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Get your own Free Home PageThere's something special about waking up next to a woman. I wanted to just lay there for a while and watch her but two of nature's highest commands took precedence. First I used the bathroom and then I headed to the kitchen to get the coffee started. Just about the time it was ready I heard the soft pad of bare feet approaching. My bed partner stumbled in and said, "That's just what I need." I poured a cup for her and had to chuckle at her appearance. In front of me was a groggy girl with her hair a complete mess. I have to admit that I was partly responsible for that. We did quite a few things last night and those beautiful long tresses played a significant role and, if you don't mind, I'll leave that to your imagination.
With coffee in hand we returned to our room to get cleaned up and ready for the day but we got a little distracted. She had mentioned something about making love in the morning and since I was feeling magnanimous I indulged her. Wow, did we indulge.
Eventually we made it back to the kitchen freshly scrubbed and squeaky clean to join our hosts. Either Debbie and Bill were late sleepers (which I knew not to be true) or they had also decided to spend a little quality time together before breakfast. Anyway, the opening meal was nothing fancy but quite congenial. When it was over Bill and I decided the women should clean up the kitchen. After all, what's the use of having slaves if you don't use them. But before we left them to their chores we fulfilled Bill's decree. As he put it, I saw to Debbie's rear end and he took care of Nancy's.
Both women had reported to breakfast nude as was proper for their weekend roles but after a quiet discussion Bill and I sent them to get dressed in casual jeans and pullovers. Except for a few times in Bill and Debbie's first exploration of this activity, all spankings were delivered in the family room with some ritual and the female clothing always consisted of skirts or dresses that would, of course, be raised and eventually be removed entirely. Putting them in this mode of attire and performing our macho duties in the kitchen was going to be a new experience for all of us. The women seemed to be of two minds about it. While it's true they expected the spankings and were resigned, if not somewhat eager, to get them they looked uncomfortable without the security of tradition.
There was ample room and a sufficient number of chairs to let both sets of spankers and their respective spankees operate simultaneously. However, this was going to be the first time I saw someone else spank Nancy and I wanted to be able to watch with no distractions. It wouldn't be fair to the one I was spanking if my mind was somewhere else and not focused on her and her rear end so I requested Bill to wait until I was done with Debbie. He understood and he sat in one of the chairs with Nancy standing next to him.
I explained to Debbie how she was to prepare herself. It was really quite simple. No erotic strip tease, no cables from the ceiling, no special paddles of other implements, just a simple over the knee hand spanking. My only requirements were that she had to ask for it, lower her jeans and pull down her panties before going over my lap. Her diminutive bottom showed no outward signs of the previous night's attention so I had a fresh palette which soon displayed a delightfully darker hue. The spanking wasn't as bad as many she had received but it was not a few light taps either. She was there to be spanked and I was there to see that it was done properly. We both satisfied those requirements quite nicely.
I sent Debbie to stand in a corner and was fascinated as Nancy and Bill followed the same scenario. She turned to face him and her normal self-confidence vanished and her voice quivered as she said, "Please give me my morning spanking." You would've thought this was the first time she had ever been spanked by the way her fingers trembled when she unsnapped her jeans and let them slide down her legs. She acted every bit the young girl getting a spanking for misbehavior. She knew it was going to happen but didn't like it. Her look of consternation as she hesitantly put her fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down was almost heartbreaking. The enthusiasm she showed when she went over my lap last night was nowhere to be seen as she lay across Bill's. I know she had been spanked much harder and longer in the past but his falling hand got her to jump from the very first swat. Nevertheless, he did not ease up but gave her a good solid spanking that reddened her bottom and brought tears to her eyes.
Satisfied with our accomplishments we left the women and headed to the garage where we had a great time making lots of noise with the power tools and covering the place with sawdust.
I had an unpleasant surprise when I went back into the house to get something to drink. Debbie was working on the special panties but Nancy was missing. Debbie told me that her cousin was up in her room and warned me that she was pretty upset. I immediately went there and found Nancy sitting on the bed with her suitcase beside her and tears in her eyes. I reached out but she wouldn't let me touch her. I eventually got her to tell what me was wrong and her anger came pouring out. It was the incident in the kitchen. She wasn't acting. As much as she liked the spanking games what happened this morning had taken a direction she didn't like. She was a grown woman who just happened to like getting spanked and she'd be damned if she would let anyone treat her like a naughty child or even hint that they had a right to punish her in that manner ever again. Her tirade ended with the pronouncement that bet or no bet, she was going home and it was nice meeting me but she hoped never to have that pleasure again. She stood up, grabbed her suitcase and would've made it out of the room if I hadn't blocked the way.
