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The Disciplinarian

By: indefinable1



Nick Harris sat behind his desk, waiting for the last few minutes of the hour to pass by, when he heard the annoying smack and pop of the bubble gum.

Fucking Rachel Swan!

In all the years that Nick Harris had taught at Sweeney Private School for Girls, he had never encountered a more frustrating girl as eighteen-year-old Rachel Swan. 

Since he began teaching, every year had been the same. 

The first month of school each girl would flirt shamelessly with him; batting their lashes and giggling, hoping the attention would be returned. They were all infatuated with Mr. Harris and his tall muscular frame, wild bronze hair, and dazzling green eyes. 

And every year, each girl would be met with his icy cold glare and indifference. 

By the end of the first month, he would have succeeded in having every student despise him enough that they wouldn't even consider flirting with him anymore. Being known by his students as a complete ass-hole not only helped keep Nick focused on his job, but it kept him out of trouble. 

He had not interest in these immature little girls, and their pop princess ways. 

That was until Rachel Swan sat down in his classroom.

Rachel Swan was not like the other girls he had encountered over the years. She was bright, beautiful, intelligent beyond her years, and ruthless. 

He wasn't sure how she knew all the ways to get to him, but she continued to surprise him in her creativeness. He had never had anyone of the female persuasion turn his head the way that she did. 

Her body was long and lean, with curves in all the places he loved. She had flawless skin that looked so soft as if she had been soaked in sweet milk and honey every night. Her chestnut hair spilled down her back in billowing waves, barely touching the top of her perky little ass. 

Her lips were pink and pouty, begging to be kissed, her seductive brown eyes deep and mysterious, and her breasts full and perfect for caressing.

She did not care how spiteful Mr. Harris was or how many times he would send her to detention, she was not a girl to give up until she got what she wanted.

And what Rachel Swan wanted was to fuck Nick Harris. 

She had known of Mr. Harris long before she ever met him. He was practically a legend in the school; known for his God-like looks, strong jaw, freshly fucked hair, and for being a complete ass-hole. He was always lusted after but had forever been untouchable. Rachel had set her mind to change that, and she knew that she would not get to him easily. He wasn't some silly school boy that she could show a little cleavage to and have him drooling.

No, she would have to take her time. She would study him, learn him, memorize him...

Rachel would be the one thing Nick Harris had never encountered... someone that was just as stubborn, head-strong, sexy, and as unavailable as he was. 

Make no mistake; Rachel Swan would use every means she had in her seduction of Mr. Harris, including her body. 

She kept her white button-up shirt just a little too unbuttoned, making sure she revealed just enough cleavage. She let her pleated plaid skirt sit low on her hips, but had the hemline shortened so she could show more leg. She paired her thigh high white stockings with her scuffed-up black Doc Martens. 

Being the smart girl that she was, she knew this was not enough to turn Nick Harris's head, so she paired it with her rebellious attitude. 

She was late to class, she would chew and pop her gum, she flicked her pencil on the desk, made snide comments during his lectures, anything she could do to get on his nerves. 

And it was working.

Nick Harris was frustrated. Hard and frustrated.

It was very subtle, and you would be hard pressed to notice it, but Rachel Swan was getting to him.

But Rachel noticed.

She saw the fire that flashed briefly in his eyes when she'd defy him. How the bulge in his pants grew just a little more when she was around. How he inhaled just a little bit deeper as she'd walk by. 

And while she had definitely caught Nick Harris's attention, she was running out of time.

The year had passed quickly, and it was the last week of school and the last class of the day and Rachel was desperate. She would not hold back today, she was confident that by the end of today, Nick Harris would be between her legs. 

Rachel arrived ten minutes late to class, disrupting the test that Mr. Harris had already passed out. She retrieved her copy of the test from an aggravated Mr. Harris and sat down at her desk, humming and singing to herself. 

She began chewing a piece of gum, smacking it and popping little bubbles. Her foot tapped on the floor and she looked like she didn't have a care in the world. 

The time ticked on and Nick continued to fix his icy glare on her, watching as Rachel wrapped little strands of her silk hair around her finger. 

Oh how he wanted to pull that hair as he thrust into her.

Her pencil traced back and forth over her plump lips, tongue peaking out periodically to moisten them.

Oh how he wanted to see those lips wrapped around his cock.

Rachel noticed when Mr. Harris shifted minutely in his chair, discretely adjusting himself, and she smiled.

Her finger trailed slowly down her slender neck, over her collarbone, and to her soft breasts, dipping lightly into the cup of her bra. 

Nick could see the white lace of her bra and how her nipple hardened when her finger traced over it.

She was slowly driving him mad and he was furious. 

The bell rang and everyone jumped from their seats and rushed out the door, ready for the end-of-year parties. Nobody wanted to stay late in Mr. Harris's class, and for this, Rachel was grateful. 

"Miss Swan!" Nick Harris snarled at her. "You are not yet dismissed."

Rachel tried her best to hide the smile on her lips as she turned to face him.

"You need to see me Mr. Harris?" she asked as her hips swayed and she walked to the front of the class.

Nick sat in his chair, staring at the beautiful seductress in front of him. What was he to do? He had fantasized about fucking her all year long. Thought about finally teaching her who was in charge in this classroom. Finally punish her for all the hard-ons she had given him.

"Miss Swan. You seem to have a problem with following the rules in my classroom," he said in a low velvet voice. 

Nick stood and walked to the front of the desk to stand very close to Miss Swan. 

"I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Harris." Rachel spoke evenly as she looked up at him through her long lashes, pushing her thighs together to help relieve some of the pressure she felt building between her legs.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean Miss Swan." Nick stood very closely to her now. His hot breath drifted across her face causing her body to break out in goose bumps. 

"Every day you come to my class and do your best to break my rules," Nick whispered as he slowly brought his hand to the beautiful pink mouth of Rachel Swan. "How many times have I asked you not to chew gum in my glass?" 

Rachel lifted her eyebrow, never breaking eye contact with him, as the pulled the piece of gum from her mouth and stuck it underneath Nick Harris's desk. 

Touché Miss Swan, Touché 

"Perhaps, Miss Swan, we should find something else to keep that pretty little mouth of yours occupied?" Nick suggested as he watched the deep blush fill her cheeks and spread across her chest. Ever so lightly he trailed his thumb across her plump bottom lip, challenging her. 

Rachel's eyes started to close and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. This was what she wanted. This is what she had been waiting for all year long. Finally... FINALLY she was going to have Nick Harris. And she couldn't fucking wait.

Nick reached out and grasped Rachel behind her neck, "Now, Miss Swan. Get on your knees and let me show you what your mouth would be better used for."

Now it was Nick's turn to groan. He could care less if this was right or wrong. He wanted this beautiful vixen that stood before him and he had every intention of taking her. 

Rachel was eager and she dropped to her knees. She released the buckle of the belt around Nick's waist and undid his trousers, never letting her eyes leave his. When his pants fell to the floor she was very pleased to find he wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

But what pleased her even more was the site of the swollen, hard cock in front of her. It was sexy as hell; long, thick and hard.

Without a second of hesitation, Rachel ran her tongue over the slit in his dick, lapping up the pre-cum that had pooled there, sighing in contentment at the manly taste now in her mouth. 

"Fuucckk," Nick hissed as the little minx wrapped her pink lips around his cock. 

Nick's hands instinctively wrapped in her hair and he began thrusting forward into her waiting mouth.

Rachel hummed and moaned around him which only brought him more pleasure and closer to his release.

"Fuck, Rachel," he growled, "I knew you would be beautiful sucking my dick." Nick fucked her mouth which was so greedily sucking him in. 

Rachel looked up at Nick from underneath her lashes as she pumped and sucked on the beautiful dick. Nick could barely make out the smirk that raised the corner of her mouth. 

"Oh, such a naughty little girl," he purred, "Do you like me fucking your mouth?"

Rachel hummed in approval and this only turned Nick on more. 

He held firmly to her head, shoving his dick in until it hit the back of her throat. 

Rachel loved him dominating her like this. Pleasing him pleased her. Her panties were completely soaked and she could even smell her own arousal in the air. 

A tingling sensation started coursing through Nick's body, traveling through his groin and along his cock. 

"Ohhhh, fuck yes!" he shouted, "suck it all down baby!"

Nick's cum shot down Rachel's throat and she swallowed him down happily. The suction of her mouth didn't allow for one drop to escape. He watched as Rachel licked and cleaned his dick, humming in pleasure. 

Rachel had never been as pleased with herself as she was at that moment. The sexiest man to ever walk the earth had just shot his load in her throat, and fuck that was hot. 

Nick gently massaged Rachel's scalp, slowly wrapping her hair around his hand and then yanking her to her feet. The pain mixed with the pleasure caused even more wetness to gather between her legs.

He ran his nose down her jaw, inhaling her intoxicating scent. He flicked his tongue over her skin and curled his arms around her tiny waist. 

"Now I hope, Miss Swan, that we have cleared up any confusion there might have been regarding what your mouth is best used for," Nick smirked at her, his emerald eyes blazing through her. "But I don't think you've quite learned your lesson yet."

Rachel smirked at him. "I don't think there's anything I can learn from you, Mr. Harris." 

A finger drew lazily down her chest and dipped into the cup of her bra and Nick chuckled. 

"Miss Swan, I do not tolerate disobedience in my classroom," Nick sneered, all playfulness disappearing from his voice. "and I will punish you for your blatant disregard of my rules." As the last word fell from his lips, Nick reached up and grabbed Rachel's shirt, popping each button open. 

Nick pulled each cup of Rachel's tiny lace bra down so that her breasts were propped up and her nipples were on full display. 

Without waiting for any invitation, he leaned forward and roughly sucked the pink tip into his mouth, flicking it hard with his tongue.

"Oh God!" she moaned as her hips thrust forward into his already hard cock. 

Nick grabbed and sucked at her beautiful tits, shifting his attention between each one. "I won't be gentle with you, Rachel!" he snarled in his deep seductive voice. 

He quickly spun her around and pushed her forward so that she was leaning over his desk, rubbing his cock against her ass. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it might burst from her chest.

Nick knelt down behind her, running his hands up the back of her thighs. "I'm going to spank your sweet little ass now, Miss Swan," he cooed, slowly lifting her skirt up over her hips and revealing the tiny white lace of her panties. 

"I don't think you have it in you, Mr. Harris," Rachel teased, knowing it would only fuel him further. 

"Oh, you really shouldn't have said that!" Nick rumbled as he ripped the misleadingly innocent panties from her body. 

Fuck yes! Rachel thought. She could not wait to be spanked by this God of a man behind her. 

Nick picked up the ruler that was on his desk, sliding it across her round little ass. "Are you ready to be disciplined, Miss Swan?" he asked, but before she could answer, he drew the ruler back and flicked it across her backside. 

"Agh" she yelped as the sting hit her. Rachel found it wildly erotic and wanted more. 

"That is for your refusal to listen," Nick growled as he massaged the now pink skin before him. He was so hard now he was sure he could use his dick to spank her and have similar results. 

Another snap echoed through the classroom as the ruler once again met Rachel's skin. "That is for being late to my class!"

Rachel was shaking in desire, her breathes coming harder and faster.

Smack!

"That is for your smart little mouth!" he snarled, loving the sounds she was making, knowing it was turning her on just as much as it was him.

"Spread your legs, Miss Swan," he commanded impatiently. "Perhaps I should discipline your sweet pussy too, for always teasing me?" he hedged, sliding the ruler lightly between her legs and drawing it back out. 

"Yes!" Rachel moaned, desperate for his touch. 

"Well, well, well, Miss Swan, what do we have here?" Nick asked as he looked at the now damp ruler in his hand. "Don't tell me that this spanking has turned you on!" 

Smack!

Nick let the ruler land right against her pussy, providing her the sweetest sting imaginable. 

Nick smiled as Rachel moaned and pushed her ass out towards him, practically begging for more.

"Well, let's just take a look shall we?" 

Nick grabbed Rachel's wrist and pulled her to the front of his desk, propping her up on it before sitting down in his black leather chair. 

"Spread your legs Miss Swan!" He demanded, pulling her legs apart and positioning them on the arms of his chair.

Rachel leaned back and put her pussy on display for him.

Nick was momentarily stunned into silence as he gazed at the moist lips of her gloriously pink pussy. 

Nick had seen a lot of pussies, but this was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It was perfect in every way. 

Pink and soft, bare lips with just a splatter of hair above them. Her little clit swollen and poking out from between the folds that held it. 

He would not rush through this... no, he would take his time and worship this sinful body in front of him.

"Oh, Rachel. I'm going to enjoy disciplining your little pussy over and over again. Your cunt will never wet for another man when I'm done with you!" he said as he stroked the inside of her thigh. 

Nick ran his long fingers up the sides of her sex, using each thumb to gently spread her lips apart. Nick sucked in a breath at the sight of the pink bud that was throbbing for him so needy.

"Yes, please," Rachel moaned as Nick leaned forward between her legs, drawing his tongue between her now spread folds. 

Both of them groaned and growled as Nick placed long and lazy licks up her pussy, enjoying every ounce of wetness she had to offer. Rachel's hips thrust upwards involuntarily as she was devoured by the man in front of her.

His tongue picked up its pace as he drew circles around her sensitive bud, licking and sucking on it in the same fashion that she had sucked him. 

The more Rachel's hips bucked, the rougher Nick became. Snarling and biting at her delicate skin.

"Fuck! Yes!" Rachel whimpered as Nick now used one hand to hold her lips apart and drew the fingers of his free hand to her opening. 

Nick plunged his fingers into her pussy and clamped his lips closed on her throbbing clit, causing an intense wave of pleasure to flash through Rachel's body and she cried out in pleasure. 

Sobs of relief washed through her and drained from her body and into Nick's waiting mouth. 

A growl escaped Nick's chest as he lapped up Rachel's sweet cum. Never had he tasted anything so delicious in all his life. He wanted to feast on this pussy forever. 

As Rachel began to return to her body after the intense orgasm, Nick rose to his feet in front of her, leaning forward to suck on her sweaty nipples.

Rachel looked down at him, her eyes blazing wildly with lust. She wanted him and she wanted him NOW!

She reached out and thrust her hands into Nick's thick hair, pulling his face towards hers. 

Demandingly she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and then drew it around his lips, enjoying the taste of herself on him. 

Fuck, this turned him on.

Nick and Rachel kissed desperately and passionately. Desire coursing through both of their needy bodies. 

"My bad little girl," Nick groaned into her mouth, "so turned on by my spanking." He teased as he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk. 

Nick leaned back and grasped his cock in his hands, eager for release. 

"Please, Mr. Harris, discipline me with your cock," Rachel begged as she arched her eyebrow at him in challenge, spreading her legs even wider and placing them on the desk.

Nick smiled as he drew the head of his dick down over her sensitive clit until it sat at the entrance of her slick pussy. 

"It would be my pleasure," Nick smiled, loving when she called him Mr. Harris. 

Both Nick and Rachel looked on in awe, watching as Nick slowly pushed the purple head of his thick cock into her, both groaning in pleasure. 

Fuck, she's tight. Nick thought as he inched his way inside.

Fuck, he's thick. Rachel thought as she stretched around him.

When Nick's dick finally reached the end of its journey, he leaned forward in satisfaction with his forehead resting against Rachel's. 

They were both pleasantly surprised that he was able to fit. 

Rachel had never felt so full in her life. It was beyond any pleasure she had ever known and she knew that she would never get enough of it. 

Nick drew his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before the side of his mouth turned up into a crooked grin. With that, he thrust eagerly back into the hot pussy before him.

"Aagghhhh!" Rachel cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure, as Nick began to fuck her mercilessly. 

"Baby," Nick moaned as he started his assault. "Your pussy is so fucking tight!" 

"It's all yours!" Rachel replied breathlessly.

"Fuck yes it is!" he snarled, pumping into her relentlessly. 

Nick leaned back and watched as his dick disappeared into her beautiful pussy over and over again. 

"God, Nick, you feel so fucking good!" Rachel cried out, lifting her hips up slightly to meet his thrust.

"Fuck, Rachel, I want to fuck your pussy every day, baby!" he admitted, never slowing his movements. Screw the rest of the world, he wanted her and she would be his. 

Nick's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her in place, fucking her like she needed. 

God, she had a beautiful fucking pussy. 

He worshiped it. 

Nick kept one hand on Rachel's hips and brought the other hand down to where they were joined. 

"Yes, please, touch me!" she begged him.

He used his thumb and middle finger to pull her lips apart, and began teasing her plump clit with his index finger, flicking it back and forth over the sensitive bud.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" Nick asked, watching the raven haired beauty writhe beneath him. "Does it feel good when I fuck you? Does it feel good when I play with your sweet little pussy?" 


The Disciplinarian Ch. 01



My name is Soo May. My best friends are Angie and Jennie. I am 22 years old and of Chinese descent. Jennie, my apartment mate, is 24. Angie is 29 and married. 

Angie is taller than average, thin, long-legged, with straight, brown hair that falls to the middle of her back. She was a model until she got married and she is still beautiful. One of her grandparents was from India and, as a result, she has a nicely tanned skin all year round. Angie is always cool and collected, to the point that some people consider her a bit haughty. And, as much as I love her, I have to admit she can seem pretty stuck up at times. 

Jennie is a curvaceous, fun loving, blond with curly shoulder length hair. There's a spray of freckles across her face and she has a small upturned nose. She has always been popular with men, unlike me, and I have felt envious of her at times. Truth be told, she has sometimes subtly flaunted the fact that she is much more popular with men than I am; but she's a good roommate and we've grown to be great buddies. 

I am small, in virtually every sense. I stand just 4 feet, 10 inches, tall. My hips are no wider than a boy's and I'm nearly flat-chested. So much so, that even a "Miracle Bra" doesn't help much. "There's just not enough there to work with" as the saleslady at the lingerie shop put it. I have a pretty face, but all my life I've been seen as "cute" by men, never as sexy or even womanly. I've slept with just three men in my life. There was a one night stand with a man who admitted the next morning that he just wanted to know what it would be like to fuck someone as small as me. A fellow student in college only wanted to take me from behind, doggy style, and he repeatedly tried to coax me into giving him anal sex, which I refused. Only a few weeks after he broke up with me, he came out of the closet as gay. 

Before him, there was the boy I lost my virginity to, when I was a junior in college. He had been normal for the first few weeks of our affair, but one day he brought me a whole outfit of girl clothes, and I mean little girl clothes, like those a 10 year old might wear. When he asked that I wear them to bed that night, I agreed because I didn't want to lose the only man who'd ever shown any sexual interest in me. With my size and body shape, I could fit into the clothes and I really looked like a 10 year old in them. Before long he was buying more little girl clothes for me and, as a kind of foreplay, he would ask me to act out scenes in which I behaved like a child. Before long we never had sex any other way: I was always playing a little girl. I finally broke up with him when he asked me to shave my pubis each evening before coming to bed in little girl jammies. I'd been in denial a long time, but I finally admitted to myself what kind of man he was.

Like all Chinese, my hair is dark and straight. I wear it long to try to give some femininity to my appearance, but I always braid it or tie it in back so that it doesn't fall over my chest and cover what little I have in the way of breasts. 

Wine and Fantasy

Besides the usual socializing, the three of us have what we call our Wine and Fantasy evenings every other Thursday. Angie's husband, Roger, goes off to an all night poker game and Jennie and I go over to Angie's house. Angie pours us each a glass and then we go online and take turns reading Literotica stories to each other. Sometimes we make up our own variations of the stories and look for pictures on porno sites that match the stories. We slowly get a bit tipsy and after a while we are all feeling fizzy. Most of the stories we pick are heterosexual, but we've read some stories about Lesbians and Bi-s, as well. The stories I like best are the ones involving punishment and submission. Nothing dangerous, but spanking or forced stripping is a turn on. I love to imagine that I am submitting to a dominant man who controls me and gives me loving discipline. Jennie and Angie seem to feel the same way because as time goes on, more and more of our stories are in the mild S&M genre.

I've never told the others, but I go home and masturbate after our Wine and Fantasy meetings. Angie has told us that, after we go and her husband returns from poker, they have great sex. Angie is the aggressor. He doesn't know what we do on our nights (and he doesn't know we call them "Wine and Fantasy"). He thinks it's his poker winnings that turn her on. Jennie, who is rarely without a boyfriend -- or two, will often go straight from Angie's house to visit a boyfriend for a few hours. They have teasingly asked me about what I do after one of our evenings, hinting, with smirks, that they think I play with myself. I have always denied it indignantly; but I don't know if they believe me. 

Even my sister, Li, to whom I'm very close, doesn't know that I play with myself. It is the only secret I keep from her. A few weeks ago I was complaining on the telephone to her about my nearly non-existent love life, something I do often in our talks. This time, however, instead of just murmuring sympathetically to me, she told me she had recently discovered something that had helped her through a lonely time between boyfriends and she thought it would be just the thing for me. 

"There's this ... uh ... guy that I saw; I mean, met with from time to time for a few months before I met Derek," she told me. Derek is her current beau. 

"I didn't tell you about him before," she continued, "because, well ... it's a little embarrassing. But I've grew to trust him and I think you would get a lot out of his services. From what you've told me about your friends, Angie and Jennie, I think they might benefit from his services too."

"This Guy?" I asked, puzzled, "Met With? Services? Good God, Li, did you hire a gigolo? A male prostitute?" 

"No, no!" she practically shouted. "It's not like that. It's not sex uh- ... well, not exactly ... and he doesn't charge money. He was referred to me by a friend and he just helped me get back on track when I felt lonely and was maybe drinking too much and too often. He gave me some ... uh ... well ... self-discipline."

She gave me a telephone number to write down, and then continued. "Call that number, Soo May, and meet with the guy. I think it might be just the thing for you. I've already asked him if it would be OK if I referred you to him, so he won't be surprised when you call. Do it, Soo May. I think it might change your life."

We said our 'goodbye's quickly and after staring at the number for nearly an hour, I finally worked up the nerve to call. The man who answered sounded business-like but not unpleasant. He warmed up when I mentioned my sister's name and that she had recommended him to me. We agreed to meet the next day at a coffee house.

All or Nothing

I was a bit late, so he was already waiting. He smiled and stood to greet me. If he minded my tardiness, he gave no sign of it. He told me I could call him Mr. Daniels and after some pleasantries about the weather, we got down to business.

"So, uhhh, what ... uh, what exactly do you do?" asked I nervously as I fingered the business card the man had slid across the coffee shop table to me. 

"The Disciplinarian" was all it said on the front side. On the flipside was just the telephone number that Li had given me. 

"Didn't your sister tell you? She's was a client of mine for a few months," he said. 

He was in his early 40s, brown-haired with the first wisps of gray. He was square-jawed and good-looking, although not in an overwhelming, movie star way. I guessed that he was a bit over six feet tall and he looked sharp in a suit. He had a confident, commanding, air about him and he looked at me with an intensity that increased my nervousness; but his most striking features were his bright blue, icy, eyes and his slight easy smile. The smile reminded me of George Clooney. 

"She was kind of vague," I replied. "She just said that she thought you could provide ... uh ... what I need, and ... what my friends need." 

"Well, my regular job is ... well ... that's not relevant, but many weekends and evenings I have a second profession although I should really call it a hobby since I don't charge. I provide discipline -- punishment if you will -- for those who need it. Some of my clients are parents with wayward college daughters. Others are husbands with self-indulgent, spendthrift wives. But most of my clients, by far, are women such as your sister; women who have a need that is not being filled by the man in their life ... if there is a man in their life; women who need someone to take control of them, at least once in a while. Sometimes they can't tell their man about the need. Other times, the man won't or can't provide what they need. Some don't have a man. Many of those daughters and wives continue to see me on their own accord after their first session." 

"How did you come to have this ... uh ... hobby?" I asked. 

"It started when an old Army buddy asked me for help with his daughter," he explained. "She needed discipline but he couldn't bring himself to be tough with her. He thought I could provide it better than he could. Originally, the plan was that she would work for me in my business. Having a regular job was supposed to teach her responsibility, but she was an arrogant, lazy, chronically tardy lass. Docking her pay and threatening to fire her had no effect. One day I heard her being sarcastic to a client on the phone. I threw her over my lap and spanked the living daylights out of her. It's the only time I've ever spanked out anger. Since, then I make it a point to keep my cool to ensure that I don't go too far. Anyway, at first she kicked and fought, but after a while she became obedient and I sent her home, not expecting to see her ever again. She came back to work the next day right on time, thanked me spontaneously for the spanking, and became a much better employee. After that, each Friday, just after closing, I would discuss with her the quality of her work that week and she willingly allowed me to discipline her in proportion to her failings. She was sexually aroused by the spankings I should say in the interest of full disclosure, but they had a punitive effect anyway. She became a model employee and straightened up her life. Her career has taken her elsewhere, now. 

"At any rate, my buddy was delighted and he referred me to someone else he knew with a similar problem. It has grown from there. I work only on referral. I don't advertise." 

"I see." I replied. "So, if I were to engage you, could tell me in detail what you would do?" 

"I won't tell you exactly what I'm going to do, partly because I don't plan out a session in detail, but also because much of the effect for you comes from the fact that I am in control and, thus, you won't know from minute to minute what's going to happen next. All I will give you now is a general picture. The discipline will include spanking, possibly with an instrument of my choosing. How hard and how long is something that I will decide. You won't suffer any injuries or permanent marks; but I can assure you that it will hurt. You will most likely find the whole process embarrassing. Humiliation is part of the discipline. You may or may not find it sexually arousing."

I blushed at these last words and looked away. 

He continued, "But even if you do, you will still definitely feel punished. Also, I will always be fully clothed and no part of me will penetrate any part of you ... unless you decide you want that."

There was a pause while I nervously tried to think of something to say. Finally, I had a question.

"Is there a safe word? I mean, in case things get too intense."

"Yes, the safe word is simply 'stop'; but let's be clear about this: my services are offered on an 'all or nothing' basis. If you use the safe word, I'll stop what I'm doing, but the entire session ends and I'll leave. My discipline isn't a menu from which you can pick just what you want. If I allowed that, then it would really be you in control, not me. I can't work that way, and even more importantly, you won't get much out of the session if I'm not in control. Much of the value for you is precisely the fact that a man is in control of you. So, once the session begins, you will have to obey me. Disobeying means that your session ends instantly and I go. I recommend that you decide ahead of time whether you are willing to put yourself in my hands for whatever I think is best for you. If that's too scary, then we should drop the whole idea." 

"I see," said I thoughtfully. "What you say makes sense. If I'm in control, then, well, that kind of defeats the whole purpose of it."

He said nothing but nodded and gave me his George Clooney smile.

"Well," I thought of another question, "suppose someone chickens out and uses the safe word. I know the session ends, but they can call you and try again, can't they? You know, schedule another session?"

"Actually, no," he replied, sounding regretful but firm, "I usually won't work with a client again if they have used the safe word, because if I did that would also put them in control."

"I see." 

"It's not an absolute rule," he elaborated, "and I've made a couple of exceptions to it; but I'm very reluctant to. So, basically, if someone uses the safe word, then that's the last they'll see of me."

I reflected on this for a few seconds and then asked, "Do you only work one-on-one? You see, these friends that I mentioned, they ... I mean ... well, I told them I would be meeting you today and they were wondering --"

"Groups are fine," he interjected. "In fact, group sessions create lots of opportunities to enhance the embarrassment and make the discipline more effective."

"However," he suddenly became serious, "I only allow observers in special cases when I think it will be beneficial to the client. That would be premature in your case. So no one can simply be an audience. Everyone there will be disciplined, and they will be disciplined in the manner and degree that I think appropriate. Moreover, the 'all or nothing' rule applies to them, too. If anyone uses the safe word, their session ends instantly and they must leave. I'll continue with the others. If the host uses the safe word, she'll have to go out shopping or something until I'm finished with the others."

Arrivals and Plans

And, so, after a flurry of phone calls, Angie, Jennie, and I agreed, not without a lot of hesitation, to a session of discipline with him. I arranged it for Angie's home on our next Wine and Fantasy night. 

Jennie and I arrived in early evening shortly after Roger, Angie's husband, had gone off to the poker wars. As the three of us waited nervously at Angie's kitchen table for the doorbell to ring, we discussed the 'all or nothing' rule. 

"Maybe to avoid awkwardness," Angie suggested, "we should each write down what kind of punishment or action we won't accept. We can give the list to Mr. Daniels ahead of time. That way, he can make a point of not asking us to do anything we won't do, so none of us will have to use the safe word and end our session early." 

That seemed like a good idea, so Angie got out a piece of paper. 

"I won't let him see my bare bottom or my breasts," Angie said. "I'm going to insist on keeping my underwear on through the whole thing." 

She wrote this down under her name on the paper and then reminded us of something that she had bragged about before, "When I was a model, I was offered nearly half-a-million dollars to pose nude, but I wouldn't do it."

She handed the paper to Jennie who quickly wrote her name and under it wrote "Bare hand only. No paddles! No switches!"

"He mentioned that we might be sexually aroused," I said when Jennie handed me the sheet. "I couldn't bear to have a climax in front of a stranger." 

I wrote my name on the paper and under it wrote "I won't allow arousal to the point of orgasm."

The doorbell rang at that moment. Angie and I greeted Mr. Daniel at the door and I introduced everybody. He was carrying a black leather attaché which he set on the floor of hallway. Angie gave him a quick tour of her home and then we had a cup of tea and chatted about the weather. I could tell that Angie and Jennie were quite taken with his eyes and his smile. 

"Oh, by the way," Angie said handing him the sheet of paper. "We wanted to show this so you'd know our boundaries right from the start."

Mr. Daniels seemed surprised and scanned the sheet quickly. He frowned and seemed about to say something, but instead, he folded the paper into his pocket and smilingly said, "Yes, yes, well, we shall see." 

First session: Angie

There was more talk about nothing until, finally, Mr. Daniels stood up and said "Let's get started. Since you are all first-timers, I don't think I'll plunge you straight into public punishment. I'm going to give each of you a private session in the bedroom first."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode purposely down the hall toward the bedroom. As he did, he called back over his shoulder, "Angie, you are first. Come now, and bring my bag with you." 

Momentarily startled at how he had taken control, we simply stood there staring down the hall, until Angie realized he was waiting. She grabbed his bag and hurried down the hall, already anxious to please him. A moment after she'd gone in, the bedroom door closed.

Jennie and I sat on the sofa and we agreed that we would rather have gone first. It was going to be nerve-wracking waiting for our turn. For a long time we heard nothing from the bedroom and we whispered speculations about what might be going on in there. 

Suddenly, Jennie interrupted my latest whisper and said, "What was that? I heard something."

We listened intently, not even breathing. After a moment, there was another sound from the bedroom. 

"There it is, again," Jennie said. 

"I know. I heard it, too; but what is it?"

We heard it a third time and this time it was unmistakably a human voice. 

"That's Angie's voice," I said, "but I can't tell what she's saying." 

We continued to hear the sound every five or six seconds for another minute. Then it stopped. We debated whether to sneak down the hall and listen at the bedroom door; but before we could decide, it started up again, louder this time.

"She's saying 'thoo.' What does that mean?" Jennie asked. 

"It sounds more like 'and do'," I replied.

Again, Angie's chant, if that's what it was, stopped after about a minute and a half. Again, we grew impatient and wondered if we should listen at the door. Suddenly, it started up again. It was much louder now, and there was no mistaking what Angie was saying. 

"Thank you!" we heard her say clearly. 

Jennie and I looked at each other, puzzled, and in a few seconds we heard her say it again.

"Thank you!"

When she said it a third time a few seconds later, I saw Jennie's mouth and eyes open wide and she got that "Oh, I get it!" look on her face. I must have had the same look on my face because I got it too. Memories of dozens of Literotica stories came flooding back to me and I realized what was happening: 

Angie was being spanked and thanking him out loud for each spank. 

The 'thank you's continued for another minute or two. They were so loud Angie must know that we could hear her. She must be mortified, I thought, and I felt myself dampen at the thought of it.

After a minute-long pause, the spanking and the thanking started up again. Before long, Jennie and I could hear Angie make other sounds in between the 'thank you's: sometimes it was a gasp, other times it was an "unh" sound halfway between a moan and a grunt. 

The pattern continued for about another ten minutes with rest periods of a minute each alternating with spankings of about one to two minutes. Toward the end, Angie's gasps and grunts became louder and longer while her thanks became tearful and garbled.




The Disciplinarian Ch. 01



"Unnnhhh. Thh- uh- ank you."

"Ahh! Th- th- th- ank ah."

"Owwwoo. Tink you, [sniffle]."

After ten minutes of this, there was a longer rest period and then we began to hear a rapid rhythmic smacking sound. The sound was much faster paced and there were no more 'thank you's. 

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack ...

After a few seconds of this we began to hear Angie gasping and grunting again even as the smacking sound continued without pause. Before long Angie's moans became very loud, weepy, and almost continuous. It constituted a kind of high-pitched melody accompanying the drum track of the smacks.

"Ow! Unh, ahh, errgg, ... [sob], Oh, oh, [gasp], arrrrggghhh, ouch, unnn, [gasp], huhuh [sniffle], oww ...

It was so loud; I knew that Angie knew that we could hear it. Her humiliation must be devastating and I felt sorry for her, but I also realized that I was getting very creamy between my legs. 

At this point there was another brief rest period and then the rapid fire spanking began again. We could still hear Angie's exclamations of pain, but they were much softer and muffled now, as if she were gagged. The smacking sound, oddly, seemed to become sharper, more of a slapping sound of flesh on flesh. 

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank...

Finally, the rain of spanks stopped and so did Angie's groans. We just heard her breathing hard, like someone who'd just finished a sprint. 

After a couple more minutes, the bedroom door opened and they returned to the living room. Angie was in the lead and she certainly didn't look like the haughty model I'd known. She was barefoot, and her hair and dress were disheveled. She hung her head and looked at the floor in front of her as she walked. She would not look us in the eye. 

Mr. Daniels followed right behind her, just as calm and commanding as ever. Even his clothes still seemed neat. Jennie and I instinctively stood up when he entered the room. 

He looked at us and gave us the George Clooney smile, then looked at Angie and said, "Angie, I believe you had something you wanted to tell Soo May and Jennie, didn't you?"

Angie, who was still looking at the floor, nodded in the affirmative and slowly lifted her head, but kept her eyes downcast. Then she reached one hand up to her mouth as she opened it. Jennie and I were surprised to see something white and crumpled in her mouth. She took it out and shook it out. 

It was her underpants.

I heard Jennie gasp in surprise beside me and I nearly did, too. Angie had told us, almost primly, just a short while before that she would not take her underwear off for Mr. Daniels. Now it was evident that she had done just that. Her face turned beet red and I could see she was blinking back tears of humiliation as she bowed her head again. 

"Go ahead, Angie," Mr. Daniels said pleasantly, "what did you want to tell them?"

"Jennie and Soo May," she began, "I've been ... ". 

Her voice trailed off. 

"Louder," he said.

Angie started again closer to normal volume, "Soo May and Jennie, I've been thoroughly spanked."

"Clothed or bare?" he asked impatiently.

"Bare" she nearly whispered.

"Complete sentence, please," he said wearily, "and loud enough for us all to hear."

Angie gave a small sniffle, took a deep breath and said "I've been thoroughly spanked on my bare bottom." 

"Good," he said, "now show them."

Angie, who had turned down 6-digit fees to pose nude when she was model, turned her back on us and lifted the back of her skirt to her waist. 

This time, it was my turn to gasp and Jennie giggled nervously (which brought another sniffle from Angie and she hung her head even lower). I'd seen Angie at the beach, but I'd never seen her naked behind before. She had kept in shape and she still had the body of a model. Her legs were long and slim and her bum was high and pert. But what made me gasp was its color. It was a bright pink in contrast to the lightly tanned color of the rest of her skin. 

"Alright, Angie," he instructed, "go kneel on the sofa and rest your forearms on the back of it; but keep your bottom exposed."

Then he looked at Jennie and gestured for her to follow him. He turned back down the hall as he said, "Come, then, Jennie, you're next." 

She hurried after him and I heard the door close behind them. 

Second Session: Jennie

I sat down in an easy chair and said nothing. What do you say to a friend who is kneeling like a naughty schoolgirl showing her bare, well-spanked, butt? After a moment, I turned the chair so that I was facing away from her. 

"I'm not looking, Angie," I said. 

"Thank you," she whispered. She was still sniffling a bit. 

After a few minutes, we heard something from the bedroom. Someone was saying something, a word or two, every five or six seconds. Then it stopped. After a minute, it started again, louder. It was definitely Jennie's voice and at first I assumed she was saying "Thank you," but I soon realized that she was saying something different each time. After another minute-long pause it started up again. This time Angie and I could hear clearly what she was saying. 

"One"

"Two"

"Three" 

He was making her count the spanks out loud. Once, again, I felt gooey between my legs as contemplated how embarrassed Jennie must feel, knowing that we could hear her counting her spanks.

She stopped after ten and a minute later the spanking started up again and she started counting from "one". There were several sets of ten spanks interspersed with one-minute rest periods. About the fourth round we could hear Jennie expressing pain between counts. Her 'ow's were higher pitched, more like squeals, than Angie's grunts, and unlike Angie, she uses actual words as well as exclamations.

"Owwwa. One."

"Eeee. Oh God!. Two"

"Ah- ah- ah. Three"

...

By the last round, she was sniffling and her voice had become distorted.

"Ehhh-uh. Oh please. Zicks. [gasp] "

"Ah-oww. Zeven. [sniffle]"

"Ow, ow, ow, owwwh, no more! Eight. [sob]"

...

There was a longer than usual rest period and then, as with Angie, I heard a rapid fire smacking begin. 

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack ...

There was no more counting, but after the first 30 seconds, the melody of pain began to accompany the drum track again. It was higher pitched this time, but the genre was the same.

"Ee! Ahh, ooo, God, ... [gasp], Ih- ih- ih, [sniffle], ouch, errrrgggg, Damn, [sob], ahun, [sniffle], ...

I felt another gush of moisture in my privates. 

The spanking finally stoped after three or four minutes. Then, about a minute later, Angie and I heard Jennie give a very loud, sharp "Ow-Oo." It was almost a shriek. It was followed by a long silence as we listened intently. She did it again and this time we heard a slight wooshing sound ending with a snap just before her cry. Five more times we heard it. 

Whoosh. Snap. "Ouch!"

Whoosh. Snap. "Ahha"

Whoosh. Snap. "Oh God, Oh"

Whoosh. Snap. "[sob] Uh- uh- uh"

Whoosh. Snap. "Arrgghhh"

Two minutes later, they came out of the bedroom. Jennie was in the lead and she hung her head just as Angie did when she came out. Her hair was also a mess and she walked stiffly with one hand rubbing her behind through her jeans. 

Again, I stood up instinctively when Mr. Daniels entered the room. 

"You can get up from the sofa and let your dress fall now, Angie," is the first thing he said, "and put your underwear on as well."

She did as he instructed, but I notice that she kept her eyes on the floor, as Jennie did. 

"Alright, Jennie," he instructed, "time to tell the others about your punishment."

Keeping her eyes on the floor, Jennie begins, "Soo May and Angie, I have just been given a spanking- I mean, a good hard spanking on my bottom- I mean, on my naked bottom." 

"Show them," Mr. Daniels commanded.

Sniffling, she turned around, unbuckled her jeans, and let them drop to the floor. She put her thumbs into the waist of her panties, pulled them down and let them drop, too. Her top was a baby-T, so it did not hang below her waist. 

This time it was Angie's turn to gasp. She had not seen a pink spanked bottom before. But I gasped, too, and I only partly covered a nervous giggle by putting my hand over my mouth. (Jennie heard us, gave a little sob of embarrassment and hung her head lower.) The reason for my surprise was that Jennie's curvy bottom was more than just pink. It also had several stripes across it of a darker red color. 

"As you can see," she said with a choke in her voice, "I was also switched."

I'd lost count of how many times I was surprised that night, but I was surprised again. Jennie had told us she would bail out rather than let a switch or paddle be used on her; but there she was, striped bottom on display, head hung in shame. 

"Step out of your jeans and underwear, Jennie," Mr. Daniels instructed. "Then kneel on the sofa and rest your forearms on the back of it. Keep your bottom exposed."

He then looked at me, sternly and steadily for several seconds. Finally, his eyes seemed to soften and the George Clooney smile appeared. He nodded his head toward the hallway and headed off to the bedroom. I scampered after him.

Third Session: Soo May

As soon as I closed the door behind us, he told me to take off my shoes and socks. Then, to my surprise, he stepped close to me and gripped my shoulders. 

"I always begin the first session with a new client by telling them this," he said. "You are absolutely safe with me. I won't push past what you can take. While there will be difficult moments for you, I can promise you that tonight when you fall asleep you will find that all-in-all you have no regrets."

Then he stepped back and looked me up and down. He smiled and said "You have a boyish figure, but on you it is somehow sexy. Because your face is so pretty, it contrasts with your body and the effect is to make you seem more feminine and womanly." 

I felt a warm thrill run through me. He called me "sexy" and "feminine" and "womanly!" 

"Now," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "if there's one thing about Angie that you could change what would it be?"

"Well, uh ...," I was surprised by the question, "uh, I guess she can be pretty stuck up sometimes. Just because she was once a professional model, she thinks we should follow her lead in clothes and most everything else."

"I see," he replied. "Now, the same question about Jennie."

"She often brags about how many boyfriends she has," I said, not without some real resentment, "and sometimes when I don't have one, she'll tease me about it. I pretend that I don't mind, but it hurts me."

"Interesting," he said, "that will be very helpful. Now, let me state some rules. To begin with, you must not look me in the eye for the rest of the evening. Whenever I am in the same room with you, you must look down. Understood?" 

I said "Yes" and immediately looked down.

"Also," he continued, "when you speak, try to use complete sentences. That may seem silly but, trust me, it will enhance the experiences you are about to have." 

I nodded my assent to this.

"You'll probably want to rub your bottom at times," he added, alarmingly. "You must ask my permission to do so. Clear?"

I nodded again.

"Good -- Now, I spanked Angie over my lap and I spanked Jennie while she was lying on the bed with her legs off the end; but I think I'll get best effect for you by having you kneel on the bed facing away from me. Do it."

I hastened to obey and knelt on the bed with my back to him. My feet and shins stuck out from the edge of the bed.

"Now bend at the waist until you can rest the side of your head on the bedspread."

I did so, laying the side of my face on the bedspread with my hands on either side of my head. The effect was to leave my small hips up high in the air. My khaki slacks were stretched tight across my seat. I instantly felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I was aware also that the situation was arousing me again.

He stood beside the bed, just to my left. My bum was a perfect height for him to spank.

"If you were counting," he said, "you know I started each of the other two with six sets of 10 spanks, with a minute rest period between each set. You will get the same. Now ask me for your spanking -- politely."

"P- Please, Mr. Daniels," I stammered, "give me a sp- spanking." 

Could there be anything more humiliating I asked myself, than to raise my rump to a near stranger and ask him to spank me? I would soon find out that, indeed, there could be. By the time this evening was over I would look back on this moment as the least embarrassing one. 

Swat! His first spank startled me and I lifted my head and let out a little "uh." My khaki slacks and underwear provided some protection, so there wasn't much pain, but the blow was more than a pat. 

Swat! Swat! He gave me two more in quick succession. I took them without making a sound. After a pause, he gave me seven more in one burst. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

These still didn't hurt much, but they served to drive home to me the position I was in: head down, bottom up, submissively offering myself for whatever punishment he cared to give. I felt a new rush of juice in my vagina.

"For the next ten," he said, "pull your slacks down and, in addition to asking for the spanking, you are to ask for each spank by saying 'another, please.'"

I undid the snap and zipper of my khakis and lowered them till they rested on the back of my bent knees. I always wore frilly underwear with lots of ruffles in an effort to make my boyish hips seem wider. Now my ruffled bottom was pointed up at him and another wave of embarrassment flowed through me.

"Please, spank me," I said.

Swat! It was no harder than before, but without the protection of my slacks, the pain was sharper. There was a long pause before I remembered my instructions.

"Another, please," I said softly.

Swat! 

"Another, please."

And, so, we continued this way for eight more. By the end, my voice was getting breathy, but the effect was, at this point, still more humiliating than painful.

His next instruction came as no surprise. 

"Pull down your underwear, Soo May," he ordered, "and ask for the next ten on your bare bottom, and don't forget to ask for each spank."

I reached back and put my thumbs in the waist of my panties. I hesitated for a moment, and then screwed up my courage and yanked them down to join my slacks at my knees. 

I had been in a near continuous state of arousal all evening and seconds after baring my hindquarters I could smell my own arousal. I winced at the thought that Mr. Daniels could probably smell it too. As I knelt there with the side of my face on the bedspread, I had been facing my left side, the same side Mr. Daniels was on. But, now, humiliated, I turned the other way to hide my face. 

It was then that the most surprising thing, in a night filled with surprises, occurred. Mr. Daniels took pity on me and said something that actually reduced my embarrassment a tiny bit. 

"Virtually all women are aroused by a spanking, Soo May," he said, his voice suddenly softer and kinder, "at least if it's properly done. It is hardwired into your brain to respond to a controlling male." 

Then after a pause, he added, with his voice back to commanding mode, "Now ask for your next ten on the bare."

"Please give me ten m- more spanks," I began to stammer again, "on my b- bare behind." 

Smack! 

The sound was different and there was a definite sting to a spank on bare skin. 

"Another, please," I remembered to ask.

"Louder," he ordered.

"Another, please," I said louder. If Angie and Jennie were listening intently they might barely make it out. 

And, so he gave me nine more on my bare bottom. By the end I was making soft, involuntary "uh" and "ow" sounds and my hips were jerking forward a bit with each spank. 

After a minute rest, he gave his instructions for the next set.

"The next ten will be the same, but you must call out your request for each spank loud enough for Angie and Jennie to hear it in the living room."

I gulped, but nodded assent and he resumed as soon as I'd said "Please give me another ten spanks."

Smack! 

I took a deep breath and called out loudly "Another, please!"

My eyes began to tear in embarrassment again with the knowledge that Jennie and Angie could hear me. 

Smack! "Another, please!"

Smack! "Another, please!"

...

We continued. By the end of the set, my 'ow's and 'uh's had become much louder, too; and my hips were beginning to twist and jerk in pain.

"Mr. Daniels," I asked, "may I rub my bottom." 

"Yes, you may."

I reached back with both hands and rubbed both buns. This in itself was embarrassing, but I needed the relief it brought to my butt. 

The rest period lasted about a minute and I found that I was more aroused than ever. I was pretty sure that my pubic hair was damp now. After a minute, we began again. But he ordered a slight change in how I presented myself:

"With both hands, grip the waist of your slacks and panties and pull them up a little. Hold them at the level of mid-thigh throughout the spanking." 

Puzzled, I reached back on either side and grabbed one side of my pants and underwear in my right hand and the other side with my left. As he'd commanded, I lifted them both to mid-thigh and held them there. 

"Ten more spanks, please, Mr. Daniels," I remembered to ask.

Smack! He was striking harder and I gasped before calling out "Another, please!"

Smack! "Ow! Another, please!"

Smack! "Uhnn! Another, please!"

By the third one, I was no longer puzzled about why he wanted me to hold my pants and panties halfway up. There is something infinitely more submissive and humiliating about having to hold one's own pants just low enough to be spanked instead of just dropping them. Somehow it emphasized that I was offering up my bum for spanks. My humiliation became even deeper.

I was sniffling a bit when we finished the set and there was now a continuous stinging in my posterior. Mr. Daniels gave me permission to rub my bottom again and he let the rest period go on a little longer. 

"For the last set, Soo May, I want you naked below the waist."

I lifted one knee and pushed my pants and underwear past it, and then I shifted my weight and did the same on the other side. Finally, I kicked them both off. 

Another deep breath and I tearfully said again, "Please give me [sniffle] another spanking."

My bottom, by this time, was so tender I was exclaiming in pain from the very beginning. 

Smack! "Ahh! Another, please!"

Smack! "Uhhh! Another, please!"

