomp!!)." Well that did it. Janet really started waling away at my butt, and I lost all control again, wriggling, kicking, squirming, crying, begging and yelping at each blow. Lisa said: "One of the best reasons for blistering your male's behind is that it keeps him from sitting on it. When you go home and give him the whacking he deserves, he won't have the least temptation to sit back down on the couch, or anywhere else for the next day or two. He will be on his feet, so you can get some work out of him for a change. Keep the bum off his bum! That's the way! The other nice thing is, he won't just roll over on his back in bed and start snoring! It's the total cure for male snoring!" Wendy was watching Janet spank me with great interest. She noticed how big and long my prick still was. She asked how I could possibly get aroused by such punishment. Lisa suggested she find out how aroused I really was, and handed Wendy the key to my penis tube. Wendy knelt down under my squirming body, unlocked the tube and slipped it off. She took hold of the end of it and began milking me. Despite Janet continuing to paddle me, I couldn't help but respond to the touch my cock had been longing for. It didn't take long for me to reach climax. My body went rigid. I was pumping against her hand, straining tremendously. To the amusement of the girls, I arched my back, my feet pointed out, and I began squirting and spasming, cuming and cuming, as Wendy continued squeezing and rubbing my cock. I can't say it made me forget the pain of the paddle. It was an additive pain. I can tell you that I had never in my whole life had an audience other than my wife watch me orgasm, and had never expected to. Once again, one of my most private secrets had been displayed for female amusement and curiosity, and in a most humiliating situation. Once again, my degrading desires were revealed, as they could all see that much as I cried and begged, I actually got my kicks out of it and the paddling was doing me no real harm. Janet decided that this was enough for my poor sore bottom, and stopped the paddling. Lisa said: "One of the things to watch out for is to not let your male start rubbing his penis on your lap, or you will end up with a wet spot on your skirt. If you don't have him in a penis control device like this, make sure he doesn't have anything to rub against." Lisa snapped her fingers at me, told me to get some tissues and clean up the mess I had made on the floor and then go use the bathroom and come right back. When I got back, Janet decided that now she really needed to go right home and start getting her husband into shape. She watched while Lisa locked my cock up again, then she smiled at me with a mixture of amusement and the sort of affection one would have for a cute puppy, kissed me on the cheek, gave me a slap on the rear with her hand as a parting gesture, and said: "Behave yourself now, young man." Her attention caused my penis to give her a wave goodbye. She saw that and laughed, gave it a little tug, and commented on how handy it was that males were equipped with their little thought-meter.. I think after she got home and gave George a few good ones, she was likely to want him to take care of her own arousal, but that was just a guess. With a woman, how can you tell? Wendy said her husband wouldn't be home yet, so she stayed to talk to Lisa some more. Lisa had Wendy put the cock lock back on my dick. Then she unlocked the hand cuffs and told me to start cleaning up the kitchen and fixing dinner while they talked. Wendy was very impressed with the way I responded to Lisa's orders. Though I was obviously extremely embarrassed to be walking around naked in front of her and having my obedience training put on display for the amazement and amusement of my wife's friend, I clearly was so fully under Lisa's control that I did whatever I was told, shame notwithstanding, and shamed I was. Of course, I didn't have much left to hide that Wendy hadn't already seen. My sexual and bodily functions, and what turned me on had been made pretty evident. Spanked by Wife & Her Friends Wendy said: "Lisa you are keeping him almost like a pet dog. He is so cute to watch fetching and coming like a well trained terrier. Keeping him naked around the house seems rather fun. Men like to treat women like that, but you have clearly turned the tables on him and put him in his place." I got down on all fours, and began licking Wendy's feet, wriggling my ass at her to be petted. She took some of the lotion from the bottle on the table and began to gently message it into my poor beaten, bottom.