Jeff and Lucy had a good marriage. They were equal in all aspects except one. When it came to marital disputes they were worlds apart. They both shared a sense of responsibility and freely admitted when they were wrong. If he was the guilty party she delivered a well-deserved tongue-lashing and he stoically remained fairly quiet during her tirade. Even when he agreed with her assessment of his actions he got no mercy from her sharp verbal assault. He was a man of few words but she was a woman of many. It was a symphony of harsh expressions that began with the main theme and worked its way into subtle variations. Other faults and old petty annoyances would soon be introduced as counterpoint. Her voice would fluctuate between anger and sarcasm in varying levels of volume until the grand finale that brought him to tears of shame and remorse. Unfortunately for Jeff, one lecture hardly exhausted her supply and she would return to his castigation two or three times before her anger was abated and she felt he had suffered enough. It was an effective means of discipline.

While his penance lasted many hours hers was of a considerably shorter duration but not necessarily easier to endure. The general nature of her diatribe was fairly predictable although the exact form was quite variable. It was a freestyle art form whereas his method was almost ritualistic. It allowed a few variations but was otherwise completely inflexible. It started when he said, "Get the kitchen ready."

He almost never lost his temper so it was always said in a very calm voice. She would accept the decree and disappear for a while only to return when everything was in the proper place. He would give her a simple kiss on the cheek and follow her into the other room. The chair would be pulled out from the kitchen table and facing away from it. Years of experience went into its placement. When they were both in their respective positions there was plenty of room for him to get a good swing and especially space for her legs. She knew she would be kicking wildly and didn't want to be knocking anything over.

He would start with an extensive warm-up spanking using only his hand. Then move on to one of the tools of correction that would be arranged neatly on a counter. First was a wooden spoon and while this is traditionally a female weapon he did not feel that his masculinity was threatened by using it. Next was her own wide backed hairbrush. One or sometimes both of these would be applied to her bottom as he deemed necessary. She couldn't honestly say which she disliked more. The spoon, which felt like sharp bites that he would spread around until she had small red blotches all over or the brush, which covered more area with each landing and had its own special way of turning her rear end on fire.

One more thing about these implements added to her humiliation. They were on the other side of the room and to demonstrate her acceptance of the complete extent of her penance she would have to get up from his lap and fetch the discipline device he chose. If she was sentenced to both items she would make that humiliating journey twice.

The third item on the counter was an old leather belt with the buckle removed. It was about two inches wide and as bad as the other two things were, there was no doubt this was the absolute worst. If he decided that she needed a dose of that they would move the operation to the living room where she had to position herself over the arm of the couch. One of her regular chores was to keep the strap well oiled so it would maintain its flexibility. Prior to placing it on the counter she takes a rag and cleans it off and always hopes that it will remain there. Of course, it's never used without properly preparing her for it. The normal routine in the kitchen with the full application of one and possibly both of the other two items always precedes it.

He would verify that everything was in place and sit down. She would then attend to her clothing by raising, lowering and otherwise doing whatever was necessary so her bottom was completely exposed. He never told her what he had planned so all she knew was that her rear end was going to suffer. The extent and method would only be revealed as she experienced it. Her nervousness would be evident so he would reach for her hand and give it an affectionate squeeze. He is not punishing her out of anger and he still loves her. She would return this gentle gesture as she settles over his lap.

Although the total length of the spankings would not be nearly as long as her harangues it was plenty long enough. In truth, she did not begrudge him his method of resolving family disputes. She knew how much it hurt him when her words reduced this grown man to a naughty little child and it was only fair that his way achieved the same objective albeit via different means. Just as his frequent apologies fail to stop her from belittling him, no amount of begging, pleading and crying lessens her punishment. But it must be said that these entreaties do not fall on deaf ears. While they are confirmations that his discipline is effective they do cause him some anguish. Jeff does not especially enjoy punishing her but once the decision had been made he is committed to see it through. That very commitment is a significant factor in this story but I'm getting ahead of myself.

When I said her period of penance was not as long as when she gave vent to her anger I was only referring to the physical portion. After her culpability had been established he would tell her to expect to pay proper retribution later that evening. She often wished he would do it right away but he was adamant that they should follow their tradition of waiting until sixty minutes after dinner. Only then would he tell her to prepare she kitchen. This ensured that she had plenty of time to contemplate her shortcomings. He knew that she would be too preoccupied during the spankings to give much thought to why she was in that position.

