As she described, the place was absolutely charming and the entertainment in the evening consisted of sitting by the fireplace with the owner, Sam, his wife Janet and the other three guests, a couple with a son about nine or ten years old. It was as if we had traveled back in time to the days before TV and reminded us all of the wonderful joys of pleasant conversation. We'd tell stories and jokes and sing a few songs together. Even the youngster seemed to like it. He would put aside his electronic game and listen to our anecdotes with excitement. All in all it was a great way to relax after a hard day's work.

One evening the family seemed very quiet and disappeared as soon as the meal was over. A while later they returned without the boy. They were slightly embarrassed as they explained that their son was having a bad day and as punishment he was not allowed to join us. We reassured them that it was quite normal for children that age to get into trouble from time to time and were all slightly flattered to think that not getting to sit and listen to us tell tall tales was a punishment. They added that they had disconnected the TV and taken the batteries out of his game so he could have the opportunity to reflect on his behavior without distractions. We all agreed that although he seemed to be a very well mannered fellow, none of us questioned their efforts or methods of discipline to keep him that way.

About an hour later the mother went to check on him and in a minute called to tell her husband that the lad had found some extra batteries and was playing when she arrived. He sighed as he excused himself and said, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I have to go and speak with him and although I dislike it as much as he does, sterner measures are called for. My wife and I will join you again shortly."

Sam offered, "You can bring him back here. He can sit in the next room so you can still keep an eye on him." With a knowing smile he added, "Or he can stand in a corner if he doesn't care to put his backside on a chair."

The somewhat reluctant father shook his head. "Thanks but he's going to bed right after I'm done with him and you're right about his rear end. It's going to be very sore for quite a while."

When he left we had an interesting discussion on the merits of various forms of correction including corporal punishment. All agreed that if it was an everyday occurrence or exceptionally severe it would border on child abuse, however, an occasional sore bottom was totally acceptable and often necessary to maintain discipline and order in the family. Although she joined in voicing her affirmative opinion of the practice Mary said, "On my part this is an academic conversation. That's never happened to me."

Janet sounded surprised when she asked for clarification. "Do you mean your parents never sent you to another room for a time out or you've never been spanked?"

Mary shrugged, "Both. I was a good kid and don't remember ever getting into trouble. I was on the honor role all through school and hung around with a nice bunch of girls. I never argued with my parents or questioned any of the rules. If I had a 10:00 curfew, I was home by 9:45. I guess it was a boring childhood but I didn't feel the need for rebellion. Aren't all children like that?"

This last was said with a smile but she stood by her contention of growing up without giving her parents a reason to subject her to more than an occasional verbal reprimand. However, upon further questioning we discovered that she was not entirely guiltless. One or two of her excursions into the dark side of adolescence would have gotten her into considerable trouble if her folks found out. At least she was normal in that respect and it was decided that in addition to her good-natured obedience most of the time, she was also very lucky in that she never got caught when she strayed from the straight and narrow.

Our hostess laughingly said, "Well, it's never to late to pay the piper. There are no statutes of limitations on disobedience to one's parents so I think that at the very least, some time to quietly meditate on your behavior would do you good. Don't you agree?"

I smiled as I said it sounded like a good idea to me and Sam echoed my thoughts on the matter. Mary just shrugged and went along with the game as she stood up and asked if she should go to the other room where they were going to put the boy but by unanimous decision she was sent to a corner only a few feet away. Her directions not only included location but an explanation of how to stand and keep her face against the walls. She saw the humor in the situation and couldn't help giggling even during Mary's lecture on the evils of her crime. When Sam was sent off to disconnect the TV in Mary's room for the night she feigned outrage and wailed, "Oh No! Not that! How will I be able to see the news in the morning? My life will be ruined."

As we were laughing the two missing parents returned and were brought up to speed as to why Mary was standing in a corner and making believe she was upset. About that point Sam came back into the room and said, "I took care of the TV and taking a cue from these two, decided to remove the batteries from her toys also. I wasn't sure that their lack of power would really prevent her from playing with them so I brought them along."

Mary spun around and looked shocked but seemed too embarrassed to speak. He was not talking about her laptop computer. From her response we all knew what kind of `toys' he had had in the bag he was holding and they were not the sort of thing a lady wants to admit she carries with her on business trips.

Our hostess immediately picked up on this and scolded, "You should be ashamed of yourself young lady. What would your poor parents think if they knew you carried stuff like that across state lines? As far as I'm concerned, you're still the teenager I sent to the corner and much too young to be playing with that sort of thing. You're in for it now."

Mary was unable to speak and the assumption was that she did not disagree with this unplanned continuation. Janet was old enough to be her mother and was comfortably settled into that role as she turned to the couple and posed the following hypothetical situation. "Imagine that she is your daughter. Would you be proud of her for the things she did to deserve being sent into the corner in the first place? And how about going to some hotel room and using unnatural battery powered appliances to masturbate? How would you react?"

Still thinking it was a joke, the other woman answered, "I'd be humiliated. She'd be grounded for a month and wouldn't be able to sit down for quite a while after she had a little talk with my husband. My son can attest to his father's ability to deliver a long and very uncomfortable message. And I'm not referring to the kind she has to use her ears to understand."

Her husband added his opinion. "You know, when she was standing in the corner I couldn't help notice that, although not near as nice as yours dear, her rear end is quite nice and it would be a pleasure to perform my parental duty on it. Turn around so we can see it again."

He probably meant it as teasing but Mary hung her head and complied. I was forced to agree with his assessment that it was a very spankable asset and Janet added her evaluation of what was now the center of attention. "I couldn't agree more and it's a shame such a fine bottom has been neglected but we can fix that. I, for one, think it's time we do more than just look at it."

Mrs. Evening, still acting as Pseudo-Mom, turned to her fantasy offspring and made her meaning perfectly clear. "Come here Mary. You're going to get the spanking your parents should have given you a long time ago."

There was a moment of silence before Mary shrugged. "Well, it couldn't be any more embarrassing than having you all know what he found in my room so what the heck? Let's see, I suppose I should say, `No Mrs. Evening, please don't do that. I'm sorry and I'll be good. I don't want a spanking. Especially not here in front of these people.' Did I get that right or should I call you Mommy?"

Janet was unimpressed by Mary's flippancy and answered, "Yes you did and you can call me whatever you'd like. Either way it's not up to you to determine if, where and when you need a spanking and I've decided you do and it's going to be here and now."

With a an attitude totally out of character for a person on her way to a spanking Mary giggled as she hung her head and with over-dramatized hesitant obedience she slowly crossed the room. Nobody said a word as she lowered herself onto the waiting lap and was adjusted slightly to present the best angle of attack. Still not taking her sentence very seriously, Mary looked at us and waved before clearing her throat and making an effort to be a little more solemn. "Ahem, OK, I'm ready. Please don't spank me too hard Mommy." Her attempt fell short as another little snicker followed but it was cut off by the muffled slap of the older woman's hand connecting firmly to the raised bottom.

Mary stopped laughing but didn't cry out for that one or the rest of the long series of spanks that followed. It may have started out as a joke but the swats were landing very hard and Mary's whole body was shaking at the impacts by the time Janet decided to stop. Her stoical silence may have given the impression that it was not very painful spanking but there were the beginnings of tears in her eyes when she was told to stand up.

Mary rubbed her bottom and said, "That hurt!"

Although not exactly in synch, the four observers joined Janet in responding, "It's supposed to!"

Most of us laughed at our disorganized version of a Greek chorus and Mary added, "Well, it did. And it was rather embarrassing but it's over now."

Pseudo-Mom was the one who chose not to laugh at our group comment. She remained stern as she said, "What makes you think it's over? I'll admit it was pretty good for a starter but you've still got a thing or two to learn about getting spanked and the benefits of a little soul cleansing humiliation. I intend to make up for the amount of time you've gone unpunished by your real mother and your irreverent attitude. We're not finished by a long shot. Let's see if your impudence continues during the next part. Take your slacks off."

The three guests not directly involved in this exchange could not believe our ears. Mary also shook her head in disbelief but a sharp command from Janet was all it took to remind her of their respective roles in this drama. Then we couldn't believe our eyes as Mary was transformed from a proud and independent woman into a naughty child who now understood the power this other woman had over her. There was no further argument and the only sounds were the rustle of clothes as she removed her sandals, slid her pants down and stepped out of them.

I had taken notice of her legs when she was wearing dresses at work and liked what I saw. Now I had to opportunity to see more of them and the view got better and better as my eyes traveled upward until I saw clothing. However, this was exactly disappointing either. As nice as it was wrapped in suitable clothing, her rear end was even more beautiful clad in only a pair of panties. She wrung her hands as she stood long enough for all of us to get a good look and then Janet held out her hand. As Mary was guided back into spanking position I was torn between compassion for my fellow consultant and the unsympathetic desire to see that very bottom in its natural state. The fact that it would be considerably redder than normal just added to its appeal and I have to admit I was looking forward to coloration process.

After Janet made the final alignment of that cotton-covered beauty she slowly raised her arm. Mary lay in apprehensive anticipation and we held our breath until the silence was shattered by the abrupt and forceful arrival of Janet's hand to the quivering bottom. Mary rather vocally acknowledged that the lack of the slacks protective quality greatly enhanced the spanking experience. No one in the room doubted the effectiveness and potency of each impact. Another one followed and another and another and...

