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The next Saturday morning I had to do some chores so it wasn't till the afternoon that I could meet Gabrielle and Bernice in the special place and then we would go swimming. As I approached the grove I could hear them laughing and they giggled conspiratorially when I sat on the old log between them. There was a cessation of their conversation and the kind of snicker that brings out the paranoia in all of us. After a minute of awkward silence Bernice asked me how I enjoyed the previous Saturday. I started to blush and mumbled that it was OK, I guess.
Bernice giggled again and said, "What's the matter? Didn't you like taking your clothes off and getting a spanking? She told me all about it."
Now my blush was complete and my humiliation fueled my anger as I demanded to know exactly what Gabrielle told her.
Her summary convinced me she had gotten every little detail. My indignation was slightly abated when she mentioned Gabrielle's agreement to be nude when I spanked her. I smiled broadly when she explained, "Gabrielle told me she's been thinking about that all week and she's looking forward to it. Isn't that right Gabrielle?" The object of this revelation didn't have to answer. Her red face told the story and Bernice changed the subject but not by much as she pointed to my crotch and asked, "Oh, is that the thing you were talking about?"
Needless to say, Gabrielle wasn't the only one thinking about her promise. The image of her standing naked and waiting for me to spank her had been on my mind almost every waking moment this past week. You could also say I had a physiological response whenever my mental musing brought this picture to the forefront of my consciousness. This day was no exception especially since hearing how she felt about it and that it might actually come true. I had risen to the occasion and then some. There was no use denying it but I wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed in front of them or not. If it were just Gabrielle and me I wouldn't have tried to hide what she had already seen in the flesh but Bernice's presence induced me to put my hands together and cover my all too obvious arousal.
That turned out to be a fruitless effort as I found my arms gently tugged away from their guard duties by a girl on each side of me. I felt more exposed then when I was standing in front of Gabrielle last week with my underpants around my ankles but being a visual aid in their sex education wasn't so bad after all. However, it got almost painful as the object of their gaze put the seams of my pants to the test so I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. They complained that couldn't see it as well and convinced me to pull my T-shirt and shorts off so the uncontrollable bulge in my swimsuit was more visible. What is as embarrassing as hell when it pops up in class was now a tower of pride.
Since the subject of our conversation was sex and we were talking rather freely about it I suggested they join me in removing their loose fitting clothes so I could see their figures wrapped in tight swimsuits a little better.
There was a second of silence before Bernice said, "I'm afraid that won't be possible. We're not wearing them. I hope you don't mind but we wanted to know what it felt like to be naked outdoors with just each other first so we did that this morning. After we made our pact to let you spank us we decided to leave them off this afternoon so you would know we're serious. Our suits are in the towels and all we're wearing is our shirts and shorts."
My poor little brain almost went into overload. First there was something extra special about knowing the garments I could see were only one thin veil to unmasking all they had to offer. And then there was the hint about both of them getting spanked. To top it off, they put their hands on me to feel that I was as hard as it looked through my suit. Believe me, it was. Somehow I made my mouth work and said, "I hereby declare myself Ruler of the Land and the people therein. The ex-Queen Gabrielle is due for a spanking and it appears the Lady Bernice is in need of special attention from her King also."
Gabrielle affirmed my hypothesis by saying that her tattle-tale friend had expressed more than passing interest in joining the game and was very anxious to serve me also. Bernice blushed as she nodded her concurrence with this latest revelation but she added a small caveat, "It's true Sire. I accept your right to rule over me and that includes accepting your discipline. However, I am not the Lady Bernice but a simple maid and it would be improper for me to usurp the Lady Gabrielle's position. I'm happy to be a Lady-In-Waiting until after Your Majesty has seen to her correction."
With playful sarcasm Gabrielle said, "Thanks pal. I appreciate your loyalty."
Bernice's smirk grew larger when I pointed out that since Gabrielle had a higher standing she should not be expected to remove her clothes herself and her maid would have to take them off her mistress. The gleeful look changed in a way I couldn't fathom as I added, "Of course, as her maid you are subject to her authority and discipline also."
Now it was Gabrielle's turn to smile as she acknowledged my understanding of her rights in regard to her friend. "Have no fear Your Majesty. I will make sure she is obedient to both of us. She already knows the feel of my hand on her bottom and she will feel it again."