I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from leaving and fully expected a major wrestling match as she tried to get free. Instead she put her head on my shoulder and started to cry again. I apologized for my suggestion in the kitchen and promised that a thing like that would never happen again. I could've reminded her that she had some responsibility in the situation. She knew how to say "No" but kept quiet. It was supposed to be a game and nobody wanted it to be taken in the wrong direction. If Bill or I overstepped our bounds all she had to do was let us know and we'd back off. As I said, I could've told her that but she was hurting and needed to vent her anger. Telling her she was partly to blame wasn't going to do either of us any good so I repeated my apology. I added that I would understand if she wanted to leave but pleaded for the chance to see her again. I was going to say more but something prevented me. It was her lips on mine as the suitcase fell the floor.
Now that the immediate crisis was over I asked if she wanted to forego the trip to the art museum or at least wear her normal underwear. She smiled and said, "No, I want to go and to be honest, ever since Debbie told me about how Bill would make her wear her special panties when they went out to parties I've wanted to try it myself. There's only one condition. I want you to spank me."
I asked, "Do you mean you don't want Bill or Debbie to spank you the rest of the weekend?"
She smiled and answered, "That's not a bad idea but what I meant was that I want you to give me a little spanking right now."
She stepped back and in nothing flat all her clothes were in a heap and she crawled onto the edge of the bed. Her head and upper torso were flat on the covers and her bottom was raised most invitingly. I had made a deal with her that she was not subject to the rules of the bet within the confines of this room but this was something else. I wasn't spanking a pseudo-slave but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. As far as spankings go this was not my best. I'm speaking of my ability to turn a bottom bright red and set it on fire but then again, maybe it was the perfect one for this occasion. What she really wanted was to feel my hands on her and after only a dozen swats my spanks became gentle rubbing. It was patently obvious what she wanted next and it wasn't my hand. She stayed in the same position but did a lot more bouncing back and forth as I slammed into her.
When we went back downstairs Debbie had finished her new panties and helped Nancy make hers. They were done in plenty of time to work together on a fantastic lunch. Bill and I needed to take showers after our time in the garage and both of us had assistants under the water with us so it was quite a while before we were all dressed properly for our excursion. We met in the family room for the final formalities before leaving. Much to the girls relief, we decided the point of the exercise was for them to be little uncomfortable so the spankings were only enough to get a mild glow and a bit of sting. Two women lifted their skirts and went over laps. In readiness for the special garments neither woman wore any panties so there was nothing to lower in order for Bill and I to commence the warming.
Then they were properly clothed for a trip to the gallery. We had the women parade around the room so they could get a good idea what the afternoon was going to entail. This was a trip down memory lane for Debbie but new to Nancy and she let on that she shouldn't have been too eager to try it. A token pat and grab and we were ready to go.
As we left the house Debbie said to Nancy, "If you think walking around in these things was bad, wait until you have to sit in the car." A few moments later Nancy grimaced her agreement with Debbie's prediction.
The art display was wonderful. Beautiful works that almost made us forget what was under the skirts. I'm speaking of the men here. As you might expect, the women had constant reminders. I said `almost forgot', but it was hard not to remember whenever we saw a tell-tale attempt to find a way to move that didn't increase the irritation. Luckily for half of our quartet the gallery was pretty crowded and there weren't many opportunities for surreptitious swats or discomforting grabs but there were a few. And when we did they jumped and quietly squealed just as Bill had foretold. We made a side trip to a mall and for once, the females didn't want to spend forever window shopping.
When we got back to the house we allowed them to take off the panties. Of course, that was the last thing they took off. Our festivities were interrupted when we heard Nancy's cell phone up in our room. She was tempted to ignore it but said nobody ever called her on that thing unless there was an emergency. Sure enough, there was a crisis at her company and they needed her right then. As she got dressed she said, "This is something you could help with. I'll pay your normal billing rate if you like."