Such was the case on the day this story takes place. The exact nature of their disagreement is not germane but it is important to note that they were clearing the breakfast table when he announced his decision to punish her in the traditional manner. He left for work and was able to put thoughts of the evening aside but, as you can imagine, she could not. Many times during the day she put her hands to her bottom in anticipation of how she would want to do that for a real reason later. Unfortunately, the final part of her punishment prohibited rubbing away the sting after the spankings until she got ready for bed. More often than not that meant a couple of hours of unalleviated discomfort.

Her friend Sue joined her for lunch and couldn't help notice Lucy's distraction. The two women had been friends for years and shared many intimate secrets about their marriages so Sue already knew about the methods Jeff and Lucy used to settle their differences. She correctly surmised that the reason for Lucy's gloomy countenance was that there was a sore bottom on the schedule for that evening. Lucy confirmed the diagnosis. After Sue offered her sympathy she had an idea of how Lucy could avoid her fate. She would invite Lucy and Jeff to dinner or the other way around. They could spend the evening playing cards or something. Jeff wouldn't think of spanking her with their friends present and by the time they left it would be too late for Lucy to get the full treatment and he might even forget about it entirely.

Lucy smiled as she shook her head. The offer was tempting but it was refused for a number of reasons. It probably wouldn't work and even if he postponed it Lucy didn't want to have it hanging over her head any longer than necessary. But most importantly, Lucy didn't want to get out of it. Don't get the impression that she enjoyed being over his lap. Quite the contrary and her pleas and cries were honest expressions of how she felt during the process but a part of her would be disappointed if he heeded them. She earned her punishment and wouldn't feel right until the debt had been paid properly.

Sue had a hard time understanding how someone could be dissatisfied with a lighter than normal spanking and said as much. Lucy just shrugged her shoulders and said, "I know it sound crazy but that's the way I feel. If I do something wrong I should pay the price for it."

Then she moved closer and spoke very quietly. "There's something else I never told you about the spankings. You're going to think this is really weird but just listen. It really hurts during them and the throbbing lasts quite a while."

Sue interrupted, "There's nothing weird about that. What else would you expect?"

Although there was no one else in the house they both continued the conversation in conspiratorial whispers as Lucy said, "That's not what I'm talking about. It's what happens later after the sting dies down a little. For some reason I get really turned on and can't wait to get him into the bed. It must be because it's my way of showing him that I don't hold a grudge and am sorry for what I did and his way of saying he still loves me. I don't know but whatever the reason, on nights when I've gotten spanked we usually have fantastic sex. Not just once either. So unless I get the strap tonight I can expect him to slam into me like a fierce animal and I'll raise my self up to meet every thrust with wild abandon."

Sue exclaimed, "Wow. Mike and I haven't done anything like that for a long time. Does this happen every time you get punished?"

Lucy shook her head, "No. Like I said, if I get the strap I'm in no condition to much more than lay on my stomach and try to get to sleep. But otherwise I guess the answer is Yes. So, is that weird or what?"

Sue was thoughtful. "There could be another explanation."

Lucy's face showed surprise and then she blushed. Sue nodded and continued, "I think you already know what I'm thinking about. Maybe getting spanked turns you on and he finds having you over his knee with a red bottom a bit arousing too. I've read about things like that."

Lucy continued blushing as she answered, "I've considered that possibility too but that sounds awfully perverted. I like my explanation better."

Sue smiled. "It may not be as kinky as it sounds. Why don't you get Jeff to give you a smaller version of his spanking for no reason just before you get into bed and see what happens. You might be surprised."

Lucy moved back and returned to normal volume. "No way. Even if I wanted to do that, which I don't, Jeff would never go along with it. But you try it with Mike and let me know how it turns out."

Sue didn't answer and after a minute or so Lucy brought up the original subject. "It's nice to think about what might happen afterwards but that doesn't change the facts. My poor bottom is going to pay a heavy price for my stupidity and the strap is always a possibility. And while I said I'm prepared to accept his discipline I'm not looking forward to it in the least."

With a final hug of compassion Sue departed. Lucy stayed at the table for quite a while. She looked at the counter and the spot where the chair would go later that evening and sighed. Thoughts of what was going to happen when he sat down on it weighed heavily on her mind.

The rest of the afternoon dragged by and as soon as the dinner dishes were cleaned and put away he set the timer. When it rang he would give her the command she had been dreading and waiting for. It would lead to a very uncomfortable time but then it would be over. They sat together but casual conversation was impossible so they were both engrossed in reading. He was anyway and you can guess why she had a hard time focusing her eyes on the printed page.

