This story is based on my own real experiences. It is intended for mature adults. All the names and descriptions have been changed to protect the guilty.
A Little Fun
By Liana M
@(C) Copyright 2007 by Liana M, all rights reserved.
"Hi, Susan," I said. "My flight home got canceled because of some problem with the plane. I'm now on an early morning flight tomorrow. Any chance I can drop by the party on my way home."
"Too many people were busy just a few days before Christmas," Susan said. "We aren't having a real party, but Linda and Bill are coming over for dinner and a little fun. You're welcome to join us."
Now a "little fun" might mean a lot of things to Susan. When Susan had first invited me, it sounded like a strictly social event, but Susan and Jack are into spanking and I have been to spanking parties at their house.
"Sounds great," I said. "I'll see you in 20 or 30 minutes."
Linda and Bill were already there when I arrived.
"You remember Liana," Susan said, as she led me into the living room.
"Nice to meet you again," Bill said, getting up to shake my hand.
I didn't really remember Bill or Linda, although they looked vaguely familiar.
"Nice to meet you again too," I said faking it.
I followed Susan back into the kitchen.
"When did I meet Bill and Linda?" I asked in a whisper.
"It must have been at one of the spanking parties," Susan replied.
Was this a spanking party too?
Now I don't have anything against a little spanking. In fact I kind of like it. Correction: I love to spank guys. I just wasn't sure I was in the mood tonight, I didn't have a partner and I still had to get home to go back to the airport tomorrow.
After we finished dinner, I decided it would be best to leave.
"I think I need to get going," I said. "I have a really early flight tomorrow."
"You can't leave now," Bill protested.
"We were just about to start the real fun," Linda said.
"What kind of 'fun' are you planning?" I asked.
"Oh, we have a little variation on that all American game, poker," Jack said.
"It is sort of strip poker with drinking and spanking," Susan said.
"Well you know I have no problem with the stripping and spanking," I said. "But I still have to drive home. No way I can get drunk."
"Since you have your luggage in the car," Susan said. "Why not stay the night in our guest room? We are a lot closer to SFO than your apartment."
"Are you sure that wouldn't be too much trouble?" I asked.
"No," Susan said. "No trouble at all."
"We really hope you can stay," Linda said.
"Definitely," Bill added. "It will make the evening more interesting."
Yeah, I bet. Bill has probably seen me naked before. From the way he is staring at my chest he wants another look, and, of course, Bill likes the idea of getting to spank three different ladies.
I couldn't remember ever spanking Bill. I usually remember the guys I spank. Bill looked like he would make a good target bent over for me to smack. A little drinking and spanking was starting to sound like a much better way to spend the evening than driving home alone.
"Ok, I'll stay," I said.
Jack went out to my car to get my luggage and brought it upstairs to the guest room, while we cleaned up the table.
Jack explained the rules of their drinking, stripping, spanking variation of poker.
"It is basically no limit five card draw poker," Jack said.
"Before the draw we bet cubes of wine," Jack said holding up an ice cube tray.
"Unless you win the hand," Jack said. "You will have to drink the number of cubes of wine you bet with a straw. The ante is one cube."
Jack poured wine into the ice cube trays. Even if you just folded every hand, you still had to drink one cube!
"After the draw, you have to bet items of clothing," Jack said. "You are limited to just three items of clothing, and it is no limit so you can bet it all on one hand. If you don't have any clothing left to call a bet, then you can bet spanks at five strokes of the paddle per item of clothes."
Jack held up a large, thin rectangular paddle. It looked like the paddles we had used at earlier spanking parties. It stings, but because it is thin and light it doesn't leave bruises.
Now this was by no means the first time I played strip poker. I'm far from a good poker player, but I know that a straight beats three of a kind. As the game developed, most people would call the one cube of wine bet so they could draw, but after the draw they were much more careful. No one bet clothes unless they thought they had a good hand, but when two player thought they had good hands, they immediately bet all their clothes and sometimes a spanking too. There were never any partially dressed players in this game!
I got mostly crummy cards, and slowly got light headed on the one or two cubes of wine every hand. After many hands I finally got some decent cards. I started with a pair of queens, which is good, but not something I really wanted to bet my panties on. Then I drew a third queen.
"I bet my blouse," I announced, unbuttoning my blouse and laying it on the table.