I asked for an explanation and while Bernice hung her red face in shame I was told that there was more to their morning preparations than removing clothes. Gabrielle's most recent experience at receiving a spanking was only a week ago but Bernice's rear end had been unscathed for many years. To better understand our new game she let Gabrielle give her quite a few good hard swats both before and after their mutual disrobing. Bernice then agreed to serve as the other's servant during my reign so my decree regarding her deference to Gabrielle was not a surprise to anyone except me.
Now that our respective roles were established and as soon as I got my chin off the ground we were ready to move on.
I don't think I stuttered too much as I sent them to their feet and since I was still a little unsure if this was really happening I gave Gabrielle one last chance to back out. As regally as possible I said,. "The Lady Gabrielle has previously agreed to submit to a spanking at my hand. Is this not true?"
Gabrielle showed due respect and anticipated my next comment. "It is true Milord and although you magnanimously offered to bare only my bottom, I further agreed that I would be unclothed when I yielded to your chastisement. If it please Your Grace I am ready."
Oh boy, was I ever pleased and my throat was to dry to talk so I gave her the Regal Nod.
With a sharpness in her voice she spoke to Bernice as if she had always been her servant. "The King wishes to see me naked. What are you standing there for? Get over here and get these clothes off me."
Bernice performed a small bow of servitude and rushed to comply with her Lady's command. Gabrielle tried to maintain a stoic aloofness as befitted her station while her friend unbuttoned her blouse but when it came time to have the shirt removed you could see she was a little nervous. This seemed to delight Bernice and she stood behind Gabrielle for the unveiling. She put her hands over Gabrielle's shoulders and opened the shirt so there was nothing to block my view as the garment was slid down her arms.
My eyes were glued to the two beautiful things just exposed while Bernice stepped back to give me and Gabrielle plenty of opportunity to enjoy the moment although I think my enjoyment was slightly more than Gabrielle's. Perhaps her experiment of being nude in our secret grove this morning didn't prepare her to present herself to me as much as she hoped. And then there was the fact that the exposure of her charms on that occasion had not been a solo performance, Bernice had shared the excitement of baring it all in the great outdoors with her. Things were a little different now and her bravery barely masked her embarrassment.
I was not the only one to notice her predicament as Gabrielle uncertainly put her hands behind herself to give her maid access to the snap and zipper of her shorts. Rather than see to Gabrielle's further disrobing Bernice turned to me and said, "My Lord, I have a request. Lady Gabrielle mocked my loyalty earlier and I would like the opportunity to show my devotion. I ask your permission to let me stand naked with her."
I boomed out my answer. Actually it was more of a croak but the gist of it was that she had my blessing. I'm not familiar with how serving maids normally strip but Bernice took her time with each button and when her shirt fell to the ground I had four beautiful bumps to stare at. I was like a kid in a candy store and didn't know where to look first as she stood next to Gabrielle. As if they had rehearsed how to exhibit themselves to me (and they had) both girls locked their arms behind their backs and thrust out their chests.
A couple of hours (or just a minute depending on your sense of time) I whispered, "Continue."
Bernice undid her shorts and bent over as she slid them down and stepped out of them so I didn't see much but when she stood up all was revealed. In retrospect, I didn't see any great secrets other than pubic hair but at my tender age it was fantastic and my swimsuit was in serious danger of ripping if you get my drift.
When she turned to attend to Gabrielle I had the chance to note that her bare bottom was as nice as any I had seen (which wasn't many unless you consider the short time I had Gabrielle take her panties down the last time we were here and of course, National Geographic). Then I noticed a trace of red from where Gabrielle had spanked her that morning. She said it was quite a few hard spanks but judging from the fact that it had been a couple of hours ago I could tell it was a lot more that a few. Nevertheless, I had my duty and before the day was over I intended to add even more but that was in the future and this was now and Gabrielle's shorts were on their way south.
Gabrielle was a little more relaxed as she moved her feet about eighteen inches apart and waited for Bernice to move both their clothes out of the way. Then two lovely girls were at my disposal for Imperial Perusal.
