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Rick and Linda: Round Robin
Four wives plot group spanking night.
We were four couples all but one of us in our mid- or late- 20s. Linda & I KeeKee & James (a 35 year old) Ellen & Danny and Arundati & Karam. James Karam and Ellen were like me professors at the university. Danny was a construction site manager. Linda KeeKee and Arundati worked at the university s library. I remembered KeeKee and Arundati vaguely from the library s last staff Christmas party to which Linda took me. The rest I d never really met.
Tonight s group outing had been organized by the three librarians mainly KeeKee. It was a getting-to-know you evening for four couples that were still relatively new to town and looking to make friends. She d met Ellen only a couple of weeks before at some kind of women-in-academia conference on campus. None of the husbands knew each other. We had dinner at a culturely-confused restaurant called Viva Curry then seen a movie and we were now gathered in the living room of KeeKee and James s home having drinks.
I wasn t much of a drinker myself so I sipped a single vodka while the others became tipsy. Linda hadn t been much of a drinker since her college days when she needed alcohol as an inhibition-reducer so I was surprised tonight when she accepted a whiskey straight only minutes after finishing a glass of wine. Linda is only 4 feet 11 inches and weighs just 95 pounds so she can t hold much.
We sat around a large square coffee table. The three other men were all to my right slumped in easy chairs a bit pink-faced with booze. Linda sat to my left on a love seat. Ellen was perched on the front edge of an easy chair facing the men across the table. Arundati sat on a couch directly across from me and KeeKee sat beside her when she wasn t up fetching bottles or pouring drinks.
Ellen a tall English-born brunette was the beauty of the group without a doubt. Now don t get me wrong. I d take Linda in a second over Ellen or anyone else for that matter. I flipped for Linda the moment I saw her 9 years before with her long golden curls her tiny upturned nose and her eyes one blue and the other green. And as I like to tell her her small size makes her sexier. It s as though her sexiness is more powerful because it is compressed into a small package.
But I m bound to admit that by conventional measures Ellen was the most beautiful woman on the campus in the town and probably in the state. She is 5 8 slim athletic brown-eyed with a small pointed chin and a spray of light freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. Her complexion was flawless and she never wore makeup.
Ellen had managed the rare trick of being both beautiful and cute at the same time. The beauty I ve already told you about. The cuteness came from the hair. It was brown and cut very short in the style of Peter Pan. Best of all was the cowlick near the top back of her head. Most short-haired women with cowlicks cut them off at the base. Ellen was clever enough to keep her s. Whenever she walked or lectured in class or moved her head at all that cowlick waved and bounced like an errant feather. It was heart-meltingly adorable. If you need to picture Ellen I d liken her to the actress Kate Beckensale in the movie Uncovered.
Although some men would not agree with me I found KeeKee and Arundati just as sexy as Ellen. (All three of them are also-rans compared to my Linda). KeeKee had come to this country from Japan to attend college and learn English. She was only 2 inches taller than Linda had black shoulder length hair a smooth complexion perfect figure a mischievous grin and a bubbly personality. James 7 years older than she had been one of her professors. Like many Japanese she mixed up r s and l s and had been calling me Lick all evening. I found it adorable.
Arundati and her husband had come from India just 2 years before. Like most women from that very conservative culture she always dressed in baggy figure-hiding clothes. Her skin was a wonderful smooth brown. She had long jet black curly hair a heart-shaped face and huge deep brown eyes so darkly brown that unless you were very close to her the iris and pupil merged into a single large dark spot giving her eyes a depth such as I d never seen on anyone else.
The conversation had turned giggly and a little naughty. Someone had mentioned couples who met for regular bridge games then someone else made a joke about couples meeting for strip poker. There was much tittering from the women and stripping became the topic of conversation for a while as the women blushed and giggled. My Linda just smiled wanly and looked pale. I wondered what was making her so nervous.
A little later KeeKee and Ellen told us how they met at the women-in-academia conference when they found themselves sitting at the same table for the conference lunch with a woman who inadvertently revealed that her husband spanked her regularly when she overspent. There was nervous giggly talk of spanking in marriage and speculation on the details of such acts. Linda and I were quiet during this talk: we did not need to speculate we knew the details about spanking in marriage.
The conversation wandered as conversations do to houses mortgages gossip about colleagues and the town s best restaurants but every few minutes it would somehow wander back to either couples strip poker or spanking. James suggested that it would be impossible for a loving husband to really spank his wife with more than symbolic spanks. (Linda and I kept poker faces.) KeeKee his wife suggested that two men in need of disciplining their wives could spank each other s wives thereby ensuring that each errant girl got a good licking when needed. And thus the two topics of couples-strip-poker and spanking became merged into one and we found ourselves talking about hypothetical couples who would meet to switch partners for spanking. Everyone would begin every sentence with something like This is all purely hypothetical of course …
There was much talk about the practicalities of such a system. (All purely hypothetical we assured ourselves.) Where and when and how frequently would it occur? What sins were truly spankworthy ? Would spankers use bare hands or some kind of implement. Would the spankings be on the bare skin or over underwear? ( Bare! the three inebriated men all chorused when Arundati asked the last question.)