Linda, Bill and Susan folded. Jack was already naked but he eyed my bra.
"I don't think she's bluffing," Susan said.
"I'm not bluffing either," Jack said. "I'm betting 20 strokes. That's all your clothes and five strokes to you."
"I'm calling," I said as I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I dropped them on the table, and then reached behind to unfasten my bra. I slide my bra off my shoulders and down my arms and dropped it on the table. Susan and Linda both have larger breasts than I do, but my 34Bs still attract a fair share of the guy's attention.
I quickly pushed my panties down, leaned over to pick them off the floor. I'm shaved between the legs, but with a little strip of reddish hair above. I stood holding my panties to give the guys a good look, then dropped them on the table and I sat down.
"Three queens," I said, flipping my cards over.
"Damn," Jack said. "Two pair."
"I told you she wasn't bluffing," Susan said laughing.
I grabbed my panties off the table and slipped them back on without standing up. Then I grabbed my bra and quickly slipped it back on too. I dropped my blouse and jeans on the floor, figuring I didn't really need to put them back on. I had been feeling rather overdressed for the last 10 or 15 minutes.
I grabbed the paddle.
"Time to collect my winnings," I said smiling at Jack.
Jack stood up. I could see he was partially hard. Not really erect, but he looked bigger than a few minutes ago. He leaned over the couch and assumed the position. I lined up my paddle and landed my first blow to a nice good sounding smack as it landed squarely on the fleshy part of Jack's butt. Spanking party edict says your swats should be reasonably firm, but you never swing away as hard as you can. Especially in a spanking game like this, you have to remember that you will be the one on the receiving end too before the night is over. I counted my strokes out loud. A big bright red spot was developing on Jacks butt as I reached ten. There is something about spanking guys that I just love. The sight of his butt turning red and his balls hanging down between his legs gets my blood boiling.
As I neared twenty, I lighted up my strokes, since Jack was looking very red.
"That will teach you to think I'm bluffing," I said.
"I never thought you were bluffing," Jack said, rubbing his butt. "I just figured you had a pair of aces or kings."
"And now your going to have a little trouble sitting down for the next hand," I smiled.
We continued to play and before long everyone but me was naked. It is kind of strange sitting at the table with four naked people, even if I was only in my bra and panties. Then I got a pair of tens, and drew a pair of sevens.
Susan bet 5 strokes. Jack folded.
Spanking women is not as fun as spanking guys, but it still is fun.
"I call," I said picking my blouse off the floor and dropping it on the table.
Linda folded, but Bill took his time.
"Liana is not bluffing, Bill," Linda said. "Is it really worth a spanking just to see her boobs again?"
"Maybe," Bill said. "I'm raising it to 15 strokes."
"I'm folding," Susan said. "Five strokes is enough for me."
"Ok, Bill," I said. "You want to see my boobs, here you go."
I slipped my bra off again, slipped my panties off without standing up and picked my jeans up off the floor.
"There, I call" I said. "Two pair, tens and sevens."
"Two pair, kings and fives," Bill said.
"Damn," I said.
Bill grabbed my clothes off the table and threw them into the next room. Now we were all naked as well as a little tipsy from the wine.
"That's the last of the wine," Susan said after the next hand.
"Now all betting is in spankings," Jack said.
This completely changed the game. Now the winner of each hand got at least five strokes on the other four players and ten strokes if you wanted to draw. Susan won the first hand because she was the only one willing to draw. We all lined up along the couch and took our five swats from Susan. She was fairly gentle, at least on me.
"Let's make this more interesting," Jack said. "Let's play draw to the ace of spades. Whoever draws the ace of spades gets 10 strokes from everyone else."
"Oooo, that's going to make you sore," Linda said.
I had played this kind of game at other spanking parties. The loser gets a real good spanking. That gets the heart pumping each time you have to draw a card, but most of the time you get to spank someone!
Bill was the first unlucky one. Bill is younger than Jack and he has a nice firm buttocks, the kind I love to spank. You get such a satisfying sound as each stroke finds its mark. By the time it was my turn, Bill bottom was already pretty red, and he winched with each of my blows.
"Ready to quit?" Susan asked Bill.
"Heck no," Bill said. "Let's go for it again."
Susan shuffled the deck and we started drawing again.
I drew the ace of spades!
"All right," Bill squealed in delight. "Assume the position, Liana."