Smack! "Oooh! [sniffle] Another, please!"

Smack! "Oww! Another, please!"

Smack! "Ehhhh! Nother, [sob] please!"

Smack! "Unh! Ah! Ah! Another, peeeeeese!"

Smack! "Errrgh! Anotherrpleeeesahhhh! Oh, oh!"

Smack! "Unn! Nuh! Nuh! An- An-Another, p- p- please! [sob]"

By now my butt was twisting and jerking wildly. First one leg would kick out spasmodically, then the other. On the next-to-last one I compulsively pushed my upper body up off the mattress, arched my back, and nearly howled.

Smack! "Arrgghhh! Notter pease! Owwwooo!"

Smack! 

"Please, [gasp] oh, please," I begged, "may I rub my bum, Mr. Daniels?"

"Yes, you may."

He gave me two full minutes to rest and as I knelt there in my obscene position, breathing hard and rubbing my bottom, I realized that my sex was nearly dripping. I'd never been so wet. 

Mr. Daniels interrupted my thoughts, "I'm now going to give you two or three minutes of continuous hard fast spanks, Soo May, just as I gave the others. For this, I want you completely naked. Take off your top. "

I rose up to an upright kneel, with a deep breath and a whimper I pulled my pink T-shirt over my head. I was wearing no bra. I seldom did, since I never needed one. I quickly clapped one arm across my tiny breasts and lowered my upper body back to the 'bottoms up' position.




The Disciplinarian Ch. 01



"Isn't there something you want to ask me?" he inquired.

"Yes," I whimpered, "please [sniffle] spank me some more."

He immediately began a rain of spanks on my tender bottom.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Within seconds I was gasping with each slap. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

After half a minute, I was twisting and bucking. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

After a full minute, my eyes were watering and the sting was exquisite.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

After 90 seconds, I was crying out my own vocal part to go with Mr. Daniels's drum track, just as Angie and Jennie had before me.

"Oh! Arrgh! [gasp] O, God! Owww! Unnnnnhhh! Please! [sob] Ooonnnggg! Ahh, ooo, ...

By the two minute mark, my butt was practically dancing a jig. It bucked forward, twisted one way, then the other. One cheek would clench and unclench, then the other, then both. I began to kick out with my legs. I clutched the bedspread in both hands, uncovering my breasts, thereby giving him an upside down view of them. Even in my pain, I was aware of the show I was putting on for him and new waves of humiliation washed over me. 

Within a few more seconds, however, I began to feel something else even stronger than the pain: I was powerfully aroused. I was as horny as I'd ever been in my life. The sounds I was making changed tenor. In between the 'ouch's and 'ow's, were noises that were closer to coos than to moans.

"Ow! ohhh Arrgh! ... ahh [gasp] Owww! mmmmmm, ... yes-huh ...

"Fuck me," I whispered, and then I repeated it a little louder, "please, fuck me."

He stopped, and for a moment I thought his icy reserve might finally have cracked. But then he spoke with his usual voice of bemused self-possession. 

"Not a bad, idea, Soo May," he said. "Someday I may take you up on that offer. I think you are a very sexy woman, but tonight has different purposes." 

He started up again, but for a few seconds I felt no pain. I was still amazed that he had called me a "sexy woman." Not "cute girl," but "sexy woman!" 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Oo! [gasp] yes, yes, yes Errgh! mmmhhhmmm Owww! oh oh, aaahhh ...

Finally, it ended. It had been less than 3 minutes, but it seemed an eternity. I knelt there, still bottoms up, breathing hard and feeling horny as hell.

"I can see you are in quite a state, Soo May. Go ahead and bring yourself to a climax."

"What? Bring myself?" I said, surprised. "You can't mean ... " 

"Oh, yes I can mean," he replied decisively. "I want you to bring yourself off. Do it! Now!"

"But I- I- I don't ... uh ... know how," I lied.

"Don't know how?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you, Soo May?"

"Twenty-two."

"What's the longest time you've gone without a lover in the last four years?"

"Well ... uh ... I guess months, maybe over a year."

"So you're a 22 year-old woman who has gone months at a time without a lover and you expect me to believe you don't know how to masturbate? Do you take me for a fool? Now, stop stalling and get on with it." 

I groaned in embarrassment, but I spread my thighs slightly and slipped a hand between my legs to my privates. Still hoping I could pretend I didn't have any experience at self pleasuring, I slipped my middle finger into my vagina and began to slowly saw it in and out. 

"Don't try my patience, Soo May," he said evenly but commandingly. 

I sighed with defeat, and with a sob of mortification, I pulled the finger out, paired it with my pointing finger, and began to rub them both slowly across my clitoral hood. 

I was so aroused already that it didn't take long to work myself up. My finger movement became faster and faster. My breathing became louder and heavier. I began making unconscious mewing and cooing sounds. 

"uh, oh, ah, unh, yes, oh, oh, huhuh, mmm, ... "

I spread my knees wide. I knew I was giving Mr. Daniels a close up view of all my nether secrets, but pleasure, for the moment, was overpowering embarrassment. I switched to a small circular movement on the clitoral hood, and with my other hand I began fingering my nipples. 

My hips were beginning to twist and buck again, but not in pain this time. As I neared a peak, I knew exactly what I needed to bring me over the top.

"Mr. Daniels," I said, "please spank me some more." 

He did, much slower than before, but not a bit softer.

Spank! 

Spank! 

Spank! 

My moans of pleasure became louder.

"Oh, Ah, Unh, Yes, MMM, Yes, Oh, Huhuh, Oh, Uh ... "

Spank! 

Spank! 

Spank! 

Soon I was verbalizing, getting louder and louder as my two fingers became a blur sliding back and forth across my clit.

"oh Yes, spank me. mmm Spank me. ahhh"

Spank! 

Spank! 

Spank! 

I even began to voluntarily use the phrase he had required me to say only a few minutes before.

"unnh More! Another, please. Anuh- nuh- nuhnunnother, please. ahhh Yes!"

Spank! 

Spank! 

Spank! 

As the beginning of my climax began to rush through me, I was practically shouting.

"Yes! Spank my bottom! Spank it! Another, please! Another, please! Spank my little boy butt!"

The most consuming orgasm I'd ever had crashed over me. My hips bucked forward as my upper body rose up curving my back as I bucked repeatedly against my own fingers. It seemed to last forever, but I finally collapsed, spent, onto the bed. 

As rational thought slowly returned to me, I realized that Jennie and Angie must have heard my final orgiastic outburst, including "Spank my little boy butt." I took some comfort in the possibility that they might think it was something Mr. Daniels made me say and that they might not realize that I'd been aroused to the point of climaxing.

"Stand up, Soo May," he said, after I'd gotten my breath back, "We're going back to the living room, now. Leave your clothes off."

"But Angie and Jennie weren't naked," I protested while keeping my head bowed submissively.

"Each client is different and I give each what they need. What's best for you right now is to go out there and face your friends naked," he explained. "Now, when we go out there, you are going to tell them that you were thoroughly spanked on the bare. You will then show them your spanked bottom. Finally, you will tell them that the spanking so aroused you that you had to masturbate to orgasm while I gave you an extra spanking at your request. 

"I think", he continued, "that it would be too much for you right now to have to tell them that you begged me to fuck you, so I won't require that."

This was the point in the evening when I came closest to using the safe word and ending it. What he was asking was mortifying to the nth degree. But I realized that Jennie and Angie had already overheard enough to suspect pretty much everything he was making me tell them. I also found that I wanted to please him, to not disappoint him; so after a long pause for thought, I slowly nodded my head in acceptance. 

"OK," he said, "Let's go. And one more thing, don't forget I told you to look down whenever you are in the same room with me. And, oh yes, don't forget to use complete sentences."

I clamped one hand over my pubis and threw the other arm over my tits. As I reached the door, he opened it for me, since my hands were occupied with modesty duty. With my head hung, I stepped out and walked down the hall to the living room, keeping my eyes on the floor. 

I heard both Angie and Jennie burst out with a kind of surprised hoot as soon as they saw me enter naked. 

"Alright, Jennie, you can pull up your pants and get up from the sofa, now," he instructed her. 

I stood there, stark naked, head hung in shame, facing my two best friends. Given my body type, with my hands covering my breasts and pubis, I might just as well have been a little girl or, for that matter, a little boy. 

"Soo May," Mr. Daniels said, "I believe you have something to say to your friends."

"Angie, Jennie," I began, "I have been thoroughly spanked on my bare bottom." 

"Show them," Mr. Daniels instructed.

I turned around to give them a good look at my small bottom, which was no doubt as pink as theirs had been.

"Face them again, Soo May, and tell them what else happened," he instructed.

This was the moment of truth. Less than 90 minutes before I had told my friends I would not allow him to arouse me to a climax. Just a couple of weeks ago, I denied to them for the umpteenth time that I ever masturbated. Now I must reveal myself as a submissive, self-pleasuring slut.

"I- I uh- I was, [sob]" my voice dropped to a whisper, "aroused by the spank-"

"Speak up! Soo May," he ordered, "Now start again."

"I was aroused by the spanking," I began, as I saw Angie and Jennie turn red and clamp their mouths shut to suppress giggles, "and I played with myself till I came while Mr. Daniels gave me an extra spanking that I requested."

The girls could not suppress their giggles anymore and they began to titter and smirk at me. Hot tears of shame dripped down my red face. 

Epilogue

"That's enough for tonight," said Mr. Daniels, "I'll be going now. I think we accomplished a lot and I'm very proud of you three for seeing it through."

Weirdly, perhaps, we all felt pride in the approval of this man who had so debased us. 

"You have my number," he added, smiling his George Clooney smile, "so if any of you want another session, either together or individually, just give me a call."

Angie ran to the bedroom to fetch his bag and the switch he'd used on Jennie without his even asking her to. After dropping the switch into it, he smiled again, and Angie saw him to the door. 

I dressed and talked about the evening over wine. At one point, Angie playfully threatened to make "Boy Butt" my new nickname, while Jennie smirkingly proposed "The Diddler." 

I did learn how Mr. Daniel had gotten Angie to abandon her resolve not to lower her panties. 

"He was spanking me on my underwear over his lap," she explained, "and I was making louder and louder cries of pain. I was embarrassed that you guys might hear me if I got any louder. At the time, I didn't realize you guys could already hear me anyway. I begged Mr. Daniels to let me gag myself with a scarf or something; but he would only allow me to use my own undies. I resisted that idea at first and tried not to be so loud, but embarrassment at being heard overcame my embarrassment at letting him see my bare behind. So I took them off and stuffed them in my mouth."

"That reminds me of something that puzzled me," she continued. "Jennie, why did you let him use the switch on you?" 

"It was a trade," she replied. "He was hand-spanking me long and hard as I lay on the end of the bed. I didn't think I could take anymore and he offered to stop if I agreed to take seven switches."

Then, of course, they wanted to know how Mr. Daniels got me to break my resolution that I would not have a climax in his presence. 

"Well," I explained, "I was already horny before I went into the bedroom with him just from listening to you two getting punished. Then, after I got in there, he said really nice things to me and about my body. He made me feel so safe. Of course, I didn't realize you guys were going to hear me aroused until I was already past the point of no return."

"He complemented you?" Angie asked in surprise, and then she looked at Jennie with a questioning look as if to say 'He did not compliment me. Did he compliment you?' 

Jennie shook her head 'no', and then they both looked at me with new respect.

"Well," Jennie said, not bothering to hide her surprise, "it seems that Mr. Daniels was quite taken with you, Soo May."

We finished our wine and Angie and Jennie said they wanted to think over whether to have another session with Mr. Daniels, and I agreed; but I really didn't need to think it about. My sister was right. My life had changed.

To be continued in The Disciplinarian Ch 02 



The Disciplinarian Ch. 02



This story continues from the "The Disciplinarian, Ch. 01". You need to read that story first to understand who the characters are and where they are physically and emotionally.  

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Jennie, Angie and I talked a lot over the next few days. Angie reported that she had great sex with her husband, Roger, after the last session and Jennie said she all but raped her boyfriend who was puzzled but pleased. Both told me, tittering, that they'd insisted on keeping the lights off, lest their respective paramours notice the pinkish tint remaining in their hindquarters. We quickly decided that we wanted another session with Mr. Daniels. 

I volunteered to call him. It could have been set up by telephone, but I wanted to see him alone again, so I suggested another meeting at the coffee house the next day and he agreed. 

I was late even more than I had been for our first meeting, but once again he either did not mind or chose not to say that he minded. 

Since there was no longer a need for any explanation of what he did, the meeting went quickly. I was frustrated that I did not get to spend more time with him. I kept finding reasons to make it last longer. I asked him questions whose answers I perfectly well knew, such as "Will there be spanking again?" He didn't seem to mind, however, and even seemed to extend the meeting himself, making chit-chat about my job. 

At any rate, we quickly made arrangements for a second session at Angie's. Although I wanted it as soon as possible, we had to wait till the next Wine and Fantasy night when Angie's husband would be out playing poker. 

Taking Inventory

Jennie and I arrived at Angie's place just as her husband was leaving. I was wearing pink Capri pants and a frilly white blouse. Jennie was wearing a medium length black skirt and plain white button front shirt. Angie was wearing stylish black slacks and a pullover sweater. 

We drank a glass of wine at Angie's kitchen table while we waited for Mr. Daniels. Jennie and Angie seemed calmer than they had before our first session with him two weeks before. But I was just as nervous. I wanted to keep my cool this time and not make such a spectacle of myself in front of Mr. Daniels. I knew he'd probably get me wet again, but I was determined not to get more aroused than Angie or Jennie. Each of them seemed able to keep control of herself until she was with the man in her life. I wanted to keep control, too. At least until ... until ... well, I didn't have a man, so I guess I wanted to keep cool until I was home alone with my fingers.

The doorbell rang and moments later, Angie greeted Mr. Daniels at the door and he joined us in the kitchen. Maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed to beam when he saw me. He was wearing a suit and tie, again, and smiling his George Clooney smile as he sipped wine with us and made small talk. He asked us about our hobbies and Jennie told him she played handball several times a week. Angie talked about her amateur clothing design. She mentioned, too, that her husband, Roger, was a ping pong fanatic. Mr. Daniels seemed to take all this in, with genuine interest. After a while, he stood up and walked to the living room. 

"Mind if I look around a bit, Angie?" he called back over his shoulder.

"Not at all," she said and we all followed him. 

He grew serious and stood in the middle of the room looking at the furniture. He seemed to studying things. Suddenly, he walked to a point in the room where he could look down the hallway that led to the master bedroom. He looked at an easy chair in the living room, and then back and forth between the chair and the hall a few times. Smiling, he seemed to reach a decision about something and he dragged the chair so that it faced the passage to the hallway. 

He then stood lost in thought for a moment. Finally he spoke. 

"Do any of you have a camera with you?" 

"My mobile phone can take pictures," Jennie said. "I'll get it." 

"No," he stopped her, "I don't want it now. Maybe later, I'll let you know."

I saw that Angie, who had been relatively calm up to this point, suddenly grew nervous at the hint that a camera might play a part in tonight's activities.

His roaming took him to the bedroom, but he did not spend much time there. He just spun around looking at the furniture. He patted the seat of the stool in front of Angie's makeup dresser as if he was testing its strength. Then it was back to the kitchen where Mr. Daniels opened the refrigerator. 

"Can I get you anything?" Angie asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No, no." he replied as he opened her vegetable crisper drawer. "I'm just doing a kind of inventory," he continued, as if that explained anything.

Finally, he closed the refrigerator door, smiled at the three of us and said "Let's get started. All of you take off your shoes and socks."

We did and then he went back to the living room and, pointing to the chair that was now facing down the hallway, he instructed, "Soo May and Angie, I want you two to sit in that chair." 

We obeyed immediately. Angie is model thin and I am tiny, so it was no problem for us to sit side-by-side in the chair.

"Jennie," he said, "you come with me." 

With that, he strode down the hallway and into the bedroom, with Jennie scurrying after.

Diaper Position

The bedroom door closed. I should explain that at the far end of the hallway, facing anyone looking down the hall, as we were, is the door to the bathroom. The bedroom door is also at the far end of the hallway, but it opens on the side of the hallway, so when it was closed Angie and I could not see much more than the profile of the doorknob sticking out a couple of inches into the hallway. Similarly, when the bedroom door was open, even wide open, we could not see into the room. So, if you think of the hallway as a stage, then the bedroom is actually offstage to the right.

After a minute or so, Angie and I leaned forward and strained to hear, curious but also a bit scared to know what Jennie might be undergoing.

To our surprise, the door suddenly opened again.

Jennie's head, shoulders, and arms suddenly came through the door, but they were horizontal and very low, about knee high. 

I blinked in confusion as Jennie placed her hands on the hallway floor. We could see her head and upper body up to a point just below her breasts. She was still fully dressed, at least the part of her that we could see. The rest of her was inside the room, hidden from view. For a moment I thought she must be crawling out of the room. But she made no more forward progress. The angle of her back did not seem right either. If she were crawling it would be flat, so her hips would be at the same level as her shoulders, but the line of her back was angled up as it moved away from her head and toward the room. In my mind's eye, I projected that her hips must be much higher than her shoulders. 

Angie had an explanation before I did.

"She's over his lap," she whispered to me.

Of course, I thought. He must be sitting in a chair just inside the door with Jennie lying over his lap. That would explain her position. 

With the mystery solved, I could concentrate on Jennie. Seemingly, too embarrassed to look at us, she turned her face downward, red-faced, and she studiously looked straight at a point on the floor between her hands. After a few seconds, she did glance briefly in our direction, and then, seeing us looking at her, she flashed pink, grinned, and quickly looked back at the floor. But it wasn't a grin of happiness, it was one of those pink-faced grins of sheepish embarrassment. 

Her body, or what we could see of it, made subtle shifts for a few seconds, indicating that the position of the part we couldn't see was being adjusted. Then the movement stopped and after a second's pause, she spoke ... very nervously.

"Is this ... um ... I mean, Is muh ... uh .. is my puh- position pleasing to you, Mr. Duh- Daniels?"

Startled, Angie could not suppress a nervous little snort of a laugh, but I felt myself grow a bit damp between the legs at the submissiveness of Jennie's query.

We heard Mr. Daniels mutter something and it must have been "yes," because she did not change position. 

"Please sp- spank me now, Mr. Daniels," Jennie said with an audible choke in her voice.

Suddenly we heard a muffled smack and Jennie jerked and gasped in surprise. After my experiences with Mr. Daniels two weeks before, I knew that it was a spank I heard, and I knew from the slightly muffled sound of it that Jennie was still had her skirt on.

He continued with a steady rhythm, landing about one spank every second. Muffled by the cloth of the skirt, they made a sound more like "smock" than "smack".

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...

I don't think he was using his maximum strength, but he wasn't warming her up easy either. 

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...

Jennie's body jerked forward a little from the force of each blow. And, despite her bra and shirt, we could see her titties swing forward and then back with each swat.

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...

After a full minute of spanks, she began to emit little gasps after each spank, a kind of quiet back beat that played off the rhythm of the snare drum he was playing on her rear. He speeded up and laid down spanks at about two every second.

Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock. 

By the second minute she was squirming and we could tell that she must be twisting her hips. Her "ow"s and "ooh"s of pain were getting louder. 

Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock. 

By the third minute, her face was red and twisted into a grimace. Her eyes were watering and she was spasmodically twisting, first one way and then back as she gasped and moaned in pain.

"Ouch! ... ow! ... [gasp] ... ahhh!"

After another 30 seconds, Jennie seemed to sag in defeat. Her head and shoulders dropped almost to the floor and her shirt must have become untucked with all her thrashing because it slid down to her armpits exposing her lacy pink bra. With a heaving sob, she spoke.

"Mr. Daniels, ... [sniffle] ... are ... uhn ... we ... [gasp] ... almost finished?"

"Not even close, Jennie," he replied loud enough for us to hear. "You've got over five minutes more coming. That's about 500 or 600 more spanks."

She groaned and began to sniffle audibly. 

"In that case," she sniffled, "I'd like to make a deal for fewer spanks." 

Deal? I thought. Since when can we make deals? I looked at Angie in puzzlement. She only looked back, equally baffled, and then shrugged.

"Very, well," said Mr. Daniels, who did not seem at all surprised at talk of a deal, "I'll cut your remaining spanking in half, but you will have to be almost completely nude: everything off except your panties and even those will be pulled down to your ankles and—"

"OK! I agree." Jennie exclaimed.

"And ...," Mr. Daniels said loudly to point out that she'd interrupted him. 

Jennie sighed with the realization that the deal wasn't going to be quite as simple as she'd first thought.

"And you must be lying on your back with your legs up by your head," he continued. "I believe it's called diapering position." 

Jennie sighed again, but added "Alright. I'll take that deal." 

Jennie pushed herself up from the floor and disappeared into the bedroom. Seconds later her head and naked upper body reappeared face up, lying on her back on the floor. Her bare breasts jiggled a little as she adjusted her position and I noticed that her nipples were hard. A moment later, her feet and ankles appeared above her head. She was in diapering position. 

"Panties to your ankles, Jennie," Mr. Daniels reminded her.

We saw her shoulders move slightly and we knew she'd grabbed the waistband of her undies. Her face turned red in mortification of what she was about to do. Then, blinking back a sniffle, we saw her drag her wispy white panties into view until they reached her ankles. Finally, with a sob, she grabbed each ankle with her hands and held her legs down toward her head and spread as wide as the stretched undies would allow. 

The abject submission of Jennie's position made me squirm in arousal and I hoped that Angie didn't notice. But I also wondered, with an irritation I couldn't explain, why she had worn such sexy underthings.

"Jennie," Mr. Daniels suddenly spoke with deceptive gentleness, "don't you have something to ask me?"

"Huh? ... Oh, yes." we heard her say, "Is my position pleasing to you Mr. Daniels?"

"It is," he replied.

"Then, please spank me, Mr. Daniels," she added.

He must be kneeling beside her, I realized. That's only position in which his hand could reach her bottom, which would be barely above the floor.

SMACK!

He resumed with a much harder spank than he had been dealing out earlier. Jennie gasped in surprise and momentarily lost hold of her ankles, but she grabbed them again and held her legs down.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Spanks on bare flesh sounded differently than spanks did on cloth, and her breasts shook like Santa's belly with each spank.

She lasted no more than a minute this time before she was moaning and gasping again. 

"Errg! ... unh! ... [sniffle] ... ouch!"

As she lay there on her back holding her legs down and spread, I could imagine what Mr. Daniels was seeing: Jennie's furry privates completely exposed and splayed open obscenely. The thought of being in that position myself made me squirm with arousal again.

Seconds later, Jennie was begging for another deal.

"Please, Mr. Daniels," she pleaded, "I can't take anymore."

"Very, well," he seemed to sigh as if this was against his better judgment, "I'll let you finish with just ten more spanks. But they won't be hand spanks. Angie mentioned her husband loves ping pong so there must be plenty of ping pong paddles in this home. Your last ten spanks will be with the paddle and you will be in your original position."

"Alright," Jennie nearly sobbed, "I'll t- take the deal."

"Very well," said Mr. Daniels. "You are to get up and ask Angie if you can borrow a ping pong paddle for the remainder of your spanking. Don't cover any part of your body with your hands. Bring the paddle back to me and be quick about it."

Gingerly, Jennie got up from the floor and walked nakedly down the hallway to us as best she could. her panties still around her ankles. She was looking down and away, unable to face us.

"Angie," she sniffled, "may I borrow a ping pong paddle?" 

"Ask her again, Jennie, and tell her why you want it," Mr. Daniels called from the bedroom.

"May I borrow a ping pong paddle, Angie, so that Mr. Daniels can spank me with it?"

"Of course," Angie said, as she started to get up from the chair, "I'll go get one for you."

"No!" Mr. Daniels called from the bedroom, "She must get it herself. Just tell her where it is."

"It's in that closet," Angie said pointing to a door at the other end of the room, "on the shelf."

"You are taking too long," Mr. Daniels called out at this point, "get back here with that paddle and get in position in fifteen seconds or you'll get extra swats."

With a squeal of fear, Jennie pulled one leg out of her panties and scampered across the room. I twisted around in the chair to watch her. I saw that her bum was a bright pink and her buns alternated pumping up and down as she ran. Angie and I couldn't entirely suppress a giggle which I'm sure Jennie heard. She got to the closet and practically threw open the door. Frantically, she stood on tip toes to reach the high shelf and felt around madly for a paddle. After several seconds, she found one, grabbed it, and raced back towards us with the paddle. As she raced past us and down the hall, we again saw her bare pink bottom churning. Just as she reached the bedroom door, her undies fell off her other foot. She entered the bedroom and in no more than a second she was in her original position, facedown and apparently over Mr. Daniels lap with her upper body visible to us. Her panties were on the floor directly below her face as if she needed any reminders that she was nude. She handed Mr. Daniels the paddle while breathlessly asking the question which I by than I had figured out must be required.

"Is my position pleasing to you, Mr. Daniels?"

He replied that it was, so it was her line next:

"Please, continue my spanking."

"Gladly, but you took a lot longer than fifteen seconds to get back here, so I'm doubling the swats. You will get twenty." 

Jennie opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Mr. Daniels interrupted her with a sharp slap of the paddle against her already tender butt. It made a sound that immediately made me realize the origin of the word "swat".

SWAT!

"Owwwohh," Jennie howled and we could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she was twisting her hips. I found the thought of her twisting on his lap upsetting for some reason. 

SWAT!

"Arrgghhh," Jennie grunted through gritted teeth, her face screwed up and knotted. 

"I can't [gasp] tuh- take twenty of these, Mr. Daniels," she sobbed, "please l- l- let me have another deal." 

Mr. Daniels sighed loudly again and seemed to be thinking it over. Finally, he spoke.

"Alright, Jennie, I'll forgive your tardiness in getting back here with the paddle. I can cancel the extra ten swats, so you'll only have eight more. But only on one condition."

"Anything, anything" Jennie beseeched him. 

"Angie and Soo May will come down here and watch you get your last eight swats close up," Mr. Daniels explained, "and you will thank me for each swat and thank them for watching."

"Oh, God," Jennie moaned.

"Well," said Mr.Daniels, "if you are uncertain you want the deal, I'll just continue with eighteen you've got coming."

"No! no!" Jennie exclaimed, "I'll ... [sob] ... take the deal."

"Then invite them to come and witness your bare-bottom paddling. Use a complete sentence and, as always, be polite." he instructed.

After a pause, Jennie spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Soo May and Angie would you-"

"Louder, please," said Mr. Daniels. "I can barely hear you myself."

Jennie cleared her throat and spoke clearly.

"Angie and Soo May, would you please come down here and watch Mr. Daniels paddle my bare bottom?"

Angie and I looked at each other. We weren't so certain we wanted to see our friend's bare bottom being swatted, but after a moment, Angie got up and walked down the hall. I followed. 

When we got to the bedroom door and could at last see into the room, we were in for a surprise. Jennie was not over Mr. Daniels' lap after all. She was kneeling on Angie's make-up stool which Mr. Daniels had placed just a foot or so inside the room. He had instructed her to kneel on it and then lean forward with her hands on the hall way floor. As a result, she appeared to Angie and me -- the part of her that we could see anyway -- as if she were over his lap.

I felt a surge of relief and joy at the discovery that she was not lying on his lap, although I wasn't sure why. 

In nearly every other respect, Jennie was as I'd pictured her. Her pink bottom was the highest part of her. Her head was near the floor about the height of my shins. Mr. Daniels was standing beside her. Raised up as she was by the stool, her bum was a perfect height for him to smack. 

He held the paddle ominously in his hand, and I felt myself getting fizzier at the scene laid out almost literally at my feet. But he seemed relaxed more than stern. He even smiled slightly at Angie and me as we came into view. The paddle was scary, but he didn't seem scary at all. In fact, while he seemed commanding as always, he was a kind of warm and friendly commander. Strangely, although I knew he would be spanking me before the evening was over, I felt safe in his presence. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 02



"Angie and Soo May," he instructed pleasantly, as if he were organizing a game at a company picnic, "stand on either side of Jennie's head."

We did as instructed. It made Jennie's position doubly submissive. She was not only offering up her bare bottom for his swats, she was practically kowtowing to Angie and me as well. It made me even damper to think of myself in that position.

SWAT!

Even Angie and I jerked at the sound. Jennie did more than jerk. 

"Errrgghhh," she gasped. 

"Anything else you'd like to say, Jennie?" Mr. Daniels asked in the tone of a waiter saying "Can I get you anything more?"

"Th- thank you for that spank," she replied.

"That's better. Seven more."

SWAT! "Ah! Ah! Ah! Thank you."

SWAT! [Big gasping inhale] "Oh God! Oh! Thu-Thu-Thunks!"

With each spank, her bottom would flatten under the paddle and then bounce back jiggling. 

SWAT! Her hips jerked to the right.

"Unnh! Thank you, Thank you, Mr. Daniels."

SWAT! Her left leg spasmodically kicked out behind her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Tank oo." 

SWAT! "Argggghhhhhhhhhhhh! [gasping whisper] th-th-th-thank you." 

SWAT! She bucked forward and her upper body jerked up. 

"ARRGGhhhh! Ow, ow, ow. [gasp] Tha- a- a- anks." 

SWAT! "GRRRRRuuuuhhhhh. Oh, oh, oh. Thank ya- you, Mr. Daniels. May I rub my bottom now?"

Absolutely," he replied magnanimously, "that was the last one, but thank your friends for watching."

"Angie ... [sob]," Jennie said, "Soo May ... [gasp], thank you ... [ow] for watching me get my paddling."

"Excellent," said Mr. Daniels, like a man who'd just had a sip of fine wine. "You can rub, now."

Jennie hurriedly, almost frantically, raised her body so she was kneeling straight up on the stool and began to rub her red butt vigorously with both hands. Her eyes closed in pleasure at the relief. Mr. Daniels let her continue for a full minute. Finally, he spoke:

"Now, Soo May, go back to your seat in the chair. Jennie, leave the paddle here, and go stand behind the chair and face this way so you can see down the hallway. Then bend over the back of it. You will stay naked the rest of the evening." 

Jennie stepped off the stool stiffly and gingerly. Still rubbing her butt and sniffling, she walked down the hall. I followed her and I could see how red her butt was. Once, again, I felt gooey between my legs. 

As I sat down again and Jennie took her assigned position, we saw Angie, looking scared, step into the bedroom.

Photogenic

The door closed so that Mr. Daniels could speak to Angie in private. After a couple of minutes, it opened again and we saw Angie reappear. She seemed to have assumed the same position as Jennie had been when her spanking began: Angie was horizontal, with her hands resting on the hallway carpet, looking down at Jennies limp undies which were directly below her face. We could see only her upper body, but I could picture the rest of her: kneeling on the stool, rump up. I felt wet again.

Then she asked, "Are you satisfied with my position, Mr. Daniels?"

He was.

"Please, sp- spank me now, Mr. Daniels," Angie said with a quaver of fear in her voice. 

Immediately we heard a spank that caused Angie to jerk. She glanced in our direction, as if there was some chance that we might not be looking at her. But, of course, we were staring and Angie turned pink with mortification and immediately returned her gaze to the panties on the floor beneath her. 

Smock! 

The muffled quality of the sound revealed that she was still fully clothed.

As with Jennie, Mr. Daniels started with a pace of about one spank per second. 

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock. ...

A small vibration ran through Angie's body with each spank. Her breasts swung noticeably with each blow. 

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...

Angie seemed able to take more than Jennie had. For nearly two full minutes the only sound was the rhythm of the spanks, as steady as a metronome.

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...

Finally, nearly three minutes into the spanking, she began to gasp and make breathy exclamations of pain.

Smock "Ow"... Smock "huh"... Smock "ah" [gasp]... Smock "oh ow" ...

Mr. Daniels seemed to take this as a signal and he raised the tempo to about two spanks a second.

Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock.

She began to squirm and grit her teeth. Her eyes began to water. 

Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock.

Nearly four minutes into the spanking, she could take no more:

"Mr. D- Daniels, I'd like a- a deal, please," she choked out.

"Alright," said Mr. Daniels, "l think I can come up something fair."

"Tell me," he continued, "when you were a model, Angie, you must have had a portfolio of pictures of yourself that you used to get jobs. Do you still have that?"

"Well ... um ... yes," Angie, answered slowly, suspicious about what he had in mind. "It's in the living room on the shelf to the left of the fireplace." 

"Are there any bikini shots in it?" Mr. Daniels continued his questions.

"Um ... well, yes, several," Angie responded warily.

"Good!" Mr. Daniels exclaimed with real enthusiasm. "Now, here's the deal: I'll reduce your spanking to just 300 more spanks. In exchange, you will be completely naked. Also I've got a little task for you to fulfill first."

He paused to let this sink in before continuing.

"I want you to recreate one of your bikini shots, except that you will be nude," he explained. "Jennie will take it with her camera phone. I'm going to give you only thirty seconds to do this, so don't dawdle. For every second that you are late, you're going to get ten extra spanks."

He paused again to make sure she grasped this, and then he told us the details.

"When I say 'start', you will strip all your clothes except your panties. While holding your underwear at the middle of your thighs, go and get the portfolio and give it to Soo May. She will pick a bikini shot from the album for you to recreate. You will then drop your underwear and assume exactly the same pose as in the original photo. You must have exactly the same expression on your face, too. Jennie will take the picture. Then put your panties back on, but not all the way up. Hold them at your thighs and bring the album and the phone to me. Immediately get back into position."

"Remember, Angie" he then added ominously, "you have just thirty seconds from when I say start. Do you agree to the deal? 

Angie, who had never in her career ever posed nude, began to sniffle loudly. Finally, after about ten seconds, she miserably nodded her agreement.

"Here we go then," said Mr. Daniels, "Start!" 

Angie immediately stood up which meant that we could no longer her see her. A couple of seconds later her pullover flew into the hallway and dropped on the floor. It took her another couple of seconds to kick her slacks on top of the pullover; and a second later, her bra landed on top of Jennie's panties.

Nearly naked, she entered the hallway and turned toward us as fast as she could, pulling down her panties to her thighs as she went. But she immediately discovered that, in order to hold her underwear at mid-thigh, she had to bend forward about 45 degrees as she walked. Angie's face flushed red with humiliation, but she continued on past us and headed for the other end of the room. 

Jennie and I turned around to watch. Her butt was a bit pink but not as much as Jennie's had been, since Angie had not yet had a spanking on the bare. Still, her half bent position looked even funnier from behind since it made her bottom stick out. I felt sympathy for her but I also felt powerfully aroused as I imagined myself in her position: forced to walk around sticking my bare ass out as if I were inviting smacks from anyone I passed. 

Angie grabbed a large object off a shelf by the fireplace and turned around to bring it back to us. It looked like an old-fashioned photo album only thicker. She held the album in one hand and her panties up in the other as she made her comical crouch walk back to us and plopped the album in my lap.

"Pick one, quickly," she said as she let her panties drop to the floor and stepped out of them, adding an instruction to Jennie, "Get your mobile from your bag, hurry!" 

"Twenty seconds," I heard Mr. Daniels called out from the bedroom.

As Jennie hurried to her purse, I opened the album. The first page was a beautiful picture of just Angie's face approximately age twenty. I turned the page and saw a teenaged Angie dressed in a fashion designer's idea of cowboy clothes. I started to turn another page when Angie practically shouted at me. 

"For chrissakes, Soo May, just flip through until you get to a bikini shot!"

Chastened, I held the album up and riffled the pages until I saw a red bikini flash by. I flipped back again until I got to the page and quickly held it up to Angie. 

"Oh, damn!" she said. "It had to be that one!"

"Fifteen seconds," said Mr. Daniels with a cheerful tone of voice that implied he was just trying to be helpful although we all knew he was trying to panic Angie. I couldn't help but smile at what an actor he was.

Just as Jennie arrived back at the chair with her phone, Angie turned her back to us. She bent a little and stuck her bum out at us, made her hands into "guns" with her index fingers as the "barrels", and then put her "guns" on each side of her waist with the barrels pointing down and slightly in, right at her ass. Then she looked back over her shoulder and gave us a big smile. 

I looked at the photo. She was, indeed, recreating it faithfully. But the original, while sexy, was pretty tame: a virginal-looking, teenage Angie giggling back at the viewer while pointing at her tight bikini-clad bottom with the "barrels" of her "guns". The message it sent was "Hey, I'm so innocent I don't even realize that butts are sexy, but I still have the childish idea that butts are naughty so I'm going to goof off by sticking my ass out and pointing at it." 

The new, live, all-nude version in front of me sent a very different message. The pointing fingers, said "Look at my pink butt. I've just been spanked!" The smile on her face add a further bit: "And I enjoyed it!"

"Jennie!" Angie's frantic voice interrupted my thoughts. "Take the picture!"

"I'm trying!" Jennie replied as she fumbled with the phone.

"Ten seconds," said Mr. Daniels from the bedroom. 

Was it my imagination or was he suppressing a laugh. 

"Hurry!" screeched Angie.

Finally, Jennie held up the phone, pointed it at Angie (who resumed her smiling) and snapped the shot. 

"About time," Angie muttered as she quickly turned to face us and bent to pick up her panties and put them back on. 

She slid them up to her thighs and held them there with one hand while she reached out with the other to grab the phone from Jennie. 

"Five seconds," said Mr. Daniels.

Angie started back down the hallway, slightly bent again, so she could hold her undies at mid-thigh level, her pink but sticking back at us. 

"Angie! The album!" I called out. 

"Damn!" she said. 

She reversed direction can came back to me and tried to grab the album from me with the same hand that was holding the phone. But the album was thick and heavy. She'd barely taken a step back toward the bedroom before she dropped it. 

"One second," said Mr. Daniels.

"#$^%*&!!," Angie swore, something she rarely did.

She squatted and scooped up the album and pressed it to her flank with her forearm. Then she rose to a full stand and ran down the hallway. Since she was no longer bent over, the effect was to pull her panties up on the side she was holding them. She unconsciously bent her elbow in order to run and this move cause the undies to be pulled up even higher so they covered most of her bun on that side. The waistband was now caught vertically in the crack of her ass. The sight of her bottom, one half pink and naked, the other encased in thin white panties, churning as she ran, was more erotic than if it had been completely bare. Once, again, I felt myself getting wet. And, once again, I felt myself grow annoyed: Why did she wear such sheer underwear for our session with Mr. Daniels tonight?

A second or two after she re-entered the bedroom, she was back in position, kneeling on the stool, apparently. Only this time, her upper body, which protruded into the hallway where we could see it, was naked. Her breasts hung down nipples pointing stiffly to the floor.

"Not bad," we heard Mr. Daniels say. "You re-enacted the original picture quite well." 

"However," he added with a pause, "you were five seconds late getting back here and into position, so that's 50 more spanks added to the 300 you had coming. Also, you did not obey your instructions to keep your panties at mid-thigh. I'm afraid I have to add another 100 for that. So that's about 400 altogether. We should be all done in about five minutes." 

Angie let out a small whimper and hung her head. 

"Now I believe you have something to ask me, don't you?"

"[Sigh] ... Are you satisfied with my position, Mr. Daniels?" 

"That's a girl!" he congratulated her for remembering, "and yes it is very good." 

He began and once again we heard the sound of man-hand on girl-bottom.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

Angie's body jerked and her tits swayed with every swat. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

After about 20 seconds, she was beginning to gasp and moan a little in pain, although very softly.

"Un ... ow ... [gasp] ... ah ... ouch ... ow ... [gasp] ... huh."

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

After the first full minute, about 60 spanks, we could see her shoulders moving up and down and we knew she was squirming.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

Her noises were much louder and more frequent now. Some of her gasps had a tearful sound to them.

"Oh ... ah ... oh ... ow ... [gasp] ... arghh ... uh ... uh ... [gasp] ... oh, God ... [gasp] ... un."

Spank! Spank! Spank!

By the two minute mark, she was no longer hanging her head. Instead, her muscles stiffened as she concentrated on resisting the pain: her elbows straightened pushing her shoulders and upper body up. She lifted her head up till she was facing the opposite wall of the hallway. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth was locked in a teeth-gritting parody of a smile. Her sounds of pain were forcing themselves past this wall of teeth.

"Huhh-hunk ... arggghhh ... oooowww ... [gasp] ... grrrhhh ... unnnooo ... [gasp] ... uh-hun-hun-hun."

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

I tried not to get any more aroused than I already was. I closed my eyes and tried thinking about baking pies, then about doing my taxes, then about the weather ... 

Spank! Spank! Spank! 

But it didn't work. The relentless sound of the spanks and Angie's noises kept hold of my attention ... 

"Unnnah ... [sob] ... ouch ... ohohoh ... [gasp] ... innaarkkka ... [gasp] ... [sob] ... ooossshhh"

My mind would drift back to my imaginary picture of the part of Angie's body I could not see ...

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

... She is kneeling on a stool, her panties stretched leg-to-leg at mid-thigh, offering her churning, burning, and squirming bare bottom up for chastisement. Telltale beads of fluid glisten humiliating at the ends of her matted pubic hair, as Mr. Daniels stands beside her, remorselessly swinging his arm back and then forward again to slam into her butt over and over and over and—. 

"Muh- muh- Mr. Dih- Dih- Daniels [sob]," Angie's voice interrupted my reverie, "may I puh- please have another duh- deal?"

Her head and upper body had again sagged, but we could tell by the movement of her breasts that she was still trying to twist away the pain even though Mr. Daniels had stopped the spanking.

"And," she continued, "muh- may I ruh- rub my bottom?"

"You may," he answered generously.

Angie held herself up with one forearm on floor and reached back with the other. We could tell by the rapid movements of her shoulder that she was frantically rubbing her butt even as she continued to twist in place. After a few seconds, she switched hands. Finally, she gave up trying to hold herself up. She lay her head on the floor looking away from us, her ear was on the small mound created by Jennie's panties and her own bra. She then reached back with both hands to rub as she continued to squirm. The sight of her sent a new tide of foam through me and I immediately found myself imagining what Mr. Daniels was seeing: Angie's hands rubbing her bright pink, thoroughly spanked butt while her bottom cheeks clenched and unclenched and her hips jerked from side to side as she vainly tried to shake away the pain. 

"I'll tell you what," Mr. Daniels suggested, "I'll let you finish just as Jennie did. You'll get ten swats with the ping pong paddle, with your legs spread wide, and you must ask your friends to come and witness from close up."

"All right ... [sniffle]" she whimpered in shame as much as pain, "I'll ... [gasp] ... take the ... [gasp] ... deal."

"Jennie and Soo May," she continued, "please come down here and watch me get paddled."

When we got to the end of the hall and looked into the bedroom, we were surprised at what we saw. Angie was not kneeling on the stool after all. She was lying across Mr. Daniels' lap as he sat on the stool. He was just pulling her panties off when we arrived. I realized immediately that when Angie had been twisting and jerking, her hips must have been grinding into his lap. Earlier in the evening I had felt relief at the discovery that Jennie had not been over his lap. Now, I felt a surge of anger at the realization that Angie was. Again, I was puzzled at my own reaction, but I didn't have time to analyze it, because Mr. Daniels gave us our stage directions. 

"You two," he said to Jennie and me, "stand on either side of her head."

"Now, Angie," he instructed, "ask politely for each swat and thank me after each. I'll signal you when I want you to spread your legs. Do you understand all that?"

Sniffling, she nodded in the affirmative. 

"Good," he added, "then ask for your paddling."

"Please paddle me, Mr. Daniels."

Smack!

One bun flattened and sprang back as Angie gave a little cry.

"Uhah." 

And, then, after a gulp, with her lower lip quivering in humiliation, she said, "Thank you. Please swat me again." 

And so the paddling continued.

Smack! "Oww ... oh. Thank you, Please give me another."

Smack! "Ahh, ahh, ah! Thanks. Another, please."

Smack! "Errgghh ... oh ... ow. Tank you, [sob] another swat, please."

Mr. Daniels stopped at this point and tapped the inside of one of Angie's thighs and then the inside of the other. She got the hint and spread her legs. He tapped again and she spread them farther. I knew that Mr. Daniels now had a close up view of her secret places. 

He resumed the spanking and her voice became garbled by tears.

Smack! "[Gasp]... ow, ow, ow. Thunk you, Please spank me again."

Smack! "UnnnAhh, ahh, ah! [sob] Tink. 'Nother, pease. [sniffle]"

Smack! "Arrrgghh ... owww ... oooh. Thank ooo. [sob] More, please."

Smack! "Un un un ... [sob] ... [gasp] ... oh, God, ... Gaahhh. Than voo, Another spank, please."

As the spanking neared its end, she began kicking her wide-spread legs up and down pounding her toes into the bedroom carpet. Her face was a mask of pain as she gritted her teeth and cried openly. It took her longer and longer to catch her breath enough to deliver her thanks and her request for more.

Smack! "UnnnAhh ... [gasp] .... ahh, ah ... [sob] ... owww ... oooh ... Thank you ... [sob] ... Give me ... [hunh] ... another ... [sniffle] ... spank, please."

Smack! "Ahhhhhuh ... oh, God, ... [sob] ... oooh ... ahh, ah ... [gasp] ... owww ... Thank you ... [sob]."




The Disciplinarian Ch. 02



Finally, it was over. 

Mr. Daniels allowed Angie to remain on his lap rubbing her bottom for a minute and I, again, felt a surge of anger. Why does she always get to be on his lap? I thought to myself. She has a husband and I have nobody and-- oh, my God!  

At that moment, I realized why I was angry and why I'd been relieved earlier to discover that Jennie was not over his lap. I was envious, not of Angie's pain, I think, but of her contact with him. She got to touch him and I didn't, unless you count the palm of his hand. 

"Angie and Jennie," Mr. Daniels was saying as Angie rose gingerly from his lap, "you both go back down the hall and bend over the back of the chair."

Frogs and Vegetables

My two naked friends hurried to obey. I remained standing in the hallway and looked up at Mr. Daniels just inside the bedroom. I reminded myself that I was not going to embarrass myself this time the way I had the last time. I would not allow myself to get aroused to the point of no return. Angie and Jennie could keep their cool and, dang it, I was determined to keep mine, too. 

He gave me a long look. He was smiling, big and warm and kind of protective, even a little paternal. The look went on so long, I think he might have spaced-out for a moment and forgot where he was and what we were doing. The big warm protective smile didn't make my fear go away, but it did make me feel that I was safe with him; that he would get me through my session with him. 

"Soo May," he whispered in a tone that seemed very personal, as if we were alone. I doubt that the other girls even heard him. He seemed surprised himself at the tone. He cleared his throat and then spoke again, this time louder and in his usual even, uncompromising tone.

"Come on in here, Soo May."

I did and he closed the door behind me. He gripped my upper arms, but there was a gentleness to it that made it different from when he had gripped my shoulders at the start of our first session two weeks before. 

"Soo May," he began, "I told you two weeks ago that you'd go to sleep that night with no regrets. Was I right?"

I nodded assent.

"Good," he smiled, "the same will be true tonight, although it won't always be easy for you. But, again, I promise you I won't push you beyond what I know you can take."

I nodded my understanding.

"Now," he continued, "you've probably already figured out the rules for tonight from watching Jennie and Angie, but I'll go through them anyway. As always, you must ask my permission to rub your bottom. Also, when you get into position you must verify that your position is satisfactory. Use your own words. If your position changes for any reason, you must ask me that again. Finally, you must politely ask me for your spanking. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now my plan tonight is to give you a long hard spanking while you remain fully dressed. It won't surprise you now to know that your upper body and face will be visible to your friends. The spanking will go on for about 9 or 10 minutes. That's a lot of hard spanks, hundreds, in fact. You might find that you can't take the whole thing. As you saw, neither Jennie nor Angie could. If that happens, you can ask me to make a deal. I'll reduce what remains of your spanking. Generally, I'll cut it in half. But, in exchange, you'll have to do something that I think will ... well, let's just say I think it will enhance the whole experience for you and increase the chance that you'll have no regrets afterward. You're free to turn down any deal and continue with the spanking as planned."

I gulped and nodded again. 

With that, he grabbed the stool and moved it back to Angie's makeup table. 