I was amazed that Mary was able to control herself so well. It was certainly not a game any more and the spanks were much louder but she didn't do any of the expected things. No hand was sent back in an attempt to deflect or prevent the swats from landing nor was any effort expended to remove the intended target from the line of fire. To be sure, between her yelps she pleaded for the spanking to stop while apologizing for all her past sins. Janet lovingly accepted these expressions of regret and said she was glad to hear that Mary showed signs of remorse. However, she ignored the other parts of Mary's caterwauling and continued applying her brand of corrective measures to insure that the repentance was truly heartfelt. In spite of the fact that Mary was quite explicit in letting us know that it was not her heart that was enduring the brunt of this exercise she otherwise meekly accepted all the punishment Janet felt bound to give her. Her face was streaked with tears and she was crying pretty steadily when she unsteadily stood up again.

Pseudo-Mom gave her a few minutes to compose herself before announcing that Mary had been spanked sufficiently for her teenage errors. If Mary felt any sense of relief it was dashed immediately as Janet added that there was one more spanking on the agenda. They were going to deal with the matter of Mary's use of those `unnatural devices' and that was going to require access to bare skin. Mary was totally defeated and except for an increase in her whimpering, didn't hesitate in the slightest to obey. Those of us in attendance were all eyes as we watched Mary's trembling fingers perform the final unveiling. Yes, just as nice and red as I expected and in a moment was presented in it's now familiar and very vulnerable position. Truly a marvelous sight for the eye but our ears were not neglected. The slaps of a hand landing on totally unshielded flesh had a slightly different sound although the noises made by the lower half of this quasi-applause were similar in expressing her sorrow and newfound appreciation of this method of communication. And the US Mail Service would have been proud of how long it took to deliver the message.

When it was over Janet proudly exclaimed, "Now that's what I call a well-spanked rear end. Get up and turn around so everyone can see your saucy bottom. That's a good girl. You have to admit you deserved this and don't you agree it's been much too long to go without being punished for what you did?"

Mary was sobbing and could barely speak but acted as if she had no choice but to answer every question put to her or face further punishment. She haltingly responded, "Yes. And thank you for the additional punishment too." Still acting more like a little girl than a grown woman she then asked, "Do I have to go to my room now or should I stay here?"

The matronly woman answered, "Your spankings are over but your punishment isn't. Back in the corner with you and stay there until I say you can leave."

As Mary bent down to gather her discarded clothing Sam whispered something to Janet. She nodded and said, "My husband has a good idea. Leave them there. Keeping your bottom visible will be a healthy reminder to you about the consequences of your actions. As the stinging goes away you'll be able to concentrate on the humiliation of displaying yourself."

Totally dejected, she crossed the room. Her pullover wasn't long enough to cover any part of her bottom but to avoid the possibility that Mary might try to yank it lower she was directed to take it off. All of her pride was gone and with a sigh she returned to Janet and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. She was left in only a skimpy, very sheer and blatantly sexy bra. Mrs. Evening couldn't resist one last manifestation of her dominance as soon as she saw it. With the convoluted logic of one imbued with a strict sense of morality and decorum she said, "Underwear like that is disgraceful and does nothing except accentuate your breasts as sex objects. Your modesty and well-bred demeanor would be better served if you took that shameful thing off." A moment afterwards, Mary headed to her corner, nude but decently devoid of all unladylike garments.

After a few minutes for us to watch the short parade and enjoy the sights and sounds of a humiliated and properly punished woman, Janet slapped her hands on her thighs and stood up as she exclaimed, "That was invigorating. I'm going to make some coffee, anybody else want a cup?"

The visiting married couple looked at each other before declining the offer by saying they thought it was getting late and time for them to get to bed. Sam walked them to the front desk and gave them something before the man smiled at his wife. After giving her a rather resounding swat on her bottom, they shared the special smile reserved for lovers and held hands as they left.

Sam returned and said, "Well, we did it again. They were ready to jump on each other any moment so I gave them the key to the cabin next to theirs so they could have some privacy. I have a feeling the young lad is not the only one who's felt that man's hand on a bare backside but I think the one who's going to get the next spanking is much more willing. I tell you Janet, we should put a bed in this room and the next time we spank Mary I'll bet at least one couple go to it right here in front of us. There's nothing like watching a beautiful woman get a royal spanking to get the juices flowing. You did a fine job tonight Honey."

His wife took a bow and added, "Let's not forget the real star of the show. Come here Mary."