I leaned over, my hands braced on the couch. Linda went first. She was gentle, but after ten strokes I was still getting sore.
Then it was Bills turn. He was not gentle. He landed ten solid blows and my behind was getting really sore.
Fortunately there is a pause between each person, which gave me a few seconds for my butt to recover, before Susan started her strokes. Susan was gentle, but my bottom was already tender.
Jack took the paddle for the final strokes.
"Hmmm..., notice how Liana's behind now matches her red hair," Jack said as he landed the first blow.
Jack was getting even for my earlier spanking, and I winced and cried out with every blow. When Jack was done my behind was really sore. I had to sit down very gently.
"Want to call it quits, Liana?" Jack said.
I'm never the kind of person to stop something like this. It is a point of pride with me that I can take more than everyone else.
"Never," I replied.
"Then let's up the stakes a little," Jack said. "Fifteen strokes from everyone."
Oh god, what have I got myself into now I thought. That is sixty strokes, and if I get that now I really am going to have trouble sitting.
"You're on," I said.
My big mouth always gets me in trouble. Fortunately, Susan was the unlucky one. Bill and Jack gave Susan a good spanking. Linda and I were gentler. Still Susan was really sore and I think she was close to tears when we finished. In spite of that, she wasn't ready to call it quits yet, although I wondered if she could take another sixty strokes.
I shouldn't have bothered wondering, because it wasn't her that lost the next round, it was me!
Holy crap. I was just recovering from the last spanking.
"Liana is going to have a really red derriere now," Jack said with a big smile.
I assumed the position again on the couch. Linda was easy on me, but then it was Bills turn. Bill landed fifteen blows that seemed to get progressively harder or maybe I was just getting more sensitive.
Susan tried to be gentle, but my butt was so sore it didn't matter. I winced and groaned with each blow.
Then it was Jack's turn. He teased me with a few fake blows, just to see me wince. Then he started in on me. It wasn't that he was hitting me so hard, but his blows came very quickly with no time to recover between. I bit my lip and held on to the couch as each blow left my tooshie more in flames than the last. Finally he counted fifteen and I collapsed on the couch. I slowly stood up, rubbing my very warm posterior.
"So, had enough Liana?" Jack asked.
"Never," I glared back at him.
Was that my usual cockiness or all the wine talking?
"I don't know," Bill said. "Another sixty strokes and Liana is not going to be able to sit on that airplane tomorrow."
"But I'm not going to get another sixty," I replied definitely. "I've taken a hundred strokes tonight, can you take another sixty?"
"You bet," Bill said. "For a chance to make the butt of yours glow cherry red, any day."
"It is getting late," Susan said. "And Liana has to leave pretty early to catch her flight with all the security and everything."
"Ok, let's play one final hand," Jack said. "But let's up the ante again. Let's make it for ten strokes with the cane."
Holly mother of Jesus. That would be all I needed. Ten strokes with the cane and I really wouldn't be able to sit down on my flight the next day.
Jack went to get the cane.
I have been canned twice before, so I know how much it hurts. Jack came back with a real rattan cane. There are fake plastic or wooden ones that are not as bad, but this one was very real looking. A cane leaves red welts or bruises that can take a week or more to go away, and after the spanking I had already received, I could only imagine what state a canning would leave my hindquarters in.
I looked around the room. Linda looked worried, but didn't say anything. If no one else was going to chicken out, I sure couldn't. Jack shuffled the deck of cards and placed it in the middle of the table. He flipped over the top card, which was harmless and looked at me. I was still standing. I gently sat down in my chair again and reached for the top card. I could hear my heart beating in my ears and I wondered if everyone else could hear it too.
I peaked at the card. It was harmless. I flipped it over and breathed a sigh of relief.
The draw went around the table several times, with the stack of cards in the middle getting smaller. I could feel the tension in the room as we each flipped over a card.
When it came back to me again, I drew a card and flipped it over, but could not bear to look. I waited until Linda reached for a card to look down and see a ten.
I tried to remember all the advice I had been given about canning. Only bend over a little bit. If you bend way over, it stretches the muscles tight and the cane blows will be worse. There was something about breathing too, but I couldn't quite remember what it was.
Then it was my turn to draw again. The stack had gotten very small now. I reached forward and grabbed the top card. I turned it over without daring to look. Linda reached forward for a card and I looked down at queen.