"Now, when I open the bedroom door, Soo May, I want you to stand just a foot or two inside this room and bend all the way over and put your hands on the hallway floor. Then I want you to bend your elbows and knees a little, so you are positioned like a lineman in American football or a rugby player in a scrum."

He opened the door, and I did as he instructed and when I was in position Angie's bra and Jennie's panties were on the floor directly under my face. I immediately realized two things. The first was that, to Angie and Jennie, watching from down the hall I would appear just as each of them had appeared, and that meant they would think that I was either lying over Mr. Daniels' lap or that I was kneeling on the stool. The second thing I realized was that my butt was up in the air and my pink slacks were stretched tight over it. It was very embarrassing. But far more embarrassing than this was knowledge that my friends were watching me: watching as I bent submissively for the hand of Mr. Daniels. I deliberately did not look at them.

He stood beside me, but nothing happened for several seconds and then I remembered.

"Are you happy with my position, Mr. Daniels?" I asked.

"Very!" he said. 

"Then, please give me a long hard spanking," I said, immediately feeling embarrassed that I'd spontaneously added the 'long hard' adjectives. I reflexively, and stupidly, looked at Angie and Jennie to see if they'd heard. Of course they had! They were no more than 15 feet away! I looked down again quickly but not before noticing that they were both smirking at me. My face burned and I thought I could feel their eyes drilling into me. 

Then he began, hard and with no warm up.

Smock ... Smock ... Smock ... Smock ...Smock ...Smock ...

He wasn't going easy on me, but my slacks and underwear gave me some protection and I got through the first thirty seconds without making a sound. 

He picked up the pace.

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

After a minute, there was a continuous sting in my posterior and I couldn't keep quiet anymore. 

"Ow! ... oh ... uh ... [gasp] ... ouch."

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

It was embarrassing to be bent over and smacked like this in front of my friends but I also found that pleasing Mr. Daniels somehow felt like the right thing to do. Even as I gasped and cried in pain I found myself thinking about his chest and shoulders and what it would feel like to have him hold me tight. 

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

"Errgh ... ah-ah ... [gasp] ... unnuh ... ooww ... uh-uh."

It must have been around the minute mark when I suddenly changed positions on my own. My feet had been about a foot apart up to this point, but now I spread them out causing the fabric of my pink slacks to stretch even more over my derrière. I don't know why I did this except that I felt the need to please Mr. Daniels. My shift in position caught him by surprise and he stopped for a moment. 

"Is my position better for you Mr. Daniels?" I asked. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angie and Jennie look at each other in surprised puzzlement. Mr. Daniels had not ordered me to change my position. 

"It is, indeed," he said, recovering from his own surprise.

Then he resumed.

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

As the second minute neared its end, I could no longer hold still. My hips twisted this way and that. I felt the tears in my eyes and I was making a lot of noise now.

"Nunn-nuhk ... orgggnnn ... [gasp] ... aaaawww ... [sniffle] ... grrrnnn ... uhhhaaa ... [gasp] ... un-nuh-nuh-nuh."

My arms were getting tired, too. I bent the elbows even more and rested my weight on my forearms. My friends' undergarments were now just a few inches below my face. Also, lowering my upper body forced me to bend my knees even more and point my feet and knees outward, so I was in a kind of frog stance, except that a real frog's ass is below the height of its head. My butt was higher. 

"Mr. [huh] Daniels," I gasped, "are you h- happy with my position?"

"Yes," he said evenly. 

He was no longer surprised to find me changing my position on my own, so there was no pause in the spanking.

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

After another thirty seconds, I could no longer deny to myself that his smacking had once again turned me on powerfully. To my alarm and embarrassment, my voice was starting to give me away. Nice feelings from my clit were racing the pain from my butt up my nerves to my brain. My voice gave either a cry of pain or a moan of pleasure depending on which won the race.

Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock! Smock!

"Ow! ... ohhh ... Arrgh! ... ahh ... [gasp] ... Owww! ... mmmmmm"

If this continues, I thought to myself, I'll be begging him to fuck me again. 

I was determined that this would not happen. So, I asked for a deal as much to arrest my growing arousal as from the pain.

"Mr. [gasp] Daniels," I could hardly talk from breathing so hard, "may I [huh] make a deal?"

"Alright," he said, "you've got about eight minutes left. I'll cut that to five minutes. But in exchange, you strip off everything except your panties and even those will be pulled down in the back so your bottom is exposed. Agreed?"

Five minutes of bare-bottomed spanking, I thought to myself, I can last that long without having an orgasm.

I nodded my acceptance to Mr. Daniels, and then I slowly stood up. I unbuttoned my modest frilly blouse and tossed it to the side. I wore no bra, since I didn't need one. I undid the clasp of my slacks, pulled them down, excruciatingly aware of Mr. Daniels eyes on me, and stepped out them. I could not entirely suppress a groan of discomposure as I reached behind me and pulled the back waist band of my pink panties down to the junction of my bottom and thighs. Even as I did so, however, I wondered why he was allowing me to keep my privates covered instead of just making me remove my underwear entirely.

I resumed my frog position; feet and forearms on the floor, knees bent with feet and knees pointed outward. One effect of this stance was to stretch my bottom crack open wide, giving Mr. Daniels a clear view of my anal bud. 

Since I was now topless, Angie and Jennie could see my chest. For them, the humiliation of being topless was that their jiggling breasts were exposed. For me, the embarrassment was the absence of any breasts ... and the fact that my nipples were erect.

"Are you happy with my position, Mr.Daniels?" I remembered to ask. 

"Indeed," he said and he then returned to his grindstone.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

In the two weeks since my last spanking, I had forgotten just how painful a spank on the bare can be. I began to buck and twist almost immediately. 

"Annnuuuh ... uuuuwww ... [gasp] ... grrrhhh ... [sniffle] ... ah-hn-hn-hn ... erggghhh ... [sob]"

After half a minute more, I could feel my hips jerk spasmodically side-to-side and buck forward and back. More tears came to my eyes at the thought of the salacious show I was putting on for Mr. Daniels, although I took some comfort in the fact that my friends could not see my lewd gyrations.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

Before long, however, I again felt the wet warmth growing in my crotch, and once more, my voice began to betray me.

"Ah! ... mmmmmm ... [gasp] ... ohhh ... Errggg! ... ahh ... Owww! "

I'll be climaxing in no time if this goes on much longer, I thought. 

"Mr. Daniels [gasp], c- c- could I have another deal?" I asked. 

"Ok," he answered quickly, "you've got just under four minutes left. I'll cut that to two minutes. In exchange, you will go down the hall with your hands at your sides and ask Angie if you can borrow a cucumber from her. I saw some in her frig earlier. You will tell her you need it to insert into your vagina for the rest of your spanking. Then bring it back here, strip off your panties, resume your position, and insert the cucumber into yourself."

I heard Angie and Jennie both gasp loudly at this order. 

His proposal seemed outrageous to me too; but I thought about it for a few seconds. Which was least likely to get me aroused past the point of no return? Would it be nearly four minutes of a nearly naked spanking or only two minutes naked spanking with a cucumber stuffed in my pussy? I thought I knew.

"I'll take the deal," I said breathily.

"What?" Jennie and Angie chorused. They couldn't believe I would submit to this, but they didn't know how aroused I was or how determined I was not to climax.

I stood up, stepped into the hallway and began to walk toward my friends. In less than a second, their eyes got big and they both clamped their hands over their mouths to suppress a giggle. They were staring at something just below my waist. I looked down and saw to my horror that the crotch of my panties was visibly, unmistakably, wet; soaking wet to the point of being translucent. They could see my matted pubic hair and my swollen lips through the drenched fabric. 

Tears of utter mortification rushed to my eyes and I instinctively put my hand over my crotch, but I remembered Mr. Daniels' instructions and returned it to my side. Sniffling deeply, I continued until I was standing before my friends, my head down in shame. I took a deep breath and then spoke.

"Angie, [sniffle] may I borrow a cucumber to put into my vagina for the rest of my spanking?"

"Well, of course," she replied giggling almost uncontrollably, "you can [giggle] have all the fruits and vegetables [smirk] you want." 

"Grab a banana, too," Jennie added laughing. 

Ignoring this, but sniffling in humiliation, I went to the refrigerator and found the vegetable drawer. I took out the smallest cucumber, about six inches long and an inch-and-a-half wide, and hurried back, deliberately keeping my head down so I could hide my face from Angie and Jennie. 

Back in the bedroom, I pulled my traitorous, tattle-tailing undies down and stepped out of them. I got back in frog position, half in the bedroom and half out. I was holding the fresh produce in my left hand, aware that my flooded forest was visible to Mr. Daniels. With my weight resting on my right forearm, I reached back with the cucumber. This set off another round of smirking and tittering from Angie and Jennie. I was so wet, it slipped in easily and I pushed it in as far as it would go. 

I don't know what was more shaming, that my friends knew what I was doing and could see my face as I did it, or that Mr. Daniels could see me doing it. 

I brought my arm back to rest my weight on both forearms. My posture was so embarrassing, I could hardly talk.

"Is [sniffle] my p- position good for you, M- M- Mr. Daniels?"

"It'll do." he said, "Now, two minutes." 

He began again. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

It wasn't long before I was twisting and gasping again.

After the first minute, the combination of pain and humiliation was having its usual effect on me. I was finding it difficult to suppress my little gasps of arousal that mixed in with the pain. 

"Errggg! ... ahh ... Owww! ... Ah! ... ummmm ... [gasp] ... ohhh ... Ouch!"

If I can just hold out one more minute, I thought. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

But that damn fat cucumber was squeezing against my G-spot, stretching my vaginal lips just under my clit.

"Mmmmmum ... Owww! ... ooonnn ... Ouch! ... ummmm ... [gasp] ... ohhh ..."

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

Mr. Daniels poured down the spanks, controlling me, drawing out the slut in me. I wish he was fucking me, I thought. Yes, sliding in and out of me relentlessly. No! No! I must not think about this. Must hold out.

My moans of arousal grew louder and longer and my groans of pain fewer and softer.

"OHHHH ... Uh! ... UMMMMMM ... [gasp] ... Ouch! ... NNNHUH ... Yessss. ..."

When I whispered that "Yes", Jennie let out a loud half-laugh, half-shriek. No she and Angie had grown suspicious of the change in my sounds, but they'd never seen me climax and could not be sure that it was arousal they were hearing. That 'yes' confirmed it. They were sent into new paroxysms of tittering. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

As the end neared, the fever had taken over me. I stopped wanting to avoid climaxing and started wanting to come. Must obey Mr. Daniels, I thought, must please him. I found myself straightening my legs a little to raise my bottom higher. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

And then suddenly it stopped. 

"That was the end, Soo May," I heard Mr. Daniels say. "You can stand up and rub your bottom as soon as you've thanked me for your spanking." 

But I stayed in position and continued to moan and gasp and twist my hips for a few seconds. I was very much aware of the green companion stuffed in my privates and it felt delicious. Finally, I spoke.

"Mr. ... [gasp] ... Daniels, I'd like another ... huh ... deal."

"Soo May," Angie exclaimed in surprise, "you don't have to deal anymore! It's over."

"Yeah," added Jennie in puzzled agreement. 

"Let her speak," admonished Mr. Daniels, who did not sound surprised at what I'd said. 

"What sort of deal did you have in mind, Soo May?" he asked. 

"I ... [unh] ... want you to give me more spanks," I said. 

"More?!?!" Jennie and Angie chorused. 

They looked at each other for a moment and then they both got that "Oh, I get it" look that people have when a sudden understanding reaches them. I knew at that moment they were remembering my confession two weeks ago after my first session with Mr. Daniels. Jennie squeezed her lips together to suppress a snort of laughter and Angie clamped her hand over her mouth for the same reason. 

"Very well," said Mr. Daniels, "I'll spank you until you are ... satisfied, but in exchange, afterward, you will submit to a paddling — ten swats — while Jennie and Angie watch close up. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I agreed.

He began again, about half his previous speed. 

Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank

It didn't take long before I was panting and twisting again, and not just from pain.

"Ow! ... ohhh ... Arrgh! ... ahh ... [gasp] ... mmmmmm ... yes-huh"

Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank

Oo! ... [gasp] ... yes, yes, yes ... Errgh! ... mmmhhhmmm ... aaahhh"

Resting my weight on one forearm, I reached back between my legs with the other hand and began to pump the cucumber in and out. 

Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank ... Spank

"Oh... Yes, spank me ... mmm ... Spank me ... ahhh"

I could hear my friends chortling from down the hall. It was humiliating; but pain, pleasure, and humiliation were all one thing to me by this point, and I liked that thing. I began to egg him on. 

"unnh ... More! ... mmmhhhmmm ... Faster! ... ahhh ... Harder! "

He obliged and picked up the pace. His arm was indefatigable.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"MMMMMM ... Yes! ... AAHH... Spank my little boy bottom! ... UNNH ... Spank it! "

My climax crashed over me as my hips bucked uncontrollably. My head came up and my back curved as I pushed myself up on one arm. My eyes were closed and my mouth open in ecstasy. 

Finally, I collapsed to my knees, by head resting in exhaustion on Jennie's undies and Angie's bra, my hands rubbing my sore, sore, sore butt.

Mr. Daniels let me rest there a minute and then ordered me back to my position. Slowly, I got back into the frog-legged position, head down, bottom up.

"Alright, now, Soo May, invite your friends down here," Mr. Daniels instructed.

I complied, still nearly breathless from my climax, "Angie. Jennie. Please come and watch Mr. Daniels give me a paddling."

Seconds later they were standing on either side of my head which was about the level of their shins. I heard one give a little squeak of surprise. Just as I had been surprised to find that Jennie was not over Mr. Daniels' lap and surprised that Angie was over his lap, now they were surprised to find that I was neither. They found me in my weird frog-legged squat, with my feet pointed out to the side, my knees bent, the cleft of my red ass wide open, and a couple inches of cucumber protruding from my snatch. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 03



"What are you waiting for, Soo May?" Mr. Daniels again interrupted my thoughts.

I swung my arm back and up and brought the paddle down square on the lower peak of Jennie's butt. 

SMACK!

"Arrggghhhhhhrrrr," she exclaimed and she half rose. Her hands left her knees and she nearly rubbed her bottom, but she stopped herself just in time, holding her hands out a few inches from her butt as it clenched and unclenched. 

"Jennie," Mr. Daniels said evenly, unsympathetic to her plight, "take the paddle to Angie and make the same request." 

Blinking back tears, Jennie pulled up her clothes, took the paddle from me and carried it to Angie, a trip that forced her to detour around the coffee table. After handing the paddle to Angie, she bent, lowered her clothes and simultaneously made her request.

"Sp- spank me with the pa- paddle, please, Angie."

SMACK!

"Huharreeerrrrgh," she grimaced, and, again she half rose and twisted her hips compulsively.

"Make the return trip now, Jennie," Mr. Daniels instructed, "but leave your clothes around your ankles."

She took the paddle from Angie and shuffled back to me. With her pants and knickers around her ankles, she could make only small stutter steps, like a Geisha girl in a kimono. It was a long, humiliating journey, around the coffee table back to me. 

When she finally got to me her face was as pink as her bottom and she was crying more from humiliation than pain. 

She did not need to be told what to do next. She handed me the paddle, bent to put her hands on her knees and simultaneously asked me for another spank. 

I gave it to her and we heard again her pain and saw again the jerking of her hips. After she made the slow return migration and Angie had given her a second swat, Mr. Daniels ordered her to remove her top and blouse. She did so with surprisingly little hesitation and I wondered if she was feeling something else besides embarrassment and pain. 

Mr. Daniels made her do another round trip to me and back to Angie with her pants around her ankles. With each little Geisha girl step, one tit and then the other would bounce up a little. It was comical the way they see-sawed and both Angie and I couldn't help but giggle. Jennie just hung her head as she shuffled her way between us. 

"This is taking too long," he suddenly announced. "You've got seven more swats coming from each of your friends, that's 14 altogether. I'm going to give you 90 seconds to get them. If you don't get them all finished in time, you'll get double the remainder. You'll have to hurry as you alternate between your friends, but you can dress any way you want." 

He paused to let this sink in, and then looked at his watch. 

"At the count of 10, you can start," he instructed. "One, two, ..."

Jennie pulled up her pants and underwear and held them at her waist. With the other hand, she grabbed the paddle from Angie. 

"... eight, nine, ten."

She walked quickly over to me, handed the paddle to me, and then bent over, pulling the clothes down, but not letting go of them. As she did this, she made her request.

"Please give me another swat, Soo May."

SWAT! 

She howled and grimaced but in a few seconds she recovered enough to pull up her clothes, take the paddle from me, and hurry across the room to Angie. She immediately bared her bum, bent over and asked for a spank, but only then remembered to hand the paddle to Angie. 

Angie gave her a good one.

SWAT!

Jennie jerked up. 

"Urrrhhggg!" she grunted through gritted teeth and lost her grip on her clothes.

Then, frantically, she fumbled to pull her clothes up again, grabbed the paddle from Angie and hurried back to me, nearly stumbling in the process. She repeated her duties and after my swat and her cry of pain, she took the paddle from me and started back to Angie before she had pulled her pants up all the way. She nearly stumbled again. Realizing that it took too much time to raise and lower her clothes, she dropped them and stepped out of them. 

Now, stark naked, she nearly ran to Angie and handed her the paddle. She bent her naked body immediately and clamped her hands on her knees.

"Please smack me, Angie," she said breathlessly.

But Angie understood what Mr. Daniels was trying to do sooner than I did. Still angry, apparently, at the memory of Jennie's flirting, she deliberately waited. 

Frantically, Jennie repeated the request, "Angie, hurry, swat me, swat me." 

As she said this, she stood on tip toes and arched her back to push her bum up higher and out farther.

Angie waited a few seconds more to let the humiliating nature of what Jennie has just said and done sink in. This is what Mr. Daniels had in mind. By making Jennie hurry, he was making her beg and plead for her swats, as if she was a masochistic slut begging for something she craved. 

SWAT! 

"Ahhhowwwww!" Jennie cried.

After a moment, she tearfully took the paddle from Angie and ran breathlessly back to me. And, so, it continued. Each time Jennie got to me, I gave her a swat promptly, but Angie was always deliberately slow, making Jennie beg and plead or wiggle her behind in wanton invitation. 

"Spank me! Please, spank me, Angie!" she would call out, arching her back and pushing up her bum. "Remember how I flirted with your husband. Smack my naughty butt with that paddle! Hard!"

"Time's up!" Mr. Daniels suddenly called out, seconds after I had given Jennie a swat.

"You didn't get the last swat from Angie in time," he said firmly, "so she'll give you two now. Come over here by the coffee table. That's it, now bend over and rest your hands on the table. Now spread your feet apart. ... Farther ... Farther ... That's it."

Now it was Jennie's turn to be in the lewd submissive position that Angie had been in earlier: the 'fuck me from behind, take me in the ass, spank me, do whatever you want with me' position. Bent over with her legs spread several feet apart, her leg muscles were stretched taut. More importantly, her privates yawed wide and open. The bud of her anus was visible in the spread cheeks of her sore, pink bottom. Below that her mons was visible and swollen. And, like Angie, her vaginal lips and the surrounding pubic hair were noticeably wet. I thought again of Mr. Daniels's remark to me that all women are aroused by being spanked. 

"Alright then, Angie," Mr. Daniels said, "come stand behind Jennie and give her two swats with the paddle."

Angie, raised the paddle high and wide and smacked it against Jennie's backside. It was the hardest spank of the night.

SWAT!

"AHHHHuuurrrrhhggoowwww!" Jennie howled, as her head jerked up, her face a mask of pain. Her hips twisted and her butt cheeks clenched and she rose up first on one toe, then the other.

"The next one will be the last, Angie," said Mr. Daniels, "your last chance to impress on Jennie how you feel about her flirting with your husband."

Angie gripped the handle of the paddle in both hands, swung it down and back and then swept it up with all her strength against the base of Jennie's widely spread buns. 

SWAT!

"OWWWUUUURRRRRHHHGGGHHH!" Jennie grunted. She compulsively stood straight up and threw her head back. Her hips twisted to the right, then the left, then back again, she hopped on one foot then the other and her buns clenched spasmodically. 

Finally, she managed to croak out, "May I [gasp] rub [sob] my b- bottom?"

"You may," said Mr. Daniels as calmly as if he was giving someone the time.

For a long minute, Jennie rubbed with all her might while she hopped from one foot to the other, moaning "Oh, ow, O God, Auuh, Ouch, hurts, Urrh ... "

When she finally stopped there was silence in the room for several seconds. Finally, Mr. Daniels spoke.

"Soo May."

Diddler

"Soo May, in their bedroom sessions with me last month, Angie and Jennie both had the same complaint about you. They both say that you sometimes pretend to be more innocent than you really are. Specifically, they say that you always say that you never masturbate. Is this true, Soo May, have you said such nonsense to them?"

I looked at the floor and said, "Well ... uh ... yeah, I guess so." 

"You know," Mr. Daniels continued, "you could just as easily have told them that your sex life is not their business, it was not necessary to lie. It seems that you need to learn a lesson tonight as well. I think a two minute hand spanking would be good. Now kneel on the sofa and rest your head on the back as Angie did earlier."

I quickly did as he ordered and he stood behind me.

"Now, Soo May, spread your legs and arch back as Angie did," he continued.

With a sigh of embarrassment, I spread my knees and arched my back. Now it was me in the position of ultimate submission, me whose anal bud and love flower waved in the air wantonly, inviting one and all to come and partake, to spank me or have me in either hole. My breasts are so small that even in this position they could not really be said to hang, but I noticed that my nipples were hard and erect and I wondered how long they had been like this.

"Angie and Jennie stand on either side of her," he commanded, and they obeyed putting them in a position to see my privates close up.

"Good grief!" I heard Angie exclaim immediately. 

At the same moment, Jennie cried, "Look at that!" 

"She's soaking wet," Angie sniggered.

"It looks like her pubes are getting a shampoo!" Jennie added, giggling. 

I tried to hide my face in the crook of my left arm, as I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled with shame.

"Well, Jennie," Mr. Daniels said, bringing matters back to the matter at hand, "you suggested that Angie's punishment would be more memorable if it was on her bare bottom and Angie you suggested that Jennie's would be more effective if the paddle was used. Can either of you think of a way that we can make Soo May's punishment for pretending to be all prim-and-proper about masturbation more effective?"

Talk about a loaded question. It took Angie and Jennie about half-a-second to come up with the same idea and I knew what they would say even before they did. They spoke at the same time:

Angie: "She must play with herself while she's spanked!"

Jennie: "Make her diddle herself during the spanking!"

"Capital idea!" Mr. Daniels said, pretending to be surprised.

"Soo May," he continued, "Put your right hand back between your legs and put it on your privates."

With a groan, I did as I was told. 

"Good," he said, "now, I want you to ask Jennie and Angie to spank you for a couple of minutes, alternating, while you bring yourself off."

I sniffled in shame and, keeping my face hidden in the crook of my left elbow, I took a deep breath before I finally could bring myself to speak.

"Jennie and Angie, puh- puh- please take turns giving me sp- spanks for two minutes while I ... uh ... that is ... I mean ... while I [sniffle] pl- play with myself."

"Very good," said Mr. Daniels, "Let's begin. Angie you give the first spank, then Jennie and so on."

Spank! "Ow"

Spank! "Uh"

I hadn't yet worked up the nerve to move the hand on my mons and Mr. Daniels grew annoyed. 

"You're trying my patience again, Soo May," he said ominously, "Would you it spur you on if I had Angie use a switch and Jennie use the paddle?" 

"No, no. Not those!" I said in a panic and I began to move my hand across my pubic mound, then down the inside of one thigh a few inches, then back the other way and down the other thigh. This is the standard way that I begin a session of self-pleasure, but I was already so aroused that one effect was to very visibly smear the inside of my upper thighs with moisture. I heard one of the girls give a suppressed laugh and I cringed, but I did not stop my slow back and forth stroking.

On Mr. Daniels's order, Jennie and Angie resumed spanking me.

Spank! "Ah-ah"

Spank! "Ehh"

Spank! "Ow"

Spank! "Uh"

...

After 45 seconds, my arousal was beginning to affect the sounds I made and some of them came between the spanks.

Spank! "Arh ... uhh"

Spank! "Ow ...  unnn"

hmum

Spank! "Ow, ow ooo ... hmmm"

[gasp]

Spank! "Uh, mmmmmum"

...

My self-stroking became steadily faster and I shortened the length of the strokes to concentrate on my mound. The change did not go unnoticed. 

"Shifting into second gear, Soo May?" Angie asked with a chortle, and they both tittered. 

I tried to bury my face deeper into the crook of my arm. Only a month ago I thought that telling them I had masturbated to a spanking was the most humiliating thing I'd ever felt. Then, two weeks ago, I actually did it while they watched my upper body from down the hall. Now, I was actually doing it doing it in front of them and they were the ones spanking me! By comparison to the depth of mortification I now felt, my confession to them the previous month was no more embarrassing than mispronouncing a word. 

Not surprisingly, Mr. Daniels, at this point, found a way to push me even deeper into shame.

"You seem quite skilled at this, Soo May. Tell your friends why this is."

My breathing was so heavy, it was difficult to speak, but I managed to choke out the answer even as I continued my back-and-forth stroking.

"Be- [gasp] because I ... do ... I do this- [gasp] ... this a lot." 

"Do what, Soo May?" he asked with his maddeningly even tone, "and exactly how often do you do it?"

"I- I- [gasp] ... O, God! ... I play with myself [sniffle] ... several times a week." 

By the end of the first minute, I was making far more sounds of sexual excitement than I was of pain and my hips were beginning to twitch in ways I couldn't control, much to Jennie's and Angie's amusement.

Spank! "Ow ... mmmmmm, huh, nuhhh

Spank! "Arh ... uhh [gasp] ummmmm"

Spank! "Uh ... [gasp] un, un, un un"

oooooo [gasp]

Spank! "Argh ... hmmm, um, um [gasp] um"

[gasp]

Spank! "Owww! nuh, nuh, nuh, yes, yes"

...

That first "yes" brought a new fit of laughter from Jennie and Angie and again I flushed with shame even as I brought myself higher and higher. 

I curled the pinky of right hand into my palm and with the tips of three fingers began a rapid circular motion on my clitoral hood. I stopped hiding my face in my arm and brought my left hand down to massage my nipples, resting the side of my head on the top of the back of the sofa.

As the end of second minute approached, my noises were louder and almost continuous. The sound of the spanks and my squeals of pain were nearly drowned out.

MMMMMMMMMUM, Yes! Spank! "Ow" [gasp] NUH, NUH, UMMM, O Yes, yes [gasp] Spank! "Argh" HMMMMMMM [gasp] UNNNUH, UNNNUH, UNNNUH Spank! "Unh" [gasp] OOOOOOOOO [gasp] AAAHHHHHH

The only other sound in the room was the giggling of Angie and Jennie which was also now continuous. But I was now past the point of no return. 

And then, suddenly, Mr. Daniels said "That was two minutes. Stop spanking."

What? I thought, Stop? No, don't stop. Not now!

MMMMM [gasp] "More," I murmured, even as I continued my energetic tit and pubis rubbing, "don't ... nnnnuh ... stop."

"What's that, Soo May?" Mr. Daniel asked, "Do you have a request? Use a complete sentence, and be polite."

"Jennie [gasp] ... Angie," I could hardly speak I was breathing so hard, "please ... uuuhhh ... keep ... [gasp] ... sp- spanking me."

Both Jennie and Angie made the kind of raspberry sound one makes when trying to suppress a snort of laughter. 

"Very, well," said Mr. Daniels, "resume spanking her."

They did, each setting their own pace and not bothering this time to alternate. 

Spank! "Ow! Ow!" OOOOOOOOO [gasp] AAAHHHHHH Spank! "Arrghh" UMMMUH, UMMMUH, UMMMUH Spank! "Unh" [gasp] Spank! "Argh" HNNNNNNN [gasp] Spank! "Ow" [gasp] MUH, MUH, UNNN, Yes! [gasp] NNNNNNNNNUN, Yes! Oh, Yes! I was nearly delirious by this time.

"Faster! ... [gasp]" I panted, " ... Angie! Jennie! ... NU-HUH, NU-HUH ... Harder!" 

To emphasize the point, I pushed myself back a little from the back of the sofa and let my head and shoulders drop to the seat cushion. I was now in the same 'bottoms up' position I'd been in for my bedroom spanking. The effect was to stretch my buttocks even wider and expose my anus even more. More to the point, it rolled the base of my butt higher making it an easier target. 

As I did this I said, "Spank it! [gasp] Spank it harder!"

This brought new paroxysms of laughter from my two friends. 

They tried to oblige, but before long they slowed and their spanks began to weaken. 

Finally, Angie said, "My arm hurts. I can't go on."

"Me, neither," said Jennie.

"Then you can stop," allowed Mr. Daniels.

"Oh, God," I moaned in genuine disappointment, as I increased the speed of my clitoral diddling, "Mr. Daniels, please ..." 

"Yes, Soo May?" Mr. Daniels asked, "Is there something I can do for you?" 

I decided to give him an honest answer: "Fuck me."

I heard gasps from both Jennie and Angie, but I was too lost in arousal to care.

"Fuck me ... [gasp] ..., Mr. Daniels," I panted. "Please, take me from behind ... Mmmhum ... like an animal."

"I'm afraid that's not on the menu for tonight, Soo May," he explained in the same slightly sorrowful tone a salesclerk uses to say "Oh, I'm sorry, were all out of that."

"But," he added, "I can punish you."

"Yes ... [gasp]," I panted, working my clit for all I was worth, "spank me. Spank me Mr. Daniels." 

"What's the magic word, Soo May?" he asked kindly.

"[gasp] Please," I said, "please spank my bare bottom, Mr. Daniels."

"Hard or soft, Soo May?" he asked, "and slow or fast?"

UNNNHUN "Hard and fast ... MMMUM ... please."

"And for how long, Soo May?"

"[gasp] Until I ... N- N- NNNN ... cuh- cuh- come."

"Good. Now put it all together in one polite sentence," he said patiently.

"Puh- Please, Mr. Daniels, ... [gasp] ... spank my bare b- bottom hard and ... UH ... fast while I bring myself to a cli- OOOh ... climax."

"Gladly, that's what I'm here for," he said cheerfully.

He quickly traded places with Angie and began to pour spanks, rapid fire, on my unprotected tender little butt.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

The volume and pace of my noises escalated, too. 

Spank! "Ow! Ow!" OOO, MMM Spank! [gasp] Argh! AAA, Yes, HUUUH, NUHHHH Spank! "Unh!" UMMUH, HOHOM, Yes, Yes, UMMUH Spank! "Unh" [gasp] Spank! "Argh" HNNN, MMM [gasp] Spank! "Ow" [gasp] MUH, NUH, UNGGG, Yes! [gasp] GGGUUN, UR- UR- UR [pant] Yes! Oh, Yes! Spank! "Ooo!"

I'd had the best orgasms of my life in the bedroom when Mr. Daniels spanked me, but I was reaching an even higher peak, now. Arousal, pain, and humiliation swept over me in alternating waves, twisting together into a braid until they were no longer distinct from each other. I loved this. I loved being controlled by Mr. Daniels. I loved offering up my naked hindquarters to him to punish, or take, in any way he wanted.

I curled the ring finger of my right hand into the palm with the pinky and with the other two fingers I began rubbing my clit side-so-side very fast. I took my left hand off my titties and snaked it between my legs beside the right one. I slid two fingers into my soaking vagina and began rhythmically pumping them in and out. I knew from experience that if I did this vigorously enough the finger tips would rub against my G-spot. 

My two-handed assault on my mound brought new sniggers from Angie and Jennie, but I was too delirious with pleasure to care.

As I neared my climax, I began madly egging on Mr. Daniels to greater efforts: 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 03



"Faster! Faster! [pant] UNNNHUN Spank me! GGGUUN, Yes! [gasp] Spank me, Mr. Daniels! [pant] MMMMMUM Smack my ass! [pant] UNGGG, [gasp] MUH, NUH Smack it! [pant] UMMUH Harder! [pant] NUHHHH Spank my little boy butt! [pant] [pant] OOOOOO Spank it! Spank it! Spank it! [gasp] [pant] 

Hearing the phrase "boy butt" again brought more laughter from my two friends.

The side-to-side rubbing of my right hand and the in-and-out pumping of my left were a blur. Finally, my climax crashed over me. No longer in control of my body, I straightened at the waist and my head and upper body came up as if on their own accord. I rose up on my knees and my hips began jerking rhythmically forward and back as if I was humping an invisible man seated on the sofa. Even in my delirium I could hear that my humping brought new chortles to Angie and Jennie.

Finally, with a last long moan of pleasure, I collapsed to the seat of the sofa, falling to my side, panting with exhaustion. 

"Wow," I heard Angie say, "I've never had one like that!"

Aftermath

It was several seconds before I could catch my breath enough to ask permission to rub my bottom. He gave it and I lay there for a long minute panting and rubbing. 

"Well," said Mr. Daniels, "it has been another good session. I'm pleased that, again, all three of you saw it through to the end. Now, stay naked until I'm out the door and I'll see myself out." 

"And, of course," he added, turning to directly at me where I stood by the sofa, one arm covering my chest and the opposite hand covering my pubis, "you know how to get a hold of me. Bye, now."

With that, he was gone and we threw our clothes back on. Angie refused Jennie's offer that she and I help wash out the wine glasses, so we said our 'goodbyes' too. 

As we neared our place, Jennie asked me to look in the back seat to see if her gym bag was there. When it I reported that it was, she had me open it and verify that her handballs were in it. They were. 

"In that case," she said, "I'm just going to drop you at home and go straight to my boyfriend's place."

"So why do you need the handballs?" I asked. 

"If he's not home, I'll go play a handball game at my athletic club." 

I wondered why she didn't just call him first to see if he was home, but it didn't seem important enough to ask.

As I was getting out of the car, she couldn't resist saying, "I probably won't be home tonight, and besides," she added with a smirk, "I know you probably want to be alone." 

I flushed red, but what could I say? Now they both knew I played with myself several times a week. Still, I resented her rubbing it in and I made up my mind that I was not going to masturbate that night. 

My resolution didn't last more than a couple of hours. Try as I might to lose myself in a mystery novel and then a TV show, I could not get my mind off the night's session with Mr. Daniels. Soon enough I was naked on my bed pretending it was me who had undergone the trials that Angie and Jennie had actually suffered. In my revised version, Angie and Jennie were, again, just an audience. It was I who had to kneel on the sofa, invite them to spank me, and thank them for every smack. It was I who had to carry the paddle back and forth across the room between them, and then bend at each end of the journey to request that one or the other of them give me a swat. Then I got a cucumber from the refrigerator and relived my own ordeal from the previous session. 

When I was finally sated after several climaxes, I lay exhausted on the bed and thought about Mr. Daniels. I realized that at the end of the last two sessions, just before he left, he looked at me and said something like "You know how to get a hold of me." He probably meant that I knew how to contact him, but maybe, just maybe, I thought, that sentence has a double meaning.



The Disciplinarian Ch. 04



Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally. 

Small and Sweet Things

My mobile rang the next morning just as I was about to leave for work. 

"Soo May?" 

I recognized the voice immediately. I tried to keep my cool, but I couldn't entirely suppress excited giggle in my voice.

"Mr. Daniels!" I practically chortled. Damn, how this man makes me act stupid, I thought.

Jennie, who was paging through a magazine at the far end of the kitchen table, looked up with interest at the sound of his name. Unconsciously, she smiled and flushed just a smidgeon. This irritated me a bit. She has a boyfriend, I thought. I can blush when Mr. Daniels calls but she has no right to!

"Glad I caught you," Mr. Daniels was saying. "There's a new Cajun restaurant opening downtown tonight. How about we have dinner and catch a play afterwards? Sorry for the late notice, but I just heard about it this morning and for some reason the thought of delicious spicy food made me think of you."

"Well [giggle], my goodness—" 

"You can bring Jennie along if that would make you feel more comfortable."

"Oh ... well ...," I hesitated. Jennie could hear my side of the conversation. I needed to respond without tipping her off that she'd been invited. 

"... oh ... ah ... ya know ... um ... that— that won't be necessary at all, no, not at all, and I would love to come!"

I know "The Rules" say you should always turn down a man's first invitation to a date; but what the hell, getting a bare-assed spanking from the man on your first encounter is probably against "The Rules" too; so it was a bit late for me to obey "The Rules"!

We quickly made arrangements for where and when to meet and said our "goodbyes. 

"So," said Jennie, "what's up with Mr. Daniels?" As she spoke she looked back at the magazine as if to show that she really didn't care what the answer was.

I decided to torture her a bit. After all, for years she had teased me about my lack of a boyfriend. 

"Oh, it's nothing, really. Go back to your magazine. We can talk later," I said, while I pretended to brush lint off my top. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her jaw set with frustration.

"No, really," she said, looking up with a smile, "I'm interested. What is it you'd love to go to?"

"Oh, it's just dinner tonight at this place he knows. No big deal." 

"Ah, that's great! So he's meeting a bunch of friends there, is he?"

"No, not a bunch," I called over my shoulder as I headed for the door.

Then, after a pause, I added, "Just me."

I felt like I'd taken a stiletto to her throat. And it felt good.

Revenge, I thought, really is sweet.

That evening I took too long getting my make-up on, so I missed the first bus to the neighborhood with the new Cajun joint. As a result, I was 15 minutes late meeting Mr. Daniels in front of The Blue Crawfish. As always, he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he beamed again when he saw me and complimented me on my little black dress. To my surprise, he was wearing a black turtleneck with a dark leather sport jacket instead of a suit and tie.

Once, again, I can't remember what we ate, but it was good and he let me sample everything he ordered while he had a couple of bites of everything I had. I like a man who lets me eat off his plate. 

But we were still on our salads when I asked him a question that had been nagging at the back of my mind ever sense I'd first met him. 

"Mr. Daniels, do you have a wife?"

His eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise. 

"Good grief," he said, "I've never told you my first name, have I? It's Mickey." 

"Oh, thanks ... well, Mickey, are you—"

"Married? No, not anymore. I was divorced a few years back. It was before I got into all this discipline activity."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I was prying—"

"You've nothing to be sorry about. It's a legitimate question and I'm glad you asked. Oh, and, we didn't have any kids." 

After the food, I slid over in the booth to sit beside him. We drank wine and we talked ... and talked and talked. We talked about our careers, our plans, where we wanted to travel and where we'd been.

After nearly an hour and half, the waiter came to our table for the third or fourth time to ask if we wanted any dessert.

"We have some wonderful beignets, Sir, would you like to try some?" 

"You have beignets? Great! Yes, we'll have some," Mickey said with enthusiasm.

Then, still speaking to the waiter, but turning to look at me, he smiled and added, "I like small sweet things." 

Tardy Girl and Courteous Lover

When we finally stepped out the restaurant into the brisk night air, we were way too late to go to the play but we didn't care. So we decided to just take a walk. He put his leather jacket around my shoulders and we walked hand-in-hand in what I thought were random directions. We didn't say much. I just held his hand and felt somehow warmer— safer— happier than I ever had before. The whole city seemed to have a warm glow to it. 

"Do you know where we're going?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Yes, toward my apartment," he replied. "It's just a few more blocks."

After a pause of a few seconds, he asked, "Is that alright?"

I just nodded my head in approval. 

His place was high up in a 30 story building. We kicked off our shoes by the door and he gave me a quick tour. It was very modern; lots of black and white furniture, lots of glass surfaces and aluminum framing. There were two bedrooms, a study, kitchen, and a large combination dining/living room that had floor-to-ceiling windows providing a view of the twinkling city below.

When I commented on how clean and neat it was, he chuckled.

"I get no credit for that. I have a cleaning lady that comes in once a week and today was her day. You're lucky you didn't see it this morning." 

I walked to the window and looked at the lights for a moment before I felt him behind me. His arms encircled my waist and he began to kiss my neck. Then he turned me around, cupped my face in one hand and tilted it up. I closed my eyes and he bent to kiss me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck in seconds and I stood on tip toe to kiss him back. 

We held the kiss for several minutes while his fingertips roved around me. Finally, he broke it off and stepped back. 

"I'm afraid we have some unfinished business to take care of first, Soo May," he whispered softly but ominously.

"What unfinished buh-business?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"Well, you've got a spanking coming." 

Thinking back to the powerful orgasms I'd had under his ... uh ... hand, this wasn't necessarily bad news, but I was curious. 

"Why?"

"To start with, you've been late for every meeting we've had." 

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, too. But you didn't seem to mind." 

"Well, I didn't mind, actually; but still there's a principle here. Besides, there's another reason, which I'll tell you later. Now turn to face the window and raise your arms above your head."

I obeyed, and seconds later I felt my dress being pulled up and off me. Then my slip made the same journey. As usual I had no bra on, and I instinctively clasped one arm over my bare chest and put the other on the front of my black silk panties. I started to back away from the window, but Mickey held me place. 

"Stay right there, and drop your hands to your sides," he instructed.

"But someone will see," I whimpered.

"That's not very likely. But I can't rule it out entirely. It is theoretically possible that someone in another skyscraper could be looking at my window with a telescope." 

I slowly moved my hands to my sides and tried to imagine how I would have looked to any telescopically-equipped Toms. A near naked Chinese girl standing, seemingly at attention, before the window; or perhaps since my hair was hidden behind me, they'd have taken me for a boy. 

"Now, turn around again, Soo May, and take my clothes off," he commanded.

I turned to face him and took hold of his turtleneck shirt on both sides, pulled it from his pants, and then pulled the hem of it up to his shoulders. He was not wearing an undershirt and I immediately inhaled an intoxicating scent of man. I felt the first fizziness in my canal.

I couldn't reach high enough to take the shirt the rest of the way off, so he pulled it over his head and tossed it on a nearby chair.

Next, I fumbled with his belt. It took a minute because I'm not experienced at stripping someone else. Blushing, I unbuttoned the pants and unzipped the fly. He let them drop on their own and then kicked them over to the chair with his shirt. 

All that remained were his boxers. 

I was too embarrassed to see his privates, so I looked off to the side as I put my thumbs into the waistband on either side and pulled them down. The elastic waistband kept them from dropping on their own, so I squatted to pull them down to his ankles. As he stepped out of them, I straightened, still looking off to the side. I began to giggle and blush like a virgin.

He took my hand and led me over to a coffee table with a thick glass top, saying as he did so, "Now, Soo May, you are going to go over my lap, or more precisely, over half of my lap."

Before I could ask him what he meant by "half" his lap, he stood facing the table and put one bare foot on it. This bent his knee 90 degrees and made his thigh horizontal, so it was a kind of padded platform. He pulled me over to stand just in front of this thigh, my right side toward the table and my left side toward his body. 

"OK, I'm going to boost you up and you will lay yourself over my thigh," he explained. "Got it?"

I nodded assent and put both hands on his thigh. I pushed myself up while he lifted me from my waist and in a single motion I was lying over that thigh. My legs could not reach the floor, so they dangled down one side while my upper body hung down the opposite side. His left arm held me at the waist, but to steady myself more I grabbed the ankle of the foot he'd rested on the table with my right hand. 

The only thing I could find to hold on my left side was his left bun, so I grabbed it, my fingers in the crack of his ass. He said nothing, as if he had expected this, so I gathered that this wasn't the first time he'd spanked someone in this position. 

So there I dangled, my hips resting on his thigh with my black-silk-encased hindquarters raised high, perfectly positioned for a spanking. The indignity of my position was embarrassing but I also felt myself growing wetter. 

I felt his hand stroke back of one thigh. When his palm reached my buns, it made circular rubs of them both and I squirmed involuntarily.

"Now, then, Soo May," Mickey said, in his 'Disciplinarian' voice, "tell me why you find yourself in this ridiculous, shameful position."

"I've been chronically late," I confessed. 

"Yes, indeed," he agreed. "And I'm going to help you learn a lesson tonight. Are you grateful?"

"Well ... uh ... yeah ... I mean, I guess so."

"Then ask me politely."

"Please, Mickey, help me to remember not to be late."

"That's all well and good, Soo May, but could you be more specific?"

"OK. Please give me a good spanking to teach me not to be late so much." 

"That's an improvement, but tell me what part of your body you need to have spanked."

"Um ... my bottom."

"Ok, and what kind of a bottom is it, Soo May? Is it naughty or nice?"

"Naughty," I whispered. 

"And what kind of spanking should it be? Quick and soft or a lesson you will remember for a long time?"

"Uh ... one I will remember." 

"Good, now put that all into one complete request."

"Um ... Ok ... Uh, Mickey, please teach me a lesson that I'll never forget by giving me a long hard spanking on my naughty little boy butt." 

I flushed at having to ask for my comeuppance. The fact that Jennie and Angie weren't present to witness my shame was cancelled out by the fact that I was being scolded like a naughty little girl.

You might think that by this time I'd have grown used to the ignominy of being spanked; but if you think that then you haven't been spanked. Or at least you haven't been spanked multiple times. Humiliation isn't something you grow used to. If anything, it builds in intensity. Just consider, if a bully kicked sand in your face at the beach, would it grow easier if the same bully did it again and again every time you went to the beach? If you were poor and found yourself without enough money when the cashier finished ringing up your groceries, would it be any less embarrassing if it happened a second time? Or a third or a fourth? If you were unpopular in school and the other kids refused to sit with you on the school bus, would it become less painful if they continued to refuse, day after day after day? 

"Gladly," Mickey responded to my request. 

Smack!

"Uh!" I gasped in surprise, as always, at the first spank. 

He followed that up with five upper cuts that hit the lower peak of my butt and slid up to the top of it.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack!

Then he added three to my right bun, followed by three to my left. I couldn't suppress the first quiet sounds of pain.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack!

"Ow ... Ohh ... Unh"

He continued without let up, alternating right and left.

Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack!

"Ahh ... Enh ... Ergh ... [gasp] ... Ennurh ..."

Suddenly, he seemed in a hurry and picked up the pace and my cries grew louder.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oww! Unh! Uuh! [gasp] Nhow! Huhguh!"

I began to twist and kick a little as the rain continued. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Finally, he paused and I lay there draped over his thigh, panting, butt muscles clenching. Every few seconds a sting of pain would shoot through one bun or the other and my hips would jerk involuntarily. 

As I began to catch my breath I became aware that the spanking had had its usual effect on me. I was very wet despite my pain. 

Suddenly, he yanked my panties down to my ankles in one quick motion and they fell to the floor. An enormously powerful erotic thrill shot through me at that moment and I gasped. His strength and his control and my submission all combined into a single spear of pleasure that started at my crotch and shot through the rest of me, as if for one nanosecond my entire body became a clitoris. A split second later, I felt a rush of cool air tickle my naked pubes as if the air itself wanted to call attention to my nakedness.

SMACK! He spanked me very hard on my bare bottom.

"Owww!" I called out.

But he didn't pause. He just continued, fast and hard.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Errgghh! OH! NNuhh! [pant] Ahh-Ahh!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I kicked and twisted furiously as tears came to my eyes.

"OUCH! Oh, God! OWW! Oh, Please! Unnhh! Huh-hurts! Erggh!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ahhrrgh! Please, Mickey, [gasp] st-stop. OW! I'll never to be late again. I promise."

Finally, after a full minute of fierce bare butt spanking, he stopped. I was panting as if I'd just run a marathon. The lower half of me, however, couldn't stop moving, as electric stings continued to shoot through my sore red bottom. I clenched and twisted and jerked uncontrollably for another half a minute as I sniffled. 

I was aware that I was giving him another performance of the trashing girl bottom road show, but as mortified as I was I was powerless to stop. I was aware of something else, too. My pubes were flooded.

As I lay there recovering, he tickled my clit gently with a fingertip and I gasped as I felt another electric shock of pleasure like the one I'd had when he pulled down my undies. 

"ohh"

After a few seconds he did it again and then again. Each time I gave a little gasp of pleasure.

"mmmm"

"ahhh, yes"

Finally, I felt Mickey move his foot from the table to the floor. To keep me from falling, he held me under my arms and lifted me up to kiss my lips. As he held me dangling in the air, his lips on mine, my right arm encircled his neck while my left hand massaged my bum. 

The next thing I remember is that he was carrying me into his bedroom, my legs were around his waist, my arms around his neck, and my lips on his. 

He tossed me on the bed and I saw that he was stiff ... and large. I spread my feet and pulled him down. His size scared me, but I wanted him in me. 

"Wait, Soo May," he said, turning me over, "let me kiss your 'owwy' and make it feel better."

I giggled as he covered my bottom with kisses. Then he turned me over again and kissed me on my mons. I gasped in surprise.

He said, "I don't usually do this so early in a relationship, but you're special." 

And with that, I felt his tongue softly lick my click. I groaned and instinctively put my hands on his head and pushed it into me harder as he continued licking and nibbling. No one had ever done this for me. In fact, no man I'd ever slept with had ever thought to give me an orgasm before having one of his own. In a few more minutes I was in a delirium of pleasure as my thighs compulsively squeezed his head and I bucked rhythmically upward. 

With a loud moan of pleasure and joy, I came.

My muscles relaxed and I sagged back into the mattress only to realize that he wasn't stopping. His tongue was going at my little friend with even more enthusiasm that before. I came again quickly and then again. I lost count of how many times he brought me to climax that way. 

After letting me catch my breath, he repositioned himself and gently spread my legs. 

For a brief moment I felt a flash of fear seeing how big he was, and in truth it was a stretch; but I was so wet, he was able to slide into me. I loved how it felt to have him in me; and as he became a raging animal pounding into me, I felt that I was controlling him as much as he controlling me. All this strength, all this power, harnessed just for my pleasure. 

We made love for hours and afterward I lay beside him, my head tucked under his chin as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I was so happy, I felt like purring. 

As we lay there I thought about the evening and I realized that the best moment of all was right after my first climax when he continued licking me. I realized that, instead of immediately taking his turn after my first climax, he was going to make sure that I was good and satisfied before he took his own pleasure. For some reason this made me feel that he really loved me.

But I also had a question. 

"What was your other reason for spanking me tonight? You said it was partly because I've been late, but you also said that there was another reason."

"Oh ... well ... actually ... the tardiness wasn't even the main thing. In fact, I don't really mind it at all. Travel times in a city are unpredictable. To be perfectly honest, I was just using that as an excuse to spank you, which I wanted to do for another reason."

"OK, so what was the other reason?"

"Well, I knew from what you've told me that you haven't had real sex for a couple of years and you are ... well ... kind of small and I'm ... kind of large, so I was kind of worried that intercourse might be painful for you. So, anyway, I wanted to get you as wet as possible." 

"Seriously?" I asked as I popped my head up to look at his face.

"Absolutely," he confirmed. 

"So what you're telling me is that you spanked the livin' daylights out of me because ... because you're a courteous lover?"




The Disciplinarian Ch. 04



"Well ...," he said chuckling, "it sounds strange when you say it, but ... yeah ... that's essentially right." 

We laughed for a bit and then he said, "I want you to know this is the first time I've gotten involved with a discipline client. The whole discipline thing isn't just a way to ... you know ... meet people." 

"I know," I replied. "Somehow I just sensed that." 

"Good," he whispered. "Now I have a question."

"What?"

"Which is better? Cucumber or sausage?"

I laughed and walloped him with a pillow.

Variations on the Old Routine

The next several days were easy on my feet because I just floated everywhere. Well, it felt like that any way. New love has that effect. Every day after work, I rushed to Mickey's apartment. We made dinner together or went out and then we'd make love until late and then fall asleep in each other's arms. In the morning he'd drop me at my place where I'd wash and change and head off to work. That first weekend, I basically just lived with him. 

One day after dinner he told me that he had to go to Africa on business for a couple of weeks. 

"Will you call me every day?" I asked

"Actually, I won't be able to," he explained sadly, "I'll be in a rural area where there isn't any telephone and no wireless connections. So no calls and no texting either. But I'll think of you constantly."

Over the next few days, he packed and made other preparations for the long trip. 

The next Wine and Fantasy evening was scheduled for the time when he would be away and I assumed that we'd just cancel it; but a couple of days before he left, Mickey said Angie, Jennie, and I should go ahead with it.

"But," I pointed out, "after what we've been doing with you the last couple months, a plain Wine and Fantasy evening like we used to have would seem pretty tame."

"Then don't have a plain one. Do things a little differently. Tell you what, why don't I come up with some variations to the old routine?" he offered. 

"Such as what?"

"Give me a day or so to come up with a few things," he said.

He was lost in thought for a couple of minutes, then a smile spread on his face. 

"Yes," he whispered, almost to himself, and then added louder, "how 'bout I send separate ideas to each of the three of you? That way the things I suggest to you will come as a surprise to Angie and Jennie, and what I send Angie will come as a surprise to Jennie and you, and so on."

"So I'll only know about a third of what's in store for me." I replied, "That would certainly add some tension to the evening."

"Even better," he said, warming to the subject. "What if you don't know anything about what's in store for you?" 

"How so?" 

"I'll appoint each of you to be the master of one of the others for the evening," he explained. "I'll give you instructions for what to do with the person that you are the master of, but one of the girls will be the master of you and you won't know what instructions I send to your master."

The next day, I relayed the proposal to Jennie and Angie. They were intrigued and we all made some jokes about which of us would be the toughest masters. Our general consensus was that none of us was really "master" material. Nevertheless, they agreed. 

I saw Mickey off at the airport the next day. (He was letting me use his car while he was away.) When we kissed goodbye, he gave my left bun a quick little squeeze. 

"I'm glad someone will be keeping this warm while I'm gone," he whispered. 

From the plane, he sent me two e-mails. The first one also included Jennie and Angie on the "To" line. It said: 

Each of you is the master of one of the others and each of you has one master. 

Soo May is Jennie's master. 

Jennie is Angie's master. 

Angie is Soo May's master.

I will email each of you separately with detailed instructions about how you are to treat the person you are dominating. Here are some instructions that apply to all three of you.

You will take turns reading Literotica stories. When Soo May is reading, Jennie will be giving Angie discipline. When Jennie is reading, Angie will be dominating Soo May. When Angie is reading, Soo May will be the boss of Jennie.

His second email was addressed only to me. It said:

You are the Jennie's master. 

Tell her the day before the Wine and Fantasy that she is to wear her tightest jeans. Also, tell her to buy a standard sheet of 9 x 11 inch sandpaper at a hardware store and bring it with her. 

Whenever Angie is reading a story, if the story only includes hand spanking, then you do nothing; so Jennie lucks out. But if there are any implements used in the story, such as paddle or hairbrush, then you reenact the story as closely as you can and use the same instrument on Jennie; and you give her the same number of swats as the person in the story gets, up to a maximum of three swats per story. Also, Jennie must be dressed or undressed exactly as the person who is being punished in the story. If the fictional person has her pants down, then Jennie must lower hers. If the fictional person is completely nude, then Jennie must be also. 

You can take my satchel which has a switch in it. Angie, of course, has ping pong paddles at her place and hairbrushes. 

By the way, you don't have to whack your hardest, but don't go too easy on Jennie. Angie will be under instructions to report to me if you just give "symbolic" swats. If you do, then when I get back I'll be giving you what you should have given, Jennie. I hope that's clear. And when you are reading, you make sure Jennie doesn't go too easy on Angie. If she does, report it to me when I get back.

As soon as the Wine and Fantasy begins, you order Jennie to take down her pants and put the sandpaper inside her panties with the rough side against her bum. She must then pull her tight pants up and fasten them. Whenever she is not being punished by you, she has to keep the sandpaper in place. 

Angie will be your master. I've sent her instructions. She will tell you what clothes to wear to the evening. You must obey her. 

A day before the Wine and Fantasy, Angie called me. 

"Soo May, these are Mr. Daniels' instructions on what you should wear tomorrow night. First," she continued, "your top should be something that does not hang farther than the top of your hip bones, like a baby-T."

"OK," I said, "Anything else?" 

"Your bottom should be those new super tight women's sweat pants that are all the rage, if you can find a pair in your size."

"I can tell you right now, they don't make them small enough for me. Those things aren't really used for athletics," I explained. "They are sold to women who have good butts, or think they do, and want to show them off. But no parent would dress a little girl in something like that, so they don't make them in the girl sizes that I have to buy."

"No problem," Angie said. "Mr. Daniels anticipated that that might be the case, so he gave an alternative: just wear tights, with no underwear. Wear short-shorts on top of those. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. I'll see you tomorrow."

We said goodbye. 

To be continued in chapter 5 which I expect to upload about a week after this one.



The Disciplinarian Ch. 05



Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally.

Instructions and Inspections

The next day, Jennie and I rode in her car to Angie's. We arrived just as her husband was pulling away. Once we were all inside and had each had a half a glass of wine, we did a quick inventory. I had brought Mickey's satchel with the switch in it and Jennie had the sheet of sandpaper. 

"Well," said Angie, "I guess we should take a look at the individual instructions that Mr. Daniels sent to us. Who wants to go first?"

We looked at each other and finally Jennie said, "Ok. I'll go first." 

She then took a piece of paper from her handbag, apparently Mr. Daniels' instructions, and read it over silently to herself.

"Alright, Angie," Jennie said, "you don't have to take any clothes off to begin with, but whenever a character in a story that Soo May is reading is being spanked or paddled or something, you have to get undressed to the same degree as the person in the story. You also have to take the exact same position as the person in the story, bent over a chair or lying over a lap or whatever. I then give you a swat with the same kind of instrument that is used in the story."

"Is that all?" Angie asked.

"No, of course not." Jennie said, "Do really think Mr. Daniels would leave it at that? When I give you the swat, Soo May is to take a picture of the scene. You have to look at the camera and smile for the picture."

"Ok," she said, looking worried. The thought of getting her picture taken while getting a swat, possibly undressed, had clearly unnerved her. Even from long distance, Mickey knew how to press her buttons. 

Nevertheless, she continued the conversation, "So, how are you two supposed to be dressed? Soo May, what are his instructions for Jennie?" 

"Well, Jennie is to be fully dressed ... ," I said, and Jennie looked relieved while Angie seemed to grimace in resentment. 

"... to start with. However, Jennie, you have to put that sandpaper into your undies with the rough side against your ass right now. It has to stay there except when you are being spanked or punished."

"Damn!" Jennie muttered, as she began to undo the snap of her jeans. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie smiling at this development.

Jennie dropped the jeans to her thighs and then pulled her panties out in back to insert the sandpaper as instructed. When it was in place, she pulled her jeans back up and closed them. I noticed that she was wearing plain white cotton undies. Humph, I thought cynically, when Mickey's not here, she wears plain panties! She paused for a moment to see how sandpaper pressed against bare skin felt.

"That actually doesn't feel too bad," she declared with a surprised smile. I wondered if Mickey's instincts for punishment and humiliation had failed him in this case. 

"Also," I continued, "whenever Angie is reading a story that involves an instrument, like a paddle or switch, you have to undress to the same degree as the person in the story and I give you swats with the exact same instrument, but no more than three swats."

"What if there's only hand spanking in the story?" She asked.

"Nothing. You don't get punished in that case. When the story is over, we rotate and go on to the next story."

"Soo May," Angie called suddenly, "my turn to give you your instructions."

We looked over to see that she was reading Mickey's email on her laptop screen.

"To start with," she said, "get those short-shorts off. That's what Mr. Daniels instructed me for you. And they stay off all evening." 

I took them off, dropped them on the seat of an easy chair, and stood there in red tights and a white baby-T that did not reach more than a couple of inches below my waist. As Jennie had instructed, I had no underwear on. 

"OK," I said, "so who reads the first story? Should we draw straws?"

"Not so fast," said Angie. "There was more in Mr. Daniels' instructions for you, Soo May."

"What else?" I asked nervously. 

"You are to have a cucumber inserted in your love tunnel this whole evening," she said with a wicked smile, "The tights will hold it in." 

Jennie giggled at this news while I turned pink. 

"I'll get one from the fridge," Angie volunteered all too enthusiastically. 

She went to the kitchen and we heard the refrigerator door open. A few seconds later, Angie was back with a green gourd in her hand. 

"I don't have any cucumbers, so you'll have to use this zucchini," she said and then added with a grin, "Hope you like Italian men." 

This sent Jennie and Angie both into paroxysms of laughter. 

"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically, grabbing the zucchini from Angie, "you should be a comedian."

I was about to pull down my tights and insert the gourd when I realized there was a slight logistical problem: I needed to be wet first. Angie's next words revealed that Mickey, as usual, had thought of that.

"Oh, by the way," said Angie, who was looking at the computer screen again, "Mr. Daniels, says that you can't use any KY jelly or other lubricants."

"So, she'll have to get wet some other way!" Jennie exclaimed, clearly enjoying the situation, "and we know just how to do that don't we?"

"Yes, indeed!" Angie declared. Then, looking at me, she snapped her fingers and pointed at the couch. "Bend over the back of the couch, Soo May, right now!"

"Wait," I stalled, "that's not necessary." 

"What's the alternative, Soo May?" Jennie asked. "Are you going to pull your tights down and play with yourself in front of us?"

She had a point there. The least embarrassing way for me to get wet would be to submit to a spanking. 

"Hey, I'm your master," Angie's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Now get over the back of that couch. I want your little boy butt pointing to the ceiling in 10 seconds!"

With a groan, I walked around to the back of the couch and bent over the back of it, dropping the zucchini onto a cushion and putting my hands on the seat. Jennie and Angie, giggling, came around it too and stood behind me. 

The red, form-fitting tights stretched over my butt. Since my hips were higher than my shoulders, the hem of my T slid down a bit, exposing my belly and lower back.

"Alright," said Jennie, tittering, "let's get this lube job going." 

A second later Jennie's hand smacked my right bun and Angie's smacked my left almost simultaneously. Angie's swat made a different sound. I think she might have been cupping her hand.

Smack! ... Papt!

"Ow," I exclaimed, and I jerked forward a bit. The red tights hid my skin from view but they were so thin, the spanks felt almost like they were on my bare bottom. 

After a pause to giggle to each other about what they were doing, they resumed. Jennie concentrated on my right bun while Angie targeted my left. 

Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt!

Although my privates were hidden, I still blushed in shame at what I was doing ... and especially at why I was doing it: bending over so that my two best friends could spank me into arousal.

Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt!

After about a minute, Angie had a question. 

"Are you wet enough, Soo May?"

If it had been Mickey spanking me, I'm sure I would have been, but this was just not the same. As much as I would have liked for the spanking to be over, I had to admit that I was not.

"Um, no," I said. "It's ... uh ... going to take ... uh ... some more." 

"Alright," Angie said, "come on let's pour it on."

"Wait," Jennie said, "I have an idea." Then directing her words to me, she added, "Soo May, do a split on the top of the couch."

"What?" Angie asked.

"You know, a split," Jennie explained, "like they do in ballet, or in gymnastics, or for warm ups in dance practice; where you spread your legs as wide as they'll go. I know Soo May can do splits. I've seen her do it." 

"Oh, right," Angie said, "I know what you mean. Ok, Soo May, you heard her, do a split on the top of the couch." 

I stood up straight and then slowly I lifted my right leg up and laid it along the length of the top of the couch. Then I did the same with my left leg. Next, I bent forward again to rest my forearms and elbows on the seat of the sofa. This made my back concave so that my butt arched up. My T had slipped all the way to my armpits exposing my boobless chest. Now, my body made a kind of T-shape and the muscles of my legs and ass were stretched taught and hard, perfectly defined by the stretchy tights.

I heard Angie make a snort of laughter and the two of them giggled for a few seconds at my obscene position. At last Jennie spoke, "OK, now let's pour it on."

They proceeded to rain spanks down on me rapid fire.

Papt! Smack! Papt! Smack! Papt! Smack! Papt! Smack! Papt! Smack! 

Papt! Papt! Smack! Smack! Papt! Smack! Smack! Smack! Papt! Papt!

Within seconds I was making impulsive expressions of pain, and my hips began to twist a bit.

"Oh ... uh ... errg ... ow ... nnhuh ..."

After another minute of fast and frenzied spanking, Angie and Jennie stopped and I could hear them breathing hard. 

"Are you ready, yet, Soo May?" Jennie gasped. 

I was feeling a little moisture in my tunnel, but not a lot. 

With a sigh, I answered, "No, not yet." 

Angie seemed to realize what I needed before Jennie or I did. 

"Soo May," she said, "tell us why you are in this ridiculous position, spread eagled and holding your bottom up to us"

"You know why!" I exclaimed in irritation.

"Yes," she explained, "but I want you to tell us." 

"So you can ... spank muh— me," my voice started out strong but began to break in embarrassment at the end.

"That's right, now tell us why you want us to spank you," she went on.

"Sheesh!" I said, hoping vainly that a little bravado would cover my humiliation, "... so that I'll get wet."

"So spankings get you all fizzy, do they?"

"Damn it, Angie," I began to sniffle, "you know they [choke] do." 

"What kind of spanking gets you fizzy? Soft, quick ones?"

"No ... [gasp] ... damn it, you know ... long hard ones." 

"But spankings don't get you as hot as playing with yourself does," she continued. "Isn't that right?

"huh ... God ...," I groaned, "Ok, yeah, ... [gasp] ... not as much as playing with myself."

"So, how wet do you want to be?" she asked next, not giving me any quarter.

"Enough to [sniffle] put the zucchini in," I whimpered softly.

"Fine," she responded and for a moment I thought my humiliating interrogation was over, but what Angie said next killed those hopes.

"So, Soo May, put all that together and ask us what you want us to do for you. Do it just like Mr. Daniels makes us; use complete sentences and be polite and all that."

It took me a few seconds to work up the nerve, but finally I spoke.

"Angie and Jennie, ... uh ... except for masturbation, nothing turns me on like— oh, God— uh ... a long hard spanking; so would you please spank me until I'm wet enough to put a zucchini in my ... uh ... thing?"

"I think we can help you out, there, Soo May," Jennie giggled.

With that they resumed. 

Papt! Papt! Smack! Smack! Papt! Smack! Smack! Smack! Papt! Papt!

"Awh ... ouch ... umh ... oh ... ow ..."

Within seconds, I realized that Angie's interrogation had produced a flood in my cunny. 

"Stop! Stop!" I practically shouted, "I'm ready. I'm ready."

"Thank God," Jennie said, "my arm is hurting."

"Wait," said Angie, "as her master I think we should give her an inspection to verify that she's ready."

"Inspection?" Jennie asked.

"Yes," said Angie. "Soo May, get down off the couch and bend over."

I did as instructed, putting my hands on my knees. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that Jennie was pulling at the seat of her jeans as if trying to pull them away from her. I guessed that the sand paper had rubbed against her ass as she was spanking me.

"Now, pull down the leggings," Jennie commanded, "and spread your legs!"

With a sigh, I reached back to the waistband of the tights and pulled them down to my knees. Then I spread my legs as much as the fabric stretched between them would allow. My face flushed red again. 

"Wait a minute," Angie said, "I don't think we should have to bend down to inspect her."

"Good," Jennie replied, "I don't want to bend over and put my face by her pubes."

"Me neither," Angie agreed. "We should position her so that we don't have to."

She looked around the room for a second and then said, "Come on, Soo May, get those tights off and come into the kitchen."

I straightened up, pushed down the tights, and stepped of them. Then, bare-assed, I followed Angie into the kitchen. Jennie brought up the rear.

"Stand up on this," Angie said, pulling a chair about a foot back from the kitchen table. 

Warily, I stepped up onto the chair. 

"Now, bend all the way over and put your hands on the table."

Obediently, I leaned forward and rested my hands on the table. My naked butt and privates were almost exactly at eye level for Jennie and Angie and the overhead kitchen light illuminated them perfectly. They could "inspect" me without having to bend over or get close.

"What do you think?" Angie asked Jennie, "Is Boy Butt wet enough or does she need more lickings?"

"With her legs together I can't really tell," Jennie replied with a giggle. 

"Good point," said Angie, "but that's easily fixed." 

With that Angie pulled out the chair next to the one I was standing on and slid it about three feet farther to the side. 

"Stay bent over, but put one foot on this chair and keep the other on that chair," she instructed. 

I did so and the effect was to spread my legs wide. 

It's funny how the tiny details can make such a powerful difference in the emotional effect of a situation. I'd had some pretty humiliating moments in our sessions with Mickey, but this moment ranked near the top of the humiliation scale. 

That I was bottomless was, of course, embarrassing. 

That my legs were spread wide easily doubled the humiliation level. 

That I was bent over tripled it. 

That I was wet with arousal tripled it again. 

That my arousal was born of something kinky, instead of conventional sex, quadrupled it. 

But what really pushed my mortification into the stratosphere was the fact that I had stepped up onto the chairs to bring my privates up to eye level. I was not just debasing myself; I was doing so in a way that suited the convenience of my two smirking inspectors, so that they wouldn't have to go to the effort of bending over to see whether I was ready for the next phase of my humiliation. It was as if my saving a little face could not possibly be more important than the convenience of my tormentors. Once, again, even in my sniffling humiliation, I thought of what an artist Mickey was; a Rembrandt of erotic humiliation, who with a single brush stroke can turn a merely great work of art into a magnificent one. 

"Ah, that's better," Angie was saying, pulling me out of my reverie. "She is pretty wet."

"Boy, I'll say!" Jennie agreed with unnecessary exaggeration. "She's soaking!"

"Alright, Boy Butt," Angie commanded, "get back to the living room and put that Italian in. Then put on the tights to hold him in."

I stepped down from the chairs and scampered into the living room where I did as instructed. The six-inch zucchini went in about three inches. When I'd pulled up the tights, the form-fitting fabric clung to the outer three inches just as it clung to my body. It looked for all the world like an erect penis.

Another of Mickey Rembrandt's fiendish brush strokes, I thought, as Jennie and Angie both chortled at the sight.

Stories and Stings

"Alright, then," I said, trying to distract attention from my new appendage, "can we start the stories?"

We drew straws to see who read the first story and I got the short one, so I sat down at the computer and navigated to Literotica. In another half-a-minute, I'd chosen one of the newly posted stories that had "punishment" in the title. 

I started reading aloud and a few paragraphs into the story, an arrogant college student was lying over the lap of her professor with her skirt up and her panties down. The professor was whacking her with a ruler. 

"Ok, Angie," said Jennie, "it's picture time. Get me a ruler while I get my phone camera from my bag."

Jennie showed me how to take a picture with her phone while Angie, moving slowly, went to her husband's study and came back with an old wooden ruler in her hand, looking a bit scared. Smiling broadly, Jennie took the ruler and sat down on the couch.

"Alright, Angie," she said, with an enthusiasm that surprised me, "lift up that skirt to your waist and get over my lap!" Being a master had clearly gone to her head.

Angie gritted her teeth and I could see she was about to complain about Jennie's unseemly eagerness; but she resisted the impulse, wisely I thought. Instead, she grabbed the hem of her skirt on both sides and pulled it up to her ribs. Then she kneeled on the couch beside Jennie and laid herself over Jennie's lap. She, too, was wearing plain full size undies. Just like Jennie's except that Angie's were pink. What is this? I thought jealously, these two both wear flimsy, sexy panties when Mickey's here, but when he's not, they wear granny underwear!

"All right, Angie," Jennie said, "the girl in the story has her panties down, so you have to have yours down too."

With a groan, Angie complied. She lifted her hips from Jennie's lap and dragged her own undies down to her mid thighs. 

"Ready, Soo May?" Jennie asked as she held the ruler up in the air.

I stood in front of the two of them and aimed the camera at the kinky tableau. 

"Ready!" I called.

WHAP!

Jennie brought the ruler down full across both Angie's lovely model buttocks. 

"Arghh!" Angie called out as her head snapped up.

I snapped the picture.

"Ok," said Angie, with just a hint of a cry in her voice, "let me up."

"Just a second," Jennie replied and held her hand on Angie's back, "let me see that picture."

I took the mobile over to where Jennie could see it. At the moment I'd snapped the photo, Angie had been clenching her butt in pain. Her head was up, her eyes were closed, and her lips were pressed tight in pain. She appeared to be a beautiful but errant housewife being spanked over her husband's lap for overdrawing the checking account again; except that it must have been one of those jurisdictions where same-sex marriage is allowed, because the angry husband was a woman. 

"Doesn't count!" Jennie exclaimed. "You forgot to smile and you forgot to look at the camera. We'll have to do it again." 

"Oh, &%$#@!" Angie nearly shouted as I resumed my cameraman's position. I couldn't help but laugh because she very rarely swore.

Once again I held the camera up. This time, Angie looked at the camera and put on her best toothy model's smile. 

WHAP! The ruler struck home again.

"Unnnhhh!" Angie moaned through gritted teeth.

I snapped the picture immediately and then took it to Jennie for approval. Despite her pain, Angie had managed to keep facing the camera and holding her mouth in what was more or less a smile. Her bum in the picture was crisscrossed with two long thin red rectangles. In this picture she looked less like an errant housewife than like a closeted lesbian housewife enjoying her favorite kink with her secret lover while her husband is out of the house. 

Jennie agreed that if fit the bill, so she let Angie up. As Jennie herself stood up, I noticed her wince and involuntarily put her hand on the seat of her pants. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 05



The two of them flipped a coin to see who would read the next story and Angie won. That would mean that I was to be Jennie's master.

Angie took quite a while finding a story she wanted to read. I realized that she was deliberately looking for one that involved more than hand spanking because she didn't want Jennie to get off scot free. Finally, she found one and began to read it. For some reason, Jennie remained standing. 

It starred a lazy young man who was expelled from college. His wealthy, exasperated parents packed him off to a summer of hard labor on his strict Aunt and Uncle's ranch where he was to learn self-discipline. In keeping with the finest traditions of strict Aunts in Literotica stories, she soon had the poor boy bent over in her kitchen with his jeans and boxers at his ankles while she walloped his backside with a hairbrush.

"Ok," said Angie, interrupting her own reading. "Get those jeans and panties down Jennie while I go get Soo May a hairbrush." There was an unmistakable smile of anticipated revenge on her face."

Jennie almost eagerly pulled down her skintight jeans and then her undies and I soon saw why. The skin of her bottom was bright pink where the sandpaper contacted it. She reached back and slowly rubbed it with both hands, sighing with relief.

"Here ya go, Soo May," said Angie when she returned from the bedroom and handed me a flat-backed hairbrush. Then, turning to Jennie, she added, "Bend over and grasp your ankles just like the guy in the story."

Jennie did so and I stepped over beside her with the hairbrush. 

"The guy in the story gets 20 spanks," I explained, "but I'm allowed to give you no more than three." 

"And remember, Soo May," Angie reminded me, "I have to report you to Mr. Daniels if you spank too softly."

"I remember," I promised, and I meant it. I wasn't about to risk Mickey's disapproval.

I raised the hairbrush and brought it down moderately hard on the already pink part of Jennie's butt.

Splat!

"Owww!" Jennie shouted, and she involuntarily straightened up and began rubbing her bum. 

"Doesn't count!" Angie called out, repeating exactly the phrase Jennie had used earlier. "The guy in the story is not allowed to rub, so you aren't either, and he had to stay in position. Start over."

Jennie obeyed and gingerly got back into position. 

Splat! Her buns weren't nearly as tight as Angie's were, so they flattened quite a bit more when the brush made contact and then they bounced back again. 

"Errrr, Ooooo," Jennie moaned with gritted teeth. Her naked butt clenched, but she kept position.

Splat! Again, her butt shimmied. 

"Oww, Oh, Oh," Jennie gasped, but kept position.

"Ha!" Angie exclaimed, "Look how her butt jiggles. That's a hoot!"

Jennie's face turned crimson and I felt a new flood in my loins at the thought of being in her position, my bottom bouncing and shaking to the amusement of onlookers as I'm thoroughly punished with a hairbrush.

"Last one," I said, and then gave her a final whack.

Splat! Her butt reverberated in response.

"Owwiee, [gasp] Eunnh!" Jennie groaned and she twisted.

Sniffling, she lowly she straightened up, and I told her she could rub her bottom if she wanted to. She most definitely wanted to and she did for more than a minute. 

"Alright, Jennie," I said, "time to get your undies and pants back on and don't forget the sandpaper"

"Uh, Soo May," Jennie said hesitantly, "Can I just volunteer to be bottomless for the rest of the evening?"

"Nope," sorry I said, with genuine sympathy, "but I'm not going to go against his instructions."

With a small sob, Jennie reached down to pull up her panties. Then she picked up the sandpaper and put it back in place. Finally, she pulled up the tight jeans. She winced audibly when she zipped up the fly and snapped them shut. 

"Ok, Jennie," Angie said, "your turn to read a story while I am Soo May's master. But we got so involved in getting her wet, I never did tell you Mr. Daniels instructions about what she is to do when you are reading a story."

She switched to her email for a few moments and then switched back to the Literotica window and got up from the computer. Jennie took her place but kneeled on the chair instead of sitting on it. 

One Hump or Two?

"Ok, Soo May," Angie took command. "When it's Jennie's turn to read a story, you are to bend over the back of the couch and start humping it."

"Humping it?!?" I asked.

"Yes. That's what he wants," she replied, folding her arms as if daring me to protest. "Also, if there's any hand spanking in the story, then I give you the same number of spanks while you continue humping. However, you can keep your tights on no matter how the person in the story is dressed. If there's paddling or switching or any other kind of spanking tool, we just ignore that." 

Turning red faced again, I walked to the back of the couch and bent over it once again. I glanced over at Angie and she simply folded her arms impatiently and raised one eyebrow as if to say "What are you waiting for? Get on with it!"

I felt my eyes water in shame, but I slowly pulled my hips back and up a few inches and brought them down and forward again. Then I did it again, and then a third time, increasing my speed each time. In a few more seconds I was humping the back of the couch in a regular rhythm. 

I couldn't help glancing at Jennie and Angie. They were each pressing their top and bottom lips together tightly to suppress laughing. Humiliated, I looked away. 

The humping caused my organic prick to bump against the back of the couch. Each time I bucked forward, the zucchini would hit the couch and pivot a little toward the floor. This had the effect to causing the part inside me to press into my G-spot. On the reverse stroke, the veggie would pivot back the other way. As a result, I was rhythmically pushing my G-spot as I humped. 

Jennie spent a couple of minutes finding a story to read. No doubt she wanted to be sure she got one that including a hand spanking, since instrument spankings would not apply to me. Finally, she found one and began to read. 

The star was a naïve but intrepid female reporter. By the end of the second paragraph she had crossed into the sinister and mysterious dictatorship of Slobovia. By the end of the third she was snooping around Slobovia's secret nuclear facility taking pictures. By the end of the fifth she had been apprehended, and by the end of the sixth she was in Slobovia's notorious castle prison. Halfway through the seventh, she was lying naked over the lap of the evil warden as he spanked her to teach her "how we do things around here." 

"Alright, Jennie," Angie said, "Let's count the spanks, because Soo May gets the same number."

As Jennie read the spanking aloud, Angie counted the spanks under her breadth, "That's one ... three more ... two more, that's six so far ... seven ... eight, nine, and ten, ..."

As I stood there bent over the couch, humping it, I began to pray that the evil warden would finish, but the idiot reporter kept resisting and insulting him, which only provoked him to lengthen the spanking. Finally, she called him a pig and, furious, he reached for a switch. Thank God, I thought, the hand spanking is over.

"Thirty-six!" Angie announced the total with undisguised glee. Then she positioned herself beside me and began to spank, after reminding me to keep humping. She used the same, cupped hand style she had used to spank me earlier and it made the same slightly muffled sound against my tightly encased butt.

Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt!

She alternated from one globe to other, keeping up a steady rhythm. 

Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt!

They'd spanked me before, but not at the same time that I was humping like this, and the sight of it kept Angie and Jennie chuckling continuously through the whole spanking.

Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt!

When one of her spanks coincided with a down stroke of my couch-pumping, it drove my hips harder into the back of the couch and my G-stop was pushed even harder by the zucchini. 

Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt!

Before long I could no longer suppress my spontaneous expressions of pain.

"Owh ... unhuh ... omh ... uh ... arwh ..."

I was already pretty aroused from my first spanking, the three stories, and several minutes of humping. Now Angie's spanking was pushing me further down that road. Each spank sent a wave of pain radiating from my butt and each hump sent a wave of pleasure radiating back. My eyelids grew heavy and I started making sounds of pleasure along with the pain. 

Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt! ... Papt!

"Ow ... mmm ... arg ... uhuhh ... [gasp] ... ouch ..."

I wasn't aware of it at first, but the speed of my humping had been gradually increasing. 

"I don't believe it!" I heard Jennie exclaim, "she's doing it again!"

"She's insatiable," Angie agreed with a chortle and she increased the speed of her spanks.

Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt!

"MMMMMM ... Errgh! ... OHHHH ... [gasp] ... ouch ... Yes ..."

The waves of pleasure and pain merged into an indescribable radiation of pleasure-pain that took control of my body from me. 

Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt! Papt!

"NNNNNNN ... oooohhhh ... Yes ... [gasp] ... more ..."

Suddenly, I stopped humping and jammed my hips against the top edge of the couch. The inner end of the zucchini pushed hard and insistently against my G-spot. My upper body straightened up. My face turned up, eyes closed, mouth open. My hands moved from the seat of the couch to the back which I gripped on either side of me. My hips began to slide rapidly from side to side against the back of the couch which caused the zucchini to pivot from side to side rubbing the G-spot. 

"MMMMmmmmm ... yesss ... ohhh ... NNNNuuuhhhh ..."

Somewhere I could hear Angie and Jennie laughing as if they were a long way away, their voices echoing down a miles long corridor. But I didn't care. I was on the edge of the volcano. In another second I would tumble over into its wonderful molten core. 

"NNNuuummmmmmm ... uunnngggaaahhh ..."

In the distance I heard the echo of a door opening, and a man was calling out. He was calling "Angie." 

Then a woman was calling "Soo May, Soo May," and I felt my hips being pulled away from the couch. 

Nooo, I thought, noooo, don't want to stop. I resisted the pulling and tried to get my crotch back against the couch, back to the volcano.

"Soo May!"

I opened my eyes to see what force was trying to deprive me of my volcano bath of ecstasy. It was Jennie. 

"Soo May," she said in a panic, "Angie's husband is home!" 

Premature Husband

I was instantly back in reality. My heart started pounding in panic, and like the proverbial condemned man, my mind was perfectly focused on the essential goal: get my short-shorts back on.

Angie was dashing for the hallway intent on stalling her husband. She called a stage whisper back over her shoulder to Jennie, "Get that stuff off the computer screen!"

Jennie ran to the laptop as I ran around the couch and headed for the easy chair where I'd dropped the shorts. 

They weren't there!

I looked around frantically on all the chairs and the couch seat. Not on any of them. I dropped to my knees and peered under the chair where I laid the shorts. Nada. 

Angie and Roger's voices were growing louder as they came slowly down the hallway. 

"No," he was saying, "I told you this morning that there's no poker game this week, we were just going to watch the basketball game on TV. But it was a blow out, so I decided to come home after the third quarter."

"Soo May! Soo May!" Jennie was hissing at me from the chair in front of the computer, which she had simply turned off.

When I looked at her, she started signaling me with an odd gesture. She had cupped her right hand and was patting her crotch with it. I didn't know what she meant. Then she began pointing at my crotch with her left hand while she continued the cupped hand gesture with the other. I looked down at my crotch.

The zucchini!

Roger would be stepping into the living room in seconds, I couldn't find my shorts, and there was not enough time for me to reach into my tights and take it out before he got there. 

"In! In! Further in!" Jennie hissed.

Suddenly I understood her gesture. 

I cupped my hand on the end of the veggie and pushed hard. If I hadn't been so aroused moments earlier I don't think it would have gone, but I was able to get nearly the whole six inches into me. For a person my size that's pretty big. A tiny bit still protruded, but I clamped my legs together and that hid it. 

At that moment Roger entered the room with Angie beside him. They saw Jennie first. Angie immediately looked at the computer screen and I could see her shoulders sag in relief that it was dark. 

Roger said hello to Jennie and then turned to me.

"Hi, there— uh ... uh ... Soo May, ... um ... how are you?" his eyes grew wide and he stared at my lower half, form-fitted in red tights. 

I could see Angie gulp silently, but she didn't seem surprised to find that I didn't have my shorts on. After a second, she even seemed to smile a bit at my discomfort.

My face was burning, and I was tempted to cover my crotch with my hands, but that would have given away that something fishy was going on, and the tights were not see-through, so I had to just brazen it out.

"I'm fine, Roger," I replied with a smile, my hands at my sides.

"Um ...," he continued to be puzzled, "why are you only wearing—" 

"It's a fashion," Angie interrupted him. "Really, Roger, you are so out of it. Women have been wearing tights as pants for months!" 

"They have?" 

"Oh, honestly, Roger," she said with exaggerated impatience, "you've got to be more observant." Then, looking at me, she added, "But I don't think it works on you, Soo May, let's see it with the short-shorts layered on top again."

With that she gently steered Roger to the kitchen. When his back was turned she pointed at the chair where I'd dropped my shorts and mouthed something silently. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but Jennie seemed to understand. She walked over to the chair and lifted the cushion. Sure enough my shorts were hidden under it. I quickly put them on while Roger was in the kitchen and then I ran to the bathroom and took the zucchini out. Holding it behind my back, I dropped it into the kitchen wastebasket when Roger wasn't looking. 

Caught in the Act

We chatted around the kitchen table and sipped wine. I didn't say much because I was trying to figure out how my shorts could have gotten under the cushion. After about a half an hour, Jennie and I made our excuses and stood up. Angie walked us to Jennie's car. 

When we got there, she said "There was one more special instruction for you, Soo May, from Mr. Daniels, wasn't there Jennie?" 

"Huh?" Jennie seemed surprised at first, but then quickly recovered and smiled. "Oh, right, you told me about that on the phone; the special instruction." 

"What special instruction?" I asked.

"You are not allowed to play with yourself until he gets back," Angie said.

"Unless you have permission from one of us," Jennie added with an evil grin. If you do, we get to punish you as we see fit."

"He— he said that?" I stammered in surprise. "Well," I added, trying to recover some dignity, "he needn't have, because I had no intention of ... I mean I wouldn't ... Oh, never mind."

"Right, whatever you say, Soo May," Angie smiled, then waving goodbye walked back to the house.

As soon as she was inside, Jennie handed me the keys and said "You drive."

When I got in the driver side, I saw that she had gotten in on the passenger side, but she was not sitting on the seat, but kneeling on it. As soon as we were out of sight of Angie's house, she undid her pants and violently yanked them and her panties down to her knees. 

"Jennie, what the hell?" I asked, but then I saw what the "hell" was: she pulled the sandpaper out of her panties and threw it on the floor, and then she began to rub her bright pink ass and continued to do so all the way home. 

I, on the other hand, spent the drive mulling Mickey's "special instruction." Did he really think I was so sex-crazed that I couldn't control myself for a couple weeks without the threat of being punished by my friends?

Since our Wine and Fantasy had been interrupted so quickly, it was still early and Jennie changed and went right out again, with her gym bag over her shoulder, saying that she was going to her athletic club and get in a game of handball. 

I tried to watch some TV, but I couldn't concentrate. Everything I saw seemed to remind me of the night's events. There was a ballet dancer in tights on one channel, on another there was a fashion photographer; a third featured a sidewalk vegetable stand with zucchinis in the background. Slowly, that old familiar feeling began to grow in my private cave. I suddenly became aware that my hand was slowly stroking my crotch.

No! No! I thought, Mustn't do this! Mickey wants me to wait ... or get permission. I turned the channel again to a home improvement show, but then the host began sandpapering the old finish off a bannister. Damn! I thought and I snapped off the set. 

I turned out the living room lights and went to my bedroom to read. The heroine in my romance novel was a headstrong, rebellious, lass (aren't they all?) who hated the handsome but arrogant son of the local lord. As I resumed reading from where I'd left off, she was caught on the moors in a wind and rain storm. The hated son came along on horseback and offered a ride to shelter. She refused, but he declared that he could not allow "one of my father's subjects" to die of pneumonia, so he pulled her up and sat her in front of him on the horse. She struggled, but his arm, holding her around the waist as he galloped, was like iron. So was his chest against which he held her tightly. 

Just like Mickey's chest, I thought. And if Mickey thought that I endangered myself in a storm, he'd be furious. He'd probably take me over his lap and spank me in my tights. Yes, that's just what he'd do. 

The book fell from my hand. My eyes were closed and my other hand had found its way to my crotch again. I don't care, I thought, I'm going to do what I want. Ask permission to play with myself? Ask permission! How dare he! Besides, ... mmmmmm ... this won't take long and ... nnnnnhhhh ... Jennie won't be back for hours. No one will ever know.

In another few seconds I was transported in my mind back to Angie's place. I was again bent over the couch humping it as Angie spanks me. Yes, yes, ... mmmmm ... I'm a naughty little pain slut who needs to be spanked. Suddenly, Angie's husband, Roger, comes home, but in my fantasy we don't hear him in time. He enters the living room to find his wife spanking me as I hump the couch in tights. He throws me over his lap and vigorously spanks me. After a while, he yanks down my tights and spanks me on the bare. That's when he sees the zucchini in me. "I'll teach you what a real prick is," he says, and soon I'm sucking him off while Angie and Jennie spank me. 

Mmmmm ... [gasp] ... yes, oh yes ... nnnuhhuh ... 

"SOO MAY!"

I screamed and jumped nearly to the ceiling. It was Jennie. She couldn't have been gone more than half an hour. 

"Jennie!" I nearly screamed, "what are you doing here? And how dare you come into my room without knocking."

"I live here, and I forgot my handballs, and you left your door wide open," she explained. "Now, what are you doing? No, wait, I know what you are doing. The question is did you call Angie and get her permission, because you sure didn't get mine."




The Disciplinarian Ch. 05



"Um ... uh ..." I tried to think of an excuse, but I couldn't. "Damn it ... no," my voice dropped to a whisper and I hung my head, "no ... [sigh] ... I didn't get permission."

"That's what I figured," she responded. "Well, then, I'm going to have to punish you. You must be here at home at 9 PM tomorrow night and I'll give you an appropriate punishment, and I will be in complete control, just the way Mr. Daniels is. Any disobedience from you and I'll report it to him. Understood?"

"[sigh] ... yes, understood," I said in defeat. 



The Disciplinarian Ch. 06



Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally.

Naughty Hands

I was nervous at work the whole day thinking about what sort of punishment Jennie might have in store for me that night. I could hardly eat any supper because of the butterflies in my stomach. This did not go unnoticed by Jennie and she kept glancing at me all through the meal and evening with a self-satisfied grin. 

Just before nine o'clock, Angie arrived. So, I thought, they are going to double-team me. I wasn't really surprised. 

At precisely nine, Jennie told me to wait in my bedroom. Then she and Angie went to the kitchen. I sat on my bed and wondered what they could possibly need from the kitchen. Suddenly, memories of Literotica stories that involved spankings with spatulas and big wooden mixing spoons came back to me, and my stomach did a flip.

Seconds later they came into the room and to my relief Jennie was carrying only our oven mitts. Angie had only our kitchen timer, which she put on my dresser.

"First, put these on," Jennie instructed as she handed the mitts to me. As I took them from her, I could see that she or Angie had attached a plastic scouring pad to the palm of each mitt with safety pins.

"What are these for?" I asked. 

"These are your naughty hands mittens," Jennie explained. "I had a friend who worked in a home for the severely retarded. Some of the patients would masturbate all day if they weren't restrained. So the staff would put these thick mittens with a rough surface on their hands. It hurt them to rub themselves, so the mittens effectively prevented them from masturbating. You are going to wear these for the remainder of the night for the same reason."

"I'm not mentally disabled, Jennie!" I protested. "This is outrageous. I'm not putting these on."

"Suit yourself," she replied calmly, "but we'll just have to tell Mr. Daniels about your disobedience."

"Damn it, Jennie!" I said, gritting my teeth in fury, but I wasn't going to risk harming my new relationship with Mickey. He had apparently told Jennie that she could punish me in any way that she wanted. Muttering angrily, I put on the mitts. 

At that moment, we heard the clicking of our front door knocker. 

"That must be Robby," Jennie said as she headed for the door.

"Robby? But you broke up with Robby months ago. Why is he here?"

"I ran into him the other day and invited him over to watch a DVD," she explained over her shoulder as she continued walking across the living room. 

"Wait," I protested. "You're going to send him away, right?"

She stopped and turned back toward me with her hands on her hips. "Now why should I cancel an invitation just because you can't keep from touching yourself?"

"Well, then," I retreated to a second suggestion, "You two are going postpone my punishment for another time, right? I mean you're not going to go through with it while he's in the apartment?"

"And why shouldn't we?" Angie asked as if what I'd just requested was an outrageous favor. "You should have thought about all the potential consequences when you broke Mr. Daniels' instruction. Now you're just going to have to deal with the situation."

We heard the knocker again.

"Just a moment!" Jennie called out to the unseen Robby on the other side of the door, and then turned her attention back to me. 

"Look, he won't actually see your punishment, if that's what's got you worried," she explained. "We'll do that in your bedroom while he waits out here. But, mind you, this is a favor I'm doing you that you really don't deserve."

With that, she walked to the door, but then she seemed to get an idea and paused just as she grasped the doorknob. After thinking a moment, she turned back toward me and a wicked grin sliced her face. "But," she said smiling, "I'm going to make it part of your punishment that you have to tell Robby the truth if he asks you any questions. If you don't, I'll tell Mr. Daniels that you disobeyed." 

With that, she flung open the door and Robby strode in with a six-pack of beer under his arm. 

He was 25, tall, dark-haired, and medium build. If you overlooked an ill-advised soul patch on his chin, he wasn't bad looking, which was Jennie's main criterion in boyfriend selection; but he was crude, even by her not too refined standards, and she'd broken up with him after only a month of dating. She hadn't mentioned him in months, so I wondered why she hadn't invited her current boyfriend. She'd described the new man to me, but I'd yet to meet him. 

"Hi ya, Soo May!" Robby exclaimed, "Long time, no see!" Robby had never learned the difference between his indoor voice and his outdoor voice. 

"Hello, Robby," I said nervously trying to think of a way to get out of the room before he could ask me any questions. An idea quickly came to me. 

"Why don't I take those beers to the fridge while you start the DVD?" I asked, reaching out my hands to take the six-pack from him.

—the hands that had oven mitts on them.

—the oven mitts that had scouring pads safety-pinned to the palms.

Damn! I thought. &^%$#@ mittens! I forgot I was wearing them.

Robby frowned in puzzlement at the mittens as he handed me the beers. 

"So," he asked, "what are you baking?"

"Baking? ... um," I stammered, "... uh ... nothing." I grabbed the beers and dashed for the kitchen door before he could ask another question. As I passed by Angie, I saw her smirking at me. 

I put the beers in the refrigerator. Now I had to go back out to the living room and get to my bedroom before Robby could ask a question that I didn't want to answer. I opened the kitchen door a crack and peeked. He was bent over inserting the DVD into the player. This was my chance. Walking fast, with my hands behind my back, I made a beeline for my bedroom door. I was just 10 feet short of it when I heard Robby's voice.

"So, what are cooking for us, Soo May?" he asked.

I stopped. "Cooking?" 

"Yes," he explained, "You're wearing oven mitts and you said you're not baking anything, so what are you cooking?"

"Um ... well ... you know ... I haven't really decided what to cook yet." 

"Then why are you already wearing oven mitts?" he persisted, "I mean if you don't what you're going to cook, then you don't know if you need them. And by the way, what's that fastened to the mitts? Are those scouring pads?"

&^%$#@! I thought. He's asked me a direct question and Jennie will tell Mickey that I disobeyed if I don't tell the truth.

"[sigh] ... Yes, they are scouring pads," I admitted. 

He looked puzzled again, and then looked back and forth between Jennie, Angie, and me a few times before finally stopping again at me. "What's going on here?" he asked.

I sighed again and looked down, trying to hide my face as I answered. "These are ... uh ... naughty hands mittens. They ... uh ... prevent the person who's wearing them from ... uh ...," my voice dropped to a whisper, "... playing with themselves." 