But the main roadblock we agreed was the danger of infidelity or rape. People would simply not allow their spouse to be alone with another either to spank or to be spanked. The situation was just too erotically tempting.
I tuned out the conversation in boredom because I ve had years of very unhypothetical experience spanking Linda. It was then that I noticed that other than Linda s whiskey the women had been drinking only wine and none of them had finished even a single glass in the two hours we d been talking. They weren t drunk at all. They were faking it.
As the conversation droned around me I replayed as much as I could remember of the night s conversation. It was no accident I concluded that it had kept coming back to strip poker and couples and spanking. KeeKee had always been the one who had brought it back to those subjects. KeeKee was also the one who effectively merged the topics with her suggestion of wives being spanked by other women s husbands. Ellen and sometimes Arundati and been extending the talk about these things too. It had always been one of the men who had pointed out the practical difficulties in implementing such a scheme but all the suggested solutions had come from the women.
A slow smile grew on face as I realized that those three women had an agenda. Each of these women wanted a spanking and not from their husbands. And they wanted it tonight. Then I looked at Linda and thought about how nervous she d been all night and that she d had a long gulp of Ye Old Uninhibitor for the first time in years. She was in on it.
I sat back and listened in amusement for a few more minutes of this is strictly hypothetical of course talk then I spoke up about the one roadblock the women had not solved: the danger of infidelity or rape.
The main problem can be solved by a combination of time limits and allowing only semi-privacy for the spankings. I said. All eyes turned toward me.
The couples meet in a house with several rooms that are very close to each other continued. Each husband and the woman he s supposed to spank go to a different room. But the doors are left open so everyone can hear what s going on in every room. Then somebody sets a timer for say 3 or 4 minutes. Long enough to administer a spanking but not really long enough for cheating on one s spouse especially with the doors open.
I paused and then looked KeeKee directly in the eyes smiled and said Purely hypothetical of course.
Her eyes grew big and she blushed and looked away. No one else seemed to notice that but I knew that she knew that I had figured out her little game.
There was a long silence as everybody contemplated my suggestion. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ellen give KeeKee a subtle kick on the ankle that no one else saw. The two women looked at each other a moment and then KeeKee cleared her throat to get everyone s attention.
There s a question of fairness here however she started (pronouncing it failness he ah howevah.). It s inevitable that some men will spank harder than others. There could be a really naughty little schoolgirl- uh- I mean really bad wife who gets a gentle spanker. Yet another wife gets a really harsh spanking. (In her pronunciation harder was haldah really was learry harsh was hahsh and of course spanker was spankah .)
Ellen of course had the answer. She was not a natural actress and if the other men had not been so drunk they would have heard how obviously rehearsed she sounded when she said: Well they could just do a round robin. Each woman is spanked by every man for an equal amount of time.
Yes Arundati chimed in well-rehearsed support. Every woman spanked by four men. she said in her sing-song Hindustani accent (think of Apu on the Simpsons television show).
Why do you say four Arundati? I asked as smiling as innocently as I could. Why would there necessarily be four couples?
She blushed and then stammered Uh. Of course. Um. I meant. Um. I meant four hypothetically. It wouldn t always be four.
The women having solved all the problems facing their purely hypothetical scheme now faced their Rubicon. Someone had to move the conversation out of the realm of the hypothetical. Someone had to say Let s do this. The eight of us. In real life. Tonight.
I knew my Linda would be too shy and inhibited to do it and Arundati had spent her life in a conservative and repressed society. No way she was going to overcome that in a single conversation. That left KeeKee and Ellen. KeeKee was the outgoing talker but that did not necessarily translate into courage which is what the situation called for now. I d picked up some signs during the evening that Ellen might actually be more the leader than KeeKee and I did sense that there was a boldness inside that adorable Peter Pan head.
The two of them Ellen and KeeKee kept glancing at each other while saying things like Well… and Um… and So… . I took pity on them and decided to help out.
So KeeKee I said besides this room I know there s a bedroom and the kitchen off the hallway. Is there another room past the kitchen?
Yes she said puzzled by the question there is schoolroom- uh- I mean James s study.
Ellen and Arundati and their husbands looked puzzled at the hastily corrected reference to the the schoolroom but James himself shifted nervously in his chair and KeeKee was blushing. I concluded (as did Linda she told me later) that some naughty schoolgirl games had been played in the schoolroom.
So I continued there are four rooms so close to each other that anything happening in one can be heard in the others.
Yes very tlue [true] said KeeKee happily suddenly realizing that I was an ally. Ellen looked at me with wide-eyed surprise. Only now did she realize that I was onto the whole game. She smiled and looked at me with false modesty aside real admiration.
So said Ellen picking up on my gambit this house would work well for the system we were describing … hypothetically. She and the other women were all now looking at me expectantly hopefully eagerly.
Indeed it would be perfect I replied which makes me wonder if anyone present here would object to such a system.
I looked at the other three men. They blinked stirred and began to sit up. For the first time that night the possibility that this might not be a purely hypothetical scenario was dawning on them. Both James and Karam seemed to get the same idea at the same time: they both looked at beautiful Ellen. She looked right back unblushing and a small smile spread her lips. James and Karam s eyes widened. Message received.
They both allowed as how they had no objection to such a system Danny chimed in assent as well.
Well then I said. Perhaps we should conduct an experiment tonight to see if this would really be feasible. Anyone object to that? This is the way to get agreement on something that everyone in a room is too embarrassed to ask for: make it a negative question Does anyone object? This way nobody had to say I want to be spanked and no one had to say I want to spank so-and-so. Everyone could just stay silent.
Danny looked from Linda to KeeKee to Arundati and pursed his lips in thought. I could guess what he was thinking. From his point of view he was the guy who brought the football so he could make the rules. His wife was the great beauty. It was her behind that other men would most want to see and smack. He was considering how he could leverage this to get more than an equal share more time perhaps with the other wives or perhaps fewer clothes on the other wives when he spanked them.
Karam and James drunk and lusting for Ellen would probably have agreed to such a deal but their wives might not have and I would definitely have said no. Watching Danny I picked up Linda s hand possessively in mine prepared to walk out if necessary.
Ellen saw this and correctly surmised what I was on my mind. Thinking fast she said You know the great thing about marriage is that you have this partner who always helps you see all your dreams come true. And when they do that it just makes you want to help them with all of their desires too. As she finished this sentence she looked Danny in the eyes.
Translated she said This evening is important to me Danny. Don t fuck this up or you ll sleep on the couch for six months.
Danny understood. He sat back smiled and said Well I certainly don t object.
After 10 more seconds of quiet KeeKee now furiously blushing said Well- uh- how about that? No one object.
There were some details to be worked out but we finalized plans quickly. It was decided that each man would spank each woman just once. Spankings would last 4 minutes. All four women would be spanked simultaneously so there would be a total of four 4 minute rounds. No touching was allowed other than the spanks themselves and touching that was necessary to hold the woman in place (or put her in place to begin with). Doors to the rooms would stay open throughout. Each woman would stay in her assigned room while the men rotated between rooms.
A kitchen timer was placed on a table in the middle of the hallway. It was decided that whatever man was rotating to the kitchen would set the timer to 4 minutes and then call out Start. When the timer bell rang all spankings would stop immediately and men would rotate.
It was also decided that on the first round each man would spank his own wife. After the fourth and final 4 minute spanking there would be another rotation which would bring the men back to the room with their wives for five minutes. That was my idea: I figured it would be a good idea for each husband and wife at that time to reassure each other of their love and fidelity. After the 5 minute debriefing we would all meet again fully dressed in the living room.
The women would have to pull up skirts or push down pants but each woman would decide whether to take her spankings on panties or on the bare skin. A woman could not choose underwear for some men and bare skin for others. Whatever choice she made for the first spanking applied to all of them.
The others seemed to think of me as the leader so I assigned Linda to the living room Arundati to the bedroom Ellen to the kitchen and KeeKee to James s study. (It took all my will power to not call it the schoolroom so I could see KeeKee blush.)
The other couples left for their respective rooms. Danny set the timer and called out Start before continuing to the kitchen.
There was no suitable spanking chair in the living room so I sat on the arm of a couch while Linda after a blushing glance at the open door pulled down her jeans and panties. I pulled her over my lap and gazed at her familiar milky white globes. It was a sight that never grew old for me but there wasn t time to indulge myself in gazing at it tonight. On the other hand I didn t start spanking either. Instead I inserted one finger into her vagina and reminded her that over the next 16 minutes three men she d never met before tonight were going to see her naked bottom.
I know she said I m scared and I ll be embarrassed but … for some reason when KeeKee told me her plans for tonight … about being spanked by other men … men we hardly knew … and she invited me … well …
I understand I said. No point in trying to force Linda to confront her desires. I knew them better than she did anyway. She is aroused by embarrassment and humiliation. She doesn t like humiliation mind you. It s more complicated than that. She is a proud and modest person. But like it or not it turns her on. Spanking for Linda is just a means to the end. If done properly it can arouse her by virtue of embarrassing her.
Within seconds of my reminding her of what was going to happen tonight I felt her love juices cover my finger. That is what I had been feeling for. It confirmed for me that for Linda tonight the spankings strictly speaking would be almost beside the point. Letting her bottom be seen by strangers voluntarily lowering her own panties and voluntarily putting herself over their laps these things would humiliate her and thus arouse her. But I knew that she didn t entirely recognize this herself.
Alright Linda I said offer your bottom to me. She promptly arched her back which caused her bottom to stick up more prominently. She then stood on tiptoe which caused her rear end to protrude toward the ceiling even higher. This was a position I had taught her years before on our 10th date.
I spanked her right buttock medium hard. She bucked slightly in surprise but made no sound. I continued with the medium blows at a moderate pace. Before long her bottom was turning light pink and her hips began to twitch from side to side while her buttocks began to clench. She was emitting soft little ow s with each spank.
I paused and for the first time we heard barely audible rhythmic sounds coming from the other rooms. The others inhibited had apparently been waiting for us to start. But we heard no ouch es. I thought it would be a good idea to signal to the other women that it is OK to cry out so I gave Linda one really hard one on the base of both hills. She twisted grimaced and called out Owwwoooo loud enough to be heard in the other rooms. This must have startled the other men because all sounds stopped for a few seconds. I knew this would send another fresh flow of juice in her sex. Only rarely has Linda ever been heard by others getting a spanking and it is always extremely embarrassing and thus arousing for her.
I returned to more moderate spanks after that. The other spankers resumed too but we never did hear any other woman cry out.
I can if I want get Linda shouting out her pain and gyrating manically during a spanking. But I decided that wouldn t be appropriate tonight in a house full of new acquaintances.
The bell rang and I help Linda to her feet. She pulled up her panties and jeans and winced when the cloth wrapped her pink bottom. There was just a touch of moisture in her eyes. She smiled and whispered her thanks. Same to you I said and good luck. Call out if you need me.
I walked into the hall. Karam was setting the timer Danny crossed the hall from the kitchen into the James study and James would be going to Linda in the living room.
When I entered the bedroom Arundati was standing by the bed. We nodded hello and I sat on the end. When Karam shouted Start I gave her arm a firm tug on the wrist and pulled her over my lap. I raised her knee length skirt and bunched it over her back.
I have decided. Keep underwear on she said in her sing song voice and somewhat pidkin English.
That s fine I said but I was disappointed that I wouldn t get to see more of that beautiful brown skin or find whether the hair on her pubis was as wildly curly as the hair on her head.
Arundati I said arch your back that is make your lower back curve down toward the floor. Make it concave. She did. She was now offering her bottom to me properly.
I paused to marvel at what I was seeing. Even encased in the plainest white cotton briefs her firm and round bottom was pretty sexy. What made it even more delicious was the thought that this was a colleague s wife a wife who was voluntarily draping herself over my lap offering her bottom salaciously and inviting me to spank her in a most private place.
I decided to begin with several blows of increasing strength to find out what she could take. I started with soft pats and steadily increased the power of the smacks. Not until I reached medium strength blows did she start to react. First it was clenching of the buttocks which was somehow all the sexier because the visible undulating surface was cotton instead of skin. As I continued she also began to buck her hips and gurgle unh with each spank.
I gave her a hard one on the left buttock and she cried out a loud unhhhhhhhuh and froze. A half second later as if on a time-delay device her hips suddenly pushed down hard on my lap and bucked on it frantically several times in just a second or two. Her cry had been audible in the other rooms and once again the other spankers apparently stopped for a few seconds when they heard it.
I gave her another on the right side with the same results right down to the odd time-delay effect. This seemed to be the right level of strength for Arundati so I continued with a slow but steady rhythm. Before long the rapid fire bucking was nearly continuous. It was remarkable actually that human hips could even move that fast. She was bucking faster than once per second. The volume of her unhhhhhhuh cries of pain was also increasing and each one lasted longer than its predecessor.
I returned to more moderate spanks. I wanted to treat all the women as I d treated Linda which meant stopping short of spanks that were hard enough to cause real maniacal kicking and twisting or real shouts of pain. Arundati had reached her limit. The bucking slowed and the exclamations of pain shorted to unh after each spank.
After a few seconds of this to my surprise the hip movements actually stopped completely. As I continued the steady moderate spanks she started up again with a new pattern. Now she slid her hips slowly forward and back the whole width of my thigh. She was massaging her pubis on my leg. Her unh sounds now correlated with these slides not with my spanks (which were at a faster rhythm). The unh s became progressively louder and longer again.
I stopped to rest my hand but she continued on oblivious. After about 15 seconds she noticed I was no longer spanking. She said nothing but she stopped her sliding planted her feet and pushed her bottom in the air at me as if to say Hey this is my 4 minute spanking! Rest on your own time Bub!
She was right but I was slightly annoyed anyway so I gave that high accusing bottom a hard smack right on the top. Again the funny half second delay after which she gasped loudly and slammed the hip down on my lap wildly clenching and unclenching her buttocks for several seconds as she shifted the hips rapidly from side to side.
In a few seconds I went back to my moderate spanks and she went back to her sliding massage of her pubis. Her upper body rose up and I could see the side of her flushed face. Her eyes were closed her mouth open as she emitted her unh s with each slide.
The bell rang.
She ignored it and continued sliding. I tried to lift her to her feet with my hands under her armpits. For a moment she actually resisted but then gave in and stood up her dress falling back into place. She immediately turned her back on me. As I stepped away she whispered thank you Rick sahib.
In the hallway I passed James coming out of the living room. He nodded but then looked down and away embarrassed and maybe guilty that he had just been spanking my wife. As I stopped at the timer to set it Danny passed me headed for Linda and the living room and Karam crossed the hall to visit KeeKee in James study. When the timer was set I called out Start and headed into the kitchen.
As soon as I entered I stopped in surprise. Miss Peter Pan was already naked below the waist and leaning on a tall stool in the middle of the room. She looked over her shoulder at me blushed and shamefacedly turned away again. I realized that we had never specified how the women were to wait between spankers and Ellen apparently thought she was supposed to wait in position. Rookie mistake I laughed to myself. Never deprive the spanker of the unveiling.
No no no no I said as I strode over to her this is all wrong. You are practically standing straight up. I slapped her moderately hard on the left buttock to punctuate my irritation. She jerked yelped and put one hand back to rub the spot I d smacked while she stared at me in wide-eyed fear. It was then that I noticed that aside from the spot I d just whacked her bottom had very little pink in it. Danny and Karam must have gone easy on her. I wondered if they just didn t know how to spank. Its not brain science but there is some technique to it.
Don t put your hands on the stool and hold yourself up I instructed like a stern teacher. lay your forearms crisscross on the stool and rest the side of your head on your arms. She did and that put her head lower than her bottom. It also caused her dress which she had been holding above her waist to slide down to her armpits exposing breasts in a skimpy bra that was translucent enough to expose her nipples.
Now step forward about 12 inches but move only your feet forward not the rest of you.
She did and that put her heels closer to the stool than her rear. Now her bottom was protruding up and back the way to-be-spanked bottoms should be. I then instructed her as I had Arundati about arching her back and when she d done that I also had her stand on tiptoe as Linda had. I emphasized this last instruction with an upward sweeping smack on her right buttock.
She obeyed with another yelp and now the combination of arching and tiptoe standing caused her bum to roll up about 45 degrees and point towards the intersection of the ceiling and the wall behind her instead straight back toward the wall. It also brought the wispy hairs around her lower pubis into view between the tops of her thighs.
When I d entered the room the tableau she presented said Don t you think my ass and legs are beautiful? Now after my rearrangement it said simply Spank me!
So I did.
I stood to one side of her. She rested her head on the stool where she could see me and the door beyond. I told her that if her legs got tired she could come down off her tiptoes whenever she wanted. Linda had been offering her bottom to me for so many years that she could stay on tiptoe for long periods of time but I knew this was difficult for beginners.
I started in with light smacks and built the strength of the blows slowly looking for the level that she could endure for four minutes without outright crying or excessive gyrations. Before long her buttocks were clenching and her hips jerked away from each blow. (The cowlick waved with each jerk.) For a while I swatted alternate buttocks forcing her into a kind of lewd hip dance each buttock clenching in turn and her hips shifting back and forth.
Then I switched to uppercuts which brought gasps from Ellen and she lifted her head from the stool and held it up. After the third uppercut she was twisting her face into a grimace of pain after each gasp. At the sixth her gasps turned into ungh s pushed out between gritted teeth. Her whole body kind of stiffened and shivered with each blow.
As I continued I switched from uppercuts to a mixture of blows mixing up the targets and the angles. The ungh s got progressively longer and louder audible in the other rooms. The grimaces got tighter and her teeth gritted harder and harder. Her head began to turn from side to side mussing her hair as sweat broke out on her face and flanks. She d reached her limit.
I stopped completely to give us both a brief rest. She noticed right away but unlike Arundati she didn t object to a bit of rest. Instead she just looked back over her shoulder at me staring wide-eyed.
The stare was of a type I have seen occasionally before. I d first seen it high school. Whenever two boys got into a fist fight other students in the vicinity would crowd around to watch. The girls I noticed after giggling nervously a bit would become absolutely still and stare at the fighters. I saw it again on the faces of women in the lobby of a hotel a few years ago. They were staring at a businessman loudly and angrily chewing out a subordinate (also male). I d seen the Stare on other occasions too always women looking at men. And the men were always being violent or angry or somehow displaying physical or social power over other men.
But now the Stare was directed at me. The Stare is about 10% surprise 10% fear and 80% fascination. But there was no other man in the room. I m not displaying power over other men I thought to myself what gives? I decided to ask Linda about it later. For the moment there was work to be done.
I resumed but kept the pace and strength moderate. The first smack startled her out of her reverie of staring and she laid her head back on her arms. Although my spanks now were only moderately painful they had a cumulative effect and before long she was beginning to clench and unclench her buttocks and kind of bounce up to her tip toe on first one foot and then the other in a futile attempt to shake away the building pain. The deep burning of cumulative spanking had a different effect on her voice than the sting of individual spanks. She began to emit high-pitched breathy ah s in an irregular rhythm some of them were short outbursts others were long drawn out keens rising and falling in pitch. It took a while but eventually they became loud enough to be heard in the other rooms.
I knew the bell was about to ring so I decided to finish by calling my shot.
Up on your tip toes now Ellen and keep that back arched. The next one will be an uppercut like the ones that stung you so much earlier. She obeyed my first sentence before I d finished the second and I saw by how the light glinted off of them that the hairs of her pubis were now damp.
She looked back over her shoulder. Not at me but at my hand. Tears streaked her face and her eyes were a little swollen but there was bright excitement in them too as she watched that hand. Till now her thighs had been together but spontaneously she lifted one foot moved it out about 18 inches from its partner.