"Oh god, no!" Linda shrieked.
I looked over at Linda holding the dreaded ace of spades. I was relieved. I wasn't really sure I could have taken a canning after all the spanking. I was relieved I would not have to find out.
"I can't do this," Linda protested.
"Relax honey, you'll be fine," Bill said. "Just take deep breaths and you'll be fine."
"Liana and I have both been caned before," Susan said. "You'll do fine."
"Yeah, you'll be ok," I said.
Real sore and not able to sit down for a few hours was what I was thinking, but I didn't want to scare her any more than she already was.
"I think you should lean against the wall here," Jack said. "And just lean over a little. You don't want to stretch the muscles."
We all got up and moved to get a good view. Linda looked really scared, but she slowly leaned against the wall, bracing her body with her hands. Jack lined up the cane for the first blow.
Jack brought the cane half way back and landed a blow right across Linda's left cheek. It looked to me to be a rather gentle blow, but Linda yelped and brought her hands down to massage the area. There was a red line where the cane had struck. It took a minute or so for Linda to regain her composure and lean back against the wall.
Jack lined up the cane and landed the second blow on Linda's right cheek. Linda cried out again and massaged her cheeks again. This time it only took Linda 10 or 15 seconds to recover and lean back against the wall for the next blow.
Except for a lucky turn of the card, it could be my tender cheeks that were being canned right now.
Jack landed the third blow a few inches below the first one. Linda cried out and rubbed her cheeks again, but only for a few seconds.
It looked to me like Jack was taking it pretty easy on Linda, but the cane was still leaving red welts that were now beginning to swell a little. He distributed the blows around her buttock. Multiple stokes in the same location can be even more painful.
Jack's fourth stroke came squarely across both of Linda's cheeks. Linda jumped and wiggled her behind as she rubbed it.
While Linda had been very scared at first, she appeared to have gotten over that. Her face showed that resignation to take what she now knew was coming.
Jack landed the fifth blow, and Linda squealed and rubbed herself again.
I doubt that Linda was enjoying the pain. I know the pain of a spanking or canning is not pleasurable for me. It just plain hurts. What is exciting about it is the effect it has on the spanker and those watching.
The sixth stroke landed low on Linda's left cheek. Linda wiggled and rubbed her cheek.
When I take a hard spanking, I endure the pain for the pleasure of the audience. It is a kind of ultimate exhibitionism. Allowing your body to be abused for entertainment.
The seventh stroke found its mark low on Linda's right cheek. Linda wiggled her buttocks and rubbed herself again.
Spanking is sort of like a blowjob. A blowjob doesn't taste good. They sure don't seem very lady like, but I still like to give blowjobs simply because guys love them so much.
The eighth blow landed flatly across both cheeks, making Linda jump.
There is something so powerful about kneeling before a man and degrading myself by taking his cock into my mouth, teasing his cock to make it explode in my mouth, and swallowing his sour, bitter tasting sperm.
The ninth stroke came down on the right cheek. Linda squealed as she wiggled and rubbed her cheeks.
The reward for the degradation of a blowjob is to be able to watch the guy's face as his cock explodes in my mouth. In seconds I have sucked the magic fluid with the power to create life out of the man, and it is as if I had actually sucked the very life out of him.
The tenth blow struck Linda's left cheek with a loud slap. Linda jumped and wiggled, then rubbed her cheeks.
The reward for a spanking is the lust it creates in others. That is why I endure it, and I suspect it is why Linda was willing to endure this canning. It was to kick the carnal lust in Jack and Bill into overdrive, and to a lesser extent to get Susan and I wet and ready.
"You did a good job," Bill said to Linda, as he kissed her on the cheek.
I could see the effect this was having on Bill and Jack. Both men were obviously getting hard.
While the canning had achieved the desired effect, I was beginning to feel like the odd person out here. Susan and Linda had partners. I didn't. I decided this was the time to make my exit.
"I think I better be getting to bed," I said. "I had a great time, but I have an early flight. Thanks for inviting me and letting me join in the fun."
"No problem," Susan said. "Good night."
"We loved having you," Jack said. "It's always so lovely when your derriere matches your hair."
"Are you going to have trouble sitting down for your flight, Liana?" Bill asked.
"I don't think so," I said gathering up my clothes. "I should be fine in the morning."