There was a long silence. Robby, who was not the swiftest boat in the stream, blinked uncomprehendingly several times, his mouth open and his brow furrowed as he attempted to process what I'd just said. 

"But ...," he said slowly, "... you mean that ... no, you couldn't mean ... that is ... but why would you ... um ... that is ... ." His face slowly turned toward Jennie and he raised one eyebrow — a request for enlightenment.

She smiled and slowly nodded her head in the affirmative. Her meaning was unmistakable, even to Robby. Yes, she was signaling, this does mean what you think it means.

He turned back to look at me. He began to blush and a wide grin slowly formed on his face. He stared at me half in amusement and half in amazement.

"You see," Angie broke the silence, "Soo May's new man is out of town and he told her not to brush her muff while he's gone."

"So he makes her wear those while he's out-of-town?" Robby asked. 

"No, actually, the naughty hands mittens are my idea," Jennie explained. "You see, Soo May, has already fallen off the wagon. I came home last night and found her pressing the button with her bedroom door wide open. So tonight she has to wear those."

Robby looked at me and started laughing. "Is that true, Soo May? Did she catch you diddling?"

I hung my head. "Yes," I whispered. My eyes were starting to water from shame.

"Oh, ... huck, huck, ... my ... hee, hee, hee, ... God!" he exclaimed, laughing so hard he could hardly talk. 

"As a matter of fact, Robby," Angie spoke up, "Would you grab a couple of beers and wait on the sofa with Jennie for a few minutes? Soo May and I have something to attend to in her room."

"Attend to what?" he asked, recovering slightly from his laughing fit. 

"I think that will become clear shortly, Robby," was her only answer. "Now, if you'll excuse us ... Soo May, let's go to your room."

Jeans

While Robby headed for the kitchen, I led the way to my room. Angie closed the door behind us. She sat on the end of my bed and then waited until the whoosh of a beer can opening told us Robby was back in the living room. Only then did she say, "Alright, Soo May, get over my lap!" She said it loud enough to ensure that that Robby heard it through the closed door. 

With a groan, I draped myself over her lap and rested my hands and toes on the floor. 

Whap! Her palm connected hard with the seat of my jeans. It didn't hurt very much, but I realized that the sound was loud enough to be heard in the living room. She paused before the next spank to give Robby more time to figure out what was going on.

Whap! She paused again.

Whap! 

Finally, Robby called out to us from the living room, "Angie, are you and Soo May getting it on? Can I join in?" 

"That idiot!" Angie whispered and I couldn't help but laugh despite my humiliating position. 

"No, Robby," she said much louder, "we're not having sex." Then after a pause she said, "Why don't you ask Soo May what we're doing?" She punctuated this with another spank.

Whap!

"Soo May?" It was Robby again. It sounded like he had walked very close to the bedroom door. "What are you two doing?"

Whap!

"I'm ... uh ...," my voice dropped, "getting spanked."

"What?" he called back.

"Louder, Soo May," Jennie called through the door, "and tell him the position you're in too." She must have been standing next to Robby.

Angie endorsed this command with a very hard swat.

WHAP! 

"I— I— I'm lying over Angie's lap getting a spanking," I stammered loudly. 

"Tell him why," she whispered.

"I'm being punished for playing with myself without permission," I explained to the closed door.

There was a brief pause while this sunk in. Then we heard Robby laughing again. Satisfied now that he understood, she increased her pace, landing a spank about every second. 

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

By now, we could hear Robby and Jennie giggling continuously. My face burned with humiliation.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Despite the protection of my jeans, the cumulative effect was starting to build and I began making barely audible squeals of pain. 

Whap! "Ow."

Whap! "Um."

Whap! Whap! "Ouch."

Whap! "Ooo, ow."

Whap! Whap! "Ar, unh."

Angie finished up with a flurry of hard ones.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! 

"Ow, ow, ow! Urh! Ouch!"

"Now, up!" she commanded and I stood. My hands went instinctively to rub my seat but sound of scouring pad on cotton reminded me that I was wearing the naughty hands mittens, so all I could do was twist my hips a bit in discomfort. 

Angie went straight for the kitchen timer she'd put on my dresser earlier and she set it for 20 minutes. 

All right, Soo May," she instructed, "you stay in here for 20 minutes while Robby, Jennie, and I watch the movie. When the timer goes off, come into the living room and ask Jennie to continue your spanking. Tell her that you think you need more. And be polite, the way Mr. Daniels always insists on. Understood?"

"Yes," I said, gritting my teeth.

She stopped just before leaving the room and added a further detail. "Oh, I almost forgot, when you ask for your additional spanking, ask Jennie to pull down your pants first." With that, she stepped out of the room and closed the door. 

I could hear the three of them talking in the living room. I couldn't make out much of it, but I heard my name a few times and several euphemisms for masturbation along with a lot of giggling. Finally, after a few minutes of this, I heard the sound of the DVD playing. 

Undies

I sat on my bed feeling humiliated and sorry for myself, until ...

Bing! The timer went off.

I wanted to stay in my room forever, but I feared that disobedience would ruin my relationship with Mickey, so I took a deep breath and opened the door. 

I walked into the living room. They were at the far end of the room watching the DVD. I couldn't meet their eyes, so I looked at the floor. Robby paused the film when they saw me approach.

"Um ... Jennie," I hesitated, "... um ... well ... " 

"Yes," she replied, trying her best to mimic Mickey's impassive style, "is there something you'd like to say?"

I glanced up just long enough to see that Angie and Jennie were smirking at me while Robby just leered.

"Well ... uh ... I think I deserve more punishment. Would you please come back to the bedroom and pull my pants down and give me another spanking?"

Robby immediately let out a surprised chortle. Apparently, no one had not told him that I was going to ask this.

"I can't believe this," he said laughing and shaking his head, "I just can't believe this."

"Gladly," said Jennie. "This won't take long, Robby. I'll be right back." 

With that, she led me back to my bedroom and told me to go stand by the bed. The bed is well away from the doorway, so I was now out of sight of Robby. 

Leaving the door open, she came up to me and reached for the button of my pants, saying loudly, "Ok, let's get these jeans down."

I jumped back, saying "Jennie, no! The door is open."

"I know but he's way over by the sofa and can't see you," she explained. Then with an evil smile she added, "Of course, there's always a slight chance that he's snuck over closer and will look in. But I'm not closing the door until you are depantsed, so the sooner you are, the sooner we're in private."

Again, she reached for my pants fastener. This time I let her, while I stared at the open doorway, fearing that at any second I'd see Robby's leering face appear from the other side. She opened the jeans and pulled them down to my ankles.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but I immediately felt a cool breeze across my bare thighs. 

"Jennie, please!" I hissed. 

She just smiled and walked back to the door. It was only about five steps but it seemed to me that it took forever for her to get to the door and close it. 

She sat on the end of my bed just as Angie had and began speaking loudly enough for Robby to hear.

"Come and stand right in front of me, Soo May."

I did as she ordered. Instinctively, I looked down in submission. 

She then ordered me over her lap. When I was, she commanded me to tell Robby and Angie the position I was in and how I was dressed. 

I took a deep breath and spoke rapidly, "Robby, Angie, I'm lying over Jennie's lap again and my jeans are around my ankles."

"Now, tell him what's going to happen next," she hissed.

"I'm going to be spanked on the seat of my underwear now," I called out. 

"Ok," Robbie called back, laughing, "thanks for keeping us posted!"

Jennie started in right away with a fast pace.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Without the protection of the jeans, the sting built up rapidly and I was soon twisting and jerking on Jennie's lap. 

Smack! "Erg, ow."

Smack! "Ouch."

Smack! Smack! "Uh, uh."

Smack! "Ow, ooo."

Smack! Smack! "Unnah."

She showed me no mercy and soon I was in serious pain. My cries became louder and longer.

Smack! Smack! "Arrrgghhhh!"

Smack! "Owwwooooh!"

Smack! Smack! "Ungah!"

Smack! " Ouch. Ow. Hurts."

Smack! "Nnnngaah!"

Robby's laughter grew louder and I realized with chagrin that he could now hear me. Jennie increased the force of her blows and I knew she was building toward a final peak of punishment. I kicked and twisted furiously.

SMACK! "OWW! [sob]"

SMACK! SMACK! "Nerrrhha! Please, not so hard!"

SMACK! "OH, OH, OH!"

SMACK! SMACK! "Oh God!"

SMACK! "NNNhhhh!"

Finally, it was over. Again, I forgot about the mitts and instinctively reached back to rub my bum. But one rub reminded me of the scouring pads. Even through the thin fabric of my panties, they scrapped my sore bottom and sent a new bolt of pain through me. She let me lie over her lap for a minute breathing hard, my hips still jerking in pain every few seconds.

"Up!" she finally commanded and I stood up sniffling. 

She set the timer again for 20 minutes and gave me my instructions.

"Stay in here with your pants down. When the timer goes off, come into the living room with your pants around your ankles. Tell Angie that you need more spanking to learn your lesson and ask her to come and give you one on your bare bottom. And be clear about why you need it. Got it?"

"Yuh— Yuh— [sniffle] yes, Jennie," I replied meekly. 

I tried to sit on my bed, but my ass was too hot, so I knelt on it sniffling. All too soon, the timer went off.

Bing!

Bare

With red eyes, I stood up and made my way to the door. With the jeans around my ankles, I had to move in tiny stutter steps. It was humiliating, but I had no choice. I opened the door and clamped both my mittened hands in front of my panties. They saw me and paused the DVD once again. 

I entered the living room and headed for Jennie and Robby. Forced to walk in such small jerky steps, it seemed to take forever to get to them. Robby laughed at my comical walk, but as I got close, he seemed to grow serious and heavy-lidded at the sight of me with my pants down. His eyes traced up my bare legs and then fixed on my lower front where my mittens hid my underwear. 

"Is there something we can do for you, Soo May?" Angie asked. 

"Yes, An— Angie," I choked, "I need more spanking to really learn not to play with myself without permission. Would you please come back to the bedroom and give me a spanking on my bare ass?"

Robby sniggered again, although at this point he could hardly have been surprised at my words.

"Certainly," she said pleasantly, as if I'd asked her to pass the salt. "Let's go." 

With that, she got up and pointed me back to the bedroom. I turned around and quickly shifted my mittened hands from front to back to hide my pantied butt from Robby's eyes. 

Again, I made the exquisitely long stutter step journey across the room, and again I could hear Robby chuckling over the sight of me.

Once we were back in my room, Angie didn't wait to give me my orders.

"Get those undies off!" she said, while still standing just inside the still wide open door. 

I shuffled over to the bed, and with a worried glance at the open door, I quickly peeled my knickers down to rest on my pooled jeans and stepped out of both. I stood there wearing only a short T-shirt that hung to my waist and I modestly held the mittens in front of my crotch. The open door made me feel so much more exposed. I was sure that I felt a cold wind on my private forest and my bare bottom.

Then she swung the door closed and sat on the end of the bed. She patted her thighs as she called out "Now, over my lap!"




The Disciplinarian Ch. 06



After I took the required position, she again demanded that I update Robby on my status. 

"I'm lying over Angie's lap now ... [choke] ..., Robby," I called out, my voice breaking, "... and I'm buh— bare-naked below the waist. ... [sniffle] ... She is going to spank me now."

"Good luck with that, Soo May," he called back before dissolving into a giggle fit.

Angie started in right away. There were no pauses this time. The sound which Robby was hearing had become sharper on panties than on jeans and now it became sharper still on bare skin.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Spanks on the bare skin also, of course, sting much worse than spanks on panties and I was squirming and moaning in no time. That seemed to be what Angie was after. She then slowed and geared up. I think she wanted Robby to savor each spank and my reaction to it. 

SPANK! "Owwwoooo."

SPANK! "Arrrreeee." 

SPANK! "NahUhahhhhh! Please ... [sob] ... Angie ... [sob] ... not so hard!" 

My ass clenched and twisted spasmodically as I compulsively but futilely tried to squeeze away the pain, but I was aware of the continuous laughter coming from Jennie and Robby in the living room.

SPANK! "Unnnnnnahhhhhh! "

SPANK! "Ahh! Ohhh! Oh God!" 

SPANK! "Oh! Ah! Arrrr!!" 

By this time, I was kicking back my legs alternately as I continued to grind my twisting hips into Angie's lap. I couldn't keep from calling out louder and louder, much to Robby's enjoyment. 

SPANK! "Un Ohh! Oooow!"

SPANK! "Nnnnuuhhh! Urrgh! Ahan!

SPANK! "Ooooowwwwwwwaaaahhh!

Finally, she stopped and allowed me to lie there panting for a minute before she made me stand up. This time I remembered not to rub myself.

She set the timer again for 20 minutes and, as she did so, she gave me my next instructions.

"Stay in here with your underwear off. When the timer goes off, come into the living room dressed just as you are. Thank Jennie and I for teaching you a lesson, but tell us that to make sure you remember it, you need a thorough hairbrush spanking."

"Oh, God, Angie," I pleaded in a panic, "not that. I've never been spanked with a hairbrush and hardly ever with a paddle. Really, I've had enough." 

"That's for us to decide," she replied, trying her best to emulate Mickey's imperturbable manner. "You do as you're told. I hope that's clear."

"[sigh] ... Yes, Angie," I replied meekly. 

Again I knelt on the bed, sniffling and dreading what was to come. It seemed that barely a couple of minutes had passed before the timer sounded again.

Bing!

Hairbrush

Still sniffling, and wearing only the short T-shirt, I opened the door. Since there was nothing around my ankles, I could walk normally, but I was bottomless. I put both mittened hands in front of my naked thatch. Since the oven mitts are big and I'm small, I could actually cover nearly as much real estate as a pair of short-shorts. Still, Robby's eyes widened in pleasure at seeing me approach. I don't have much of a figure and Robby liked his girls with curves, as evidenced by his attraction to Jennie. No doubt, he'd have much preferred if Jennie's and my roles in tonight's drama were reversed. But men aren't necessarily picky, and the mere fact that I was a bottomless female, and embarrassed, was a turn on for him.

They paused the DVD again when they saw me, and when I reached the far end of the living room and stopped in front of them, Jennie merely folded her arms over her chest and looked at me expectantly.

With my head bowed, I spoke. "Uh ... Jennie and Angie ...," I started, "Would one of you please ... uh ... wait ... uh, first, thank you for teaching me a lesson. Um ... also, to make sure I remember it, give me— I mean please give me a spanking with a hairbrush ... uh ... I mean ... uh ... a really thorough one."

Robby snickered, but he was actually a bit too aroused to laugh out loud. He was staring at the mitts where they covered my pubes. His face was flushed and he licked his lips slightly. Being stared at like this was as embarrassing to me as his laughter. 

"So you want a really good hairbrush spanking that you'll never forget, is that it?" Jennie asked, as if she didn't know.

"Yuh— yes." I stammered, "that's it."

"Then go to my bedroom and get my hairbrush," she instructed, "The black one with the flat back. Bring it back to me."

Now I faced a dilemma. If I turned my back to walk to Jennie's bedroom, which was beside mine, Robby would see my bare, and no doubt very pink, butt. I could shift my mittened hands to cover my buns as I turned, but unless I timed it perfectly, he'd get a flash of my muff or my rear globes or both, and he'd certainly see the naked flank of my butt. Also, covering my behind with the mittens as I walked would be tricky. If the mittens did not overlap, then he'd see the crack of my ass between them. If I did overlap them, then they wouldn't entirely cover my rear. Another option would be to squat down so low that my T-shirt covered everything, but then I'd have had to walk like a duck to Jennie's room.

My least bad option was to just walk backwards, looking over my shoulder, with my hands still covering my front. And so I did. All three of my tormentors laughed at the absurdity of me walking backwards, and it was humiliating; but every other option I could think of was worse. So I walked backward all the way into Jennie's room. Once I was in there, out of sight, I grabbed the hairbrush from the top of her dresser and started back toward the living room. 

But I found that the hand that gripped the hairbrush didn't cover as much of my front as it had when I could flatten my hand, so I held the hairbrush handle in my mouth and returned to the living room with my spread, mittened hands again covering my lower front. 

The sight of me like this, with the hairbrush in my teeth brought a new wave of mirth to my friends and their guest. 

When I reached them, Jennie held out her hand for the hairbrush. I leaned my head toward her hand, but she immediately recoiled and stepped back a few feet.

"No, you ninny," she exclaimed, "I'm not taking that with your drool all over it. Wipe it off and hand it to me!"

Taking the hairbrush out of my mouth would require me to remove one hand from in front of my crotch, letting Robby see more of me than I wanted. So I squatted down low and leaned forward. I looked ridiculous, but this did cause my top to drape low enough to cover my crotch. I took the hairbrush out of mouth and wiped it dry on the T-shirt. Then I held it up to Jennie who was still a few feet away. 

"Bring it to me," she said evenly.

With the brush in my hand, I only had just one hand to cover my private garden, so I decided to just stay crouched down. With one mittened hand holding the hem of my T-shirt down in front and the other holding the brush, I duck-walked to her and handed it to her. 

"Good," she said, "now follow me back to your room." 

With that, she strode decisively past me and I followed walking backwards until we were back in my bedroom. 

Again, she left the door open. 

No sooner were we there, than she called out her first command, "Get that top off and stand by the bed!"

I moved out of Robby's line of sight and stripped off my last bit of clothing. I clamped one arm over my breasts and a mittened hand over my triangle as I stared at the open door wondering if Robby would appear in it any second and see me starkers. Again, I felt, or maybe just imagined, a cool waft across my flesh reminding me of my nudity. Only when I stepped over to the bed, did Jennie close the door. 

"Now," she continued much quieter, "face the bed and bend over with your hands on the bedspread."

I did as ordered, aware that my still sore butt was now ideally presented for her spanking convenience.

"Go, ahead," she continued, "you know the drill by now. Tell Robby how you are dressed and positioned and what's going to happen now."

"Ruh— Rob—," my voice cracked and I started again, calling out loudly enough to be heard in the living room. "Robby, I am bent over and I'm about to get ... I mean ... I am completely nude and I'm bent over and I'm about to get another spanking." 

"Be more specific," Jennie whispered with annoyance. "Say what kind of spanking."

"Um, Robby," I resumed, "I forgot to say that the spanking will be with a hairbrush and it will be very ... uh ... memorable."

"Well, I know I'll never forget!" he called back, chuckling at what, for him, counted as a witticism.

And then it began.

Swat! Jennie's hairbrush came down hard on my right bun. It smarted something fierce. 

"Ah!" I grunted and jerked. 

I'd never been on the receiving end of a hairbrush, although I'd fantasized about it. Except for a short paddling in Mickey's second session with us, all I'd ever received in reality were hand spankings. In my fantasies, pleasure mixes with the pain from the very beginning. I invariably forgot that in reality, pleasure is always late to the party but pain is right on time. 

She apparently had no sympathy for the fact that I was a hairbrush virgin, because there was no pause after the first blow. She let me have it furious and fast, alternating buns.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Before long, I was making "ow!" and "ah!" sounds with increasing volume. As she continued, my upper body became restless as I tossed my head back and forth and my fists clenched inside the mittens. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

But, of course, it was my lower body that was really getting exercise. I began to twist at the waist, moving my weight alternately from one foot to the other. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! 

She began to vary the pattern, sometimes slowing a bit, sometimes speeding up, sometimes hitting the same spot four or five times in a row, other times alternating cheeks. 

Swat! ... Swat! ... Swatswatsswatswatswat! ...... Swat!

After no more than a minute, I began to buck my hips along with my twisting as I tried to shake away the pain. 

Swat! ...... Swat! Swat! ... Swatswatswatswat!

My cries had grown loud enough to be heard by Robby in the living room. 

"Ahhhhhhhyyaaa!" 

"Oooowwwww!"

"Oh, oh, oh, that hurts, Jennie!" 

"Unnnh! Please, not so hard!"

She ignored this last request of course and continued unmercifully. 

Swatswatsswatswatswat! ... Swat!

"Ah, unh, oww! ... Errrhooow! ... Arggghhhh!"

She suddenly increased the strength of the smacks which meant she was nearing the end, but that didn't make my burning butt feel any better. 

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! 

"Oh ... ah ... oh ... ow ... [gasp] ... arghh ... uh ... uh ... [gasp] ... oh, God ... [gasp] ... un."

Involuntarily, my upper body rose up and I was standing straight. As it did so, my hips jammed forward lewdly as if I could somehow pull away from the pain and leave it behind. My face tipped up to the ceiling with my eyes closed and my teeth gritted. Incredibly, I forgot a third time that I was wearing the mittens and I thrust my hands back and began to rub my buns hard. It is a measure of how much pain was already coming from my ass that I didn't notice until after the third hard rub that I was scrapping my raw skin. It was only then that the lightning bolt of pain reached my brain. Those three rubs hurt as much as her hardest smacks, and once again I howled and jerked as she laughed.

After I howled and hopped from foot to foot for a few seconds, she signaled me to resume the required position with a push on the back of my shoulder. I obeyed. 

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

"Huhh-hunk! ... arggghhh! ... oooowww! ... [gasp] ..."

Even as I remained bent over, I began to kick every which way; up, back, to the side; first one leg then the other. When I kicked wide, I gave my cruel roommate a complete view of all my secrets. She found it all very funny. 

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! 

"Grrrhhh! ... unnnooo! ... [gasp] ... uh-hun-hun-hun! ... [sob]"

She switched to sharp upper cuts, her hairbrush sweeping up from below to smack the lowest part of my sore pink bottom six times in a row. 

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

This sent me into new paroxysms. With my head back and my eyes closed, I emitted a long howl of pain: "OOOOhhhhwwwweeeeeeuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" 

She finally stopped, but I was in so much pain I didn't realize it for several seconds as I continued to jerk and buck and hopping from foot to foot. Measured by the level of pain that I felt and by how fast I had reached that level, this was the hardest spanking I'd ever endured. 

Finally, I collapsed on the bedspread and lay gasping for breath.

"DAMN, Jennie," we heard Robby shout from the living room, "that was incredible! You really laid it on her." 

She let me lie there for a full three minutes sniffling until she ordered me up to my feet. Slowly, and oh so gingerly, I complied. I needed to rub my bottom so badly, but I couldn't with the mittens, so I just stood there shifting my weight from one foot to the other and clenching my butt cheeks as if I could squeeze the pain away. 

As my mind gradually became aware of other things besides my pain, I caught a glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, of Jennie. She actually looked somewhat sympathetic to me, but she was also smiling widely in amusement as she watched my butt muscles churning.

"Ohhhhhhh," she said, laughing, "I'm soooooooooooooo tempted to bring Robby in here to see you doing that ... uh ... whatever it is that you're doing with your cute little boy buns. He'd get a kick out of it. But I'm going to be merciful and not."

Gee thanks! I thought sarcastically, what a great friend you are! But I said nothing. Until Mickey got back, I couldn't afford to antagonize her.

"Alright, Soo May," she said next, "we're done with your punishment. But I want you to prove that you've learned your lesson. The question is 'how?' ... hmmm ..." Her voice trailed off as she stood there thinking.

While I waited to hear what more she had in store for me, I realized something else with a start. The pain and humiliation she had been putting me through had begun to have its usual side effect: despite the fact that Robby's presence in the apartment inhibited me, I had become aroused. The cave in my Black Forest was very damp.



The Disciplinarian Ch. 07



Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally.

Corner Time, But with a Very Special Corner

"I've got it!" Jennie spoke at last. Her smile, I mean the wicked smile, was back. "I'm going to have you do some corner time while the rest of us finish our DVD," she continued. "That should be about another hour."

I knew what "corner time" meant from dozens of Literotica stories. There is only one corner in my bedroom that doesn't have furniture in it, so sniffling and with my head bowed, I moved toward it. Even as I walked, aftershocks of my spanking continued to send flashes of pain in my rear and my hips jerked in response to each one, much to Jennie's amusement. 

"No, no," she said when she could talk without giggling. "Not that corner. I have a very special corner in mind for you. It's in the laundry room." 

"The laundry room?" I asked. "Why the laundry room?" 

"I told you," she replied. "There's a special corner in there. Now, you're going to have to cross the living room to get to it in front of Robby and Angie. I'll let you wear panties, but I'm going to pick them out."

With that she went to the second drawer of my dresser and began pulling out underpants and tossing them on the top. 

"Where are your G-strings, Soo May?" she asked, "You know: thongs."

"I don't have any," I pointed out accurately.

"Oh, that's right," she said, "You wouldn't, would you? Until a couple of weeks ago you haven't had a boyfriend in years."

Bitch! I thought, but all I said was "Were you really going to make me walk out there in a G-string?"

"Yes, but I'd have let you cover your rear with the mittens," she said innocently, as if that would have been a great mercy on her part. She then continued to hunt through my undies until, at last, she handed me a pair with dozens of thin, horizontal stripes in all the colors of the rainbow. "Well, these will have to do," she said.

I recognized them. They were "super hi-cut bikini" style, the kind that go all the way up to your waist, but have no sides, so they cover the front and most of the back with two deep "V" shapes; but, except for the waistband itself, they leave your flanks bare. I put them on and confirmed in the mirror, that sides of my buns were visible ... and bright pink. 

I looked up and saw that Jennie was staring at my chest. I knew she was trying to decide whether she was going to let me wear a top. I was not surprised by her decision.

"The undies are all you need," she declared, "you've got nothing but nipples on top anyway, and you can easily hide them with just one arm."

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! I thought. 

Then she strode to the door and flung it open. 

"OK, you guys," she said to Robby and Angie, "Soo May is going to have to spend the next little while in the laundry room thinking about her disobedience."

"Ok, roomie," she looked at me and pointed her finger into the living room, "off you go to the laundry room. I'll be there in a minute." 

I started to walk toward the door; but, mortified, I stopped and restarted several times. Finally, just before I stepped into Robby's view, I stopped again. I put one arm across my chest. Now, what to cover with the mitten on the other hand, the rainbow stretched tautly over my mons or the bare skin of one flank? I opted for the rainbow. So holding the mitten against my crotch I stepped past Jennie into the living room.

Robby, who had not yet seen me without a top, hooted with amusement at my state of undress. I instinctively stopped and crouched a little; trying to reduce, by a smidgeon more, the amount of my bare flesh that he could see. This had the effect of pushing my bum out toward Jennie who was behind me. 

Smack! She gave me a swat with her hand, saying "Hurry it up! Get to the laundry room!"

"Ow!" I squealed and jumped forward, much to Robby's enjoyment. As I did so, I inadvertently turned one side toward him and he got a glimpse of the uncovered part of my bum, including its pink splotch. 

"What the hell?" he asked. "Her butt is red! Is that from spanking, Jennie?" But he didn't wait for an answer; he just threw his head back and laughed. 

My face turned as red as my rear and I dashed for the laundry room. As I passed near Robby, I turned a bit and moved sideways to keep my bottom turned away from him. Then, once past him, I did my backward walking thing until I got to the laundry room. I slammed the door shut stood there breathing hard. I realized that I was sniffling from embarrassment. 

I heard muffled voices in the living room and soon the DVD started again. 

"I'll be right back," Jennie was saying, and seconds later, she came into the laundry room, closing the door behind her. She glanced at the dustpan we kept hanging on a hook. 

"That would make an interesting spanking instrument," she mused more to herself than to me. 

"Ok, Soo May," Jennie continued, changing the subject and placing her hand on the dryer, "this is the corner I had in mind."

"Huh? What corner?" I asked.

"This corner," she smiled that evil smile, and she looked at her own hand on the dryer.

That's when I realized that her hand was on one of the top front corners of the dryer.

"I don't get it." I said, shrugging in puzzlement.

"I want you to lie down on the dryer for your corner time," she explained. "You'll lie at an angle across the top of it with your head by this back corner and your pussy over this front corner. Your legs will be dangling on either side of the corner."

"Why not just have me kneel in a corner like they do in all the stories we've read?"

"You'll see in a minute. Now get up there." 

I put my hands on the top of the dryer to boost myself up. As instructed, I lay face down across the top with my crotch on the front corner that Jennie had selected. My face was at the opposite corner. My feet did not reach the floor so my legs dangled and the corner forced my legs slightly apart. Given the layout of the small room, my butt was pointed toward the door.

Good Vibrations

Then, to my surprise, Jennie reached over me to grasp the timer control of the dryer. She set it to one hour and then pressed the 'On' button. The familiar hum began. Like most dryers, it tended to shake and vibrate a bit when it ran. 

To my questioning look, she explained, "The vibration will be good training for you. You need to resist the urge to play with yourself without permission. Now turn your face toward the wall. I'll send Robby home when the movie is over and then you can come out. In the meantime, you stay just where you are and remember that we can hear the dryer in the living room, so don't even think about turning it off."

With that, she stepped out and swung the door closed. I looked backward over my shoulder to watch her go and verify that the door really closed completely. Then I lay the side of my head down on my mitten-clad hands.

So there I lay, draped salaciously over the dryer wearing nothing but my super hi-cut rainbow panties and the naughty hands mittens. The realization that my ordeal was nearly over calmed me and my eyes dried. I reviewed the night's events in my mind.

Jennie and Angie have certainly taken to domination with enthusiasm, I thought. Neither is the maestro that Mickey is but each has certainly learned a thing or two from him ... Building up my humiliation in stages ... Making me ask for each part of the spanking in front of Robby ... Allowing him to see me half naked. ... It was so— so— ... so embarrassing ... uh ... And making me lie on this rattletrap dryer to test my resistance to temptation! ... ah ... Now that's a clever twist worthy of Mickey! Yes. And it's a hell of a test, too. Yeah, this dryer has nice little rhythm to it. It's also gotten very warm. I can feel the warmth against my belly and my nipples and my pubes. The shake is so relentless ... so ... mmmmm ... so insistent ... yesss ... it just goes on and on ... unnnnn ... shaking and— 

Bam! Bam! I jerked up suddenly and looked around, but I was alone. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! It was the movie playing in the living room; a gunfight.

What? What am I doing? No! No! Mustn't! Must think about something else. Taxes! Yes, think about taxes. Let's see. They're due in April and ... um ... there are different tax rates for different people. Yeah. That's right. Depends on how rich you are. But some rich get away with hardly paying any. It's not fair. They should be punished. Little people are punished if they don't pay their taxes, but rich people get away with it. They should be punished too. They should be sent to jail and ... and ... and spanked ... yeah, spanked good and hard. That's what would happen to me, if I didn't pay my taxes. I'd be spanked ... spanked hard ... by Mickey ... yeah, Mickey would spank me. He'd say, "This is for your own good, Soo May." And then he'd spank me ... mmm ... He'd spank me right there in the courtroom ... nnuuh ... with people watching ... Yeah, and Jennie would pull down my pants and underwear ... unnnn ... then Mickey would make me lay myself across the judge's bench ... with my mons on one corner and my legs dangling down the sides ... and he'd spank me on my bare butt ... yesss ... he'd spank me long and hard while the bench vibrates ... mmmmummm ... and gets hotter and hotter ... Judge Robby watches and laughs at me—

A loud car crash on the movie in playing in the living room interrupted my thoughts. 

Damn that was close, I thought, I almost broke the rule again. Damn vibrating dryer! Must think about something that's not sexy. Not taxes. Taxes are too sexy, apparently. What? What? I know! Tractors! Yes, farm tractors! They're use to pull things in farm fields, like plows or reapers or whatever they call them. They're big and noisy and smell like gasoline. And the farm hand drives them and pulls his plow along one strip of the field and then back in the opposite direction. Up one strip and down the other. Up and down. All day. It's hot. It must be very hot sitting up there in that tractor ... plowing. Up and down, up and down. I know I'd be pretty hot, if I was a farm hand, sitting up there all day, bouncing along on that tractor. Noisy, shaking, old rattletrap of a tractor ... uh ... Up one strip and down the next. Back and forth, relentlessly. Bouncing and shaking ... um ... I'd want to stop for a drink, but you can't quit early. Nope. You have to finish the job. Just because you're hot doesn't mean you can stop before your work is done. Nope. You have to stay right there on that insistently vibrating tractor ... mm ... until you're finished. Otherwise, you get in trouble. Yeah. The farmer gets pretty angry if the farm hand stops before the field is plowed. ... un ... He might fire the farm hand, especially if the farm hand is a lazy grown up girl, a lazy little Chinese girl that he hired by mistake because she looks like a boy. He'd be so mad when she turned out to be a lazy grown up girl who stops to get a drink before the job is done. Yeah. The farmer would be furious at her. He'd fire her, for sure, but not only that ... nnn ... he'd be so mad that first he'd spank her. Yeah, he'd grab her hand and drag her to the barn where the other farm hands are working. He'd push her over a bale of hay. Face down. And then he'd wallop her on the seat of her overalls with a stick. ... ungah ... He'd swat her with it until she cried. And then he'd make her take off her overalls and top and run across the farmyard and into the farmhouse wearing only underwear while the other farm hands laughed. ... ummmm ... 

Wait! No!! Mustn't do this! ... ungah ... Must stop. Yes. I will stop now ... in just a second. Just one more second or two of pleasure ... and then ... I will ... stop ... ummmm ... It's OK, really, the movie won't be over for almost an hour ... nnnhuuh ... I can enjoy myself a little longer ... mmmmhhumm ... OK. That's it. Now I really have to stop. ... Oh God! ... I mean it ... But actually, you know, I could bring myself to climax. Jennie won't be in here for a long time. ...oooohhh ... It's better if I come anyway. If I don't come now, I'll be tempted by this damn vibrating dryer for the rest of the hour. ... huuhhh ... But if I come now, then I'll be satisfied. Yeah. Then I'll just be able to lie here and wait for the movie to end. Yeah, that's the perfect plan.

So where was I? Oh, yeah, the lazy girl runs into the farmhouse wearing nothing but panties. ... oooooohhhhhh ... That's where the farmer's wife, Jennie, drags her into the bedroom. ... nnnnmmmm ... She spanks the naughty farm girl over her lap ... oh! yes! yes! ... 

At this point, I pushed up my upper body to rest on my upper arms and ground my pubes into the corner of the dryer. But I wasn't aware that I had done this. I was still deep into my fantasy.

Then she pulls down the girl's underwear and makes her stand by the bed and bend over. ... mmmmmmuuuuuummmmmm, feels so good ... She spanks the girl with a hair brush until the girl is twisting and moaning. ... nnnnuuhhhuummmm ... 

Without realizing it, I pushed up with my mittened hands and straightened my elbows, curving my back. My legs also straightened and splayed out to the sides. Now all my weight was on three points: my two hands and my pubis. I found that if I wiggled my hips a little my clitoral hood rubbed against the dryer surface.

Then Jennie calls another farm hand, named Robby, into the room to watch ... oh, oh God, ooww unnnhuuhmm ... while she gives the naughty naked girl a thorough going over with the hairbrush. ... mmmmmmuuuuuummmmmm .... When she's finally done, the naughty girl must remain bent over with her hips jerking and her butt muscles spasming. ... nnnnuuhhhuummmm ... "Look at that," Robby says, "look at how her cute little boy buns are churning!" 

"MMMMMMUUUUUUMMMMMMUUHHHNNN!"

I came powerfully: my body shuddered, my teeth clenched, my eyes squeezed shut, and my hips bucked rapidly against the top of the dryer. Finally, I collapsed breathless, lying across the top of the dryer in my original position. 

WHAP!

A sharp burn of pain sizzled over the whole surface of my buns. I jumped, more from surprise than pain and looked over my shoulder. Angie was standing behind me looking cross and holding the big dustpan in her hand. And ...

Robby was standing right behind her.

Unexpected Guests and a New Hat

He was staring transfixed at my rainbow-pantied bum, a smile of pure bliss was frozen on his face. 

"Ahhh!" I screamed, and I threw my two mitten-covered hands back to cover the exposed sides of my butt. "Get out of here! Get out of here!" I yelled at Robby.

But he seemed to have gotten used to the idea that Jennie and Angie were 'the boss of me' on this night, so he ignored me and continued to stare with that stupid grin on his face.

"Angie," I cried, "make him leave!"

"Alright, Robby," Angie said, after a pause that seemed to me to last forever, "Go out and wait in the living room. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." 

He backed away slowly, his eyes fixed on me, until he bumped into the door jam. Then he seemed to slow down even more, trying to squeeze out every additional second of watching me in my humiliating post-self-pleasuring state. Finally, Angie impatiently pushed him the last foot and pulled the door closed. 

She put the dustpan back on its hook, saying as she did so, "This would make for a pretty good paddle, but I don't have time to use it on you anymore tonight." 

"That reminds me of why I came in here in the first place," she continued. "A couple of friends of Robby's that Jennie and I have never met called him. Long-story-short, they're coming over in a few minutes just to see the last bit of the movie and maybe chat for a bit over beers. We're still going to send you to your room when the movie's over, but our guests will be here when we do." 

Then she paused and looked at me shaking her head, "I don't know what we're going to do with you, Soo May. You are so ... so ... insatiable!"

I just hung my head in shame and said nothing. 

"I'm going to turn off the dryer," she said as she reached past my head and pushed the 'Off' button, "since its obvious now that that is a test you cannot pass. But you have to stay in this position lying on the dryer until Jennie or I come and get you after the movie. Oh, one more thing before I go."

With that, I felt her grab the waistband of my panties on both sides. In one quick motion, she yanked them to my thighs. 

"Stick your legs out straight," she commanded. 

I did so, and she swept the undies down my legs and off my feet, leaving me stark naked, unless you count the oven mitts. 

"Oh, good grief!" she exclaimed. "Look at this, Soo May, look at this!" She held my panties a few inches from my face. The crotch was soaking wet. I just looked away again, my face on fire. 

"Sheeesh!" she said. "I don't know what— ... wait, yes I do!" And with that, she pulled the waistband of the panties wide and jammed them onto my head so that the damp crotch covered one ear and the back panel covered the other side of my head. She hooked the waistband of the open flank beneath my chin like the tie of a bonnet. My face was visible through the open flank. 

"That," she dubbed, "is your shame bonnet."

"You keep it on your head until Jennie or I tell you to take it off," she added as she headed for the door. 

"Wait, Angie, um ... how much did you see; that is, I mean before you swatted me ... how— how long had you been in here?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"When I opened the door, you were just saying 'oh, yes, yes' and then you moaned and then you said 'feels so good'," She explained. "I'm not sure when Robby came in, but it must have been right after that. Since I'd opened the door, he could hear you moaning and he probably sprinted over here to see what you were doing."

I sniffled and hung my head. They had not only seen me climax, they had seen me rise up and stiffen and spread my legs and wiggle my hips on the dryer. 

Angie left, but, explaining that I couldn't be trusted not to play with myself, she left the door open a crack.

All I could do was lie there and whimper at my degradation: a humiliation that was almost entirely my own fault for violating Mickey's order not to play with myself, not just once, but then a second time even before I'd completed my punishment for the first time.

Not five minutes later, I heard voices in the living room. The other couple had come. I heard Robby introduce them: Brad and Dani were their names. Through the slightly open door, I could catch bits of the conversation in the living room. Robby had wasted no time apprising his friends of what had happened so far, and I don't mean in the DVD. 

"... she did what?!"

"... yeah ... asked Jennie to spank her ..."

"... but why would ..."

"... boyfriend told her not to play with herself ... Jennie caught her ..."

"... Oh, my God! ... embarrassing for her ..." 

"... then kept coming back, asking for more ... on bare ... hairbrush ..."

"... Ha! That's just incredible ..."

"... not pretend ... could hear her moaning ... saw pink on her butt ..." 

"... then ... go to laundry room ... only wearing panties ..."

"... Snigger ..."

"... Angie caught her playing with herself on dryer ..."

"... are you serious? ... pressing her fun button? ..."




The Disciplinarian Ch. 07



"... Oh my God! She didn't! She didn't! Really?! ..."

"... with the three of you right out here? ..."

"... yep ... lying up on the dryer ... grinding her privates onto it ..."

"... Hoot! ..."

"... didn't see us ... watched till she climaxed ..."

"... that's just amazing ... never heard of anything like that before ..." 

The woman, Dani, seemed particularly fascinated and kept asking questions about my spankings earlier in the evening. Robby, of course, was delighted to give her detailed answers. 

The voices got quieter and the conversation trailed off. Before long, I heard the sound track of the movie start up again. I lay there whimpering in mortification. Now even these strangers knew what a self-pleasuring slut I was.

Fun Run

About a half hour later, I heard the door open and Jennie stepped into the room.

"Alright, Soo May," she said, "your corner time is up. I want you to go to your room now. I'll be in there in a few minutes to give you instructions for the rest of the night. In the meantime, keep your mittens on and keep the underwear on your head and don't put on any jammies when you get in there."

I slid down from the dryer and bowed my head in instinctive submission. 

"Yes, Jennie," I said, "could you bring me some clothes?"

"Nope, I'm sorry, but your outrageous violation of your instructions not to play with yourself has cost you the privilege of wearing clothes tonight," she replied firmly.

"What!?!?" I exclaimed. Then, quickly lowering my volume lest I be heard in the living room, I added, "Jennie, you can't expect me to parade past your guests naked!"

"Oh, yes I can," she said with a wicked smile. "You should have thought of this before you broke the rule a second time even before you completed your corner time for the first violation."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked to the door. She paused in the doorway and looked back at me, adding "I want you in your room in 10 minutes or believe me you'll regret it." 

A second later she was gone having swung the door closed from the outside. 

My, God, I thought. How could Mickey have done this to me? How could he have given Jennie and Angie unlimited power to punish me? 

I considered just refusing to leave the laundry room at all until the guests had left. I'd probably be in for a severe thrashing after they were gone, but that might be preferable to letting them see me walk — well, I'd be running actually — across the room in the nude, my bare butt still pink from my earlier spankings, and "naughty hands" mittens on my hands while a "shame bonnet" stretched across my head. I realized, however, that that would do little good. If I wasn't out in 10 minutes, Jennie and Angie could just come and get me and possibly bring the guests with them. The laundry room door had no lock and it opened outward, so I could not barricade it with anything. I could perhaps grip the doorknob, plant my feet, and try to hold it shut. Neither Jennie nor Angie would not be strong enough to open it by herself, but if she enlisted the help of Robby or Brad or Dani, they could easily overpower me; and Robby, for sure, would be eager to help. Then I'd get the severe thrashing anyway and there'd be an audience to watch it. 

There was, of course, the ultimate option. I could just use Mickey's universal safe word: 'Stop!' I knew Jennie and Angie would honor it for the same reason I was letting them punish me: we were both following Mickey's rules. If they did not honor the safe word, he would never see them again, and they didn't want to stop having sessions with him. If I used the safe word, I knew they'd immediately stop all punishment and humiliation. 

Would Mickey stop seeing me, I wondered, if he gets back and finds out that I used the safe word? Or am I more than just a client to him now? I'm in love with him but does he love me? 

It is a measure of how much I loved Mickey and how humiliated I was by the prospect of crossing the living room in my current state, that I was suspended in indecision. My love was strong enough to make me seriously consider the humiliating naked run to my room; but my mortification was strong enough to seriously consider risking the permanent loss of my lover.

Moving the shame bonnet back to its rightful place on my body before I made the run to my bedroom was not an option; Jennie had told me to keep it on my head so moving it would be disobedience just as refusing to leave the room would be. If I made the run at all, the soiled panties would have to stay on my head.

It was then that it occurred to me that there might be clothes right in the laundry room that I could put on. Jennie had told me not to put on night clothes when I got to my bedroom, but strictly speaking she hadn't said I couldn't wear any clothes while going to my room from the laundry room. 

Time was running out, and I yanked up the lid on the dirty clothes hamper we kept in that room. The only thing in it was one of Jennie's tiny "bootie" type socks. It was no more than 5 inches by 2 inches and nearly transparent anyway. 

Useless. 

Next, I looked in the washer. 

Empty. 

My last hope was the dryer. I squatted down, opened the door, and peered in. 

There was a clump of orange cloth in the back of the barrel. Heaven be thanked for tiny mercies! I thought as my heart leapt with hope. 

I pulled it out and shook it flat. It was one of Jennie's baby-Ts. She'd gotten it for participating in a charity run. Bless her careless heart for leaving it behind the last time she did laundry. It was orange and across the chest it read "American Cancer Society" followed by a date from three years before. On the back, in much larger letters it read "Family Fun Run!" with the "Fun Run!" on a separate line below the "Family." 

Now, the question was "how do I use it?"

Just wearing as a top would cover my chest, but it did not extend below my waist, so I'd have had to cover my pubes and butt with my mitten-clad hands. That would have made it virtually impossible to cross the living room much faster than a walk. (If you wonder why, just try running across a room with one palm on your privates and the other low down on the crack of your butt.) 

I tried wearing it upside down with my legs through the sleeves. If I could have pulled that off, then I could use one mittened hand to hold it up and the other arm to cover my chest. But even though I'm small and skinny, my thighs were too big to fit through the armholes. 

The only remaining option was to try to wear it as a kind of diaper. I spread it flat on the dryer, and then boosted myself up to sit on the middle of it and spread my legs. I took off the mittens temporarily to free my fingers and pulled the hem of it up to my waist in front and the collar of it up to my waist in back. I was thinking that I could tie the sleeve from the back to the hem on the front on both sides. But that didn't work: there just wasn't enough fabric on either side to create a knot. Next, I turned the shirt sideways underneath my butt. I found that I could tie the sleeve in back to the sleeve in front and thereby secure the faux diaper on one side. The fabric would not stretch enough to allow me tie a knot, hem-to-hem, on the other side, but I figured I could hold the diaper together on that side while I used my remaining arm to cover my chest. 

I put the mittens back on, and I found that I was able, just barely, to grip the homemade diaper together on the open side by holding the hem from front and back together on my flank with my mittened hand. I pushed myself off the dryer and stood there and looked down at myself. The diaper covered only about as much as a hi-cut bikini bottom. My mound was well covered, but all of both flanks were exposed and, in back, quite a bit of my butt, still pink, was visible on either side of diaper. The word "Fun" was printed sideways directly over my pubes, with the last part of the letter "n" disappearing between my legs. This meant, I realized, that the word "Run!" must appear sideways on my bottom. I looked ridiculous and tears of humiliation welled up in my eyes. 

I briefly considered redoing the diaper so it was inside out, but time had run out.

"Time's up, Soo May," I heard Jennie whisper from just outside the door. "Get out here and get to your room." 

Well, what's it going to be, I asked myself, humiliate myself in front of strangers or risk losing the man I love?

You may say that the decision I made was an expression of some deep masochistic need and I won't tell you that you are wrong. But I will tell you that what I did next was the hardest thing I'd ever done, harder even than confessing my masturbation to Angie and Jennie in our first session with Mickey. 

I threw open the door and, with one mittened hand holding the ersatz hi-cut orange diaper together on one side and the other arm over my boobless chest, and tears of shame running freely down my beet red face, which was visible through the open leg hole of my "shame bonnet," I sprinted out and across the living room. 

Time may fly when you're having fun, but it limps when you are embarrassed. My run seemed to unfold in slow motion.

As I passed Jennie just outside the door, I saw her mouth make a small exclamation of surprise that I was wearing some clothing. Two seconds later (which felt like two full minutes), I passed directly behind the sofa on which Robby and the woman I didn't know, Dani, were sitting. They had both pivoted around, of course, to watch me go by, and in the brief seconds I saw their faces through my tear-blurred eyes I could see their mouths open wide in joyous laughter at the sight me. Across from them, in easy chairs were Angie and the man I didn't know, Brad, also red faced with mirth. 

But at first I couldn't actually hear them. There was a huge roar in my head, the effect of adrenaline and my extreme self-consciousness, which drowned out all other sound. 

All four of them were wide-eyed in amazement, and how could they not be at the sight of a woman running past them, shame-faced, wearing only "naughty hands" mittens, panties on her head, and a ridiculous homemade diaper that did not hide much of her thoroughly spanked bottom?

Another couple of seconds and I was past them. My ears started to function again I could hear all three of the guests laughing and exclaiming. 

"Oh, my God!"

"Unbelievable!"

I reached my bedroom, sniffling and crying, and ran in, slamming the door behind me. 