My spank wasn t really very hard but her bottom was so sensitive now it stung as badly as a hard one anyway. Her upper body jerked up her hips jerked forward and her teeth gritted so hard she could have bitten through an iron rod. She made no sound at first but as she relaxed and lowered herself back into position she let out a very long very loud and very low guttural exhale Ohuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungh.
The bell rang.
As I left I looked back at her and saw that the Peter Pan hair was now wildly mussed and tangled. The cowlick waved triumphantly over it all like a mischievous English schoolboy who s just led his fellow students in a decorum-smashing rebellion. She was positioned exactly as I had arranged her 4 minutes before except that she d spread her legs. The caption of the tableau still said Spank me! but now there was a subcaption:
Then take me from behind!
I hoped for James s sake he could resist temptation. Her husband Danny was a younger and stronger man. Ellen smiled at me and mouthed the words thank you.
As I crossed the hall to James s study where KeeKee awaited me I saw James setting the timer. I envied him the experience he was about to have. When he entered the kitchen he would see the most beautiful woman in town a colleague nearly naked bent over with her very pink bottom in the air legs slightly splayed pussy slightly damp Peter Pan hair mussed adorably waiting for his firm chastisement.
KeeKee was standing beside a big leather desk chair annoyed and frustrated about something. I plopped myself down in the chair and looked around while we waited for James to call Start. The office was impeccably neat. Even the desktop was bare. All pens pencils scissors and other tools had been put away. With one glaring exception: in plain sight on the end of the desk where it couldn t possibly be missed by anyone sitting in the chair was a wooden ruler.
At that moment James yelled Start.
As KeeKee pulled down her trousers and underwear and stepped out of them I picked up the ruler. The name and date of the women s conference where she had met Ellen was stamped on it. This wasn t James s ruler it was KeeKee s a gimme that she d pick up at the conference. That explained why it hadn t been put neatly away.
With her back to the door she bent over one of the thick padded arms of the chair and rested her forearms on the chair s other arm. She laid her head on her arms facing me saw the ruler in my hand and the look of annoyance melted away. The chair arms were so high her body crossed over me several inches above my lap. The lack of support caused a kind of sag to her mid-upper-body and this in turn arched her back and raised her bottom naturally. There d be no need for me to teach her that. Nor would I have to tell her to stand on tip toe: she was such a small woman and James and cranked up the adjustable chair so high her legs actually dangled off the floor.
Her body was more impressive than I d hoped. In fact I d have to say that it was flawless as far as I could see. Not a mole not a wrinkle not a mark anywhere to mar that expanse of soft curvy white and her proportions were actually better than Ellen s. Gazing on her perfect white bottom I noticed that it did not have the tell-tale crisscross marks of a ruler spanking. In fact it wasn t pink at all.
KeeKee I said you obviously haven t been spanked with the ruler. It doesn t look as if you ve been spanked at all. What s going on?
Other men not notice ruler she replied. (Pronounced Uh-thah men not notice lurrah. )
Well they must have seen it I pointed out. They just didn t think to use it. To myself I added the thought What lunkheads! They had this gorgeous bottom lying before them four minutes to spank it and a ruler barely 15 inches to the right of their hand and they didn t think to use it?
I could guess now what she had been irritated about when I came in.
So as I understand it I said you laid your ruler here in plain sight but none of the others got the hint. Is that about the size of it?
Her face flushed red and she turned it away from me which I knew meant Yes.
I laid the ruler against her bottom for a moment. With a flick of the wrist and forearm I smacked it against her buns. Her head jerked up as she let out a owooo I waited for a few seconds as I always did after the first spank of a ruler to watch the stripe slowly emerge. It seemed to come from somewhere down inside like a submerged pink log slowly floating to the surface of a thick milky lake.
Hard strokes are unnecessary with a wooden ruler because they pack such a sting so I continued simply snapping it against her bottom. And I spaced out the spanks more than I would have hand spanks. After every 10 spanks I stopped and gave her a 10 second break.
As I continued snapping the ruler her noises became longer lower and louder.
Snap
Owwwoooo
Snap
Arrrreeee
Snap
Oh! ow! OW!
Snap
Innnggggghhhh!
Snap
NahUhahhhhh!
Snap
Unnnnnnahhhhhh!
Snap
Ahh! Ohhh!
Snap
Oh! Ah! Arrrr!
Snap
Un Ohh! Oooow!
Snap
Nnnnuuhhh! Urrgh! Ahan!
Snap
Ooooowwwwwwwaaaahhh!
The other rooms were hearing her soundtrack but only I was getting the floorshow.
As I continued those dangling legs became increasingly active as she impulsively jumped and jived trying to shake away the pain. At first her body simply rocked from side to side as she sifted her weight impulsively from one hip bone to the other. As the pain built up however she began a kind of horizontal dance. First one leg would kick back then the other. After some snaps her legs reflexively spread wide giving me a close up view of her dampening genitals only to slam together again with the next snap.
By the time we were well into the fourth minute she was lifting both legs into the air with some smacks making herself literally horizontal. At one point she bent both knees to their maximum pulling up her legs into a kind of frog leg position. This splayed her genitals and her buns too enough for me to see her small pink pucker. She held herself like that as I continued to snap the ruler alternating hills. Unexpectedly she quieted too emitting only deep long oooo s that followed a rhythm of their own unconnected to the pace of my snaps.
KeeKee was a true masochist. Unlike my Linda for whom the spanking is only a means to the end of erotic embarrassment for KeeKee it was all about the pain.
The bell rang for the fourth and final time.
At first she made no move to stand up so as I had with Arundati I lifted her under her arms until she responded and stood opening her eyes briefly for the first time since the first snap of the ruler. She whispered Thank you Lick-san huskily.
No sooner had I stood up from the chair than she laid herself right back down across the chair legs dangling as before. But now as she held herself up with one forearm she reached back with her other hand and began to stroke her own bottom alternating circular rubs that covered nearly the whole of her butt with long straight rubs that began above her waist and ended on an upper thigh. Rubbing where it hurts is of course common post-spank behavior but such rubs are usually fast and jerky as the spankee frantically tries to rub away the pain. KeeKee s rubs were long and sweeping like a confident artist covering a large canvas. It occurred to me that that was exactly what she was: an artist of sensation her hand creating swirls and rivers of sting along the surface of her rearward erogenous zone.
Her face and voice were different from that of the typical spanking recipient too. The faces of the latter when in that frantic rub-away-the-pain stage are usually twisted and tear-streaked as they cry choke sniffle or howl. But KeeKee was smiling rapturously as her hand stroked her hindquarters her face turned up and her eyes closed. As she did this she emitted a continuous series quiet little sounds ow oh ah oo uh … It almost sounded like cooing.
And that is exactly what her husband James saw when he entered the room passing me as I was going out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop dead in his tracks as his eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of his little KeeKee draped over his desk chair lost in her own rapturous world obliviously rubbing her pink stripped bum while cooing her pain and pleasure. In the last 1/100 of a second before he was too far to my right to be seen even in the corner of my eye I thought I saw his face transition from surprise to anger.
Back in the living room with Linda I found her in the same annoyed state that I d found KeeKee.
Linda did one of them abuse you?
I wish! she said sourly They didn t do anything to me.
What did you want them to do?
Spank me!
I don t understand. Didn t they-
Well I suppose technically they did but they were so damned … gentle! She said the last word as if gentleness ranked on the scale human vices somewhere between torturing puppies and stealing your grandma s walker.
They all began she elaborated by assuring me that they wouldn t do anything to hurt me. No kidding! I mean really guys it s a spanking. Aren t you clear on the concept?
I see what you mean I sympathized.
They patted me Rick she continued. I mean it. I didn t get spanks smacks or slaps. I got pats! About 3 minutes into it James told me to speak up if he was hitting to hard. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
This clears up a lot I mused out loud such as why I never heard any cries of pain from any room except the one I was in and why I saw virtually no color in any bottoms tonight until after I d dealt them a hand … or ruler.
Yes I could hear the results of your handiwork she said fingering my chest. I was so envious of the other girls.
So the night was a total loss for you?
Well she whispered as she blushed and looked away. I did have to bare my bottom for James and Danny. They are the first men other than you to see me there since our first date in college. It was very embarrassing. But apparently her voice rose and soured again they didn t find it as thrilling as I did.
I knew that for Linda the phrase very embarrassing is nearly a synonym for very arousing although she only halfway understood that. But she d raised another puzzle for me.
You left your panties on for Karam? That was against the rules.
No no you see with all three of them when it came to taking my panties down I hesitated. I needed to work up my courage for a few seconds. When Karam saw me hesitate he turned off the lights to spare me the embarrassment. I was bare-assed over his lap but he couldn t see it.
Was Danny no better than the others?
Danny was the worst. As he was giving me these pitty pats he talked. He … he … he compared me!
Compared you! I exclaimed. Oh my God. I ll have him arrested immediately!
Stop laughing at me! she said.
I m not laughing I laughed.
He compared my ass to his wife s and to the asses of various ex girlfriends. This one was thinner than mine that other one was wider but mine is higher than so-and-so s and smoother than what s-her-name s. And Ellen s is the best of all. Jackass!
Say I said looking at my watch the others should have gathered here by now. Where is everybody? Holding hands we stepped out to the hall and heard what sounded like six jazz drummers playing quietly with those flexible instruments they call drum brushes. But it wasn t drums it was six humans breathing loudly. All the doors were open so one by one we peeked into each room.
We saw nearly identical scenes in each room. Each woman was positioned almost exactly as I had last seen her except that now all female legs were spread not just Ellen s and even Arundati s bottom was stripped bare and she too was bent at the waist her hands resting on the bed.
The husband of each woman was behind her his pants and shorts at his ankles his back toward the door. Bra-encased breasts swung rhythmically and girly bottoms shimmied and shook as the husband in each room vigorously fucked his wife from behind.
None of the men was holding his wife by her flanks as men usually do during a charge from rear. Instead each was moving his palms and fingertips lightly over the pink bottoms that I had sensitized earlier. As a result those bottoms twitched and the hips twisted around their male pistons. (Linda was to tell me the next day that seeing this renewed her irritation with the men. They were getting the rewards of a good spanking but had not provided one.)
The men lost leverage and thus power by not holding their women s flanks so all three women were compensating by pushing back in time to their husband s thrusts.
Since none of the six of them had remembered to shut the door I could only conclude that this was some kind of mad animalistic rutting so feverish that they had all forgotten where they were.
In the bedroom Karam pumped powerfully but he seemed robotically monotonous varying neither his speed nor angle. Then again from the sounds she was making I gathered that Arundati had no complaints. Her white cotton underwear was no where to be seen which meant it must have been thrown frantically into some far corner.
In the study James was jamming with a fury in every sense of the word. This was clearly angry sex for him. What was it I wondered about what he had seen when he entered the study that made him so mad? The stripes on his wife s behind? The way she was rubbing those stripes? The dreamy smile on her face? Or was it that no one had put away the ruler?
That dreamy smile was still there as he plowed her and she pushed up and back with her hips by arching her hips in time to his thrusts. Since her legs still dangled off the ground she had no leverage from them. Her blouse and bra were gone now and nowhere in sight. Since it would be impossible to miss them in that small impeccably neat room they must have been flung away recklessly and fallen behind some furniture. She was as flawless above the waist as she was below and while I would still bet on Ellen to win a fully-clothed town beauty contest if there had been a naked face-off between them with the town s men voting on the winner KeeKee would have stood a near even chance to win.
In addition to the inch-wide horizontal stripes I d painted on KeeKee s bottom there were now quite a few very thin vertical pink stripes. James was not just using his fingertips he was digging in his nails. If this was his way of punishing his masochistic wife then he was once again not clear on the concept.
In the kitchen we found the best show of this three ring circus.
Ellen was resting her arms on the stool and holding her head up. She faced directly ahead of her but her eyes were closed and mouth open as she emitted a steady series of suh suh suh … sounds in time with the thrusts. Danny s eyes never left the pink ass he was fingering which wasn t surprising given his comparison conversation with Linda. The view from the kitchen doorway allowed us to see the copulating couple somewhat more from the side than from behind so on Danny s out strokes we could see his tool and Ellen s furry mound. It was very matted and the hair had bunched damply into little upside down mountains pointing toward the floor.
Danny wasn t endowed any more than average but he had a lot better sense of variety than Karam did. He slowed. He speeded up. He d bend at the knee and thrust up from the lower left for awhile and then rise on tiptoe and jab down and from the right. Sometimes he d hold himself all the way in and rub his pelvis side-to-side on her sore rear causing her to squirm and call out little ow s.
At one point he stopped completely after an out stroke and just stood there motionless. She seemed not to notice for a few seconds and continued her half pumps backward. But then she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him the shoulder farthest from the doorway so the back of her head was turned to us. She gave her little half-thrust three times fast and then paused to see his reaction. He did nothing. She repeated it a second time and then a third like a driver trying to start a car that won t turn over: rur rur rur … rur rur rur … rur rur rur.
Finally with a deep sigh she planted her feet and gripped the side edges of the stool s seat with her hands. She pushed herself all the way back onto his penis and she arched back and raised up on tip toes as I d taught her at the end of the stroke. Then she slowly slid forward. After a couple of more practice runs she picked up the pace but because she was traveling twice the distance she was thrusting only half as fast. Her suh suh suh … sounds changed to half-speed and became deeper: Huunhum …. huunhum …huunhum. It was powerfully erotic especially that back arch and toe rise at the finish of each thrust. After half a minute more of this Danny s engine sputtered to life and they resumed their original meet-in-the-middle mode.
Ellen s head moves when she makes love. Not fast or jerkily but it languidly makes circles and tips from side to side and nods up and down in slow motion. At one point it turned toward us and when she saw us her eyes widened in surprise. I thought she was going to scream but she just stared at us for a long moment and then she smiled and her eye lids grew heavy. Then her eyes closed and she shook and gave out a soft little ahhhh. I looked at her pubis and I thought I could see a tide of juice ooze out onto the fur. It merged as it flowed downward and gathered as a visible bead at the end of one of those upside down mountains. It hung there a second reflecting the light and then it fell to the floor like a single orphaned raindrop.
That s when I began to understand that Ellen was more of an exhibitionist than a masochist. Like Linda spanking for her was just a means to an end. But the end wasn t erotic embarrassment as it was for Linda. The end for Ellen was to be ogled and admired. From her point of view a four-couple ladies home strip show would have been just as good as a round robin of spanking maybe better.
I pulled Linda back to the living room where we got our coats and snuck out to go home. In the car I told her about Ellen giving me the Stare.
So I finished up why was I getting the Stare? There were no other men in the room so I wasn t displaying power over other men.
Oh but you were Rick you were she replied.
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