Linda was still rubbing herself. It might take a little longer than the morning before Linda could sit down easily again.
I walked up stairs to the guest room without bothering to get dressed. There didn't seem to be any point. No one else was making any effort to get dressed, so neither did I.
The guest bedroom had its own private bath with a shower, so I decided to take a quick shower. After the shower I pulled on an oversized tee shirt and jumped into bed. I found the alarm clock and set it for 5:30 AM, then climbed in under the covers. The events of the evening were still running through my mind. I slipped one hand under my t-shirt, running my hands around my breasts and pinching my hard nipples. I started to slip my other hand down between my legs when I heard something that made me freeze. I stopped everything and listened hard, but I couldn't make out what the noise was.
I slipped out of bed and stuck my head out the door. There was now no question what the distinctive moaning and grunting noises were. They were coming from downstairs too, not one of the other upstairs bedrooms. It did not sound like just one couple either.
I was shocked. I knew some of the couples I had met at spanking parties were also into swinging, or at least soft swinging where they don't really swap partners, but I had not realized that Jack and Susan were swingers!
Should I sneak downstairs and see what they were doing? Who was doing it with whom? Should I try to join in? If they were not swapping, but just doing same room sex, I didn't have a partner, except my right hand. I'm sure they would let me diddle myself while I watched them bonk their brains out. What if they were real swingers? Did I want to get involved in an orgy? I hadn't really bonked a guy in over a year, although I had regular highly satisfactory oral exchanges. Would I do a FMF or a FMFMF if I went downstairs?
My head was spinning. What should I do? After a minute, I stepped back into the guest room, very quietly closed the door and climbed back into bed. I resumed what I had been doing before I was interrupted, but now I had new fantasies dancing in my head. I had gone down stairs found the couples going at it on the family room floor. I sat down in a big stuffed chair, spread my legs wide, ran my fingers up and down my pussy to get them all lubricated, and then brought them up to gently massage the magic button, my clit.
This has been a fantasy of mine since I was a teenager, jilling off in front of an audience. Usually in my fantasy it is an audience of fully clothed couples, but tonight it was two couples bonging their brains out on the family room floor. The men would look up and watch me pleasuring myself and just keep thrusting harder into their partners, whoever they were doing.
This fantasy proved very satisfactory, and quickly got me where I wanted to go. This is very good since I usually take a long time and I was still rather drunk. After that I fell right into a deep sleep.
The alarm woke me up early the next morning. I got up. I listened, but the house seemed totally silent. I quickly got dressed, and packed my bags. When I went down stairs the two couples were still asleep in the family room. Bill and Linda were sleeping on the couch and Jack and Susan on the floor. They were covered with blankets, but their clothes seemed to be scattered around lying were they had left them last night.
Susan heard me and got up. She wrapped her still naked body with a blanket.
"You want some breakfast before you leave?" Susan asked.
"You don't need to fix anything," I said. "I'll be fine."
"At least eat some cereal," Susan said. "It's not any work."
"Ok," I said.
While I ate a bowl of cereal in the kitchen, the others started to wake up and get dressed.
"Thanks again for a great time last night," I said.
"Have a safe trip," Linda said.
"It's going to be cold back there this year," Bill said. "Drop by our house if you need that tooshie warmed up when you get back."
"Maybe, but only if I get to warm yours up first," I said with a smile.
Jack went up to get my baggage and help me out to the car.
On the airplane flying back to home I kept thinking over the events of the night before. I don't think they realized I heard them before I went to sleep, but after I found them all sleeping naked in the family room they must know I would put two and two together. No one said anything, but it was clear that I knew and they didn't seem the least bit upset about that.
I still wonder what really went on that night. I don't really care who did it with whom or whether they are soft swingers or the real thing. I wonder why after dinner they wanted me to stay so badly, especially Bill and Linda. Had I made such a big impression on them before that they really wanted me as a spanking playmate? Or were they hoping I would join in whatever happened after the spanking was over? Were they inviting me to stay for an orgy? Did they deliberately make a lot of noise in hopes I would come down and join them? Were they disappointed I didn't?
I guess I will never really know. It wouldn't be polite to ask. Still that night is a fond memory that has stoked my passions many nights. A few days after Christmas I bonked my brains out all afternoon with a friend, but that's another story.
Liana M
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