The naked woman was welcomed into Janet's arms and got a big hug as she was congratulated on her part of the evening's entertainment. "You always keep me wondering how and when you're going to get me to spank you and especially this time. I didn't think you wanted the boy to watch and the minute I knew he was not going to join us I knew it would be tonight. You certainly didn't disappoint me. That bit about never getting punished was a nice touch. It's much better than the last time when you spilled coffee on that sweet old man. I can't wait to see what you come up with on your next visit but whatever it is, we'll make sure you get your complimentary spanking. It's Sam's turn next and you know how much he likes to do it."

Mary smiled and said, "Actually, I was supposed to be over his lap this time but I couldn't think of any way to remind you once we got started. If I were you I'd watch out for my own rear end. He's gonna spank someone before he goes to bed and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess who it's going to be."

Sam concurred. "You got that right. There's a lot of life left in that fine old backside and it's been over a month since she got her last one. Forget the coffee sweetheart. As soon as these kids get out of here you and I have a serious spanking to accomplish and then we'll have some real fun."

This time it was Janet who simulated fright but the smile on her face belied her remarks. "Oh No. Someone help me. My husband is going to spank me and then use this poor old body to satisfy his base desires. Whatever shall I do?"

Mary answered her with a laugh. "You'll cry, kick, scream and have wonderful sex just as you always do you old phony."

Sam spoke up again. "Well, time's a-wasting. Mary, get your clothes on and get out of here. I'll reconnect your TV tomorrow."

Mary whined, "You really did that? You know I like to watch the news in the morning. Darn!"

Sam apologized and offered to fix it before he saw to his wife's bottom but it was time for me to take a more active role. First I wanted to clarify my impression of what I was hearing so I asked if Mary always got such special treatment. The object of my question blushed as I was informed that she had been coming to the lodge for years and never left without getting a good bottom warming during her stay. Sam and Janet alternated in providing the willing hand and Mary's bare rear end had been displayed in its colorful glory to many guests. Janet laughed as she added that absolutely none of the observers ever stayed for coffee afterwards including Mary who would head off to her cabin for some quality time with her `toys'. However, after listening to this and seeing the mischievous smile on Mary's face, I had every reason to believe she wouldn't need them tonight or for the rest of her stay.

Always willing to help a lady in distress I pointed out that the TV in my cabin still worked and if she were still there in the morning she was welcome to watch whatever she wished. I've heard of all sorts of lines men use to get a woman to their lair for nefarious purposes but this was the first time having a TV so she could watch the early news was the transparent and successful reason. The kiss she gave me as her way of accepting my offer almost knocked my socks off.

As she started to retrieve her clothes I put my hand on the still warm and very enticing rear end as I said, "Don't bother getting dressed. Just your sandals and coat will do. I'll carry your clothes and we can drop them off at your cabin. You can pick up your toothbrush and a nightgown but it'll be quite a while before you get to wear it."

She straightened up and after another toe-curling kiss corrected part of my plan. "How about if I take a few minutes and get all the clothes I'll need for tomorrow so I can get dressed while watching the news. Oh, and I won't need a nightgown since I like to sleep in the nude. I hope you don't mind."

I agreed to the revision but threatened that I might be tempted to take advantage of a naked woman in my bed when I woke up. She was far from coy as she replied, "I'm counting on that."

Janet smiled at us as she confided, "Sam and I could tell by the way you two acted towards each other that you just needed a little push to get you both in the same bed. Usually we let her put her pants back on before she has to face the guests but he thought you might be more inclined to spend the night with her after you saw a little more. That's why we made her strip completely. He took her vibrators because he thought it was time she enjoyed the after-effects of a spanking with the real thing and I have to agree with him on that score. I know what I like right after he spanks me and I'd say he made the right decision. Now, off with the two of you before her rear end cools down."

I put my hand under Mary's coat to feel the part of her just mentioned and said, "Don't worry. I'll heat it up again. This could use a few more swats and I'm just the man to do it."

The two women switched roles in paraphrasing a previous conversation. Mary said, "Oh No. Someone help me. This stranger is going to spank me and then use this horny body to satisfy his base desires. Whatever shall I do?"

Janet answered her with a laugh. "You'll cry, kick, scream and have wonderful sex just as you've always wanted."

Once we got to my cabin we proved that Janet's prediction was exceedingly accurate.

In the spirit of an old song, "Now that I have found her, I'll never let her go." We had our honeymoon in that very same cabin and on more than one occasion I saw my wife over Sam or Janet's knees. And whereas most men dread it when their wives say they're too tired, Mary just says she would like an `Evening's Rest' and it's hours before we get to sleep.

Life is good.

A note from the author:

I know the pun barely hidden in this story is quite old and absolutely horrible but I was listening to `South Pacific' when I started it and couldn't resist.

Quillis

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