I sank to the floor my back against the door and heard them struggling to talk through their own laughter. Much of what they said was indiscernible, but I got the gist of it. 

"... did you see? ... [laugh]"

"... what ... on her head? ..."

"... panties she'd masturbated in ..."

"[giggle] ... and how 'bout those mittens? ..."

"... what was ... orange thing? ..."

"... old T-shirt of mine ..." 

"... did you notice ... [chortle] ... 'Fun' ..."

"... I know, and 'Run' on the back ... hee, hee ..."

"... don't know why she bothered to cover ... completely flat ..."

"... and so short ... for a second I thought it was a little boy running ..."

"... did you notice ... and the pink in her butt ..."

"... and so small ... I see what you mean ... like boy buns ..."

After a few minutes, they were able to talk without laughing; but once again Dani would not let the subject drop. She seemed fascinated by what she had seen and kept remarking about embarrassing it must have been for me. 

To hell with Mickey, I thought, I hate him. Hate him! How could he put me through this? I'm putting on clothes. I don't care what Jennie says and I don't care if I never see Mickey again! I'd rather have another pedophile boyfriend or no boyfriend at all. And I'm never speaking to Jennie again ... or Angie either. I'm going to quit my job and move to another city where no one knows me.

I threw the mittens, the diaper, and the panties that constituted my shame bonnet, across the room and stomped to my dresser. I put on my thickest cotton pajamas. They covered me neck to ankles. Then I curled up in my chair sniffling and feeling sorry for myself.



The Disciplinarian Ch. 08



Hand Washing

The conversation in the living room wound down and I heard Jennie and the guests saying their goodbyes. Moments later, she opened the door to my room. 

"Well, I see you are wearing jammies, after all," she said. 

I just clenched my jaw and looked away from her, the universal female signal meaning "I'm not speaking to you."

"OK," she said, "I guess that's your way of saying 'Stop.' Fair enough. We're not as good at this as Mr. Daniels is. Maybe we went too far. I don't know how he's going to react to your disobedience, mainly because I don't know how he feels about you. If you are still just a— ... a client to him, well ... well you know he doesn't usually allow someone who's dropped out to resume sessions with him. But maybe he'll make an exception since it's Angie and me that you're disobeying and not him. Still, if he means something to you, I'd hate to see you risk that. But, then, maybe you don't want to see him anymore anyway."

She paused to see if I reacted. I didn't.

"Well, Angie's gone home and I'm going to watch some TV and then go to bed. If you change your mind, just let me know. Angie and I won't spank you for what you did in the laundry room. We'll leave that to Mr. Daniels. But if you want to resume having me and Angie enforce his 'no masturbation' rule for you, ... well ... like I said, just let me know."

With that, she left. 

I sat there contemplating my future. I could imagine moving, getting a new job and new friends, but when I thought about losing Mickey, I started to cry. What if I never meet another man who appreciates my body type, who doesn't mind a woman under five feet tall? But most of all I thought about how much I loved Mickey and the thought of losing him filled me with a terrifying dread; a big black hole opened up inside me. I wanted to fill that hole again. I wanted to fill it with the joy and pleasure that Mickey had given me. 

I reached a decision that I now think was inevitable.

I stood up and took off my PJs. I picked up the shame bonnet and put it back on my head. Then I put the mitts on. Naked, I walked out to the living room to where Jennie had just turned off the TV and was yawning. She was startled to see me approach in the nude, but only for a moment. She smiled.

"I think you've made the right decision," she said, "Now, I've got a little chore for you before we both go to bed. But, first, go into the kitchen."

She followed me in and told me to stand on a chair and bend over with my hands on the kitchen table.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"For inspection," she explained, "just like at Angie's house the other night. Only then we were inspecting you to see if you were wet enough for the zucchini. But this time I want to verify that you are not wet. Since you have a lot less will power than I thought, you're going to have to be inspected regularly to see that you haven't been stirring your honey pot. Until Mr. Daniels gets back, anytime you are out-of-sight of Angie and me for more than a few minutes, we are going to inspect you to see if you are wet. Now get up on that chair."

With a sigh, I did as ordered. Once I was up on the chair, I bent all the way over and put my mitts on the top of the table. 

"OK," she continued, "now move one foot to the next chair, so your legs are spread enough for me to see your little nest."

Again, I sighed, but again I obeyed.

I stood there bent and spread obscenely while Jennie stepped behind me to get a look. My privates were at the perfect height for her to inspect. After a moment she declared that she was satisfied that I hadn't been masturbating, and I was allowed to step down from the chairs. 

"Now," she said, "I want you to wash your shame bonnet, but you can't use the washing machine. In fact, I don't want you going anywhere near that dryer until Mr. Daniels gets back, so you must stay out of the laundry room. I want you to take off your mitts and hand wash the shame bonnet in the bathtub. Then bring it back to me."

Using a small dollop of laundry soap that Jennie got for me from the laundry room, I hand scrubbed the underwear in our bathtub and wrung it out. 

When I brought them out to Jennie, I figured that she would take them into the laundry room and toss them in the dryer. But instead, she simply pointed to our wooden rocking chair as she handed me two clothespins, she ordered me to hang the panties from the top of the chair back to dry.

"But, Jennie, if they are hanging there, everyone who visits or even comes to our door can see them," I protested. 

"That's the idea," she explained. "Naughty girls who play with themselves and get their underwear wet must hand wash them and then air dry them in public."

"But how will we explain to people why they are hanging there?" I asked, "What will we say?"

"We'll tell them the truth, of course," she said, pretending to be surprised at my question. "We'll explain that you masturbated in them and that you're not allowed to use the dryer because you treat it as a vibrator." 

My face flushed red at the thought of having to make this confession to everyone who came to our door, but I obeyed and soon my rainbow hi-cuts were hanging across the back of the rocking chair. 

"Now," she said, "let's get your 'naughty hands' mitts back on."

Back in the kitchen where we'd left the mittens, Jennie bent to rummage in a low drawer while I slipped the mitts back on. 

"There it is," she said more to herself than me. When she straightened up, she had a roll of duct tape in her hand. 

"I know you must have taken off the mitts to tie that homemade diaper thingy that you made," she explained, "so it appears that you cannot be trusted to keep them on. I'm going to fasten them with tape."

With that, she wrapped tape around the right hand mitt and my wrist several times to make a seal. Then she did the same to the left. 

"Alright, Soo May," she said when she was finished, "I'm heading to bed and so are you, but you are to stay naked all night and sleep on top of the covers. Leave your door open so I can check on you during the night and verify that you are not masturbating. In the morning, I'll cut off the tape so you can get dressed and go to work." 

And so I found myself a minute later lying naked on my bedspread with 'naughty hands' mittens fastened tight, and my door wide open. Curious, I tested whether there was any way that I could unpeel the tape. I wasn't going to remove them; I just wanted to see if I could in an emergency. It turned out that I couldn't: the mittens didn't allow me enough dexterity to peel up the tape. I tried using my teeth, but that did not work either. If there was a fire in the building, I could probably get a robe on and hold it closed, but I'd just have to evacuate with the mitts still taped on and endure the puzzled looks of the people around me. 

In the morning, when I woke up, the first thing I saw was my rainbow panties hanging accusingly from the back of the rocker, and I blushed at the sight of them. 

As she promised, Jennie cut the tape off the mitts and allowed me to shower and dress for work. 

When I got home at the end of the day, I had to strip and put on the "naughty hands" mitts and the "shame bonnet," and then wait for Jennie. When she got a home about 10 minutes later, she again made me stand on two chairs in the kitchen and bend over for inspection. 

And so that's how my life went for the next six days until Mickey returned. At night, I would sleep nude on top of the covers with my bedroom door open and the mittens taped to my hands. In the day, I would go to work as usual, but I spent the evenings wearing the shame bonnet, the mittens, and nothing else. I was allowed to take off the mitts only when eating or doing a chore that required fingers. Anytime Jennie went shopping or was away from me for more than a few minutes, I would have to submit to a kitchen chair inspection of my privates. I was not allowed to enter the laundry room by myself. If I had a load of laundry, I had to stand outside the door of the laundry room wearing nothing save my bonnet and mittens, hang my head, and say "Jennie, I cannot be trusted with the dryer, please chaperone me while I'm in there." Jennie would then come and stand in the room with me while I loaded the washer. I had to repeat this when it was time to move the clothes to the dryer and then say it a third time when it was time to empty the dryer. 

I spent the Saturday of that week at Angie's when her husband was out. The routine there (and my state of undress) was largely the same, except that Angie made me request my inspections aloud and explain why I "needed" them. So I had to say something along the lines of "I'm a little muff-rubbing slut with no impulse control. Please inspect my privates to verify that I haven't played with myself."

In truth, I was feeling pretty horny by the time Mickey got back. Although I had not had a man in my life for a couple of years, I had stroked myself to climax two or three times a week in that time, so the six days between my climax on the dryer and Mickey's return was the longest I'd gone without an orgasm in two years. 

Catching Up

My anger at Mickey for giving Jennie and Angie so much power over me had abated enough that I used his car to pick him up at the airport as planned. But I still wanted an explanation from him. 

We met at the baggage claim and he scooped me into his arms and gave me a long kiss. Afterward, he held me and just looked at my face for a long time, smiling his George Clooney smile. 

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"The prettiest thing in three counties," he replied and then he kissed me again. 

Well it was hard to stay mad at him after that, so I decided to postpone my questions. 

When we were back at his place, he didn't wait to unpack before making love to me. He just put down the suitcases, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the bedroom. After nearly two weeks apart, we were both ravenous and it didn't take long before we both came. Then we repeated the performance a few more times before stopping to rest. 

I lay in his arms as he told me several stories about his time in Africa, and after a while he asked me how I'd spent my time. I told him about our Wine and Fantasy and how it had been interrupted by the sudden return of Angie's husband. This seemed to concern him. 

"He saw you wearing only tights below the waist?" Mickey asked.

"Yes, but they weren't 'see through' tights."

"Granted," he said, "but that really isn't a fashion, is it?"

"No," I confirmed, "Angie was just bluffing when she told him that. No one would really go to someone's house for an evening wearing nothing but tights below the waist. Why are you asking?"

"Because tights are ... well ... tight," he explained. "I don't think I like the idea of another man seeing you like that without me there."

"Are you jealous, Mickey?" I asked both surprised and pleased at his reaction.

"Well, yes, I suppose I am," he admitted. "But I've seen Angie completely nude, so I guess I'm not in a position to complain."

There was a long pause before I spoke again.

"There's something else I want to ask you," I said, "why did you add that special rule just for me?"

"What special rule?" he said sleepily.

"That I wasn't allowed to play with myself until you got back," I explained, "and that Angie and Jennie could punish me any way they wanted if I did so without their permission." 

"I never said that," he said with surprise. "Why would I want to do that? Where did you get such an idea?" 

"They told me!" I answered. "They said it was part of your instructions to them." 

He sat bolt upright in bed and looked down at me with genuine puzzlement. "They said that I said that?" 

"Well ... yeah," I replied. Now, I was feeling puzzled. "Why would they make that up?"

"Hmmm ... I'm not sure ..." he said, "and I aim to find out. In the meantime, I guess that no harm was done. Maybe you were deprived of satisfaction for a week or so, but other than that ..."

"Well ... um ...," I tried to think of how to explain that there was more to it than that.

"What?" he asked, "Did something else happen?"

"Uh ... yeah ...," I started hesitantly. "After the Wine and Fantasy ended early and we went home, ... well ... uh ... Jennie ... uh ..."

"Yes?" he asked with a touch of impatience, "What did Jennie do?"

"Well, she sort of ... uh ... caught me," I blushed in embarrassment.

"Caught you?" he looked confused for a just a moment before his face transformed into a look of belated understanding. "Oh, I get it. You mean you did play with yourself? And she caught you?"

I looked away. "Yes," I whispered.

"There's no reason to be shy about it, Soo May," he said gently. "Masturbation is a great way to learn about your own sexuality."

Then after a pause, he asked, "So, did they punish you?"

"Yes," I said. And then I proceeded to tell him the whole story. At first he was curious at how Jennie and Angie had dominated me and mildly annoyed that they had done it without his knowledge. But as the story went on, at various points he asked questions or exclaimed in outrage.

"... mittens? Not bad, actually, I'll have to remember that."

"... made you ask for spanking in front of this Robby guy?!"

"... go out to living room pantless? In front of Robby?!"

"... hairbrush ... for that long?!" 

"... cross to the laundry topless in front of Robby?!!"

"... why did she turn on dryer?"

"... saw you climax? Robby too?!"

"... shame bonnet ... I get it."

"... T-shirt tied like a diaper? That was clever of you actually."

"... run to your room in front of the Robby and the other couple?!!!"

The Detective Interrogates

We put on robes and sat in the living room among his still unpacked bags having a glass of wine. For a long time after I told him the story, he seemed lost in thought. 

After a while, he asked, "How did the short-shorts get under the chair cushion? You said you had just laid them on the chair, but after Roger came home, they were under the cushion. Who hid them under the cushion?"

"I don't know," I replied, "I've been wondering that myself."

"The only time you were out of the room that evening was when they inspected you in the kitchen. In what order did you three enter the kitchen?"

"Hmmm," I tried to remember, "I think Angie was first and then me and then Jennie. So you do you think Jennie put them under the cushion while Angie and I had our backs turned?" 

"That's a possibility," he mused, "but you said that later after Roger was home, Angie seemed to know exactly where your short-shorts were and that she signaled this to Jennie by just pointing and mouthing something."

"Yes," I agreed, "Angie definitely knew where they were and Jennie did not, although Jennie didn't seem particularly surprised that they were hidden. Angie must have hidden them when both Jennie and I were distracted— Wait! I know! Jennie was reading a story about a woman reporter in a foreign prison. Angie was counting the spanks in the story and I was bent over the couch listening. Angie could have moved the shorts under the cushion during the non-spanking parts of the story. But why? She knew I wouldn't put them on, because your instructions were to leave them off. Why bother to hide them?"

"Good question ... hmmmm," his voice trailed off and he was lost in thought again. After a good minute, he resumed his interrogation.

"What exactly did Roger say to Angie when he came home that night? Did he have any explanation for why he was early?"

"Yeah, actually, he did," I replied as the memory came back to me. "In fact, he was surprised that she was surprised. He said that he'd told her before he left that there wasn't going to be a poker game that night and that he'd be watching a ball game instead. Then he said he came home after the third quarter because the game was a blowout."

"I see," Mickey said, a slow smile spreading his face, "now I understand what happened ... and what was supposed to happen."

"Well, explain it to me, 'cause I'm still lost."

"Roger came home earlier than Angie expected, alright, but only by about 30 minutes."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that's how long the fourth quarter of a televised basketball game takes to play, with all the timeouts and commercials," Mickey explained. "You see, Angie knew there was no poker game and that Roger was going to be home hours earlier than usual. She didn't tell you that, and she didn't reschedule the Wine and Fantasy, which means she intended Roger to 'surprise' the three of you." 

As he said this, Mickey used his fingers to make air quotes around the word "surprise."

"But why?" I asked, still puzzled.

"To humiliate you in some way," Mickey explained. "If things had gone according to plan, then a few minutes before she actually expected Roger to return home; she and Jennie would have maneuvered you into a situation that would have put you at great risk of embarrassment when Roger came home 'unexpectedly.' Probably, they'd have had you bottomless or being spanked or both. That's why Angie hid your shorts: so you wouldn't be able to grab them and put them on when you heard Roger come through the front door. They'd have hidden your tights, too."

"But Roger doesn't know what we do in our Wine and Fantasy evenings. He doesn't even know what we call them," I pointed out. "How would Angie have explained to him what I was doing?" 

"Well, most likely, he wouldn't have actually seen you or known you were there. You'd have ducked behind furniture when you heard him come through the front door and then you would have discovered that your shorts and tights were nowhere to be seen. Angie and Jennie would have chatted with him in the living room knowing that you were hiding and maybe even found excuses to get him to move around the room, which would have forced you to crawl around on all fours to stay out of his sight."

Mickey let this sink in for a moment before he continued.

"But I'm sure they had a backup plan, just in case Roger did see you. If he had, they would probably have given him the same bull feathers story they gave you later and that they gave Robby the next night. They'd have said that your new boyfriend forbids you to play with yourself and that they caught you and were punishing you at your boyfriend's request. You would have had to play along with their story."

"Why?" I asked. "Why couldn't I have told Roger the truth?"

"Because," he explained, "any other explanation you gave Roger would have been even more embarrassing to you. You'd have had to tell him about me and the sessions the four of us had. What's more, Angie and Jennie would have denied it all and Roger would have believed them; after all, they were fully dressed. Moreover, your story about 'The Disciplinarian' [he made air quotes again] would have seemed preposterous to him." 

"I see," I replied slowly, thinking it over, "that's almost what happened, except I had tights on when he got home."

"Right," Mickey agreed. "Because the game was a blowout, Roger came home 30 minutes before even Angie and Jennie were expecting him. They weren't ready. Literotica was still on the laptop screen, for example." 

"OK, that all fits," I said, "but what makes you think Jennie was in on it?"

"Because you said Jennie wasn't surprised that the shorts were hidden. Also, because Angie would have needed Jennie to back up her explanation to Roger if he'd actually seen you bottomless. They would have needed to get their story straight. Finally, when you were leaving Angie's that night, she and Jennie both gave you the same lie — that I had forbidden you to play with yourself and that I had given them permission to punish you if you did. But they hadn't been together, and away from you, that entire evening, so they must have conspired together beforehand."




The Disciplinarian Ch. 08



"So, why did they do this?" I asked. "Do they hate me?"

"No," he smiled, "I've seen the three of you together quite a bit and I think they love you, but ... well ..."

"Well what?"

"Well, you women can be cruel to each other, especially when envy is involved, or a man, or both."

"Envy?" I was incredulous. "Angie and Jennie have never been envious of me."

"Maybe not," he acknowledged, "but things have changed for them in ways that might be hurting their self-esteem. Let me ask you something, what kind of underwear were Angie and Jennie wearing at that Wine and Fantasy?"

"Very plain," I reported. "I remember it distinctly." 

"That's what I expected," Mickey replied. "They had plain underwear in our first session when they hadn't met me before. But for the second and third they both wore fancy underwear."

"Yes. I remember that," I said recalling how jealous and angry I had been that they had worn sexy underwear for Mickey. "So what are you saying?"

"Well, those two have probably grown accustomed to having men find them attractive and they probably didn't think that men ever found you attractive. But maybe they noticed after our first session that I was ... well ... kind of attracted to you," he smiled, "and ... well ... from their point of view, this upset the natural order of things. I think that perhaps subconsciously they took it as a kind of challenge." 

"That's why they wore the sexy underwear!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, that's my theory," he confirmed, "but it didn't work, and when you and I started seeing each other, I think it shook their self-esteem that I found you more attractive."

"So, they've been humiliating me as a kind of revenge."

"Exactly. They're trying to put you back in your place at the bottom of the pecking order," he elaborated, "although I doubt that they are fully aware of their own motivations."

"Anyway," he continued, "after the plan involving Roger's surprise return mostly failed, Angie came out to the car when you and Jennie were about to leave and the two of them created a plan B by telling you that I'd left this special instruction just for you."

"I see. So they set me up."

"Yes," he said, "and they figured that after a Wine and Fantasy night you would not be able to resist ... that is ... you would be tempted to—"

"I get it!" I said, embarrassed at this reminder that I had so little resistance to self-pleasure.

"It's a sure bet that when Jennie caught you playing with yourself that night, she really hadn't forgotten anything. In fact, she probably never even left your neighborhood. She waited until she thought you were probably masturbating and they quietly returned so she could 'catch' you."

He pulled out the air quotes again and put them around 'catch.'

There was a long silence as we both thought about what had happened and finished our wine. It was I who spoke first.

"Wait a minute, there's a flaw in your theory: How could they have thought they'd get away with it? They knew that you and I would talk when you got back and you'd find out what that they had lied to me." 

"I know what you mean," he agreed, "and I wondered about that too; but I think they thought you wouldn't tell me about anything that happened after Roger got home. Look at it from their point of view. When they told you about my alleged special rule for you, you believed them, right?"

"Of course, that's why I submitted to their punishment ... so?"

"So when Jennie 'caught' you playing with yourself, she also 'caught' you disobeying me, or at least you thought she had. They figured that you'd never risk telling me about your disobedience out of fear that I'd be angry, maybe even break up with you." 

"I see," I sighed. 

"But," he added, "they underestimated how open you and I are with each other. The supposed 'special rule' was one of the first things you asked me about." 

We sat in silence again while I ruminated on what he had said. 

"It's not fair," I said suddenly. "I love those two, but it's not fair that they should humiliate me in front of Robby and total strangers just because I've finally found happiness with a man." 

"I agree," Mickey said, suddenly grim-faced. "They both need to be punished for this. The question is ... 'how?' That's going to take some thought."

Handballs and Silverware

Mickey and I unpacked his bags. He was mostly silent which is normal for him when he's thinking deeply about something. But every now and then, he would stop suddenly and ask me a question. 

"Soo May," he said, as he tossed his hiking boots into the closet, "when Jennie caught you playing with yourself, what was it that she said she'd forgotten and came back to get?"

"Umm ... let's see ... it was— oh! I know. Handballs. She said she'd forgotten her handballs."

"Oh, yes," Mickey mused out loud, "you told me she played handball." 

He was silent again for a couple of minutes and then asked "What does Jennie do after our discipline sessions?" 

"Well, let me think. ... After the first one, she went to her boyfriend's place and had hot sex which she bragged about later. After the second, she stopped at home just long enough to get her gym bag and handballs and then she went to his place. After the third session—"

"Wait!" Mickey interrupted, "why did she need her handballs?" 

"She said she wanted to put them in her car so she could get in a game before work the next morning." 

"Ok," he said, looking thoughtful, "go on. You were saying 'after the third ...'"

"Right, after the third, she just dropped me off at our place and went straight to her boyfriend's place."

"So, she didn't fetch her handballs first?" he asked, looking disappointed for some reason.

"She didn't need to. Her gym bag was already in the back seat. I remember she asked me to verify that the handballs were in it." 

"Ahhh haaa ..." he said slowly and his look of disappointment turned to one of triumph.

"What do you mean 'ah ha'," I asked, "and what is it with you and the handballs? Who cares about Jennie's handballs?"

"Oh, it's probably nothing," he said, and then he returned to silent mode.

We watched a DVD and had a late supper, but Mickey was so lost in thought I could tell he was paying no attention to either the movie or the food. Finally, as we were cleaning the dishes, he spoke again, this time his thoughts were about Angie.

"Soo May," he asked, "I recall Angie saying that after our discipline sessions, she has great sex with Roger. Am I remembering that right?" 

"Yes," I confirmed, "and she says he thinks it's because of his poker winnings." 

"Hmmm, that seems odd, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Not really," I explained, "after all, she's all worked up from being disciplined plus she has to wait several more hours till he gets home so the tension builds. She probably jumps his bones as soon as he's in the door."

"Yes. I understand her behavior," he agreed, "but would he be capable of giving her great sex? Most men come home pretty drunk after an hours-long poker game and just fall asleep. Drunks aren't good lovers."

"Hmmm," I thought for a moment, "... well maybe she's so hot by the time he gets home that any kind of sex would be great."

"Yes, perhaps that's it," was all he said before lapsing back into intense thought. 

Minutes later as I handed him the last spoon to dry with a dishtowel, he suddenly froze and stared at the utensil. 

"Mickey," I said, after a few seconds, "snap out of it. What are you thinking about?"

"Silverware," he whispered.

"Silverware? No, this is just flatware, Mickey," I pointed out, "not silverware, and you should know. This is your kitchen and your flatware."

"Yes, I know," he assented, "I don't have any actual silverware. But ... does Angie?"

"Angie? Well, yes, she does," I answered, "She and Roger have used it at some parties that I've been to at their place, but why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's probably nothing," he said for the second time. 

"Have you thought about how they should be punished?" I asked after a minute.

"Yes." he said grimly. "We'll all meet at Angie's for the next Wine and Fantasy as usual, but we won't actually hold a session. They're going to have to agree to a punishment or I won't have any more sessions with them. If they do agree, the punishment won't begin until the next Wine and Fantasy. I'll need time to prepare some things." 

"What things?"

He smiled and said only "All will be revealed in good time, Soo May, all in good time. Oh, by the way, can you get me Robby's phone number?"

"Sure, all Jennie's old boyfriend's numbers are scribbled somewhere on a whiteboard on our fridge door, but why?"

"Oh, I just might want to get some details from him about a couple of things." 

Reckoning Postponed

The following Thursday evening, Jennie and I drove together to Angie's place. Jennie took extra care with her makeup that evening, and I knew she was wearing a brand new lacy pink bra and panties because I'd seen her taking the tags off them just before she got dressed for the session. Ordinarily, I would have been jealous and annoyed, but I knew that Mickey would not be seeing her undies tonight. 

Mickey arrived at Angie's moments after we did, and as soon as everyone was seated, Angie asked if anyone wanted wine.

"None for me," Mickey replied, "in fact, Soo May and I won't actually be staying long."

"What?" said Angie, "Not staying? I don't understand."

Jennie looked equally puzzled. 

"Don't you?" Mickey asked rhetorically. "After what you did to Soo May, you should be surprised that I even came back here at all."

Looks of surprise, followed by guilt, immediately flashed on Angie's and Jennie's faces. 

Mickey had been right; I thought to myself, they had thought that I would never tell him about the special rule.

"Did to her?" Angie feigned ignorance, but a quaver in her voice gave her away. "What did we do to her?"

She looked to Jennie for support, but Jennie was staring nervously at Mickey's face. He was actually smiling, but only with his mouth. From deep in his eyes, he returned the stare with an expression that said I KNOW. 

Angie then slowly displayed one of those shit-eating grins people get when they've been hopelessly caught. 

"Heh, heh," she nervously pretended to laugh, "are you referring to our little prank on Soo May about not playing with herself while you were gone? Heh, heh, she really fell for it, didn't she, Jennie?" 

As she said this, she nudged Jennie in the shoulder, but Jennie was still staring in nervous fear at Mickey's smile which looked like the evil villain's smile in every James Bond movie. 

"Didn't she, Jennie," Angie repeated, "... didn't she? ... JENNIE!"

"Huh?" said Jennie, coming out of her reverie, "fell over it? Yes, ... yes, she fell over it— I mean fell for it ... uh ... for the, um, pranking ... yes, the long hard pranking we gave her ... um, no wait— I'm mean spanking— no, I mean ... uh ... what was the question?"

I couldn't help but laugh and even Mickey's imperturbability broke slightly and his smile rose for a second before he resumed "Goldfinger" mode. Angie just covered her face with her hands and shook her head in exasperation. She was clearly regretting her choice of co-conspirator. 

"This was more than a prank," Mickey said evenly. "You two told her a lie about me and I do not like being lied about. Let me repeat that. I. Do. Not. Like. Being. Lied. About."

He paused to make sure that point was clearly understood and then he continued, "You also pushed Soo May farther than she was ready for. You didn't take her up to her limits as I do, you pushed her past them. And if it weren't for her own cleverness in using your T-shirt as homemade underwear, Jennie, the situation would have been even worse for her."

At this point, I suddenly got an image of myself running across my living room in front of Robby, Dani, and Brad, but I was completely naked this time, save for the shame bonnet on my head, no homemade diaper to cover my pink little boy buns as the assembled guests laughed at me. To my surprise, I felt a sprinkle of precipitation in my private weather system. 

Mickey's voice brought me back to the present.

"It's my prerogative," he was saying, "to decide when, if ever, she is humiliated in front of strangers or acquaintances." 

Jennie and Angie, by this time, were looking at the floor in shame.

"And that is why," he continued, "I can't participate in any more sessions with the two of you. You have betrayed my trust. Come on, Soo May, let's go."

Both of their heads snapped up. 

"What?" Jennie nearly shouted.

"Don't say that!" Angie said at the same time.

They were both clearly shocked, but there was something else in their faces, too: a look of profound sadness and panic. I don't know what a wife would look like if she caught her husband in bed with another woman, but I bet it would be something like this. They looked broken-hearted. It occurred to me for the first time that perhaps I wasn't the only one whose life had changed when Mickey entered it. 

"Look, we're really sorry," Jennie said, her eyes watering.

"Yes," Angie affirmed, "it was wrong to lie about you. We should never have pranked Soo May. I can see that now. Please don't stop having sessions with us. It will never happen again. I promise."

"Me, too," added Jennie, "please forgive us."

"Well, I don't know ...," Mickey replied, stroking his chin as if he were thinking it over, although I know he'd planned everything. 

Angie's and Jennie's eyes shone brightly at this brief spark of hope. They both loudly chorused pleas for a second chance, hoping to push him over the edge of Unforgiving Ridge and into the Valley of Mercy. 

"If I forgave you," Mickey spoke slowly, "and I'm not saying I will; but if I did, you would first have to receive a suitable punishment." 

You might think that the emphasis that he put on the word "suitable" would give both Jennie and Angie pause, but it didn't. They both loudly promised to submit to "anything." They seemed almost enthusiastic, as if he was offering them a lifetime supply of ice cream instead of punishment. 

"Alright," he said, "I'll tell you what. We won't have a session tonight because I need to plan your punishment, but we'll have the next one as scheduled and Angie will get her comeuppance."

Angie instinctively bowed her head at this announcement. 

"Jennie," Mickey continued, "you'll get your just deserts on the next Wine and Fantasy after that, which we're going to hold at your place."

Jennie shivered at this news. 

Mickey added two quick instructions, "You are both to wear hi-cut panties, and no bra, for both sessions and, Angie, you are to wear a skirt for your punishment session. Jennie, you will wear a white Oxford shirt and slacks for Angie's session; but the shirt should be untucked and tied up just under your breasts." 

They both nodded their acceptance of these instructions. 

With that, Mickey stood up, grabbed my hand and started walking me to the front door. We said our goodbyes and left Angie and Jennie still sitting in shock in the living room. 



The Disciplinarian Ch. 09



Angie's Comeuppance

Two weeks later, I found myself back in Angie's living room. This time I'd come with Mickey straight from his place. Angie was wearing a skirt, as instructed, specifically a sweater skirt. I suspect she chose this thick fabric to partially hide the fact that she was braless. She was so nervous, she was practically shaking. Jennie was already there, wearing the black slacks and a white shirt that she had tied under her braless bosom. Mickey was in an oddly festive mood and even offered to serve the wine for Angie, who was probably too nervous to pour anyway. 

We all got comfortable and I tried to make small talk, but Angie was incapable of speaking and Jennie wasn't much better. After a minute or so, the doorbell rang. 

Angie, Jennie, and I all started at the sound. No one had ever come to the door during a Wine and Fantasy before. But Mickey didn't seem at all surprised.

"I'll get that, Angie," he said, jumping up, "you stay seated." 

From the living room, we heard Mickey open the door and then heard a male voice talking way too loudly. The voice was unmistakable. It was Robby.

Angie and Jenny looked at each other, first in puzzlement and then in alarm; and I wondered how Robby even knew where Angie lived. But it only took a second before I realized that Mickey must have invited him. That's why Mickey wanted his phone number, I thought.

Moments later, the two of them walked into the living room.

"Well, Robby," said Mickey, who for once could not entirely hide a grin of vengeful glee, "I think you know everyone."

"Sure do," he agreed as he surveyed the assembly. 

When he looked at me, he smirked knowingly, and I flushed deep red and looked away at the memory of how he had heard my spankings and witnessed my climax on the dryer. 

"Are the other two coming?" Mickey asked him, drawing his attention away from me. 

Jennie and Angie were startled again. 

"Yep," Robby said, "Brad and Dani should be here any min—" 

The doorbell interrupted him at that exact moment. 

Once again, Mickey answered and seconds later, he escorted Brad and Dani into the room. They said hello to everyone, but both of them stopped and looked puzzled at me. After a beat, Brad stuck out his hand and introduced himself and Dani.

Surprised, I gave my name in return and I could see everyone else in the room looking just as puzzled as I felt. Then it dawned on all of us at the same time: They didn't recognize me. Well, it wasn't all that surprising, I guess. After all, they had only seen me for a few seconds as I dashed across a living room, and my head was mostly covered with a pair of panties, and their eyes would not have been on my face anyway. 

As they sat on the sofa with me, Brad on the opposite end and Dani between us, I was mentally thanking the gods for small favors when Robby, of course, rushed to enlighten them. 

"Don't you two remember Soo May? She was the one who ran—"

"Actually, Robby," Mickey interrupted, "we have an update on that whole situation, which is why you and Dani and Brad have been invited."

The three of them all turned to him with questioning, expectant looks. 

"Alright," he said, turning to Angie and Jennie, "let's get started. I think you two have something to say to everyone, so stand up over there and let's hear it."

Angie and Jennie stood side-by-side facing the rest of us. They were right on the spot where Angie had stood on the night of our third session with Mickey, when Jennie had been required to dash between Angie and I carrying a paddle and asking us each in turn to swat her. Neither of them could look anyone in the eye. Their eyes darted fearfully from Mickey to the floor to each other and back again. They were both too nervous to hold still: Jennie shifted nervously from foot-to-foot, while Angie rubbed her hands together. Robby, Brad, and Dani were clearly puzzled and they finally looked at Mickey for an explanation. Even though they'd just met him, they instantly perceived him as the leader. 

"Come on, Angie," he said, with a slight sigh of impatience. "Get on with it."

"Um ... yes ... well," Angie searched for words. "Uh, ... you see, me and Jennie just wanted to ... ah ... tell you that ... uh ... what we told you a few weeks ago about Soo May and Mr. Daniels wasn't really true. You see, he did not really tell her not to play with herself while he was gone. We made that up and ... well, anyway ... uh ..." Her voice trailed off.

"Huh?" was Robby's brilliant reaction.

Dani and Brad looked at each other in confusion, but I had introduced myself as "Soo May" just a minute or so earlier so it didn’t take them long to put it together. They both looked at me open-mouthed. Brad leered slightly, but not as crassly as Robby. Dani just looked me up and down in undisguised curiosity. I blushed again and looked away.

"And what else, Angie?" Mickey asked drawing their attention back. 

"Well," she continued, "we are sorry and we deserve to be punished. I deserve a long hard spanking, and ... and ... you are all here to bear witness to my punishment and shame.''

There was silence in the room for a full five seconds as Dani, Brad, and Robby sat stunned. Then Robby let out a little hoot of joy. 

"Damnnn!" he exclaimed at the realization that the beautiful ex-model standing before him was to be spanked. He was like a little kid who's jumped into a swimming pool only to find that it is filled with candy. 

When Dani recovered from her shock, she put her hand to mouth to suppress a gasp, but after a beat she turned her head and stared at Mickey who simply stood impassively watching Angie with his arms folded across his chest. Brad simply sat back in the sofa, pleased, but a bit more restrained than Robby. 

"Now," Mickey spoke up, "since Angie will be occupied, she can't really act as hostess, so Jennie is going to be our hostess tonight."

"I am?" Jennie asked in surprise.

"You are," Mickey confirmed.

"Well ... uh ... in that case," Jennie stumbled into her new role and looked at the three newcomers, "would any of you like a drink? We, I mean, Angie, has wine."

They all wanted one, although Angie, of course, wasn't given the option; so Jennie headed to the kitchen. 

"Not so fast, Jennie," Mickey stopped her. "Before you pour the wine, take off your shoes, socks, and pants."

"What?" Jennie asked, unsure if she'd heard him correctly. 

"You seemed to find it amusing to have Soo May parade around nearly bottomless in front of these people," Mickey explained, sweeping his arm across the assembled audience, "so I'd like you to find out if it is equally amusing when you are the spectacle. Throughout tonight's proceedings, you will be wearing only panties below the waist. Now, off with those pants!" 

Jennie glanced once at her audience and then looked down at the floor. She knew she had to obey if she wanted to continue having sessions with Mickey. She kicked off her pumps and pulled off her socks with her toes. Then, red-faced, she slowly undid the snap of her pants. She paused a second to suck up some courage and then pushed them down so they dropped to her ankles. 

As ordered, she was wearing hi-cut white panties that exposed the flanks of her hips and a good portion of her buns. With her blouse tied up under her breasts, there was nearly as much flesh on view as there would be in a beach bikini. But, of course, there's a world of difference between a bikini and underwear. She instinctively clasped her hands in front of her crotch and stood there staring at the floor and I saw her shoulders heave a little sigh of shame to be displayed like this, not just in front of Mickey, me, and Angie, but also in front of her ex-boyfriend and his two friends. 

Robby nearly smacked his lips at the sight of her. Brad smiled, too. Dani looked a little flushed and shifted in her chair. 

"No covering up with your hands, Jennie," Mickey commanded, "now go get that wine and serve it." 

"Yes, sir," Jennie said instinctively, although Mickey had never asked her to call him 'sir.'

She then she scampered off to the kitchen. All eyes were on the white V that only partly encased her ass. 

While she was in the kitchen, the others made chit-chat and I took the opportunity to get a good look at Brad and Dani. He was medium height, brown-haired, cut and combed executive style, and conventional looking in every way. He appeared to be someone who went to great effort not to stand out in any way at all. Dani, on the other hand, was a bit more risk-taking in her appearance and I guessed she was the lively yang to his conventional yin. She wore a blue patterned, calico blouse that ended at her waist and blue jeans, very earth-lover, very 70s. Her hair was red and cut very short, and there was a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She looked a little like that Harry Potter actress, Emma Watson, since she cut her hair short.

Jennie returned with glasses for the three newcomers and the wine bottle. She poured for everyone and with every move she made, her breasts shook visibly inside the loosely tied shirt. Brad and Robby followed her every move. Dani, I noticed, kept her eyes on Mickey. 

Winged Victory

"Now to start with, Angie" Mickey said, after Jennie had stepped behind the couch to watch the proceedings from the background, "I want you to hold your skirt up in back by the hem, but you are to use only your thumbs and index fingers."

The three newbies looked puzzled at the specificity of Mickey's instructions. I could tell they were thinking "Why just thumbs and index fingers?" 

But Angie, Jennie, and I had grown used to the fact that Mickey didn't explain himself in advance and that he was a master of detail. We had no doubt that in the fullness of time this little detail would contribute to Angie's humiliation.

Angie, who was facing us, bent her knees a bit so she could reach the hem with both hands, and then straightened again holding the hem in back with precisely the digits Mickey had prescribed. She then lifted it up in back so that her panty-clad ass would have been visible to anyone behind her. 

"Not bad," said Mickey, "but now bend forward at the waist and don't let the skirt drape on your back, hold it up high."

She did as ordered and looked at the floor rather than face us.

"Don't look down like that," Mickey added. "hold your head up."

With a gasp of exasperation at Mickey's minute control over her positioning, she lifted her head. She grit her teeth a bit and I could tell she was resisting the impulse to ask sarcastically "Are you happy now?"

With her arms swept back and up high behind her, she reminded me of the statue of Winged Victory, except that Winged Victory wasn't bending for a spanking. 

"Excellent," Mickey declared. "This is how you are to present yourself to your spankers."

Angie shuddered noticeably at his use of the plural "spankers."

"Now," he continued, "straighten up and politely ask one of your guests to give you 15 spanks ... and tell them why. I think you should give one of the three new friends you made while you were laughing at Soo May the first chance, don't you?"

Angie, of course, knew that "no" would not be a permitted answer. She looked back and forth between Brad and Dani for a few seconds, apparently having dismissed the oafish Robby as an option.

Finally, bowing her head instinctively, she stammered, "D— Dani, please give me 15 sp— spanks to punish me for being cruel to Soo May." 

Dani, wide-eyed, looked at Mickey who simply nodded in approval and then cocked his head toward Angie. As Dani stood and walked to Angie, I reflected on how she already instinctively looked to Mickey for leadership even though they had just met.

Angie did not need to be told to present herself. With a barely audible groan of embarrassment, she bent took hold of her hem in the prescribed manner and resumed the Winged Victory stance. Dani, from her position slightly behind and to the side of Angie could see her bottom, but Angie was facing the rest of us. Robby, predictably, jumped up and ran to where he too could see Angie's behind. He practically licked his lips when he saw it. But to my surprise, Dani was staring at Angie just as hard as Robby was. And her face was just as flushed as Angie's was. Yet it did not seem to a flush of embarrassment. In fact, Dani seemed to have forgotten the rest of us, and she was completely unselfconscious as she looked Angie up-and-down, drinking in every detail of her posture. 

"Dani— Dani—" Mickey was calling gently.

"Huh? ... What?" Dani seemed to come out of her thoughts reluctantly, "Oh, yeah, the spanking."

She reached back her forearm and swung it forward briskly, but at the last millisecond, she lost her nerve, put on the brakes, and just tapped Angie's right bun with her palm. She immediately looked at Mickey, almost fearfully, with an expression that said "Sorry, sorry, I know I messed that up. Let me try again."

"Wait," Mickey interrupted, holding up his hand. "Let Angie show you how hard to spank."

"What?" was Angie's reaction, and the rest of us were puzzled as well.

"You— you— want me to ... spank Dani?" Angie asked.

"No, Silly." Mickey replied, "She's not being punished. You are. Give yourself a spank – a hard one – to show Dani how hard to spank.

Angie sighed, dropped her skirt so that it lay crumpled across her back, and then raised her right hand up and above her own butt. She brought it down fast but, just like Dani, she lost her nerve in the last millisecond and her hand merely clapped lightly on her right bun. 

"Come on, Angie," Mickey said, "I said do it hard."

Angie tried again and this time her palm landed in the same spot with an audible smack, but still not particularly hard. 

This time it was Mickey's turn to sigh. "Last chance, Angie," he warned, "or else I'll have Robby show her how hard to spank."

This was enough to give Angie the incentive she needed. She raised her hand again, then gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and brought the hand down hard on her own bun. It made a smacking sound and left a pink splotch where her hand had landed. 

Robby gurgled in glee at this and I could see Angie's eyes watering in embarrassment at having to spank herself hard. 

"That's better," Mickey allowed. "Now, lift your skirt up with two hands again. That's it. Now, Dani, you try again."

On her second try, Dani managed to land a respectable, if not particularly hard, spank on Angie's left bun. On the third, she did better. 

Spank

"Uhn!" Angie grunted. 

And so Dani continued.

Spank

Spank

Spank

As I watched, Angie bit her lower lip and blinked back tears of humiliation. I wondered which was more embarrassing for Angie; the fact that Dani and Robby could see her ass or the fact that the rest of us could see her face as she was spanked. I imagined myself in her position and felt those old familiar sensations between my legs. 

Spank

Spank

Spank

Spank

Dani's brow knitted as she concentrated intently on her task, trying to impress Mickey, I suspected. Angie couldn't suppress her reaction.

Spank. "Ow!"

Spank. "Ahh!"

Spank. "Agah!"

Spank. "Oh!"

"OK, that's 15," Mickey interrupted. "Stop now."

Dani obeyed and after a moment, she resumed her seat beside me on the sofa. She was even more flushed than before and I could hear her breathing deeply. 

"Splendid," Mickey said with satisfaction, as one might after eating a gourmet meal, "now, Angie, ask another guest to continue — another 15."

Angie straightened, bowed her head, and, ignoring Robby once again, said "Brad, please continue my spanking to help me learn not to mistreat my friends." 

Brad looked pale and there was a tiny sheen of sweat along his hairline. Saying nothing, he immediately stood and walked to a point just behind Angie. I noticed, however, that as he passed by me, he made a sidelong glance at Mickey to assure himself that he was "doing it right." Even men, I thought, instinctively follow Mickey. 

Angie adopted the Winged Victory stance once again, her eyes watering at the indignity of it. Robby, who had turned his eyes to the scantily dressed Jennie while Angie had straightened, again looked at — "beamed at" is a better term — Angie's bum. 

Brad immediately began to rain down spanks on the aforementioned bum at breakneck speed. 

Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, ...

Angie gasped at the rapid-fire assault and the rest of us were startled, too. I could hear Brad saying something as he spanked her and I soon realized that he was counting, and getting louder with each spank. 

"... twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," he said, and then sighed audibly in relief as he hurried back to his place on the sofa. Once he was seated, he seemed to visibly relax and some color returned to his face. It had been over in only seconds, much to Robby's disappointment. 

Interloper

There was silence for a few seconds as we all tried to digest Brad's odd behavior. I looked at Mickey and we both understood at the same time: Brad had stage fright. He was happy to observe, but he didn't want to be part of the show. Fortunately for him, Robby spoke up, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"So, now it's my turn to spank her, right? I'm the last of the three new friends!"

"Actually, no," Mickey said pleasantly, going into his imperturbable mode of speaking. "Right now, we're going to change gears a little."

Robby face fell in evident disappointment, but he said nothing. 

"Angie, kneel on that chair with your back to us and present yourself again," Mickey said pointing to the easy chair that Robby had vacated so he could watch her being spanked.

With another soft groan, Angie did as ordered, taking up the Winged Victory pose with her hindquarters now shown to all of us. I immediately realized why Mickey had been so particular about how she lifted her skirt. By holding her skirt so high above her back, it functioned like a kind theater back curtain. The skirt completely hid the upper part of her body, thereby highlighting her legs and barely covered butt. The delicate way that she held the skirt reminded me of a magician's assistant lifting a small cape to reveal that a rabbit is now peeking out of the hat. Except In this case, it was two pink butt cheeks instead of a rabbit, and it wasn't a hat they were peeking out of; it was a pair of lacy black hi-cut panties. I could almost hear the magician saying Voilà, a spanked ass!

The significance of her choice of underpants wasn't lost on me either. Angie had not known that Robby, Brad, and Dani, were going to be present. These panties were obviously intended to be enticing to Mickey. I felt a hot burst of jealous anger surge through me.

"Angie is going to be gagged for the next part of her punishment," Mickey announced, and then after a deliberate pause he added, "... with Jennie's panties." 

Both Angie's and Jennie's heads jerked when he said this and they both looked at him. 

"Why can't you just use her own pant—" Jennie started to say, but then abruptly stopped. By now she knew Mickey well enough to know that nothing was going to divert him from his plans. 

"You can take them off in the kitchen, if you want, Jennie," Mickey said with a smile as if this was a wonderfully generous offer he was making her, "and you can use an oven mitten to cover up, too."

Reluctantly, Jennie disappeared into the kitchen. She reappeared a minute later red-faced. Her panties were in her left hand and she was wearing one of Angie's oven mitts on her right which she used to hide her privates. As she walked she instinctively leaned slightly forward and crouched a bit. The effect was to pull the hips backward, away from us, as if that would hide them. She handed the panties to Mickey and then, to prevent the assembled guests from seeing her naked buns, she stepped backwards away from him until her back was against the wall.




The Disciplinarian Ch. 09



Mickey then stepped over to Angie, balling up the panties as he did. She did not need to be told to open her mouth. He stuffed most of them into her, but deliberately left a few inches hanging out. This panty-tail served as a visual reminder to us that she was gagged. 

Mickey looked at her for a long moment and he seemed lost in thought. Finally, he smiled and addressed the entire group.

"We're going to need more of a gag than that. We're going to need a second pair of underwear." 

After a brief pause, he looked at Dani and still smiling he said, "Would you like to contribute yours, Dani?"

This brought noises of surprise from everyone in the room who didn't have a pair of knickers stuffed in their mouth.

"Huh? What?" Brad sputtered. 

And "Huh, What?" was exactly what I was thinking, too. Why was he asking Dani? There was a dresser drawer filled with Angie's underwear in the bedroom. Everyone else looked puzzled, too. Dani, for her part, just stared at Mickey open-mouthed. Yet from my vantage point beside her, I could see a glow of excitement in her eyes. 

"No, she would not like to—" Brad started to answer for her, with just a hint of anger in his voice. But he was interrupted ... by Dani.

"Wait," she said, "it's alright, Brad. I think it might be fun and what's the harm?" 

Then before he could respond, she stood up and started for the kitchen. "I'll just get them off in there," she said over her shoulder. "Is that alright, Mr. Daniels?" 

"That will be perfect," Mickey smiled his approval.