Maintaining my Regal Composure I said, "Turn, um, aro., er, around, uh, so I can, um see, your , um, er, uh, "
Who says you need to complete a sentence when you're King? They got the message and the Imperial Perusal took in two, count em, two soft, inviting and eminently spankable bottoms. They got the idea that I would like to see that part of them more prominently displayed so they put their feet together and bent way over keeping their thighs pressed tight and thereby depriving the aforementioned Imperial Perusal from seeing their most private charms. The Most High and Mighty Ruler of All He Surveyed chose not to press the point out of deference to his friendship with these two lovely creatures. (I know that sounds noble but the real reason was that my voice was not operational.) This led to a moment of silent appreciation and on some unseen signal between them they rose and faced me again.
Looking at their breasts was old hat by now but I didn't mind seeing them again. I was wondering how long I could get away with ogling before we got around to the spankings when there was a small revolt. It started when I made the mistake of standing up. They gave each other a quick glance and nodded their heads. The next thing I knew they pounced on me. I was in no condition to fight too hard when they pulled my swimsuit down and they where so fascinated by what they saw they put their hands on it. I admit it wasn't unusual for that part of me to be wrapped in warm fingers but this was the first time the hands weren't my own. They kept up their attack(?) while I stepped out of the suit so their King was as naked as his subjects(?). Since normally improper touching was the order of the minute I put my hands on their breasts and ascertained that there must be a direct connection to these soft handholds and their lungs. As I squeezed them and rolled the nipples in my fingers both girls sighed quite distinctly. Be that as it may, we kept up this mutual grope and feel until I warned them to move out of the way as the Royal Cannon erupted. It was time for me to regain my Kingdom and since I was out of ammunition (but only temporarily, reinforcements were not long in making their presence known) I had to use my hands.
I spun Gabrielle around and only had to put the slightest pressure on her back before she bent over and put her hands on her knees. The Majestic Hand landed with a thunderclap. Well, maybe not that hard but it landed. Lady Gabrielle gave a tiny "oof". I did not choose the option of intermixing soft taps in the count. First of all because she had asked me to spank her hard when I gave her bare bottom the one good swat last weekend and secondly since she had obviously spanked Bernice fairly severely this morning I felt it just and fair that she get her full due with full force. By Royal Spank number three she was up to a quiet "ouch" and a definite yelp at number six.
As I stepped back from her I couldn't help but notice Bernice in a similar position and doing her part as a Lady-In-Waiting for her spanking. A King's gotta do what a King's gotta do so the Majestic Hand did what a Majestic Hand should do on a Loyal Subject's proffered and more importantly, bare bottom. Six times I slapped down and waited a second or two before lifting it up to come down again.
I had gotten over most of my nervousness by then so it was only with the slightest trepidation that I put my hand back onto the most recently spanked rear end and caressed it. The Lady Gabrielle moved so the Healing Magic of the King's Hand could perform a similar soothing action on her. Opps, my hands strayed between thighs that miraculously opened to allow my fingers to touch the holy of holies.
One of the disadvantages of being male is that when you are nude the primary sex characteristic is quite visible whereas their secret treasures were still somewhat hidden from view. However, as anyone who has ever worked on a 59 Ford can tell you, what may be difficult to see can still be explored quite well by feel alone. I found the wetness I had only read about and uncovered another direct connection to their ability to breath without gasping and sighing.
The expected reinforcements had already started to arrive and the Royal Cannon (in honor of the ladies) were working its way to standing at attention and awaiting further orders. However, I had no real need of it at the moment since my fingers were busy with the joy of spelunking and being happily welcomed into the entrance halls of two beautiful girls.
When I had reduced these two haughty ladies of the court to panting wenches I withdrew my hands and they turned around to talk of how they felt about the activities up to this point. Actually, the conversation was more along the lines of where and how they wanted me to keep touching them and I discovered that I wasn't the only one who indulged in a little self-gratification. I had a limited number of hands and their fingers were busy on the parts I temporarily neglected. The Royal Cannon was expressing a wish to fire another salvo but it was shy and wanted to do it in a dark place safe from prying eyes. There were two likely locations within reach but they made it clear that any activities involving my armory were to be done by hand. All in all it wasn't too disappointed in the result.
We all held hands as we walked back to the cabins and during the evening fish-fry and campfire we exchanged smiles that let me know they were not too dissatisfied with the way we spent the afternoon either.
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