Maggie repeated her previous comment of "Wow." and I added, "Double Wow." Jean excitedly said, "Don't stop now. Tell us more. Did he really use the hairbrush on you." Helen laughed and said, "Of course and when my folks found out he was spanking me they approved wholeheartedly. Except for when we went out I was not allowed to wear anything except a T-shirt for the rest of the week and they would take turns spanking me but the last spanking of every night was up in my room. I would take off all my clothes and the whole gang would gather around to watch my cousin use the hairbrush and then they would leave just the two of us alone for the night. In the morning he would give me my first spanking with his hand and I would service him with my mouth."

The other women looked shocked and Helen laughed again as she confessed, "None of it was true. I made up the whole story. Whereas it was true that my folks used to leave me at my aunt's and she did spank me once when I was very young, she had no children of her own so I don't even have a cousin. If it means anything, she did spank me in her room and used her hand and if I remember correctly, she did a very good job but that was the extent of my spanking experience with anyone other than my parents. Please forgive me but after listening to him I wanted to contribute something real steamy so I just combined elements from all three of your stories and spiced it up a little. I hope you enjoyed it." After a few groans and minor complaints we all agreed it was a very good story indeed. