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They allowed me to change into casual clothes before leaving and had a good day. I'd almost forgotten about the world outside. I'm told I'm fairly attractive and to be honest I like it when boys look at me. I had to smile as I wondered what each of my unnamed admirers would think if they knew how I had been spending the week and I gave a few of them the once over myself and considered how they would stack up to Dave as lovers and/or slave owners.
Aunt Joan bought me some very nice and definitely sexy underwear in one of those specialty lingerie shops. Believe it or not, the guy who had no trouble seeing me walk around naked was embarrassed to go in to that kind of place so it was the two of us girls. We were both giggling over some of the outfits as we made suggestions as to where they might be terribly inappropriate. In addition to the underwear she insisted in buying me some sleepwear that was guaranteed to keep the wearer and the one she was wearing it for from sleeping right away. It also wouldn't need much cleaning since it was the kind of outfit that probably wouldn't be worn for an extended period of time. I had to try it on and since I wasn't about to go prancing around the store so she could see it we went into the dressing room together. It had matching panties which seemed to be designed to add a shadow to that area but otherwise hid nothing. To get the full effect I had to take my all my clothes off. It certainly wasn't the first time she had seen me nude and she didn't do anything improper but it was very erotic for me to strip for her only a few feet away from other people. I should clear up one item. I didn't strip entirely. I left my sneakers and socks on and we both started laughing to see me exuding pure sex from that lacy thing while standing in old ugly footwear.
When we met up with Dave we did a lot of window shopping and as I said, had a very good time. On the way home we picked out some videos to watch that night. As we were looking over the selections I had a question in the back of my mind. Did this mean they were not going to expect their slave to entertain them? In a way I felt bad that I was not enough to keep their interest but then again, a night off might not be a bad idea either.
On the drive back to the house she said she didn't feel like cooking supper so we all agreed that ordering pizza was called for. Once the discussion regarding the proper toppings had been brought to a satisfactory conclusion Dave offered to make the call and get it on its way as soon as we got home. She said, "Not right away Dear. There's something I have to do first."
She turned to me and said, "Do you remember that your father said I was to give you a repeat of his spanking?" She didn't wait for an answer. "They're coming back tomorrow and I can't put it off any longer. When we get home you and I will take care of that. Since he took you to the guest room for it we'll go there also. Dave will order the pizza when we're done and you'll appreciate the time to compose yourself before you eat."
After dropping that little bombshell on me she and Dave went back to talking about other things. I'm afraid I can't report what their conversation was about because all I heard was her last words to me echoing in my head over and over until the car stopped.
Once Aunt Joan and I were in my designated spanking location I closed the door and started to take my pants off but she wanted to talk first. Her topic was how I had been punished that fateful night. I told her he used my hairbrush and she picked it up. As she looked at it she said, "Yes, I can see that this would do a very good job and since his request was for me to make this a repeat rather than one of my spankings we'll use this tonight and follow his other rules. Tell me how you're dressed and don't even think about telling me he spanks you on anything other than your bare bottom. I know better than that."
I sighed. If she was going to spank me why didn't she just do it. I found it humiliating to talk about something as private as this. I delayed my answer and she elicited the information she wanted by direct questions.
"Do you have to take your pants yourself or does he do that?"
"Neither, I don't take them off completely. When he's seated I stand next to him and pull them down to my ankles."
"And your panties? Do you pull them down too?"
"He waits until after I'm over his knees before he pulls them down but only enough to bare the area he's concerned with. I have to keep myself lifted till they're out of the way and then I can rest my body on his lap."
There was nothing to be gained by reticence so I told her the rest. "He doesn't bother telling me what I did to deserve it like you do. Mom would've already done that and he doesn't seem to have a particular technique like you do. He just starts swatting good and hard right away and I've never been able to count the spanks. Dave said you could hear each one that night so you probably have a better idea of how many times the brush landed than I do."
She had final question, "And after the spanking? Do you have to stand in the corner or anything like that?"
I nodded. "He pulls my panties back up and then I'm in the corner till they say I can move. Only then can I pull my pants back up or get ready for bed."
She said, "Very well, that's the way we'll do it. We won't order the pizza until after you've had your spanking and you can stay in the corner until it arrives."
She sat down and I unsnapped my jeans but she had one more tiny detail to add. "Oh, I almost forgot. Dave has been curious about what exactly happened up here that night also and since he never got to give you his second official spanking I want him to see this. Open the door and call him."