Then the doorbell rang. Sue and Mike bounded in and announced that they were taking their friends out for some ice cream and it was their treat. Jeff politely thanked them but said he and Lucy had other plans. Mike innocently asked, "We understand but if it's not going to take a long time we'll wait and then we can all go out together."

Jeff had to chuckle as he turned to Lucy and asked, "That would be a new experience. What do you think? Should we let them stay?"

Lucy was fuming. She did not see any humor in the situation but her anger was directed towards her friend. "Sue, how could you? You know damn well that he's going to spank me. I told you at lunch I wasn't going to try and get out of it and I thought that ended the discussion. What are you trying to do?"

Before Sue could answer the timer rang. There was a loud silence that descended over them for a moment. Jeff was torn between his obligations. In no special order they were to his guests and their sensibilities but based on what he just heard, at least one of them knew about Lucy's spankings so they would not be too shocked. Then there was Lucy and the extra humiliation she would endure. That would be a shame but her only real embarrassment would be because they were hearing it. She had taken it upon herself to tell her friend about how her bottom paid for her mistakes so again; there was nothing about it that inhibited him from his primary commitment. He had said she would be spanked tonight and the schedule was as important as the decree. He said, "The time for talking is over. Lucy, get the kitchen ready."

She gave him and the others a pleading look but was otherwise silent. After a moment she nodded her head in resignation and left the room. She had made the side trip to their bedroom to get the hairbrush earlier so she was saved the humiliation of walking past them carrying it. The strap was in the pantry so she could avoid their eyes while she was putting that and the wooden spoon in their proper places also.

Meanwhile, back in the living room Mike was confused and asked what was going on. Jeff yielded the floor to Sue by saying, "I think your wife can explain everything or at least I think she can. I'm curious to hear how much she knows."

She did, in fact, know the entire ritual and had started her description of it as Lucy re-entered the room. She tried to interrupt but was quickly silenced. So she had to stand there and listen to a detailed account of what was going to happen to her. She was red-faced and embarrassed beyond words. She knew Mike was looking at her and could almost feel his eyes trying to bore through her clothes and get a better look at the bottom under discussion. At last Sue finished and Jeff asked if the kitchen was ready. Lucy looked down and nodded. The issue of whether their friends were staying was ignored as the hosts left them alone.

Sue and Mike had a quick but quiet argument that was interrupted by the first loud smack coming from the other room. They were rooted to the spot as they strained to hear everything. In time the swats were augmented by whimpers and quiet cries which grew louder and louder.

In the kitchen Lucy had begged for him to send them away while she slid her slacks and panties down. Although she knew her request was in vain she repeated it even as she put herself bottom up. It wasn't until his hand made the first of many hard contacts that she accepted the inevitable. He was going to give her this spanking and whatever else he had planned regardless of who was within earshot. Nevertheless, she tried to keep her sounds of distress to a minimum for as long as possible. Given his expertise at this activity as long as possible wasn't very long at all. She finally gave full voice to her pain and humiliation with the fleeting thought that as long as the ones on the other side of the door knew she was getting a spanking they might as well know it was a good one. And a good one it was. By the time he sent her for the hairbrush she had almost forgotten about the unseen audience.

The aforementioned listeners were impressed to say the least. It had been more than five minutes since they heard the first swat and they could hear poor Lucy continuing to cry even when they stopped. Mike said, "I'll bet she's glad that's finally over with. Shouldn't we leave before they come out again?"

Sue shook her head and expanded on her earlier explanation. "You were so busy staring at her rear end you didn't listen to me before. That was just to get her warmed up for the real spankings. She still has the wooden spoon and then the hairbrush to contend with. Listen carefully and you'll hear him send her for it."

They moved closer so their ears were almost touching the door. The muffled words that came through the door were, "Get the hairbrush Lucy."

Sue stepped back a little and remarked, "Did you hear that? He usually gives her the wooden spoon first so maybe he's going to skip it this time. She's probably relieved that it's just the hairbrush."

Mike answered, "I don't think relieved is the right word. I remember you telling me about the time your Mom used one on you and that you certainly weren't relived to feel it."

Sue unconsciously rubbed her rear end and replied, "I can still remember how hard it was to sit down after that one. Still, I was just a young girl and Lucy is a grown woman who can take a lot more. Wow, that was a loud swat. I wish we could see. Do you think they'd mind if we opened the door and watched?"