I noted that it was Mickey she asked, rather than Brad. But I don't think Brad noticed that. He was still too surprised at her acceptance of Mickey's suggestion. He sat open-mouthed staring at her back as she walked to the kitchen and he continued staring in the direction she had gone even after she was out of sight. Robby, equally flummoxed, was doing the same thing. 

A few seconds later, we heard two dull thuds as Dani kicked off her shoes. We were all just beginning to recover our equilibrium after this unexpected swerve in events when Dani reappeared and gob-smacked us again. She was carrying her blue and red stripped undies in her hand, but no one was paying attention to that because ...

... she hadn't put her slacks back on! 

Instead, she was wearing the other oven mitt on one hand and using it to cover her naked crotch as she re-entered the room bottomless. Like Jennie, she also walked in an embarrassed crouch. Her face was pink, but I saw that the glow of excitement in her eyes was now burning brighter.

The room exploded in consternation: Robby, who had been taking a swallow of wine at that moment, choked at the sight of her as the wine went down the wrong pipe. Jennie gasped, and I did too as I stood up in surprise. Angie jerked up from her kneeling position and her eyes widened above her cotton-stuffed mouth. Brad jumped up from his chair and called out "Dani?!" in a breathy tone that suggested he felt, not just surprised, but a little bit betrayed. 

But she seemed not to hear him. Her eyes were focused on Mickey as if he were the only person in the room. She trotted to him in her crouch-walk and handed him the panties and then she backed up, just as Jennie had, until she was standing next to Jennie. She didn't take her eyes off Mickey the whole time. 

I looked at Mickey. He alone seemed unsurprised; but surely, I thought, he would not allow this— this— interloper to distract from Angie's punishment. Yet he only smiled and muttered "uh huh" under his breath. He pronounced it as people do when they mean "Just as I thought." Then he pivoted around and carried the undies to Angie. 

I plopped myself back onto the sofa and folded my arms over my chest. I was irritated at Dani. How dare she, I thought, come in here and display herself bottomless in front of ... in front of ... my man?

Brad, too, had sunk back to his chair, but he continued to stare, open-mouthed and baffled, at his girlfriend as she stood bottomless in a room filled with people. She, in turn, continued to stare at Mickey. 

But Mickey's back was turned because he was now stuffing Dani's undies into Angie's mouth until her cheeks bulged. Again, he left a little tail of cloth drooping from her mouth. Dani's blue and red beside Jennie's white. 

"Very patriotic," Mickey said, almost to himself. 

A Dish Served Cold

"Now then," he added much louder, and everyone immediately attended to him again, "Soo May, time for you to give Angie a hairbrush spanking."

Even through her gag, we could hear Angie groan at this announcement. 

"Jennie," Mickey continued, "go into the master bedroom and get a flat-backed hairbrush from Angie's makeup table." 

Keeping the oven mitt positioned on her crotch, Jennie walked sideways to the hallway keeping her bare butt facing away from us and then she walked backward down the hall until she got to the bedroom. Seeing her reminded me of when I had done this modesty maneuver and I realized how ridiculous it looked. It was nearly as humiliating as it would have been to just walk normally and let the audience see one's naked ass. 

Seconds later she came back down the hallway carrying the hairbrush. She stopped just before she would have passed between the chair that Robby was in and the end of the couch where Brad was sitting and held the hairbrush out to Mickey who was several feet away, obviously hoping that he would step forward to take it from her. But he just stood where he was and gave Jennie a warning glare. She was forced to walk all the way to him, which meant that Robby and Brad got a full view of her nude butt. She turned red, handed the brush to Mickey, and then practically ran back to her position with her back to the wall where she stood, breathing hard and red-faced from embarrassment. I felt another trickle of arousal at the thought of what she was feeling.

Mickey beckoned me to a place just behind and to the side of where Angie knelt on the chair and handed me the hairbrush. Then he instructed her to display herself, so she again reached back and held the hem of her sweater dress up high above her back in the voilà pose.

"OK, Soo May," Mickey instructed softly, "give her 25 good smacks, and don't go easy. This is punishment, after all."

It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could see Angie's buttocks tremble in fear. More importantly, I saw again the lacy black underwear and was reminded that Angie undoubtedly wore it to attract Mickey. An ember of anger burst in me. I grit my teeth, lifted the hairbrush, and brought it down hard on the exposed part of her right bun.

Smack!

Robby made a kind of gurgle of pleasure and Angie grunted through her gag. I gave her several more, alternating buns.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Angie's hips began to jerk, and with every smack she made half-moan, half-grunt sounds.

I ignored this and continued, now raining down my blows on the offending 'V' of black silk that covered the center, and only the center, of her too-damned-perfect ass. 

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

So you like black silk undies, do you? I thought to myself. Well, let's test out their resistance to hairbrushes, shall we?

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I paused for breath and noticed for the first time, that Angie was jerking and twisting now with each blow, her muffled moans were louder, and her eyes were watering. From somewhere in what seemed a long way away I heard Robby's voice saying "Damn, Soo May is really whaling on her." 

You call that 'whaling,' I responded silently in head, I'll show you whaling. With that, I took a deep breath and resumed my attack on Angie's buns. This time, I swung underarm, catching the very bottom of her butt with a rapid series of upper cuts.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

This seemed to surprise Angie and she impulsively straightened up and dropped her skirt. As she did this, she also let out a long moan through her gag that sounded like an elephant's trumpet in African documentaries. 

Mmmhhhhooohhhhmmm!

Within seconds, however, she frantically resumed the Winged Victory position and raised her hem again. She'd had enough experience with Mickey to know that getting out of position for more than a moment was a big mistake; but Brad, Dani, and Robby thought the speed with which she did this was funny. It made her seem not just submissive, but eager to submit. Our three new friends laughed and I could see Angie's tear-stained face turn red.

"OK, Soo May, finish up," I heard Mickey say, "you've got about six more."

My arm was growing tired, so I slowed down, but memories of what she and Jennie had done to me kept me motivated. Angie responded to every blow with a muffled groan through her dual-panty-gag.

This is for plotting to humiliate me in front of your husband, I thought.

Smack! "Mmmurrggh!"

And this is for hiding my short-shorts so Roger would see me with only tights on. 

Smack! "Hurrmmhh!"

And this is for lying to me about my boyfriend. 

Smack! "Urrmmmhhh!"

This is for making me wear "naughty hands" mittens.

Smack! "Hhoowww!"

This is for making me stand on chairs for naked inspection.

Smack! "Nnnuuhhh!"

For making me come out to the living room bottomless and ask you for a spanking in front of Robby.

Smack! "Muuhh-urggh!"

For letting Robby see me humping the dryer. 

Smack! "Howw-eee!"

I was about to give her one for lying to Robby, Dani, and Brad about why I was punished, when I felt someone grab my right wrist. It was Mickey.

"That's enough, Soo May," he said gently, "that was 25." 

He was smiling at me in amusement at my fury, as was Dani. Robby looked like he couldn't decide whether to gape at me or leer at Angie's churning red bottom which she was clenching and unclenching in pain. His eyes darted back and forth between Angie and me; but after a moment, her show won out over mine, and he sat back in his chair to watch her dancing hind end with a look of pure bliss on his face. Brad, on the other hand, still seemed troubled by something. He tried to concentrate on Angie, but every now and then, he would turn his head around and glance with puzzlement at his girlfriend standing pantless next to Jennie behind the sofa. 

Spit and Polish

Mickey broke the silence.

"Angie, take out your gag and tell me where you keep the good silverware."

Robby and Dani seemed annoyed at this seemingly irrelevant break in the sexy action. Brad merely looked puzzled. I felt puzzled, too, as I had a few weeks before when Mickey asked about Angie's silverware; but I knew Mickey well enough to know that whatever he was up to with the silver, it would turn out to be very relevant to Angie's punishment. 

Angie pulled the two pairs of underwear from her mouth and warily replied, "Um, it's in the cabinet above the kitchen sink, the top shelf, way in the back." 

"Soo May, would you go in there and take a look at that shelf?" Mickey asked me.

Of course, I did, and although I had to stand on a chair to reach that high, I found a fine carved wooden box which was, indeed, filled with about a dozen silver settings as well as silver gravy boat and several silver serving spoons. I reported this to Mickey and the others by calling to them from my perch in the kitchen.

"Ok," he then asked, "now are there any other containers near the silverware box?"

"Just one," I replied, "a long box that somebody has written 'silver polish' on."

"Great," he said, "bring that out here."

I grabbed the box, climbed down from chair, and brought it back into the living room, where everyone except Angie, was looking at Mickey as if he'd lost his marbles. Angie looked nervous and scared.

Mickey took the box from me and placed in on the seat of the chair that Angie was kneeling on, in between her knees. It was several inches long and about two inches wide.

"Now, Angie," Mickey said smiling, "I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave the box where it is unopened, or you can open the box and show us what's in it. If you open the box, your spanking is over for the evening. If you choose to leave the box closed, you will have to take your dress off and your punishment will continue while you are wearing only panties. Moreover, the next step of your punishment is a paddling ...," he paused for effect, "... from me."

"What the hell?" Robby said, "You're going to let her off if she shows us her silver polish? Why?"

I heard the others murmur their endorsement of this query.

"Actually, that's not quite what I said," Mickey corrected, "and I don't think we should judge a box by its label." 

He let the assembled guests ponder this for a couple of seconds before turning his attention back to Angie.

"Well, Angie, what's it going to be? Will you open the box or would you prefer a paddling?"

Angie thought for a few seconds and then, with a sigh, she straightened up and pulled her dress off. As instructed, she was wearing no bra. She quickly clamped one forearm over her breasts, stuffed the panties back in her mouth, and resumed her kneeling posture on the chair, naked now except for the flimsy black, hi-cut panties. Since she no longer had a dress to hold up, she rested her other arm across the back of the chair. 

There were gasps of surprise at Angie's choice and Robby blinked repeatedly in bafflement. 

Mickey, of course, did not seem a bit surprised. Is he ever surprised? I wondered.

"Very well, Angie," he said calmly, "we'll continue your punishment, but I want you standing up for the rest of it. Bend at the waist and put at least one hand on the seat of the chair."

She did as she was told, placing her left hand on the chair beside the box while keeping her right arm over her bosom.

"Good, now spread your legs as far apart as they will go," he instructed.

She did so until her feet were well over a meter apart. 

"Good, now Jennie— no, on second thought, Dani," he said, turning to look at the two of them, "that closet over there has a ping pong paddle on the shelf. Would you please bring it to me?"

Dani positively beamed at him, much to my irritation and to Brad's consternation. But this time he said nothing in protest. So, now it was her turn to do the backward walk with the mitten held against her crotch; but while she seemed embarrassed, her eyes shone with excitement, too. In fact, she was smiling as she backed toward the closet. It was partly a nervous smile of embarrassment, but only partly. I noticed, also, that she kept her eyes on Mickey. 

With her free hand, she felt for the doorknob behind her and, opening the door just a little bit, she was able to slip inside without turning her bare bottom towards us. Seconds later she was out again with the paddle in her hand. She immediately scampered — there's no other word for it but 'scampered' — to Mickey and handed him the paddle with a big grin of adoration on her face. 

Slut! I thought as I watched Dani back-walk to her position beside Jennie behind the sofa. Who does she think she is coming in here and half stripping in front of Mickey when she doesn't have to? And what's with the moon eyes she's making at him? At that moment, I noticed Jennie looking at me with a wry smile and I realized that I was glaring at Dani. Embarrassed that Jennie had seen my jealousy, I faced forward again on the sofa just in time to see Mickey smack Angie dead center with the paddle.

Swat! 

She jerked and groaned through the gag but kept her position. 

"Arch your back, Angie," Mickey said in a voice that was almost tender. 

She did, much to the approval of Robby and Brad. Then Mickey commenced a staccato paddling of Angie's barely covered rear.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

In no time she was twisting her hips back and forth and her eyes were watering again. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Her moans and groans were growing louder. 

"Innnggggghhhh!" 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

"NahUhahhhhh!" 

She gave up trying to cover her breasts with one arm and dug her fingers into cushion of the chair. Her breasts, now visible to the assembled witnesses, swayed and jiggled with each blow.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

She lifted one leg up and kicked out, then she did the same with the other leg. She continued, kicking out alternately left and right. Robby whooped at her antics and Angie must have heard his laughter.

"Unnnnnnahhhhhh!"

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

The gag fell from her mouth but she seemed not to notice.

"Yeeeowwww!"

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

"OUCH! Oh, God! OWW! Oh, Please! Unnhh! Huh-hurts! Erggh!"

Robby and Brad laughed out loud.

"Ooooooowwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaahhhhh!

Finally, after what must have been two full minutes of this, Angie straightened, tears running down her face and threw her hands back to her stinging bottom and began to rub it furiously. As she did so, she belatedly asked for permission.

"Puh ... [gasp] ... puh ... please Mr. Daniels, muh ... muh ... may I ruh ... rub my bottom?"

Startled at the abject submission in this request, Brad and Robby looked at each other in surprise and then they both erupted in hysterical laughter. I thought of myself in her position, being paddled to tears while an audience watched, and I realized that I was seriously wet between my legs.

"Of course, you may, Angie," Mickey said, using his bright helpful-sales-clerk voice, "take a minute and then we'll resume."

Angie stood there, rubbing and hopping from foot to foot for another minute, her breasts shaking and shimmering, as Brad and Robby giggled and smirked at her. Finally, she had enough breath to speak.

"Mr. Daniels, if I agree to open the box, will you stop the paddling?"

"Sure, Angie," he replied pleasantly, "I'd be happy to. Why don't you show us what's in it?"

I leaned forward. Something was in the box that Angie wanted to keep hidden, so much so that she had tried to endure a ferocious paddling rather than open it in front of us. I was dying to know what it was.

After a few more seconds of butt-restoration rubbing, Angie picked up the box and opened it. Then with what seemed like a sigh of defeat she shook its contents out onto the seat of the chair. First, a very small jar of silver polish rolled out, much smaller than the box. A second later a much larger object rolled out. 

It was a vibrator. 

Ladies Home Companion

I heard Jennie and Dani gasp in unison. I didn't blame them, I was surprised, too. Robby just chortled. 

"This just gets better and better," he said. 

Angie hung her head in shame. 

Mickey (need I say it?) did not seem surprised. 

"Well what do we have here, Angie?" he asked rhetorically. "A vibrator! And it looks like you keep it in perhaps the one place in your entire home that your husband would almost certainly never open."

Place that your husband would never open, I thought to myself. That's why Mickey asked me about Angie's silverware. He suspected she had a sex toy and he was figuring out where she would hide it. 

"Tell us why you have this, Angie," Mickey instructed, "isn't your husband enough?"

"Well ... uh ...," Angie looked down at her feet and closed her eyes. She was clearly mortified at having revealed to us that she possessed a vibrator. 

"There are times when ... well, I guess you could say he's not enough," she explained.

"And those times include the evenings that he's out all night playing poker, don't they?" Mr. Daniels asked, leading the witness.

"Yes," Angie acknowledged, "he comes home drunk and falls asleep." 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 09



"Hmmm, that's odd," Mickey said, pretending to be puzzled, "you've always told your friends, Jennie and Soo May, that you and he have great sex on those occasions."

"I ... I ...," Angie stammered, "I was lying. We don't have sex at all when he comes home from poker." 

"That doesn't surprise me, Angie," said Mickey. "In fact, you always have friends over on those evenings; Soo May, Jennie, and sometimes me. But your husband doesn't come home for hours after your friends leave, does he?"

"No," Angie admitted.

"And in the hours between your friends' departure and your husband's return, that's when you ... uh ... polish the silver."

Dani and Brad giggled at Mickey's euphemism and then Robby, who's a little slower on the uptake, joined them. 

"Yes," Angie whispered.

"Answer again, Angie," Mickey commanded, "loud enough for everyone to hear, and make it a complete sentence, too."

"I ... uh ... play with myself for a few hours while I'm waiting for Roger to come home."

Damn! I thought, all those times Angie teased me about masturbating and it turns out she was doing it too. That hypocrite! I found myself wishing that I'd smacked her harder with the hairbrush.

"I see," said Mickey. "Now I want you to show us how you do it."

"What?!" Angie practically shouted. "You don't mean that I should ... uh ..."

"Yes, I do," Mickey said in a tone that suggested that it was he who had the right to be offended. "After all, you humiliated Soo May in front of Robby, Dani, and Brad, for her masturbation. I think it is only right that your punishment should include the same kind of embarrassment. Of course, if you'd rather just resume the paddling— "

"No! No more paddling!" Angie interrupted frantically. "I'll ... I'll ... do it."

"Good," Mickey said, "Now kneel on the chair and rest your head on the back of it." 

Angie did so and the effect was to push her barely covered ass out at us. For several seconds she made no further move.

"We're waiting," Mickey said with pretended impatience, "show us how you do the very thing you ridiculed Soo May for doing." 

Angie was making little squeaky mini-sobs with almost every breath and I felt some genuine sympathy for her, but I also knew that Mickey was right. This was an appropriate punishment for what she had done to me in front of these same people. She seemed to accept this, too, because she gave a sigh of defeat and put her right hand between her legs and begin to rub her palm against her pubis on the outside of her panties. 

"Damn!" Robby said. 

She rubbed slowly at first in a circle. But after a minute or so she began to pick up speed. Soon enough, the squeaky sobs stopped and the circular movement changed to a side-to-side stroking. Again, it started slowly and then got faster and faster. Her breathing became louder and heavier. 

She suddenly pulled her hand back and for a second I thought she was going to claim that she had had a quiet climax; but at just that moment, we saw the crotch of Angie's black panties bulge outward and we knew she had slipped her hand in there. Robby gave an anticipatory chortle. 

The silken black fabric stretched tautly over her knuckles and we saw these tiny hillocks rise and fall and shift position back and forth as her fingers played with her pussy and clit. Somehow this veiled suggestion of what she was doing was more erotic than what we would have witnessed if her undies had been pulled down and we could see her fingers at work. Angie's breathing grew louder and she started making whispery 'unh' sounds.

"Huh ... hohh ... [gasp] ... unh ... ohh ... [gasp] ..."

The hand in her crotch moved faster and faster. The Black Knuckle Mountains shook with a powerful earthquake. After several minutes, her index finger stiffened and the fingernail became visible sticking out past the elastic of on leg band. Seconds later the pinky did the same thing on the opposite side. There were only two mountains left and they sank and rose in unison over and over as Angie's noises grew louder and louder. 

"OHhh ... ummmm ... huhhhuh ... [GASP] ... unnnaaahh ..."

Then suddenly her hand withdrew from her undies and she picked up the vibrator. After turning it on, she slipped it into her panties back end first. Apparently, she was going to try to insert it entirely inside her panties. We saw the crotch of the panties bulge outward again, the outline of the back end of the vibrator with its on/off switch clearly visible under the stretched black silk. But the vibrator was too big. As she tried to push it back far enough to get the pointed end at the entrance to her hidden cave, the vibrator started to pull her panties right off. So she switched to a different strategy. Pulling the vibrator out of her underwear, she rested her head on the back of the chair and reached behind with both hands. With her left, she pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and then inserted the vibrator with the right. It slipped right in and she pushed it until it would go no farther. (There were more sound effects from Robby at this.) Then she carefully pulled the crotch of the panties back over the external end of the vibrator which formed one big round, flat-topped Black Silk Mesa rising up from the Pink Bottom Desert. 

Angie quickly put her left arm back over her breasts, which she'd had to uncover in order to insert the vibrator. I expected her to reach back through the waistband of her undies with her right hand and start pumping the vibrator, but instead, she just rested her forearm on the back of the chair and laid her head, eyes closed, on her arm. For half-a-minute, it seemed as if she wasn't moving at all. From my seat just a few feet from her I could barely make out the hum of the vibrator. Robby began to make noises of impatience, but then we saw her hips give a slight jerk and she made a soft "unh" sound. A moment later, she did it again, and then again. Before long, she was twisting her hips back and forth to a regular rhythm. As she did so, she resumed making noises. 

"AHhh ... ommmm ... muhhhumm ... [gasp] ...  ohnnnuumm ..."

There's probably no such thing as a non-embarrassing way of masturbating in front of others, but it must be even worse to have to reveal a personal quirk in one's self-pleasuring technique. Angie's near naked hip dance with the vibrator poking out obscenely must have been doubly humiliating. If she'd been on her back sliding it in and out, then at least she wouldn't have had the added embarrassment of jerking off in an "abnormal" way. I couldn't help but imagine myself in her position and my juices began to flow again as Angie's arousal advanced to crisis level.

"UNNNNAAHHH ... [GASP] ... OOWWWAH ... MMUNNNAH ... [GASP] ..."

Suddenly, Angie clamped her thighs together and her head rose, eyes closed, mouth open. She gripped the back of the chair on which she was kneeling with both hands, uncovering her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. We could see the hollows at the side of her buns deepen as she clenched hard, and she began shifting her weight back and forth from one knee to the other which caused first one bun and then the other to rise and fall alternately. It looked as if she was trying to turn the vibrator inside her and I heard shocked giggles from Brad, Robby, and Dani. I had to suppress a laugh myself. 

After a few minutes of this, Angie thrust a hand into her panties, grabbed the vibrator and began pumping it in an out. Of course, since the crotch strap of the panties was stretched over the vibrator, the first out stroke had the effect of pulling the panties down a little. As she continued to pump with greater and greater vigor, the panties were pulled down more and more. Soon her butt crack came into view above the waistband as the undies continued to slide farther and farther down with each stroke. Finally, the undies fell off completely and slid down to the backs of her knees. Angie gave no sign that she was aware of this, although Robby let out a little hoot when it happened. 

We could now see her love lips wrapped lewdly around the vibrator. She continued to pump, heedlessly, until suddenly she stiffened, her body straightened at the waist, and her hips jammed forward as her back curved. She let go of the chair and the vibrator, and gripped both of her sore, pink, buns hard as her climax exploded. 

"[GASP] ... MMMMOOOHHHHHUNNNAH!"

Then she collapsed on the chair breathing hard and fast, resting the side of her head on the back of the chair. For a brief moment her face broadcast bliss, but before long she remembered where she was and turned her face away in humiliation. 

"Damn!" Robby declared, "that was fantastic, way better than Soo May on the dryer."

I flushed at this reminder of my own humiliation and looked away, but in the corner of my eye I saw Mickey glance at Robby with a brief flash of anger.

"Well," Mickey said, returning his attention to Angie, "I think Angie has been appropriately punished. In two weeks, we will meet at Jennie's and Soo May's apartment for Jennie's punishment. Brad, Dani, and Robby, you are all invited, too."

Angie tried to step off the chair and then discovered for the first time that her panties had fallen down. Her face flushed even redder and she with a sob of humiliation, she yanked them up and then hurriedly got off the chair, picked up her sweater dress, and pulled it back on over her head. Jennie grabbed her pants and pulled them on. Dani, however, seemed lost in her own world and remained in her spot standing behind the sofa covering her front with the oven mitten until Brad shook her arm and lead her to the kitchen where she had left her pants. 

There was little talk as we all moved to the door and said our goodbyes. I could tell that Angie wanted to run and hide, but Mickey insisted that she stand at the door and thank each guest for coming.



The Disciplinarian Ch. 10



Nervous Demolition Derby

It would be quite an understatement to say that Jennie was a nervous wreck over the following two weeks. "Nervous ten-car-pile-up" or "nervous demolition derby" would be more like it. Although I was spending most of my non-work hours, and about half my nights, at Mickey's place, I saw Jennie almost every day and it was clear she couldn't think about anything but her upcoming punishment session. She was constantly spacing out and knitting her fingers together which she always does when she's nervous. I doubt that she got any work done at her job because she clearly couldn't concentrate on anything. On one of the few nights when I didn't have dinner with Mickey, she asked me to take the baked chicken out of the oven and I found that she hadn't turned the oven on. 

She was also very afraid of me and anxious to please me. She was constantly asking how I was and if there was anything she could do for me. This was a new experience for me. I've never known what it's like to be feared. I kind of liked it at first, but it actually grew irritating after a few days; being a pampered princess is not a natural role for me. I was also finding it hard to stay angry with her. I'm not someone who holds grudges and if it were left up to me, I'd probably have just cancelled her punishment. But I knew Mickey's sense of justice would not allow that, and I also knew that it really was good for her to be punished. She needed to learn that actions have consequences: if she got a free ride after humiliating her best friend, then she might someday do it again. 

On the day of the punishment session, I relayed Mickey's instructions to Jennie and Angie about how to dress. They were essentially the same as two weeks before: both were to go braless and wear hi-cut panties. Angie was a little dismayed to find that the instruction applied to her as well. She had hoped that her time in purgatory was over, but she couldn't have been too surprised. After all, Jennie had to strip to her undies when Angie was punished, so it was natural that Angie would have to do so when the roles were reversed. As all three of us had learned in our very first session with Mickey, there was a kind of parallelism to how Mickey punished and humiliated us, even if the details differed. We each had to give him a verbal response between spanks — counting, thanking, or asking for another — and we each were intensely spanked until we abandoned our resolutions about what we would not do; and finally we each had to show our punished butts to the others and describe what had happened to us in the bedroom. 

Mickey had two more instructions for me. First, he had me take his satchel, with the switch in it, and store it in my room in the apartment. His second instruction was very curious: he told me to be sure that Jennie's gym bag was in the apartment and not in her car, but he would not tell me why this was important. 

Dani and Brad arrived first and Dani's face shown with such excitement that I wasn't surprised they had shown up a little early. She was clearly looking forward to this and I could just imagine her saying "C'mon, c'mon, we don't want to miss anything" to Brad. She greeted Jennie and me effusively, stopping just short of hugging us. It was as if she were here not to witness Jennie's punishment but to join all of us in some shared, exciting adventure, like a white water rafting expedition. I smiled and pretended to be glad to see her, but I was actually remembering her annoyingly exhibitionist behavior in front of all of us — well, more to the point, in front of Mickey — two weeks before. It didn't help that she had obviously had her hair done and was wearing full makeup and perfume; but what was worse was that she was obviously braless under her top. Well, of course, I thought to myself sarcastically, one must be dressed up sexy to witness a spanking. Damned Flirt!

Brad, on the other hand, did not look happy. His smile was tight and forced, and his greeting was polite but clipped. He and Dani each took an easy chair rather than sit beside each other on our sofa, and despite the fact that they were facing each other, with our coffee table in between, they would not look at each other. I glanced at Jennie and she nodded back at me knowingly: it was obvious that these two were having problems in their relationship and had probably been quarreling on the way to our place. I remembered Brad's shock at Dani's behavior in the previous session. Had Dani discovered a white water river that Brad didn't want to explore? 

Robby breezed in next, looking every bit as excited as Dani, and plopped himself down on the sofa. Then Angie showed up at the door, dressed as per Mickey's instructions; her breasts shaking inside her blouse with each step she took. This kept Robby's eyes, and what passed for his mind, occupied. I had barely closed the door after her entrance when I heard Mickey's knock. I resisted the urge to embrace him — an urge I always had whenever we were apart for more than an hour or two — because I sensed that he was "Mr. Daniels" now and getting personal with him would be inappropriate. 

"All present and accounted for, Captain," I declared in mock sailor's formal tones. 

"Very good, First Mate," he replied, playing along. "Let's hoist the anchor." 

Justice for Jennie

"Now," he said, addressing everyone as walked over to the conversation area of the living room, "although this is Jennie's and Soo May's place, they are going to be occupied this evening, so I'm going to ask Angie to be our hostess."

Angie sighed and didn't bother waiting for Mickey's next instruction since she knew what it was going to be. She kicked off her shoes and popped open the button on the front of her slacks. Seconds later, they were on the floor and she stood before us in all her professional model glory. I felt a small flash of envy as I often did seeing the bodies of tall, perfectly proportioned women. She was wearing the required hi-cut knickers, but this time instead of black lace they were modest white cotton, or as modest as hi-cut panties can ever be. Her blouse was tied up under her chest, baring her midriff, and as noted, her braless breasts shimmied whenever she moved. 

"Soo May," she interrupted my thoughts, "could you show me where you keep the wine glasses?"

I gestured toward the kitchen door and followed her in. Mine weren't the only eyes on her half-covered ass, which had returned to its normal mildly tan color, having recovered from the pink that had been spanked into it two weeks before. As I was opening the cabinet where Jennie and I keep the long-stemmed glasses, we heard voices from the living room. Angie began to take the glasses out and I heard Robby's chuckle from the other room as I headed back there. But before I could push open the swinging kitchen door, it swung in on me and Dani pranced in. 

In addition to being braless, as I'd noted before, she was now shoeless ... and pantless ... and wearing pink, lacy hi-cut panties ... and smiling. 

This time, I couldn't contain myself. 

"Dani! What the hell?" I hissed, and I heard Angie gasp and then giggle behind me. 

"Oh, it's alright," she said, completely misreading my emotions, "I volunteered to help host and Mr. Daniels said it's OK."

"Oh, he did, did he?" I replied grimly, folding my arms over my chest, "But why are you ...?" my voice trailed off and I simply pointed at the pink "V" that covered her crotch. 

"Oh," she said apparently surprised at my question, "the hostesses have to be in their undies. Isn't that the rule?" 

I was speechless with rage, so she continued. 

"The wine is in the fridge, right?" 

She didn't wait for an answer, but just swept past me. I swear she was practically whistling a happy tune! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angie biting her lower lip to keep from laughing, whether at Dani or me or both, I'm not sure. 

"That's a wonderful perfume you are wearing, Dani." I heard Angie say, "What's it called?"

Eau de ManStealer, I thought to myself and then I took a deep breath and pushed through the door and strode into the living room, unsmiling. I looked straight at Mickey with narrow eyes. He just gave a little shrug and looked away, but I could see that he, too, was working hard to suppress laughter. 

I saw Dani's shoes and pants in a pile in front of the chair she had been sitting in. I kicked them aside and plopped down in it. Brad was still in the chair opposite and I could see that his face had acquired a blue tinge of anger around the ears and hairline. The same forced smile was still frozen on his face, but his eyes stared darkly at some distant enemy. He was clearly not happy with Dani, not a bit; and I felt a little sorry for him. You'd better jump onto the raft with her, Brad, or wave goodbye, I thought, because Dani is determined to ride the rapids. 

Moments later, Angie came in from the kitchen holding a few wine glasses, followed by Dani with a bottle of red in one hand and a bottle of white in the other. They made a round of the room distributing wine to all who wanted it, and then, took positions behind the sofa. This put them behind Robby, so he immediately moved from the sofa to the chair opposite it where he could see them in their hi-cut finery. 

"Well, let's get started," Mickey said. "Jennie why don't you remind everyone why we're here?"

"Uh ... yes ... well," she started, "Angie and I were pretty mean to Soo May and now it's my turn to get punished. I ... um ... deserve a bit of a spanking and—"

"Bit of a?" Mickey interrupted, "bit of a?!?"

"OK, I mean more than a bit of a spanking—"

"How much more?" Mickey interrupted again, not willing to give her any quarter.

"Um ... well ... a lot more. I mean I deserve a severe spanking ... and ... you are all here to witness it and help."

"That's better," Mickey concluded. "Now, Jennie, let's get those clothes off. You can keep the panties for now, but everything else goes."

Jennie winced at the implications of that "for now," and then after a long hesitation, she began to unzip her pants. She had known this moment was coming for two weeks, but I don't think that made it any easier. She would now have to strip, and do so not just in front of Angie, Mickey, and I, as she had done before, but also in front of an old boyfriend that she had ditched and two people that she barely knew. I guessed that stripping in front of an ex was more ignominious than stripping in front of near strangers, but I haven't had enough boyfriends to really judge that. Either way, I found myself getting moist as I watched her peel down her pants and then start to unbutton her blouse. 

While she was doing that, Mickey had Dani clear the low coffee table around which our furniture circled, and then he had Angie put two throw pillows from the sofa on the table side-by-side so its entire surface was now cushioned. 

Jennie, who was now down to just her hi-cuts, with her arms covering her bare breasts, looked at Mickey. He just looked back silently as if it was obvious what he wanted. She got the hint and got down on all fours on the cushioned table. Thus, the table became a kind of raised stage in a miniature theatre-in-the-round. She held her upper body up with one arm and used the other to cover her breasts.

"That's right," Mickey confirmed, "but rest you weight on your forearms, Jennie, and grip the end of the table ... Good, now curve your back a little ... Now, don't look down at the table. Lift your head so we can all see your face." 

She obeyed. Her new position had two obvious effects, one was to uncover her breasts which swung freely and visibly to all of us, the other was to lower her shoulders below her hips, so her butt seemed to offer itself in lascivious invitation. She reminded me of a cat stretching itself after a nap. With her fingers curled around the edge of the table, her hands even resembled paws.

I thought back to Angie's punishment. Her pose had been Winged Victory, and Jennie's pose seemed familiar, too; but what was it? Are there any famous statues of a cat? Then I realized that there is one: The Sphinx — the giant ancient Egyptian statue of a lion with a human head. With her head raised up, looking forward, Jennie's position was nearly that of the mysterious god, except that The Sphinx was not wearing panties and sticking its ass in the air. 

"Now then, Jennie," Mickey was saying, "as I understand it, Robby here is an ex of yours, isn't he?"

"Not really," Jennie replied, with a touch of irritation, "we went out a few times, but we never did anything." 

We all knew what she meant by "anything," so apparently Jennie had a very precise idea of what "ex" meant and she wanted us to know Robby was not that kind of "ex." Robby, for his part, flushed a bit at the public revelation that he had failed to score with Jennie, and the child-in-a-candy-store grin that seemed perpetually on his face disappeared. It seemed that he didn't find public embarrassment nearly as much fun when he was the target. 

"Oh, I see," said Mickey, with a tone of surprise at this revelation, although I doubt that he was. "Well, that's good actually because it means he won't have tender memories that might lead him to go too easy on you."

"Easy on me?" Jennie asked, although she must have understood what Mickey was getting at. 

"Yes, of course, everyone else here has taken a turn spanking a bad girl. It's Robby's turn now. Why don't you ask him ... politely?"

"Oh, God," Jennie sighed, "um ... OK ... uh, Robby, please ... uh ... give me a spanking to teach me not to lie and be mean to my friends." 

Robby's face lit up and the grin reappeared, wider than ever. This could hardly have turned out better for him. First, he'd had to be a passive observer as he witnessed my extended humiliation and then Mickey had denied him a turn punishing Angie. His ... uh ... anticipation must have built up to a feverish temperature. Now, he could join in the fun, and best of all, his target was a woman who had rejected his sexual advances. I had no doubt that Mickey had planned this all out in advance. 

Jennie, of course, was mortified at having to first present herself nearly nude like this to a man she had rejected, and then humbly invite him to spank her to his heart's content. Her face was scorched, and that wasn't the only fire in the room. My little button was burning too at the thought of what she was going through. I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together and then looked around in panicked embarrassment to see if anyone had caught my motion. All eyes were on Jennie, so no one had, but I noticed that Dani, standing behind the sofa, was also moving a tiny bit. At first I thought she was shivering, but as I watched it became clear that she was making small, barely perceptible, motions with her legs. First one knee would bend out by just a millimeter or two and the other would bend out while the first one straightened. This caused her bare thighs to slide against each other and her hips swing, but by just a couple of millimeters. If I hadn't been looking closely, I wouldn't have detected it at all, but there was no doubt; Dani, quite unconsciously I'm sure, was performing a barely perceptible slow-motion micro hula dance. 

When I turned my attention back to The Sphinx, Robby was standing just to the side of Jennie's hips. Raised up as she was on our coffee table, her butt was the perfect height for him to spank. He didn't even need to lean down. He was nearly licking his lips in anticipation and he looked at Mickey for approval to begin. Mickey just smiled and nodded. Interesting, I thought, how everyone, even other men, just naturally cede every decision to Mickey.

Whap! Robby's hand collided hard with Jennie's left bun. Clearly, he didn't believe in building slowly. She gave a little grunt in surprise at the force of it, but this was nearly drowned out by Robby himself who let out a whoop of joy as he watched her butt flatten and bounce back. His shout surprised me, I had grown used to Mickey's nearly silent spankings and, of course, Jennie and Angie hadn't made noises when they spanked me. But Robby was less inhibited, or less civilized (if those are in fact different things). 

Whap! He connected with her right side just as hard, and then he continued hard and fast. 

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

There was no subtlety to Robby's spanking style, which figured since there was no subtlety to anything about Robby. He just pounded it out and watching made me, and probably Jennie and Angie, realize how much more varied Mickey's spanks were, changing by angle, force, target, and other variables. Every Mickey-spank was unexpected in some way or another, and that contributed, I think, to the sense that he was in control. 

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Jennie was already moaning and twisting, and her breasts shook and swung with every blow.

Whap! "Uh."

Whap! "Anh!"

Whap! "Wawwh"

Whap! "Urggghhhh!"

Every now and then she'd jerk especially hard and Robby would whoop in pleasure.

Whap! "Ow!"

Whap! "Unh!"

Whap! "Ahh, errgg, ...,!"

"Yeah!" Robby exclaimed.

Whap! "Hahh-huh!"

Whap! "Aaaawww!"

Whap! "Wawwh ... [gasp]"

"Damn!" 

Whap! " Owwoooo! ... [sob]"

Whap! "Urggghhhh!"

Whap! "Anah anah, ow!"

"Woo hoo!" Robby chortled.

Mickey let it go on for nearly two minutes, which is a long time for a spanking that hard. Finally, he touched Robby's shoulder and said "Let's take a breather, Robby." 

Jennie sagged, breathing hard and sniffling. The white crotch band of her panties now divided two sore pink melons. Robby collapsed back in his chair. He was also breathing hard. I took the opportunity to check out Dani again. She was still doing her nearly undetectable hula, and from the rise and fall of her chest I think she was breathing hard too. 

Leftovers ... of a Dish Served Cold

There was silence for a minute before Mickey spoke.

"Alright, Jennie, go into your bedroom and bring out the hairbrush that was used on Soo May."

"Gad!" Jennie exclaimed with exasperation, although this could not possibly have come as a surprise. 

Resigned, she pushed herself up off the table and walked, head down, to her bedroom. She covered her bosom with her arms, although that seemed a little pointless now. 

Seconds later, she was back with the hairbrush. She tried to hand it to Mickey, but he just pointed to me with his thumb, hitchhiker style. She handed it to me and again looked at Mickey. This time he pointed to the coffee table. She got the message and resumed The Sphinx. 

"OK, Soo May," Mickey instructed softly, "give Jennie a good hairbrush spanking. Don't go easy on her, but since her preliminary spanking from Robby was a lot more ... brisk, than what Angie got, I think you should give her just 12 smacks."

I stood up and took the place where Robby had been. I pulled my arm back and took aim directly at the middle of the lower peak of Jennie's bottom.

Smack.

In truth, it wasn't very hard, and Mickey cleared his throat loudly to remind me not to go too easy. I remembered that two weeks before I had been powerfully motivated to swat Angie by thinking of the things she had done to me. Maybe that would work again. 

This, I thought to myself, is for making me wear a shame bonnet.

Smack!

This is for pretending to leave the apartment and then sneaking back so you could catch me playing with myself.

Smack!

For making me describe my spanking to Robby.

Smack!

Jennie's already sore butt began to clench and unclench and she moaned and grunted with each smack. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 10



For making me shuffle to the living room with my pants around my ankles.

Smack! "Ahhss!"

For making me get your hairbrush while I was bottomless with Robby watching.

Smack! "Oooww!"

Jennie's hips began to jerk and twist.

For making me run almost naked to the laundry room in front of Robby and letting him see my spank-pinkened bottom.

Smack! "Urrhhg!"

For making me lay down on a vibrating dryer.

Smack! "Eeeggg-ah!"

For making me run nearly naked in front of strangers.

Smack! "Rrruahh!"

By now I had worked myself into a fury and I just laid it on hard and fast.

Smack! "Ow-ow-unnh!"

Smack! "!"

Smack! "Urrrggghhh!"

It was at that point that Mickey grabbed my arm. 

"That was 12, Soo May," he said, "time to stop." 

I plopped down into my chair and realized that everyone but Jennie was looking at me. They seemed impressed. 

"No question about it, Soo May," Robby summed up, "you know how to swing a hairbrush."

Jennie, who was still clenching and twisting, didn't even seem to hear this.

"Mr. ... [gasp] ... Daniels, may I ... [huh] ... rub my butt?" she choked out tearfully.

Mickey gave her permission although his words were almost drowned out by laughter. Brad and Dani, and Robby, of course, still found it hilarious that Mickey's penitents had to ask permission to sooth their burning posteriors. Jennie must have heard the laughs, but she was in too much pain to be inhibited. She rose up to a kneeling position and began rubbing both hands up and down her buttocks. This made her breasts bounce up and down and brought a renewed wave of snickering from her audience. As she rubbed she made little gasps of relief, each one longer and deeper than its predecessor, as her bum slowly cooled and gradually stopped clenching.

"AH, ah, ahh ... ahhhh ... ahhhhh ... ohhhhhhh ..."

Even Angie and I could not help joining in the laughter at this. Jennie's face burned red.

A Switch in Time

After letting Jennie rub for a couple of minutes, Mickey ordered her to go fetch her gym bag. Like the rest of us, she was puzzled, but she obeyed, dashing off to her bedroom with one arm across her chest. She had gone only a few steps when Mickey asked me to get the switch in his satchel — the one he'd had me stash in my room. I hurried into my room, pulled the bag out from under my bed, unzipped it, and pulled out the switch. It was very thin and appeared to be made of wood but it was very flexible ... and nasty looking. I gave it a test swing and it made a whooshing sound; wwwuhhfff. An image came to my mind of Mickey swinging it toward my bare bottom and I felt a squirt in my tunnel. I shook my head to clear it of the picture and carried the wicked thing back to the living room. 

Jennie had already returned and was back in Sphinx position, and Brad was holding the gym bag on his lap. She was looking back over her shoulder to see where I had gone and her eyes widened in fear when she saw the switch in my hand. 

"Alright, Jennie," Mickey said, in his businesslike way, "I'm going to finish up your punishment with a switching. We'll start with five and then ... well, what happens after that will depend on whether you seem to have learned your lesson." 

With that, he took a position where Robby and I had stood and held the switch out a couple of feet behind Jennie's reddened ass. After a pause, he snapped his forearm and wrist and the switch whipped in a blur against her buns. The whoosh sound was punctuated with a quick "put" sound as it made contact on flesh.

Wwwuhhfff-put!

Jennie's upper body snapped straight up and her hands shot to her bottom. Her back arched as her face, with a grimace of pain, pointed up to the sky and she exclaimed loudly. 

"Awwwarrrrggghhhhh!"

"Get back in position, Jennie," Mickey said evenly, but with a slightly threatening tone. "If you do that again, the switch won't count and you'll get another."

With her eyes watering, Jennie complied, resuming the Sphinx and remembering to raise her head, so her face could be seen. Across her already pink rear, a darker red stripe began to appear.

Wwwuhhfff-put!

"Urgghhh!" she grunted through clenched teeth. She managed to keep her position this time, but her right leg kicked back rhythmically as she tried to shake away the pain. Another stripe appeared parallel and slightly above the first. 

Wwwuhhfff-put!

"Ooowwwoo! ... [sob] ..." she choked out breathlessly. 

This time the left leg kicked back spasmodically, much to Robby's and Brad's delight. I sensed movement to my right and looked to see Dani. Her short red hair had grown damp with sweat and she was doing her micro hula again, but it was faster and much more pronounced. Anyone looking at her would have seen it, but she seemed completely unaware that she was doing it. She just stared, as everyone else was, at Jennie's rear where a third stripe now crossed the earlier two.

For the next one, Mickey grasped the switch in the middle and held it vertically between Jennie's ankles where her feet extended beyond the end of the table, so it was pointing at the floor. He snapped it up so fast it was blur. 

Wwwuhhfff-put!

A short vertical fiery red stripe appeared almost instantly just to the left of, and parallel to, her butt crack. 

"Grrggrrrhhhggg! ... [gasp] ... oh, God," she exclaimed, her face a twisted mask of pain. 

A second later, he did it again, this time on the right side of her bum crack. 

Wwwuhhfff-put!

"EERRGGgggwwwhhh!"

Her body shot forward this time, her head and shoulders extending out beyond the end of the table as her waist and knees straightened. She was now lying flat on the cushions, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the end of the table. She began to scissor-kick her legs furiously as if she was trying to swim away from the pain. 

"Oh, oh, God, ... owww .... [gasp] ... hurts ... errh ... ahw ..."

Mickey tossed the switch to floor and folded his arms, watching, as were the rest of us, as Jennie's jerking and kicking and moaning slowly tapered off. She lay there breathing hard for nearly a minute before she realized that she was out of position. With a squeal of fright, she pushed herself back into her kinky Egyptian-god-with-a-submissive-streak posture. She looked fearfully back over her left shoulder at Mickey to see if he would make good on the promised penalty, but he had apparently decided to let it go, because he had turned his attention to something else.

Sportswoman of the Year

"OK, Brad," he said pleasantly, "go ahead and open that gym bag now and let's see what's in it."

Brad unzipped the bag and rummaged around in it with one hand, reporting what he saw.

"Hmm ... looks like a sports bra ... a sweatband ... a handball ... hair tie ... another handball ... another sweatband—"

"The handballs!" Mickey interrupted, "let's have a look at those."

What is it with Mickey and the handballs? I thought. Everyone else looked puzzled, too; except Jennie. In fact, she visibly stiffened at the mention of handballs. Hmm, that's odd, I thought.

"OK," said Brad, "here's one ... another ... and, oh, there's a third one. Here ya go."

He handed them over and Mickey and I saw that they were blue solid rubber balls, a smidgeon less than 2 inches in diameter. 

"So, you're a handball player, Jennie?" Mickey said as he carefully laid the three balls on the cushion between Jennie's knees.

"Uh, yeah," she replied warily.

"What type do you play? 1-wall, 2-wall, 3-wall, or 4-wall? Probably, 2-wall, right? Because that's the kind that's most athletic clubs have."

"Uh ... yeah ... 2-wall," she replied with an odd uncertainty in her voice.

"I tried to take up handball once, years ago," Mickey continued with a nostalgic smile, "but I could never master the elbow block and I couldn't keep from stepping over the penalty line. How do you avoid that?"

"Oh ... well ... uh ... you know ... it just takes practice," Jennie said cheerily, but there was a nervous quaver in her voice.

There was a long, long pause as Mickey just stood there with his arms folded looking down triumphantly at Jennie. Finally, he spoke.

"Jennie, ..." he said, pausing for effect, "there's no such thing as 2-wall handball."

"There isn't?" she replied in surprise.

"Nope," he continued, "and there's also no penalty line in handball and no such thing as an elbow block. I made all those things up."

I couldn't keep silent any longer. 

"Mickey, what the heck are you getting at? What does all this have to do with punishing Jennie?"

There was a chorus of muttered "yeah"s from some of the others. 

"What I'm getting at," he said, still smiling in victory, "is that Jennie knows nothing about handball; hence, she does not use her handballs to play handball."

"Shit," Jennie muttered under her breath although we heard it.

As we all tried to process this, Mickey spoke again.

"So, Jennie, this is how you are going to prove that you have learned your lesson: you are going to explain to us what you do with your handballs. If you don't tell the truth, and I know the truth, I will resume your switching." 

"No, not that!" Jennie almost shouted. "I'll tell. I'll tell!"

She was silent for a long moment, but when Mickey cleared his throat loudly she spoke again.

"I ... uh ... [sigh] ... I use them to play with myself." 

There were several gasps of surprise around the room, one of them mine. Then we looked at each other and seeing each other's surprised faces made us all smile. The smiles grew into infectious giggles which built and built until we were all, save Jennie and Mickey, laughing hard and couldn't stop. 

Jennie's head dropped to the cushion and she hid her face in it.

Robby was the first to get enough control over his laughter to speak.

"So those are her ... her ... toys!" he exclaimed, "Man, I wish I could see that!"

"Excellent idea," Mickey declared. "Jennie, I think you should demonstrate."

"Demon—?" Jennie began as her head jerked up in alarm, "you mean—? ... Oh, please, Mr. Daniels, don't make me do that!"

"Do what?" Mickey's voice suddenly became stern, uncompromising. "Do what you tricked Soo May into doing by turning on that dryer? Do what you pretended to 'catch' her doing? Do what you teased her about doing just before you pretended you were going to play handball?" 

Jennie sighed and hung her head. She had no valid grounds for mercy and she knew it. Just as Angie had had to masturbate in front of us two weeks before, she would now have to as well. And, given what the two of them had done to me, it was an appropriate punishment. 

Mickey made that throat clearing noise again, and Jennie slowly reached one arm between her legs and picked up one of the handballs that Mickey had placed on the cushion between her knees. But I found that I couldn't pay much attention because there was something nagging at the back of my mind — some unresolved riddle.

"Wait," I said, "there's something puzzling me."

Everyone looked at me. Even Mickey, for once, seemed surprised. 

I thought about how Jennie had always claimed to have had great sex with her boyfriend after our sessions with Mickey; but I also remembered how she always made sure that she had her handballs with her when she went to see him. Then, I thought about the night she and Angie had humiliated me here. She had invited Robby to come and watch a movie. But why invite an ex-boyfriend? Why not invite her current boyfriend? She said that she had run into Robby, but running into an ex doesn't require you to invite him over. 

If my life were a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared above my head at that moment. 

"Jennie," I said, "you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

She sighed and said in a tiny voice, "No."

"And you haven't had one for months have you?"

"No."

"Wha?" Angie interjected, "so all those times you said you had great sex with your boyfriend after our Wine and Fantasy sessions, that wasn't true, it was really just you and ... and —" 

"The handballs!" Dani interjected with a giggle.

"Yes," Jennie affirmed with another sigh.

"I see," Mickey said, and then, looking at me with admiration, he smiled and added "very insightful." 

"But, Jennie," I asked, "where? ... how?"

"In the back seat of my car," she whispered.

So both Angie and Jennie had been self-pleasuring after our Wine and Fantasy sessions, I thought. The only difference between them and me is that I also did it during the sessions, at least since Mickey started attending.

Mickey's voice interrupted my thoughts. 

"Time's a-wastin', Jennie."

Slowly, her face red with embarrassment, Jennie brought the handball she was clutching to her mouth. She popped it in and worked it around for a few seconds, getting it wet. Then she picked it out and snaked her hand into the waistband of her panties. 

"Just a moment, Jennie," Mickey admonished. "We have to be able to see what you are doing or you are not really demonstrating. Get those panties off."

"Oh ... shit," she said for the second time that night. 

But she knew there was no bargaining with Mickey, with a sniffle, she rose up from Sphinx position to a kneel and put both her thumbs into the waistband of the undies. She paused, squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then pushed them down to her knees in one sudden jerk. Quickly, she pulled first one side and then the other past her knees and then pulled the panties off her feet. 

"YEAH!" Robby shouted out with glee, like a reindeer cheering on Rudolph. 

I guess I couldn't blame him. After all, here was an ex-girlfriend, one who had rejected his advances, stark naked just a few feet in front of him. In the "he who laughs last" sweepstakes, Robby had won a top prize.

Jennie winced at his shout and turned her face away from him as she resumed the Sphinx. 

Again, she wetted the handball in her mouth, reached back between her legs and began to rub the ball around her nether lips. Since my chair faced the end of the coffee table, her rear was pointed right at me. I had the best view. No one else, except Mickey standing a little to the left and behind Jennie, could see exactly what she was doing. One by one, beginning with Robby, they came over to where I was sitting to share my view. Robby sat on the left arm of the chair and Brad sat on the right arm. Dani came over from behind the sofa and stood behind my chair, and she was soon joined by Angie. 

Jennie had closed her eyes and lowered her upper body so that she could rest the side of her head on the cushion. She was now in the "bottoms up" position I had been in our very first session with Mickey. She continued to roll and rub the ball around her privates. Before long the ball was glistening with more than just saliva, and the lips seemed to swell and bloom. In a couple of more minutes, it became apparent that the lips were now wrapped around the ball. Jennie continued to roll it within the entryway of her quim, stretching herself open. Soon the ball was halfway in and the lips were stretched obscenely around its circumference. Jennie's quim reminded me of nothing so much as a miniaturized version of cheap 1950s science fiction movie monster slowly but inexorably swallowing the hero's spherical spaceship. A minute later it was more in than out and Jennie's slowly roving palm was gently squeezing her lips against it until finally the ball disappeared altogether as the monster's lips came together again. 

Jennie's right palm continued a slow circular massage of her pubis, which was now bulging around the handball. It was at this point that I became aware that Jennie was making small mewing sounds and her knees were very slowly spreading wider on the cushion. After a couple more minutes, we saw her left hand slide into view between her legs and she grabbed a second handball. The left hand disappeared and soon she popped the second ball into her mouth. After sucking it a few seconds, she brought back to crotch and began to roll and rub it over her pubis and clit just as she had the first one. Only now, of course, her happy clam was being squeezed between two balls; one inside and one outside. 

After a few minutes of this, Jennie's breathing and mewing became louder, and we saw that the monster was hungry again. It was slowly beginning to suck in the second ball, too. Her hips began to twist from side to side and she became louder and louder.

"Mmmmhhhh ... [huh] ... unnnnhuuuh ... nnnahhh ... [huh] ... yahhhh ..."

It wasn't long before the insatiable monster had gobbled up in the second ball, too. Jennie frantically grabbed for the third ball and, eyes still closed, brought it to her mouth and hungrily licked it and sucked it. Soon it, too, was soaking and she brought it back to her crotch and began to roll it with her palm over her starving monster. With the other hand, she massaged her breasts and nipples. 

"NNNNaahhh ... oh ... mmmmmhhhhhmmmm ... yes ... huhhhh ..."

"Damn," Robby whispered in awe.

Suddenly, she rolled over on her back, apparently oblivious now to our presence. Both cushions slid off the table so she was lying on her back right on the polished wood. She spread her legs wide and planted one foot on the floor on either side of the coffee table. Still using the palm of one hand, she rolled the last handball in a tight circle around her clitoral hood. Her neck arched so her face was practically upside down, her chin pointed to the ceiling and her mouth opened wide. Her moans began to resemble a musical refrain. There were two or three long breathy notes followed by a couple of quick staccato groans and then a kind of sigh of homecoming. 

"Ohhhhoo ... ohhhhooo ... uh— uh— ahannn ..."

"Ohhhhoo ... ohhhhooo ... ohhhhooo ... uh— uh— ahannn ..."

"Ohhhhoo ... ohhhhooo ... uh— uh— ahannn ..."

After a while, her upper body began to slowly undulate: first her head and shoulders would rise up off the table, then they sank back again and her chest would rise, then the chest subsided as she arched her lower back, and finally her hips rose up off the table as she pushed down on the floor with her feet. Her ball-stuffed mons became the highest point of her body. The monster seemed to be straining up, hungrily snapping at that last ball. 

As she neared her climax, her sounds became a steady machine gun. 

"Uh— uh— uh— uh— uh— uh— uh— uh ..."

The undulating stopped and her knees straightened. One foot shot out and nearly kicked Robby where he sat on the left arm of my chair and the other nearly reached Brad on my right. The hand that she had been using to gently caress her breasts became more aggressive; squeezing hard and pulling at her nipples. 

As she came, her legs actually rose in the air, almost pointing to the ceiling, and they spread wide. She dropped the ball she was holding and it bounced once on the table and rolled off. With both hands she squeezed her pubis around the swallowed balls.  

"NNNNUUUHHHHHUMMMAH! ... [gasp]"

She sagged and exhaled deeply. Her arms and legs fell to her sides. After she lay there breathing hard for several seconds, she kind of "woke up" to where she was, and rolled over on her side, hiding her love nest from us. Then she removed the two handballs.

"Damn!" Robby repeated, out loud this time, "that was even better than Angie was." 

"Well," said Mickey, "I think Jennie has been sufficiently punished, so—"

Before he could finish, Jennie dashed for her pants where they lay on the floor and put them on (skipping her panties), and then she put on her blouse. Angie, meanwhile, picked up her slacks to put them on, too. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 10



Brad, Robby, and I stood up from the chair we'd been sharing. I was about to look at Mickey for confirmation that the evening was drawing to a close when I noticed that Dani's pants were still on the floor where I'd kicked them. I pivoted to look at her where she stood behind the chair to see why she'd made no move to put her pants on. She was just standing there, lost in her own world and staring at Mickey with adoring eyes. 

I glanced at Brad who, in turn, was looking at Dani. But it didn't look like adoration. His smile had become ridged and frozen again, his jaw set tight, and the slight blue of anger was back in his face. 

To be continued in Chapter 11. 



The Disciplinarian Ch. 11



Just One More Thing

"Well, as I was about to say," Mickey resumed, "there are just a couple more things to take care of tonight. First, it is now up to Soo May whether to forgive you two. So, do you, Soo May?"

"Yes," I replied, looking first at Angie and then Jennie, "I forgive you, but from now on I will decide what underwear you can wear to our Wine and Fantasies."

They both quickly agreed to this and hugged me. 

With the punishment show over, Robby was already losing interest and was edging toward the door. Brad picked up Dani's pants apparently intending to hand them to her. 

I looked at Mickey, and was about to ask what was the second thing we needed to take care of when Dani spoke up.

"Uh, Mr. Daniels ..." she said hesitantly, "Don't you think ... I mean, to be fair ... I mean ... well ... I was thinking ..."

"Yes?" Mickey said, raising one eyebrow slightly in expectation. 

"Well ..." she continued, "I really don't want to, but ... in the interest of fairness ... I mean ... after all, I was here, too, when Soo May had to run across this room, and I laughed at her and I'm so sorry, and ... well ... anyway, I think I deserve to be spanked also."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brad stiffen. Robby smiled and took a step back toward us from the door, his interest suddenly renewed. I heard someone titter, so softly, I couldn't tell if it was Angie or Jennie. Both of them stepped over to the far side of Dani, so we all formed a semi-circle facing her. I was shocked, but within a moment, remembering Dani's micro hula dance, I realized that I shouldn't be. 

Mickey did not seem shocked. In fact, he looked like he was expecting this. 

"Gee, I don't know Dani," he said, feigning reluctance, "you and Brad and Robby had no idea what was going to happen when you came here that night. You could hardly have known that your host and a friend were in the process of punishing her flatmate."

"Um ... yes, but ..." Dani floundered, "I just feel like I was unnecessarily cruel in the way I laughed at Soo May, so I think that— I mean, I don't want to— but for the sake of justice— I mean, I just think that I deserve—"

"Hey, look at that!" Robby interrupted, pointing.

We all turned to see what he was pointing at. It was Dani's crotch. She had not yet put her pants back on and there was an unmistakable wet spot right at the point of the frilly pink "V" of her panties. 

Dani looked down and slapped both hands over her front as her face turned crimson. Instinctively, she bent forward and stepped back away from us.

Everyone, except Brad and I, was chuckling at her (or, in Mickey's case, barely suppressing a laugh). The blue in Brad's face was turning purple and he finally dropped that frozen smile. 

"Well," Mickey said, after a pause to let people get control of their mirth, "I don't think Soo May really wants to spank you, Dani, ... do you, Soo May?" 

I got the hint.

"No, I don't," I said. 

Yes, I do, I thought. 

Jennie and Angie saw the fake smile on my face and put their hands over their mouths to keep themselves from laughing. 

"But," Mickey addressed Dani, "given your ... uh ... evident desire ...," he paused and looked directly at her hand-covered crotch, "... for, uh ... justice ..." 

Angie and Jennie, who had started giggling when he said "evident desire," burst out laughing at "justice." Robby joined in, although from the slightly puzzled look on his face, I don't think he got it. I found myself chuckling, too, and Mickey's humor even penetrated Brad's fury enough that he involuntarily smiled. 

Dani's face flushed even redder and she blinked rapidly as her eyes teared up slightly at her embarrassment. I was reminded of our second session with Mickey when he had sent me down the hallway to fetch a cucumber with my own panties visibly soaked. The memory set off a spark of arousal in my clitty. 

"Perhaps," Mickey said as the laughter died away, "the justice you seek can be meted out by ... Brad?"

We all turned to look at Brad, who seemed startled to find himself the center of attention. He looked at us, turning from face to face as he thought it over, his stage-fright at war with his anger at Dani.

Do it, Brad, I thought to myself. Do it. She's pushed the raft away from the shore. It's about to float down to the rapids. Jump on board before it floats away!

Slowly, his face relaxed, and his expression changed from perplexity to determination. He turned to look squarely at Dani. His eyes narrowed, and a satisfied grin grew slowly across his face. 

"Yes ...," he said in a whisper, as if he were still thinking to himself.

"Yes, indeed ...," he said, louder now, "I think Dani does need to ... atone for a few things."

Brad's grin grew into an evil smile that would have done a Bond villain proud, and he strode over to Dani, grabbed her wrist and began to pull her toward the sofa. With a look of real fear in her eyes, she planted her feet and pulled back. For a moment they looked like two small children each trying to pull a toy out of the other one's hands.

Atta boy, I thought, he's not only joined her in the raft, he's taken control of the tiller.

Scoop!

"Brad," Mickey suddenly interrupted, "if I may?"

He asked this like a man at a dance would ask "May I cut in?"

Brad, surprised, immediately nodded assent, let go of Dani, and backed away as if to give Mickey room to do whatever he had in mind. 

"Sit down right there, Brad" Mickey continued, pointing to the end of the sofa, "so your thigh is right up against the armrest."

Brad did so, squeezing himself against the armrest as if five people were trying to fit on the sofa and he was the man on the end. 

Mickey strode over to Dani until he was beside her, facing her left flank, and so close that her shoulder and arm were touching his chest. She did not move away as she had from Brad. Indeed, her face seemed to glow with anticipation. 

Is it too late to say that I DO want to spank her? I thought.

The next few seconds happened in a blur.

Pressing his lips together with determination, Mickey swept his right hand in a scooping motion between her legs and grabbed her crotch from behind. She screeched in surprise and her eyes bugged out. His fingers were now on the narrow pink band that covered her mons, his right wrist was against the crack or her ass. In between, his palm was against her crotch between her legs. He lifted up and pushed her forward, so that she had no choice but to stagger forward on her tip toes. In this way, he "guided" her to the end of the sofa so that she was facing the armrest. With one firm lift and shove he dumped her unceremoniously over the armrest next to Brad. She was now face down, her ass raised high across the armrest, her legs drooping off the end of the sofa with her toes on the floor. Her chest was on Brad's lap and her head and arms rested on the seat of the sofa on the other side of him. She looked stunned.

And she wasn't the only one. The whole thing had taken just seconds, less time than it took you to read my description of it. The rest of us just froze shocked and open-mouthed. 

But shock wasn't the only thing I was feeling. The whole scene had made me fizzy, and not just because of the way Mickey had grabbed her by the crotch, although that was part of it. It was also because of the way he manhandled her into the place and position he wanted. It was so quick, so silent, so decisive, so ... uncompromising. It made me gooey. 

Robby walked around to position himself a few feet behind Dani where he had the best view of her ass. Seeing his movement, she blushed and squeezed her legs together trying to minimize what was visible. 

"Now then, Dani," Mickey continued, "I think you should tell us why you deserve to be spanked. You said it was because you laughed at Soo May when she ran across this room on your first visit; but I don't think that's what Brad thinks you need to atone for."

"Well ... um ...," Dani seemed to think a little, "I guess maybe I should have consulted with my boyfriend before I agreed to take off my panties so they could be used as a gag."

"And?" Brad intervened, dragging out a one-word question.

"And ... uh ... also I should have put my pants back on before I came back out to the living room."

"Anything else?" Mickey asked, tag-teaming with Brad.

"Uh ... yeah ... I probably should have gotten Brad's agreement before coming here braless tonight."

I looked at Jennie and she looked back at me and nodded. We were both thinking the same thing. Dani's lascivious outfit must have been what they'd been fighting about on the way here. 

"And?" Brad asked again.

"Well," she continued, "it was probably a bad idea to get brand new, sexy panties to wear here tonight and not tell Brad."

"Do I gather from that," Mickey asked, "that you were planning all along to volunteer to help host ... or find some other excuse to take your pants off?"

"Yes," she whispered in embarrassment. 

Brad's jaw tightened and some of the blue came back to his face at this revelation, although I'm pretty sure he was the only one who hadn't already figured this out. Well, Robby probably hadn't either, since he rarely figured anything out.

"So, then," Mickey directed, "tell us what sort spanking you think you deserve."

"Huh?" Dani said, surprised by the question, "... uh, well ... just like Jennie got, except no hairbrush or switch."

"I think that's going to be Brad's decision," Mickey said, "but I have another question: should you be spanked in private or in front of the rest of us?"

"In front of everyone," Dani whispered, blushing.

"And what should your bottom look like when it's over?" Mickey continued the interrogation.

"Really red, like Jennie's and Angie's were."

"How long and hard should the spanking be?" he asked, then adding "Angie and Jennie were crying and rubbing their bottoms."

"Ok, mine should be that long and hard, too," Dani agreed. 

She then made a very slight movement of her hips which no one else seemed to notice, but I recognized it as a horizontal version of the mini-hulu dance. 

"And how should you be dressed?" Mickey continued. "Weren't Jennie and Angie topless?"

"Oh ... right ... well ... um ... OK, I guess I should be, too." 

"Now, then," said Mickey, "why don't you put all that together into an apology to Brad and a polite request for the spanking you deserve. Use complete sentences."

"Oh ... uh ...," Dani searched for words before continuing, "Brad, I'm sorry for ... uh ... exposing myself without discussing it with you first ... um ... so please spank me ... um ... topless in front of everyone until my butt is red and I'm crying and begging to rub it."

"Anything for you, dear," Brad said sarcastically. "Now get that shirt off."

Although her blouse had a buttoned front, it was difficult to unbutton while lying face down, so she simply pulled it over her head. Her breasts were now mashed against her man's lap. She was now naked, save for those pink "V"s, front and back. She looked mortified and I suspected that she was beginning to have second thoughts about her fidelity to justice. 

Brad looked at Mickey for approval to proceed. Mickey just nodded back at him, and Brad immediately raised his right arm and smacked his palm hard on Dani's right bun. 

"Ah!" Dani gasped and jerked. I could tell that it stung more than she had imagined it would. Her hands flew back to cover her bum.

"Hey, no covering up," Brad protested, as he grabbed both her hands in his and firmly returned her arms to his other side. And then ...

Smack! 

He struck the other hill. There was another gasp and another jerk, from Dani. And once again her hands shot back to cover her bum. 

"I can see that Dani is going to have real difficulty not covering up," Mickey said. "Brad, can I suggest that you have her put her hands on her crotch."

"You heard the man," Brad said, gruffly, and he punctuated the order with a slap on the back of her thigh.

"Ah!" she cried out, and then she lifted her hips on one side and slipped her left hand under them with her palm against her crotch. She then rolled her hips to the other side and put her right hand on her left. The effect was to pin her hands between her hips and the armrest. But her new position also made her seem much more submissive and raised her hips even higher. 

How does Mickey think of these things? I wondered, not for the first time.

Brad wasted no time giving her a test spank.

Smack! 

Again we heard the gasp and saw the jerk, but this time her hands stayed in place.

Satisfied at the new arrangement, Brad began to rain spanks all over Dani's ass. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Before long, Dani was making "ow!" and "ah!" sounds that grew louder and louder. As Brad continued, she twitched and jerked with each blow. At first she tried to keep her face toward the backrest of the sofa so she wouldn't have to see us, but soon she was jerking her head up and we could see her red face.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Well into the second minute, she began to twist at the waist. Her noises grew longer and more frantic: "Owww! Unnnh! Uhhh! Errggh!" 

Dani's eyes had grown big and red with moisture. It was obvious that she was finding that real spanks hurt a lot more than imaginary ones.

Smack! Smack! Smack! 

Near the end of the second minute, she began to buck her hips against her hands and the armrest while continuing her twisting as she tried to shake away the pain. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Robby watched in fascination as her Dani's buttocks clenched and unclenched spasmodically, as if she thought she could squeeze the pain out them. 

"Damn!" he said, "she's got a nice ass on her."

Brad paused for a short rest, during which Dani's gasping and panting was the only sound. When he resumed, his pace slowed but he smacked at top strength aiming for the sensitive lower peak of Dani's now very pink ass. 

Smack!!   Smack!!   Smack!!

"That's it," Mickey coached in a half-whisper, "vary the pace."

Brad beamed at Mickey's approval and continued.

Smack!!   Smack!!   Smack!!

After a minute of these, Dani's twisting reached from her ankles to her shoulders and her cries no longer correlated with the spanks. She simply howled at the continuous burning in her butt.

"Oooowwwww!"

Smack!!   Smack!!   Smack!!

"Ahhhhhhhyyaaa!" 

Smack!!   Smack!!   Smack!!

"Oh, oh, oh, that hurts!"

Smack!!   Smack!!   Smack!!

"Unnnh! Not so hard, please, Mister— I mean, Brad!" 

What was that, I thought, had she started to say Mister Daniels? Was she pretending that Mickey was spanking her?

Brad may have wondered the same thing. In a fury, he grabbed the waistband of her flimsy panties and yanked them down to the backs of her lower thighs. 

"Nooo!" Dani nearly screeched. "Not that!"

She tried to pull her hands out from under her hips, probably hoping she could reach her undies and pull them back up. But Brad pushed her back down with his left arm as he resumed the barrage with his right, laying on the blows hard and fast. 

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

"Ah, unh, oww! ... Errrhooow! ... Arggghhhh!"

Now that her panties had come back into the view of the rest of us, stretched from thigh to thigh, we could see that the wet spot on the crotch was bigger than ever. Robby gleefully pointed this out.

"Look!" he said laughing, "her panties are so soaked you can see through them."

Dani's face turned scarlet and she blinked back tears of humiliation at this further confirmation that "justice" was not her real motivation in submitting to a spanking.

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

"Arrrgghh ... owww ... oooh."

Watching her had its usual effect on me and my faucet began to drip again. 

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

"Huhh-hunk! ... arggghhh! ... oooowww! ... [gasp] ..."

She was soon twisting and kicking again and the panties slid past her knees, then to her ankles, and finally they were kicked off. 

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

"Oh! Arrgh! [gasp] O, God! Owww! Unnnnnhhh! Please! [sob] Ooonnnggg! Ahh, ooo, ...

She was now kicking in every direction; up, back, to the side; first one leg then the other. When she kicked wide, she gave her audience a complete view of all her secrets, a fact that Robby gleefully pointed out. She was mortified, but the pain, not her mind, controlled her movements. 

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!

"Grrrhhh! ... unnnooo! ... [gasp] ... uh-hun-hun-hun! ... [sob]"

When Brad finally stopped, breathing hard himself, Dani continued to twitch, twist, buck, and clench for another minute. When she realized that he had stopped, she pulled her hands out from under her hips and seized her burning red rump which she massaged vigorously while she continued to twist and mew in pain.

"Oh ... ah ... oh ... ow ... [gasp] ... arghh ... uh ... uh ... [gasp] ... oh, God ... [gasp] ... un."

When she had finally caught her breath, Mickey instructed her to thank her beau-cum-scourge, adding his usual proviso requiring complete, polite sentences.

"Thuh- Thank you, Brad," she stammered, "for ... uh ... teaching me to always talk with you before exposing myself in public."

Brad made her lie there in nude humility for a few more minutes before he allowed her to get dressed. This time she did not forget her pants. 

One More "Just One More Thing"

Once again we all began to stretch and the guests began to edge toward the door. It was then that I remembered the question I was about to ask Mickey when Dani had interrupted to request a spanking.

"Mickey," I asked, "you said there were two things we needed to take care of. My forgiving Angie and Jennie was one of them. What's the other?

"I was about to bring that up, myself," he replied, holding up his hands and swirling them in a "gather 'round me" gesture. 

When he had everyone's attention, he continued, "There's actually one more punishment on the agenda this evening."

Mickey paused and we all looked at him puzzled. Finally, after a long pause, he pivoted toward me.

"Soo May," he said.

"Huh— whuh— me?— but—" was my brilliant reaction.

"I haven't mentioned this before because I wanted your attention focused on punishing Jennie and Angie," he began to explain, "but the fact is that I'm disappointed in how easily you fell for their deception."

"Oh?" was all I could say.

"Yes," he continued, "it shows a distinct lack of faith in me and ... in my love for you."

"Gee ... um ... well, I ... uh ...," I searched for words. 

"Also, I've been thinking about it," he continued, "and I've come to see that Jennie and Angie might actually have a point about your masturbation."

I blushed at his raising this subject. Robby gave me his insipid grin and I knew he was remembering the sight of me on the dryer. 

As he continued to talk, Mickey walked over to the sofa and put the leftmost seat cushion on top of the middle cushion.

"I think it's perfectly healthy, but ...," he paused, "playing with yourself in an unlocked laundry room when you knew Robby was here ... well, healthy or not, perhaps a little more self-restraint would be a good idea."

As he said this, Mickey put the rightmost seat cushion on top of the other two.

"I ... uh ... I see," I said, with a sense of foreboding, "well I promise I'll never doubt you again and ... I'll ... uh ... try to show more restraint about ... uh ..."




The Disciplinarian Ch. 11



"Good, good," Mickey said as he added two large throw cushions onto the stack he'd created in the middle of the sofa. "But I think we can make the lesson more memorable, don't you?"

I knew there was only one acceptable answer. 

"Yes," I signed, lowering my head.

"Good, I'm glad you agree," he said, a remark that brought giggles from everyone present save me. "Now, would you all please come around to the back side of the sofa?"

"You, too, Soo May," he said, pointing to a spot directly beside the middle of the back of the sofa.

I stood where he indicated and the others made a semi-circle around us. 

Mickey folded his arms, looked at me and after a long pause, finally said "Shoes!" in an impatient tone that suggested he was surprised that he even had to say it. 

I kicked them off. He pointed at my slacks and wagged his index finger up and down. 

Sighing, I unbuttoned my pants, and with a sniffle at what I was about to do in front of Robby and Brad, I turned my back on the others and let the pants drop to the carpet. I was wearing yellow undies with parallel rows of white ruffles. I clamped my hands on my backside to reduce as much as possible the visibility of the undies. With my back turned, I didn't have to see their faces, but I couldn't stop my ears from hearing Robby.

"Yessss!" he hissed loudly the way sports fans do when the home team makes a great play. 

"Alright, Soo May," Mickey instructed, "bend over the back of the sofa and rest your upper body on the cushions."

With a flush of embarrassment, I complied; but the sofa was actually too high for me to just bend over it. I had to hoist myself up to get my hips to the top of the sofa's backrest. I then bent over it so my upper body was on the cushion mountain that Mickey had built and my legs were dangling in the air with my toes scrapping against the back of the sofa a few inches above the floor. The pile of cushions wasn't quite as high as the back of the sofa, so my butt was higher than the rest of me, two yellow hills with a forest of white magnolia trees; the girliest place in the landscape. 

"That's it," Mickey said approvingly. 

"Now, Soo May," he continued, "you told me recently that you can do the splits on the top edge of a sofa. Would you please demonstrate that for us?"

Damn, I thought, I forgot that I told him how Jennie and Angie had made me do a split on the back of Angie's couch. But there was no getting out of it. Slowly I lifted my left leg up and laid it along the length of the top of the backrest. Then I did the same with my right. Just as at Angie's place, my body now made a T-shape and the muscles of my butt, thighs, and calves were stretched hard and taut.

The assembled audience immediately erupted into laughter. I assumed it was at my lewd position, but then Robby, barely containing his laughs, said "Ha ... even more than Dani ... hoo hoo."

What did he mean "even more than Dani"? I thought. I looked back over my shoulder. Everyone seemed to be looking at my crotch and each of them, save Mickey, was chuckling. I reached back and put my hand on it. 

I was soaking wet. 

"Oh, God, no!" I couldn't help but cry out in mortification. Watching Jennie and Dani being punished had almost literally pushed my button, and now there was a dark swamp on the lower slopes of the Girly Hills, below the tree line. The split position had revealed to everyone that my interest in tonight's proceedings was not about "justice" any more than Dani's had been. I gripped the cushion on which I lay with both hands and tried to push my face into it. I lay there sniffling in embarrassment for several seconds before Mickey spoke. 

"Now, then," Mickey said, stepping over to stand just behind my left calf where he could spank me without blocking the view of onlookers, "I think a good hard hand spanking should help you remember to have more faith in me."

Seconds later I felt his hand smack down on my left bun. I jerked as I always did in response to the first spank and emitted a sound somewhere between grunt and a groan.

Spank! "Hunnkk."

He gave me several more, all on the same side. I couldn't help but make exclamations of pain. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow ... Ohh ... Unh"

In response to this onslaught, my left bun tried to clench, but that really isn't possible in "split" position. Instead, my left bun began to slide forward an inch after every smack as if it was trying to get farther away from Mickey's hand. This caused my upper body to slide horizontally to the right. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Aw ... Uhh ... Onh ... Eg ... Ergh ... Ow ..."

Soon I was in danger of sliding off the right side of the cushion mountain Mickey had created. Seeing this, he shifted the smacks to right bun. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ahh ... Enh ... Ergh ... [gasp] ... Ennurh ..."

Of course, then my right bun began sliding forward and my upper body began sliding back to the left on the cushions. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Owh ... unhuh ... omh ... uh ... arwh ..."

By now, my hips had slid all the way off the top of the backrest and were resting on the cushions. 

"You're out of position, Soo May," Mickey pointed out. 

But he didn't wait for me to get back in position myself. Instead, he clamped his hands on my hip bones and in one quick decisive motion, he dragged me up and back until I was in place again. I gasped in surprise. Now it was my turn to be literally manhandled and despite my shock I was aware of how good it felt to feel his hands grip me. But even better than his grip was the fact that he moved me so ... commandingly. It was like the feeling I get when a dance partner spins me, except multiplied a thousand times. 

The dragging motion also had the effect of dragging my pubes against the back of the sofa and pulling the yellow fabric over my crotch tighter. That felt good, too. The water level was rising in the swamp. 

Mickey resumed. Once again, he smacked the left side exclusively to start with. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! 

"Errg! ... unh! ... [sniffle] ... ouch!"

This time, with my little bun already sore, my hips slid further and faster with each whack. In just a few spanks my left side was off the top of the backrest again, and Mickey switched to the right. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow! ... unh! ... ahh ... errgg ..."

I had once again slid completely off the backrest and, again, Mickey dragged me back, to the amusement of the onlookers. The silky yellow band across my crotch was stretched again and I knew that my pubic hair was now visible on either side of it. 

Mickey started up again, alternating sides. He'd clobber the magnolias on Old Left Girly and then smack the ones on Old Right Girly.

Spank! "Ah-ah"

Spank! "Ehh"

Spank! "Ow"

Spank! "Uh"

Each side would slide forward in response to a spank, so the effect of his alternating from one to the other was that I was snaking forward on the mountain of cushions. I could hear my audience laughing at this. Even in my state of pain and mortification, I marveled at Mickey's ability to produce these extra moments of humiliation during a spanking. Where did he learn all this? I wondered. Is there Ph. D. program at Harvard in Spankology, or a secret NASA research center in humiliation?

Spank! "Oh"

Spank! "Nuhh"

Spank! "Aw"

Spank! "Dih"

Every nine or ten spanks would find me completely out of position again and Mickey would drag me back. Before long the panties were wedged in my front crack with the swollen lips of my cunny curling around them. 

Eventually, Mickey grew tired of moving me back into position. After he'd put me back in "split" position for the fifth or sixth time, he had me slip my hands under my thighs, palm side down, and grip the top edge of the backrest. My curved fingers were just visible to the audience on either side of my lewdly spread, and very wet, crotch. Just as Dani had looked more submissive when her hands were pinned under her hips, I felt, and probably looked, more submissive with my own hands thrust down near my crotch.

"Now, don't let go, Soo May," Mickey ordered sternly, "hold yourself in position." 

With that he resumed, increasing the tempo and following no particular pattern as he peppered my behind. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ah, unh, oww! Errrhooow, Arggghhhh!"

After 90 seconds, I was crying and jerking as much as was possible while still maintaining the split.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh, oh, [gasp], arrrrggghhh, ouch, unnn, [gasp], huhuh [sniffle], oww ..."

By the two-minute mark, I began to shake my knees in a fast rhythm as if I could vibrate the pain away. Despite the pain, I was aware of the show I was putting on and new waves of humiliation washed over me. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh! Arrgh! [gasp] O, God! Owww! Unnnnnhhh! Please! [sob] Ooonnnggg! Ahh, ooo, ..."

It was at this moment that I began to feel something more than humiliation and pain. Mickey's relentless spanking was having its usual effect on me. The sounds I was making became more varied. In between the 'ouch's and 'ow's, were noises that were closer to coos than to moans.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow! ohhh Arrgh! ... ahh [gasp] Owww! mmmmmm, ... huh ...

I knew what was happening, but I was powerless to stop it.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Oo! [gasp] Errgh! mmmhhhmmm Owww! oh oh, aaahhh ...

I could hear Angie and Jennie tittering. They detected the difference in sound, although Robby, Brad, and Dani had not yet. Mickey, of course, also knew exactly what was happening and, diabolically, he suddenly slowed his pace and lowered the force of the blows.

Spank.

"Arh ... uhh"

Spank.

"Ow ... unnn"

Spank.

"Ow, ow ooo ... hmmm [gasp]"

His slow spanks were torturing me. They were enough to keep me aroused, but not enough for the arousal to build. 

Spank. 

"Uh, mmmmmum"

Spank. 

"Ah, nnnnmm"

Spank. 

"Ouch, uhh ohh"

I couldn't take it anymore, and I knew what I needed. 

"Uh ... [gasp] ... Muh— Mickey," I said breathily, "could you ... um ... spank harder."

A Tiresome Chore

"What!?" Robby practically shouted.

There were noises of disbelief from Brad and Dani as well. Angie and Jennie only giggled. For the next few seconds I heard a cacophony of voices all talking over each other. The three guests at first all expressed disbelief that I really said what they thought I'd said. Jennie and Angie however assured them, through their laughter, that I had. I could discern only snippets in the chaos.

"... sounded like she said ... but that can't be ..."

"... ha ... oh, she means it ... she's always like this ... "

"... she can't really want ..."

"... happens every time she's spanked ... heh, heh ..."

Eventually the voices merged into a single chorus of laughter. I cringed and buried my face in the cushions, hot tears of humiliation dripped from my eyes. But I had reached the point where humiliation and arousal built on each other and even in my extreme embarrassment, I felt my privates pulsing with desire, and my hips began to twitch.

When the laughter quieted a bit, Mickey spoke up.

"Gee, I don't know, Soo May," he said slowly, "it's been a long night and my arm is tired. Just a few more to finish up and then your punishment will be over."

"Finish?" I said, "no, no. It's too soon. I mean, I deserve much more."

This brought another round of laughter. I raised my voice so I could be heard over it.

"Could you at least make it sting more?" I continued. "Maybe you could use the paddle."

The laughter intensified. 

"If sting is what you want, Soo May," Mickey replied, "the main obstacle is those thick undies you're wearing."

I got the hint. I pushed myself back and dropped to my feet behind the sofa, still facing away from my tormentors. Six weeks ago, I'd been mortified by the thought of running past these same people with my bare butt showing, so mortified that I'd fashioned a homemade diaper to cover myself. But now in the masochistic delirium that Mickey had spanked me into, my priorities were quite different. I grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked them down to where they fell on their own to floor. I heard gasps behind me, but I ignored them and hoisted myself back up onto the back of the couch and bent forward again. I raised one dangling leg and laid it along the top of the sofa and then did the same with the other. Once again I slipped my hands under my thighs to grasp the top of the sofa. The bare little butt that I'd worked so hard to hide from these people now yawned open before them, the pucker of my anus prominently exposed. And below that, my swollen and soaking quim was fully visible too.

My strip tease drove the laughter and sounds of shock to another crescendo which drove home to me the fact that Dani, Brad, and, worst of all, Robby, could now all see my private treasures. Humiliation-arousal, for they were really all one thing for me at this point, surged in me again. 

"OK, Mickey," I choked out, "I did my part; now please give me a hard fast spanking. Make them really sting."

"Very well," he sighed, as if my request was a tiresome chore.

With that he resumed the attack with vigor. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ouch! ahhh Urrgh! ... unhh [gasp] Owww! nnnnnn, ... uh ..."

I began to squirm — well, to the extent that anyone doing a split can squirm. While doing so I discovered that if I rubbed my pubis forward and back on the sofa top I'd get a delightful little burst of pleasure in my clit. It lasted only a second each time, but it was good and I'd immediately want to do it again. 

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oo! [gasp] Errgh! mmmhhhmmm Owww! oh oh, aaahhh ..."

I began to rub my mound rhythmically forward and back by undulating my lower back and hips. When I say "I" however, I really mean that my hips were moving themselves. At this point in my arousal, it was really my body in control. My mind; that is, "I," was just a passive recipient of feelings: powerful pleasure but also extreme shame. I was making a soft groan of effort with each stroke and then a high-pitched "ah" of satisfaction at the subsequent pleasure-burst. 

"Unnh, ah ... huh, ah ... hum, ah ... ugg, ah ... unh, ah ..."

Mickey noticed what was happening and he never missed a chance to turn the humiliation knob up another notch. He stopped spanking me and stepped back so that nothing distracted the audience from the sight of me humping the strong handsome sofa or the sound of me cooing my love to it.

"Hunh, ah ... uhh, ah ... mahh, ah ... ooo, ah ... humm, ah ..."

This produced another wave of tittering in the audience, which grew louder after a wisecrack from Jennie.

"I wonder if the dryer knows she's having an affair with the sofa? Don't worry, Soo May, your secret's safe with us."

Even Mickey chuckled at this, a rare break from his usual world-weary, just-doin'-my-job-ma'am, demeanor when spanking.

Robby took advantage of the pause in spanking to make a quiet aside to Brad in a professional "shop talk" tone. I only caught part of it.

"... teeny buns, but really firm ..." 

"Mm hmm," Brad agreed. 

At this point, Mickey stepped back to me and resumed spanking, just seconds before I would have been begging him to. My butt burned, but there was something exquisite about the sting, and I groaned in both pain and pleasure. His pace slowed, but each smack was hard. 

Spank! 

"Ak! Urrgh! Nnmmmnnn"

Spank! 

"[gasp] Owww! ah ah, aaaooohhh ..."

Spank! 

"Nurrgh! hmmmm" 

My hands, this whole time, had been pinned underneath my thighs, gripping the top of the backrest. Now, I stopped my sofa-humping, turned the right hand palm-side-up, and slid it over to my mons which I immediately began to stroke side-to-side.

"Yeah! Alright!" was Robby's reaction.

"I knew this was coming," was Angie's. 

"Me, too," was Jennie's.

Expressions of disbelief were Brad's and Dani's.

But Mickey didn't even pause.

Spank! 

Spank! 

Spank!

I jerked in pain with each smack, but my moans of pleasure became louder.

"Oh, Ah— Ow! ... Unh, Yes, MMM, Yes, Oh— Ah! Hurts! ... Huhuh, Oh, Uh ... "

I heard Dani giggle at the first "yes." 

I pulled my left hand out from under my thighs and used it to drag my shirt up to my armpits, and then I slipped the hand between my flat chest and the cushions and began to massage my nipples. Meanwhile, my right hand shortened its strokes and increased their speed so that the pads of my fingers were brushing back and forth across my clitoral hood with lightning speed. 

"Ahhh— Ouch! Umm, Yes, NNNUH-UM, Yes,— Ow!, Uhuh, Ah, Oh ..."

Soon I was verbalizing louder and louder as my fingers blurred across my clit.

"Ah Yes, spank ... [gasp] ... muh-me— Ouch! mmmhmmm Spank me. ahhh"

Behind me, seemingly miles away, I heard merriment from the assembled masses and I realized that the contrast between my jerks of pain and my pleas to "spank me, spank me" made the scene even funnier. At one point, the sequence of plea, spank, and reaction coincided perfectly and produced another chorus of giggles.

"Mmmmhmmm, spank me—"

Spank! 

"Ouch! ... oh, mmmhmm, yes, good ..."

Mickey just continued methodically. Soon, I revived the phrase he had taught me in my very first session with him.

Spank! 

"Unnh Anuh- nuh- nother, please."

Spank! 

"Oh, yes, more. Another one, please" 

Spank! 

"Oww! ... [gasp] ... mmmmm, good ..."

My climax began its slow motion explosion deep inside me, and my sounds and words became louder ... and more frantic. 

Spank!

"MMMMMMMMMUM, Yes! "

Spank! 

"Ow! [gasp] NUH, NUH, UMMM, O Yes, yes [gasp]"

Spank!

"Oh, God, NNNNMMMMMUM, yes, more— more!"

The laughter behind me was now continuous. I broke from the "split" posture and began to kick my legs out wildly behind me. I pushed my upper body up, arching my back and closing my eyes. My whole world was reduced to two sensations: rapid-fire explosions of pleasure from my clit and delicious stings of pain from my blazing bottom.

As I reached my peak, I egged Mickey on like a starving animal. 

"Harder!, Mickey, harder! ... [pant] ... UNNNHUN Spank me! GGGUUN, Yes! [gasp] ... Spank me, Mickey! ... [pant] ... MMMMMUM Smack my naughty rear! ... [pant] ... UNGGG, ... [gasp] ... MUH, NUH Smack it! ... [pant] ... UMMUH Faster! ... [pant] ... NUHHHH Spank my tiny boy butt! ... [pant] [pant] ... OOOOOO That's it! More! More! ... [gasp] [pant]"

Finally, I stiffened, my back arched, my legs sticking out straight behind me, my mouth open and my eyes squeezed shut. The pain and the pleasure merged into a single sensation for which there is no name, but it was good. I let out one last guttural moan and then collapsed.

I lay there exhausted, breathing hard, my legs dangling over the back of the sofa. My left arm hung limply on one side of the cushions. My right hand was still under my pubes, the sticky fingers protruding beneath my apple red bottom. 




The Disciplinarian Ch. 11



For a few seconds, I floated on a cloud of happiness, but then slowly my sense organs began to wake up again to the world. And the first thing the world said to me was "Hey, Soo May, your butt is on fire, just thought you'd like to know." 

"Oh, God!" I nearly shouted, "Mickey may—"

"Yes, Soo May," he interrupted, "you may rub your butt."

I pulled my right hand out from under my contented privates and clamped both paws on my burning posterior, rubbing vigorously as I kicked and twisted. I was also sniffling and making little mews of pain. 

"Ah ... oh ... ah ... ow-a ... [sniffle] ... ah ... urghh ... ah ... [sniffle] ... oh, God ... [sniffle] ... ah."

The second thing the world told me was that I'd made a ridiculous spectacle of myself as I'd diddled to a climax while loudly demanding first class punitive service from Mickey. 

Through the guffaws and giggles of assembled multitudes, I heard Dani regain the ability to speak first. 

"Hah, ha, ... wha— what was ... ha ha ... what was that she said ... 'tiny boy butt'?"

"Yuh— [giggle] ... yes." Jennie confirmed. 

All I could do was bury my face in the cushions while I continued to squirm and massage my scorched rump. 

After a couple of minutes, I felt Mickey put my panties on my feet and pull them up to my waist. Then he pulled my top back down. I guess a gentleman always helps a lady get dressed after he's spanked her to a climax in front of onlookers, I thought. 

I couldn't look anyone in the face, so I kept my head down as I walked to my pants and put them back on. Then I went straight to the kitchen to compose myself. 

Limits and Lists

I could hear the others making end-of-evening conversation back in the living room, which wasn't easy. After all, the usual clichés like "let's do this again sometime" weren't really appropriate after an evening like this. After a minute I heard Robby say goodbye and leave. A moment later, Angie, Jennie, and Mickey came in carrying empty wine glasses and bottles. I heard Dani in the living room say something to Brad about not being able to find her purse. 

"Would you look for it out here while I look in the kitchen?" she asked him. 

Seconds later she pushed through the swinging door and addressed Mickey with a conspiratorial whisper.

"Um, Mr. Daniels ..." she said.

"Yes?"

"I heard Soo May mention these Wine and Fantasy evenings ...," her voice trailed off.

"Yes?"

"Well ... um ... I think I've figured out what goes on at them, so ... um ... the next time you have one ..."

"Yes?"

"Can I come?"

Angie and Jennie blinked in surprise. I was much less surprised, and Mickey looked like he was expecting this. 

"That's really not up to me," he told her, and then he nodded toward Angie, Jennie and me to indicate that we were the deciders.

"Well, ... um ...," I said, "I think the three of us need to think that over." 

"Oh, sure, I understand," Dani assured us. "Take all the time you need."

"Except ...," she added, looking back at Mickey, "I have certain ... uh ... limits."

"Limits?" Mickey asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," she confirmed, "that is, ... uh ... things that I won't do, like ... uh ... certain positions and certain spanking implements that I don't want used. So, if you'll have me, would it be alright if I brought you a list of my limits?"

I looked at Angie and Jennie and they looked back at me. We were all remembering the list we presented to Mickey at the beginning of our very first session with him; the things we thought we wouldn't do.

Mickey was thinking of the very same thing, because he smiled broadly.

"Why, yes, that's a good idea," he said almost chuckling, "I often find a list like that to be ..." 

He paused, turned to us, and winked before turning back to Dani.

"... very informative. Yes, very informative, indeed!"

——The End——

Author's note: And now I'm afraid I'm going to have to "call it a book" and end the story of Soo May and her friends for a while. I'd like to thank all the readers who gave me encouraging feedback on this story, and who kept requesting (almost demanding, in some cases) that I continue it. It's time that I turn my attention to a long backlog of other story ideas and reader requests. But this does not mean we can't revisit these characters again in short stories or another book. There are many plot possibilities. Will Angie's husband ever find out about the Wine and Fantasy evenings? What's going to happen with Dani? And how about Soo May's sister, remember her from the first chapter? Maybe a prequel about her and Mr. Daniels is in order. And how about that daughter of his old army buddy, what's going to happen on her next visit? If you've got any suggestions, please share them in the comments or by author feedback. 



The Disciplinarian



"Yes, it feels good!" she replied wantonly. "Please, rub my pussy!" she begged desperately.

Nick continued to flick his fingers against her clit and his pumping increased. His hips slammed into her pelvis over and over again, hard and fast. 

The sounds of wet skin slapping together filled the room, providing an erotic symphony for their ears. 

"Oh fuck!" Rachel whimpered, "I'm gonna....fuck... I'm going to cum!" 

"That's it sweet girl, cum for me! Cum on my cock!" Nick shifted her legs up so they rested on his shoulders.

Nick pumped faster, feeling the familiar tightening in his stomach and he approached his own release.

With a pinch of her clit, Rachel lost herself in the waves of pleasure that rocked throughout her sensitive body, she howled in pleasure, flashes of bright lights shooting through her. 

"Yes!" Nick snarled, "I'm going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum baby!" 

Nick continued to pump hard while his hot seed spurt into her, causing another orgasm to rip through. 

Rachel ground her cunt against Nick while his release continued to spill out of him. She could feel every drop pulsing through her, every burst sending a wave of pleasure. 

Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body tightly to his, just allowing them to caress and stroke each other, making the sensations last as long as possible. 

"That was... fuck," Rachel couldn't form a sentence. 

"Yes," Nick agreed. 

They continued to kiss and fondle each other, the hard fucking turning into gentle touches. 

"What now?" Rachel asked, hoping against hope that this would not be the only time she was able to enjoy the man inside her. 

"Well, Miss Swan," Nick began as he continued to pepper her face with sweet kisses, "I think that I will need to continue with this form of discipline with you several times more." 

Rachel smiled, very happy at what Nick was telling her.

"As a matter of fact, I don't envision your discipline ending any time in the near future," he continued. "and I believe that our next session should begin later tonight, in my bed." 

"Oh, Mr. Harris," Rachel cooed, "I cannot wait to see what you have waiting for me tonight." 

The End