Would someone explain this to me please. He had seen me nude and displaying my most intimate parts in various positions and the only part of me he was going to see now was my bottom. He had also given me quite a few spankings and certainly knew what I sounded like when I was getting punished so why was her last command so hard to accept. I can only guess that it was something like the spanking she gave me the other night. I had to get dressed for it because it had nothing to do with me being her slave but part of my family's request for additional punishment. That's was this was and somehow I wanted it to be at least a little private. I remembered how embarrassed I was the time I told her it bothered me to have him hear me get spanked and she opened the door but whether the door was opened or closed didn't matter much now. He was going to be in the room with us and I was totally humiliated.
He must not have been far away because he joined us almost immediately when I called his name and I didn't like the smile on his face when I told him he had been invited to stay and watch. He sat on my bed and she said, "We're ready now."
My face was as red as my rear end was going to be as I moved to a familiar position next to someone holding my hairbrush with the flat side facing out and about to perform its duty on a naughty behind. My jeans slid down my legs and I bent over. When there was a slight breeze that indicated the last layer of protection between the brush and my skin was out of the way I was ready. No, that's the wrong word, it would be more correct to say the preparations were complete. I was never truly ready to feel that thing land on me. It's always a very unpleasant surprise as I'm reminded why I shouldn't have been naughty and gotten myself into trouble. Tonight was no exception. The first swat as bad as her usual opening shot and my head snapped up. The spanking had begun.
As you can imagine, my embarrassment about his presence in the room was forgotten after the fifth or sixth swat. All I could think of was my burning butt and hoping each one was the last. That hope rose and died many times as I was transported back in time to my well deserved comeuppance at Dad's hands in this very room only a few days ago. This was a very realistic replay of that event. Although I was not aware of it she told me later that I even called her 'Daddy' while begging for it to stop. By the way, trying to struggle out of the way or interfering with the spanking by putting my hand back to protect my bottom was frowned upon but they allowed me to tell them when it really hurt and express my heartfelt desire for the punishment to cease. Not that it made any difference to them of course and as far as I knew it didn't get me any less punishment from her either.
A lifetime or two later I was put on my feet and she dragged my panties over my bottom. Once I was semi-decently covered I shuffled to my thinking place. I may have been an eighteen year old young woman a few minutes ago but now I was a little girl again with an very well spanked bottom crying in the corner. As soon as Dave got the food ordered he came back into the room and to watch me. Knowing he was there enjoying my misery kept my tears of shame going a lot longer.
It was about a half-hour later that she told us that supper had been delivered and my time for reflecting on my behavior was over but she also told me to change into the jeans I wore the other night. You remember, the really tight ones. If one of the lessons I was supposed to learn in this house was to refrain from wearing skin tight clothes it was working. I squeezed myself into them and winced as I walked but I only took two step before I was wrapped in Dave's arms and returning his kisses passionately. We both wanted to get those slacks off and I had two good reasons. First to get some pressure off my bottom and second to let that hard thing that had risen between us have the access we both wanted but that would have to wait.
I was greeted by a hug in the kitchen and while I was not happy to be wrapped so securely in denim, my punishment was over. She had even put two pillows on my chair. They couldn't make sitting totally painless but they helped and I appreciated the thought. We had gotten two movies to watch and the first one was really funny. The couch was soft enough that it wasn't unbearable on my bottom and I enjoyed the show as much as they did. While waiting for it to rewind I decided to push my luck. I asked if I could take off my pants. I was about to add, "and change into something more comfortable" but the answer I got made that irrelevant. I took them off right there and a few minutes later was back on the couch with the ropes holding me in place. There was room for them on each side of me as we watched the second movie. It had a lot of sexy scenes and their hands would meet in my middle to enhance our appreciation of the atmosphere. My underpants were getting soaked. After a while my T-shirt and bra were raised so they could each have a soft handle when their hands weren't down below. It was a wonderful film.
They celebrated it by untying my ropes and joining me in discarding excess clothing. Soon there were three happy naked people on the floor. Aunt Joan was on her back and playing with her breasts while I was taking of things down below with the vibrator. I was kneeling with my bottom high enough to accommodate Dave's hard and very satisfying thrusts. What a way to end the day, right? Not quite.
I had forgotten to get the things she bought for me from the car when we arrived. I seem to remember having something else on my mind. Anyway, Dave brought them in when Aunt Joan and I were discussing how she should spank me. He gave them to me now and wanted to see our purchases but I said he would just have to wait. He tried switching into Master mode and ordered me but Aunt Joan was my ally. She knew what I had in mind and said it was time for bed. I waited till he was under the covers before I went into his room. Just as I predicted, the frilly excuse for a nightgown didn't stay on me very long and we didn't get to sleep for another hour or so.
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