Mike frowned, "You've got to be kidding. That would embarrass both of them. It's bad enough that we're listening to it. We really should leave."

Sue shook her head, "No way. I forgot their kitchen has a door. It's always open when we're here and I thought we could actually watch him spank her. Still, this is better than nothing and we can imagine what it must look like. She's over his lap with her bare bottom raised high. I'll bet it was nice and red even before he started with the hairbrush. I can almost see it bouncing and dancing around with each swat. Isn't this fun?"

He looked at her strangely and asked, "Do you mean you planned all this? I thought you were trying to save her."

She was so proud of her accomplishment that she blindly admitted her guilt. "Don't be silly. You know how determined Jeff is. If he says he going to do something he will and our being here wasn't going to stop him from spanking her. Actually, I was counting on it. Listen to her now. He's really giving it to her. It's a shame we can't be in there with them but I'll get her to show me her bottom tomorrow. I'll bet it's quite a sight. Too bad that you don't get to see it."

Mike responded thoughtfully, "Yes, it would be a shame if I missed that opportunity. Maybe you're right about watching it. Just think what it would be like if it wasn't just the bottom that was exposed. How about everything taken off."

Sue was glad to see Mike getting into the spirit of things. "She's my friend but I have to admit that a nude spanking is a marvelous idea. That would be so humiliating especially in front of someone other than her husband. Wouldn't that be something to see?"

Mike smiled. "You've convinced me. I'm not sure Jeff would agree to Lucy being completely naked but a spanking with an audience is really a great idea. It might be too crowded in the kitchen so maybe they'll come out here. I'll go talk to him right now."

Sue turned to her husband. "Wow, that would be super. I can't wait."

He smiled and said, "Be patient Dear. I can almost guarantee that all four of us will be in the same room for the next spanking."

She giggled and was so intent on the drama reaching her ears she didn't even give his words the attention she should have. She foolishly added, "Make sure he brings the hairbrush. I know that he's been using it for a while but as I said, a grown woman can take a lot of spanking."

In the kitchen poor Lucy was beyond caring about anything except the fire growing to an unbearable inferno. It took her a full minute of him resting his hand on her back before she realized her ordeal with the hairbrush had stopped.

During that time there had been a quiet knock on the door and Mike asked if he could talk to Jeff for a moment. Rather than let Lucy up he said, "Sure, come on in."

The two men had a whispered conversation and were finished just as the crying wife looked up and saw Mike. Her first response was to scramble to her feet but that was not in her nature. When she was being punished her job was to stay where she was until told to move so she hung her head in shame to have this other man see her in this state. As soon as the two of them were alone again Jeff helped Lucy to her feet and quietly outlined the next stage of the evening's entertainment.

When Mike returned to Sue he said, "It's all arranged just as I said it would be."

Sure enough, they heard Jeff say, "I'm sorry Dear but we're not done yet. Mike wants us to move the spankings to the living room and I agreed. Bring the hairbrush and let's go. They're waiting."

Jeff led the way carrying the chair and Sue was almost jumping up and down with glee when she saw Lucy. Her face was tear stained and she was still crying but something was wrong. She expected to see her shuffling with her clothes gathered at her ankles. Instead she was clothed normally. It seemed a waste of time to let her get dressed if the clothes were just going to come back down again. Sue tried to tell herself that this was a minor thing and that she would soon see what she hoped for until Mike's words from before ran through her head. It dawned on her the Mike might not be the co-conspirator she thought he was. She started to back away but it was right into her husband's arms. He held her tight but it was not a loving embrace. His mouth was right at her ear and he said, "Tell your friend about how you finagled a way to be here when she got spanked. And don't forget the part about wishing that you could see her bare bottom dancing under the hairbrush."

Sue wrestled against the strong arms that engulfed her and struggled with her a feeble apology. Lucy started in on one her better lectures but Jeff stopped her. "I know that's your usual style but I think Mike has a better way to handle this."

Mike nodded, "I sure do. Actually it's Sue's idea. She wanted the four of us to be together for a good old-fashioned spanking with the hairbrush. She also recommended that the bottom meeting it should be nice and red. So we've got a bit of work to do."

Sue was obviously not pleased to hear that and was busy telling them so while Mike carried her to the couch and held her down. He said, "Jeff, I understand that you believe spankings should be on the bare bottom so would you do the honors and pull Sue's slacks and panties down. Then use your hand to get the surface properly prepared."

In a moment that very hand was landing soundly on Sue's rear. She was struggling mightily but was no match for her husband's strong grip so the target was always available. Again and again Jeff's arm came down. Sue's bottom was well on its way to bright red when he finally stopped.

Lucy was surprised to hear Mike ask her to pull Sue's clothes back into place. She was still mad at her friend and made a point of scraping the waistband of the panties over the sore skin. When Sue complained about it Lucy chided, "Stop being such a baby. If Mike's letting you get dressed it might mean he doesn't intend to use the hairbrush after all. That's a lot worse than something sliding over your bottom so consider yourself lucky."

Mike laughed, "Don't make any hasty assumptions. She going to get it just as I said she would but we're not going to hold her down for it. She's going to put herself right back here after she takes her clothes off, gives that thing to me and asks me to use it on her."

Sue was rubbing her rear end and spat out, "Like Hell I will. We're going home."

Mike smiled and calmly replied, "We're not going anywhere until your red bottom has danced and wriggled a lot more. Take your clothes off."

They stared at each other for a moment and then Mike shrugged. "OK, I guess the only thing to do is start again. This time we'll try the wooden spoon. Jeff, would you help her over my lap and pull her pants down. I'll keep her steady while Lucy gets the spoon and this time you can spank her twice as long."

Sue seemed to melt and before Jeff could answer she said, "Please. Don't let him do that to me. You can use a hairbrush on my bottom if you wish. I know I deserve it but not here. Take me home and do it there."

Mike just said, "That's not a bad idea. I think it's something I should have done a long time ago. But that's not the point. You're going to do what I told you right now. Whether Jeff spanks you again is entirely up to you. So what's your decision?"

She saw that her choices were severely limited so she moved closer, handed the hairbrush to him and pulled her pants and panties down. As she started to bend over he said, "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said take your clothes off and I mean everything."

She looked shocked, "Everything? She only has to bare her bottom when she gets spanked."

Mike raised his eyebrows. "What difference does that make? She didn't try to embarrass her friend but you did so I think this is entirely appropriate. Besides, don't you remember our conversation earlier? You agreed that total nudity during a spanking was a good idea. We're waiting but it won't be for long. I'm sure Lucy would just love to get the wooden spoon from the kitchen so Jeff can give you a good demonstration of how that feels on your bottom."

The woman knew when she was defeated. She was already in tears as item after item fell to the floor. When she was naked she stood next to Mike. He took the hairbrush and tossed it across the room as he said, "I want everyone to see you better. Stop covering yourself with your hands and bring that thing back to me."

Sue sniffled but kept her opinions to herself as she followed his orders. What made it worse was that it had landed next to Jeff so she had to walk right in front of him to get it. When Sue tried to hand the dreadful thing to her husband he refused to take it. He said, "I think you have something to ask me first."

Between her tears she said, "Would you please use this hairbrush and spank me."

He nodded and said, "That's a good girl. Continue."

She was trembling as she put her body into a very vulnerable position. A moment later her head shot up and her eyes opened wide as the first swat landed. Alas, it was only the first of many. The bottom it landed on was quite red and did a great deal of bouncing, wriggling and dancing. Perhaps it's ironic that the one who planned this visit in the hopes of seeing that was the only one not able to observe it.

At last it was over. Sue leapt to her feet and grabbed her burning rear end but Lucy was just as fast to seize her friend's arms. She said, "No, don't rub. Jeff doesn't let me and you shouldn't either. The sting is part of the punishment. I know it hurts but what you did was very bad and you need to let the lesson sink in. If I let go of you will you promise to keep your hands away from where it hurts most?"

Sue was in tears but agreed. Lucy stepped back and turned to the men and said, "If I didn't tell Sue about my spankings she wouldn't have been tempted to do what she did tonight. So I'm partly to blame. I'm really mad at her but she's still my best friend and it's not fair that she should be the only one punished for it."

She stopped long enough to take a deep breath and build up her courage before speaking directly to her husband. "I know you don't especially enjoy hurting me and I assume Mike would rather not have to do that to Sue either."

Both men nodded and Lucy finished her statement. "As I said, it was partially my fault that he had to use the hairbrush on his wife. The spankings I got from you were for something else so the way I see it I've earned myself another one and as an apology to Mike I want him to do it. Besides, poor Sue has paid a terrible price for wanting to see me spanked and never got the chance to actually watch it. I want my spanking to be just like hers. The only thing I ask is that he not use the hairbrush."

Mike looked at Jeff and asked what he thought of Lucy's suggestions. Jeff answered, "I'm not comfortable with her telling us how to punish her but I'll consent to a hand spanking as long as it's a good one. It also sounds like she expects her punishment to include the loss of her clothes and I agree. As to you delivering it, I have no objection. After all, you let me have the honor of giving Sue her first spanking so it's only polite that I return the favor."

Totally ignoring that it was Lucy who volunteered for this spanking Mike thanked Jeff as if the woman in question was property to be passed around with or without her consent.

Actually, her strong hint to be spanked in the nude was not entirely altruistic support for her friend. She couldn't help noticing the way Jeff stared at Sue as she walked past him to get the hairbrush. A little jealousy crept in and she decided to give Sue a little competition. She couldn't just disrobe for no apparent reason so she figured out a way to make it seem like their idea. So far it was working. Unfortunately, her plan started to fall apart when she started to get undressed. Jeff interrupted this activity by saying, "I want Mike to strip you. He should enjoy that and you can consider it a price you have to pay to avoid the hairbrush."

It made her uncomfortable to feel this other man's hands brushing against her as he removed the garments. Rather than the pseudo-striptease she planned this was completely different. Every item that came off made her feel more shameful. It was as if it wasn't her idea at all but something the men wanted for their pleasure. She was mentally kicking herself for volunteering for this. Especially when they had her parade around the room before ending up over Mike's knees.

She really regretted her choice a few moments later. I'd say about the fourth or fifth time his hand landed on her. Although he was only recently introduced to giving a female bottom this sort of attention he was determined to make the most out of this particular method. She lost count of how many times he made contact and each one seemed harder then the last. Normally a simple hand spanking wasn't as bad as this but it was the second one that evening with a healthy application of the hairbrush between them so it was taking its toll.

When she was back on her feet she entirely forgot why she thought being nude was such a good idea a few minutes ago. Now she and Sue were alike in fighting a fierce battle against the overwhelming urge to provide personal comfort to their flaming hindquarters. All they could do was hop around in a vain effort of subduing the pain.

Jeff had never derived any pleasure out of punishing Lucy and although this had been Jeff's first time he felt the same way. They shared a feeling of smug satisfaction from the activity but that was the extent of it. However, watching the two attractive and very naked women dancing around the room was something else. It was definitely erotic. It would be nice to say that they were only attracted to their respective wives but that was not the case. The four jiggling breasts and two bouncing red bottoms were equally enticing. Mike finally broached the subject. "I'm new at this. Do you let Lucy get dressed after the spankings?"

Jeff answered, "Usually unless I use the strap. Then she stays on the arm of the couch for an hour with her bare bottom providing the light."

Mike chuckled at the small joke and Jeff continued, "But this wasn't the usual discipline session so I'm not sure what we should do. Let's flip a coin."

He dug into his pocket and produced a quarter that he spun in the air. "Well, well, well. It came up tails. Do you think that's an omen?"

Jeff smiled and answered, "Most definitely. We should keep their tails visible and it would be foolish to have them get half dressed. They stay nude."

Mike immediately agreed. "That was an easy decision. What should we do with them now?"

Jeff smiled, "We could send them to stand in a corner but I like them where they are."

Mike concurred but with a minor reservation. "The only problem is that we can't see the effects of all our hard work."

Jeff quickly came up with a solution. "I can fix that. Girls, turn around and bend over. That way we can see if you've been spanked enough."

The phrase 'spanked enough' was ample reason for them to obey although they felt a little funny about presenting themselves like that. The discussion behind them started on the slightly different shades of coloration but soon became a comparison of the size and shapes of the offerings. The women blushed when the men gave and received compliments on their behalf. Then they saw the men approaching and talking about the relative heat that emanates from a well-spanked rear end. Validation of that point required the guys to put their hands on the backsides in question. It was a bit humiliating but both women were shocked when each husband offered their wife's bottom to the other's touch. A definite requirement if they were to make an objective decision as to which was warmer. They declared it a tie but they had established the fact that the rights to touch them were no longer the exclusive property of their respective husbands.

While the girls were coming to terms with that Jeff asked Mike if he thought the spankings had been sufficient. His friend answered, "I'm not sure. Their bottoms are fairly red but I think they could take a bit more if necessary. My own dear wife explained to me that a grown woman can take a much more severe spanking than a young girl and these are grown woman. Let's give them a chance to show us if they want another session over our knees or even the arm of the couch. Ladies, stand up and face us again. Good. Now grasp your elbows behind you and pull your shoulders back."

If there had been any doubt as to how the evening was progressing that command shattered it. Without the slightest word or indication of rebellion, they thrust out their breasts. You might think that these two women had just been spanked into submission but you'd be only be partially right. Lets leave them standing there in their humiliating display while we go back to the conversation at lunch.

If you recall, Lucy said she was usually eager for sex on these nights but could not bring herself to admit that she liked submitting to Jeff's authority. Sure the spankings hurt but what better way to give her the excuse to do things in bed that she would not normally consider. They eschewed the normal missionary position if favor of more exotic activities and whatever he wanted to do was fine with her.

Sue, on the other hand, seemed to know a bit about that subject but was silent when the off-hand suggestion of her doing that with Mike was raised. The truth of the matter was that she had harbored fantasies about such things for years but could never build up the courage to share her feelings with Lucy and more importantly, Mike. The real reason she brought her husband to witness Lucy's spankings was in the hope that he would find it as fascinating as she did. Maybe then she could broach the possibility that they could try it themselves.

Remember that Mike suggested that he and Sue leave when Lucy was getting her first spankings but it was only a token remark. In fact, he was as captivated with the hidden proceedings as his wife. While he hadn't wanted Lucy to suffer any real pain there was something arousing about hearing this attractive woman receive her spanking. When Sue said they should imagine what it looked like Mike as way ahead of her. He already had wonderful visions of Lucy's shapely bottom upended and blatantly exposed. When he went into the kitchen to talk to Jeff the sight that met his eyes was even better than he expected. Lucy's rear end was as lovely as he knew it would be but the bright red color and the way it delightfully twitched in an uncontrollable and belated response to her last spanking was beyond anything he expected.

And then there's Jeff. While it's true that he did not enjoy punishing his wife that did not mean he didn't enjoy the actual spanking itself. He often wished he could talk her into a much lesser variety of it as foreplay but kept his fantasies to himself. There was something very erotic about the feeling of dominance he had when she was over his knee. This feeling lasted long after the punishment was completed and he couldn't help acting on it a little when they went to bed. He was always pleasantly surprised when she was so acquiescent to his demands. Normally he would never had thought of letting another man look at his wife's bare bottom but he was proud to show off his expertise in spanking when Mike came into the room. The fact that she had no say as to who saw her bare bottom was a bonus. When Mike asked him to spank Sue he was ecstatic. Here was his chance to relish spanking an attractive woman without the guilt of hurting his wife. The only thing that could be better was if she was completely nude so when that actually happened he couldn't help staring at her in lust

So we can see that the seeds of marital submission were already planted. What neither woman had ever imagined was that they would be called on to show their subservient nature in the company of friends. It may have taken a few good spankings to get them to this point but the fire in their rear ends and the look of satisfaction on the men's faces made it a different story. Even though they were being humiliated and treated like chattel they were not about to call a halt to the proceedings. All of these things set the stage but the real turning point was when the men did the relative heat comparison. This was beyond the fact the each fellow had already had their hands there but that was only for the purpose of delivering the spankings. Now it involved stroking, fondling, squeezing and implied a degree of intimacy normally reserved for married couples. After that, everything else was a foregone conclusion even if the complete agenda was unknown. Each one had their own reasons for anticipating when those liberties would be extended even further.

Let's return to the story.

There was an air of erotic expectancy as the women were thrusting out their breasts. The men were openly discussing the parts so beautifully displayed to them. It was hard to distinguish whether the complements were for the owners of said charms or for the man who had legal rights to them. In either case, the guys acknowledged how lucky they were and the women blushed with a little humiliation but mostly secret pride. They were told to turn sideways to show their silhouettes. As it happened they went in opposite directions so they were face to face for a moment. They shared a quick smile and in the way women can communicate without words they told each other that they were quite happy with the way things were going. Fortunately, they had been married long enough for their husbands to understand the quick glance so if there was any question about whether to continue the games it was happily answered.

It was no surprise that a visual perusal was not sufficient. Tactile exploration was definitely called for. As Jeff approached Sue and Mike got closer to Lucy the breathing got a bit heavier. Their relative sex lives were satisfactory but had gotten a bit stale over the years. Now all four of them were turned on more than they could remember. The women were as eager to feel male hands as the guys were to accommodate them. The fact that it was not their husband's fingers slowly running up their sides made it even more exciting. As soon as they felt their already erect nipples being pinched they both moaned and leaned forward to encourage more of the same.

The men kept up a running commentary on what they were seeing and touching. They were not too subtly reminding their playthings that they were just that, sex objects completely available for whatever the guys desired. Nobody had a problem with that and as soon as the discussion came around to verifying that their charges were aroused four small feet were quickly moved apart to give complete access to their lower regions. The panting and ecstatic groans grew louder and louder as the men switched partners a few times and kept the digital manipulation going.

I mentioned that Lucy was a woman of many words but profanity wasn't in her normal vocabulary. However, since this wasn't a normal night she expressed a desire for a certain activity in rather earthy terms. Sue followed in that vein adding a few choice words and then Lucy chose a couple more that Jeff had never heard her say and before long the pleas for release from their overwhelming need were downright vulgar. The men shared the craving they described. Sue was bending over with her hands on the seat of the chair to support her upper body while her husband held her hips steady for his entry. Lucy was on the arm of the couch. This bothered her at first since this position usually involved a lot of pain but when Jeff plowed into her she forgot all about the strap. Both willing receptacles still had a bit of soreness in their hindquarters that was brought back to life when their ravisher's slammed into them. There were many things that happened that night that were previously unthinkable. This was just one more and it was the best so far. The reminder of how the evening started and feeling the power of their husband's hard thrusts drove them over the edge quickly.

Afterwards they all remained naked and talked about what had happened. Everyone agreed it was a fantastic experience and one that should be repeated albeit with some restrictions. The girls argued for a limit of two hand spankings, one from their husbands and one from the other man. The men agreed to part of that but wanted to use either the wooden spoon or the hairbrush when it was their own wife on their laps. They also suggested something even more dramatic. They would all cut cards to see which woman would be over the arm of the couch and which man would wield the strap. They were not surprised that it was voted down. Eventually, they reached a compromise. Two hand spankings as the women originally proposed but since they liked the idea of some risk they agreed to card cutting game but not with the strap. The man who won the cut could choose between the other two items.

Then they discussed the sexual aspects of their get-togethers. There was no question about the man having free hands to stroke, fondle, tweak, and/or probe either female. But when it came to intercourse they were all a bit nervous. These four people had been close friends for years and each one in turn had been guilty of harboring erotic thoughts about the other's spouse. In prior conversations in their own bedrooms each of them knew that their spouse found the opposite gender in the other couple to be physically attractive but had never really considered taking that attraction to reality. Now they had their chance but it was hard to actually say it. It's not important who first broke the ice but it didn't take long after that to reach a consensus. The men now had complete access to both women who promised to obey every command and submit to whatever was requested. A final addendum was that if either (or both) of the women playfully decided to refuse an order the men could give them an extra short spanking or two above and beyond the ones described earlier.

This conversation not only set the rules, it had an erotic effect on the participants. The men were rising to the occasion and it was just as obvious that the women were in the mood for a less talk and more action. By silent and mutual agreement Jeff reached for Sue while Mike was pulling Lucy towards him. Soon the room was once again filled with sighs and moans. There was also an occasional "Ouch" as the fellows spurred their partners onto greater heights with a few well-placed slaps to bottoms still a tad sore. This may have violated the two spankings rule but nobody filed a complaint.

Later that night when Mike and Sue were snuggled together in bed he said, "I'm glad you tricked me into going over there tonight. Not only was it a lot of fun but I found it to be very educational."

Sue kissed him and replied, "I was hoping you would. I've wanted you to spank me for a long time."

He smiled and said, "And that's what I intend to do. Roll over so I can give your luscious rear end a few more swats."

She did and he did and then they did some things together. Back at Jeff's house a similar scenario was taking place.

Epilog:

Whereas Sue got her wish for Mike to spank her occasionally she got more than she bargained for. He also adopted Jeff's method of discipline. Thereafter it was not unusual for Lucy or Sue to meet the other for lunch and sympathy. On one occasion they were both due for punishment but that's another story.

The four friends still spent time together doing the normal things friends do. But every so often the visitors would find a deck of cards and two other items waiting on the coffee table. The women would rub their bottoms and giggle as the men switched partners and disrobed them. In short order two rear ends were quite warm and the festivities were just beginning.

Life is good.

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