I smiled and said I would take my fee out in trade and got a warm smile in return. As we left Debbie was opening the hidden closet. They weren't going to bored while waiting.
Nancy was last seen naked with a red bottom from the chafing sandpaper grit. She became Ann almost immediately as we talked about the nature of the crisis and discussed various solutions. As it turned out, the resolution of the problem wasn't as difficult as everyone feared. What can I say, I'm good at that sort of thing. Actually, we're good at that sort of thing. The sharing of an intellectual and technical challenge was invigorating and an unbelievable aphrodisiac. When we got to her car I took her phone and called Bill to lie about the extent of the trouble and that we would probably be all night. I could tell from his chuckle that he saw right through my little deception and told me to have a good time.
I only had a few moments to appreciate Ann's lovely home and that was while we hurriedly made our way to the bedroom. If anyone wanted to find us all they had to do was follow the trail of discarded clothing. The door with the my shorts and her panties in front of it is her bedroom. The noises therein were those of two people attacking each other ferociously.
Once our immediate lusts were satisfied we realized we never had any dinner. We gathered our clothes and went out for a quick bite. The subject of the bet with Bill came up and I had to laugh when I heard what his part of the bargain was if he lost. The important thing was my decision that she had paid her debt in full and was released from further servitude. That got me a kiss and the promise of a warm bed if I chose to spend the night at her house. We called Bill to explain and he chuckled again as he said, "So why are you telling me this? I knew from your first call that we wouldn't see you until you picked up your suitcase and Debbie and I are delighted that you two hit it off. Will you be able to join us for lunch before your flight?"
We completed the arrangements and I while I appreciated his concern, I didn't think I needed them to deliver my pajamas.
Ann and I snuggled on her sofa where we had a long talk about this and that and who knows what all else. We discovered a world of things in common (besides our work and our predilection for spanked bottoms of the female kind) and talked into the wee hours of the morning. To be honest we were too tired to repeat our earlier athletic endeavors but it was very nice to just fall asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning we made our way to the kitchen. She was not the culinary expert that Debbie was and neither was I but we wanted this last breakfast together to be something special. So we created a new recipe for muffins. They were terrible but we didn't really care.
Then she really surprised me. First she said, "I know I can trust you and I'd like to try this again but not too hard and it would be best if you didn't say anything."
I nodded an acceptance of her terms and waited to see what she was talking about. It was all I could do not to keep my jaw from hitting the floor as she put a chair in the middle of the kitchen and silently directed me to sit. Then she was at my side with her slacks and panties around her ankles as she simply said, "Spank me."
I knew what she meant about me not speaking. This was a tenuous moment and if I mentioned anything that could be construed as someone punishing a naughty little girl it would all blow up. I took her over my knee and spanked her hard enough to get a pink glow. Her skin was nice and warm and the temperature in the kitchen also seemed to rising. She told me later I picked the perfect time to stop. We were both turned on but not to the point that we damaged our clothing. I carried her to the bed and slowly finished the disrobing she started. Then she did the same for me and that's where we spent the rest of the morning.
There was a silent sadness when we drove to Bill and Debbie's house to get my suitcase. But then I got to thinking. There was nothing really holding me to my home a thousand miles away and Ann was ample reason to relocate. I asked if she know of anyplace looking for a guy like me and she stopped the car. Her eyes were bright as she asked, "Do you mean it? Would you like a job here?"
I nodded and she said, "No, what I mean is would you like a job. What you did last night was fantastic. Don't smile like that. I'm talking about what you did in the office. Coupled with the work you've done in the last few weeks I'd be a fool to let you go. Would you be willing to work with me?"
She knew I was teasing when I said I would have to think about it and a week later I had moved out of my apartment and settled into a small furnished place in town. She offered to let me stay with her but I'm an old-fashioned kind of man and stayed in my little abode. Raw raucous sex is one thing but I was not about to live in sin. My resolve lasted for six months and when I finally moved in it was as her husband.
That time in her kitchen was a special one-time only gift. Ann and I still include spanking in our lives but they're usually delivered in our bedroom and with nothing more than my hand in direct contact with her bottom. However, every so often we pay a visit to her relatives where Debbie, Bill, "Nancy" and I have a fun evening of special games.
Life is good.
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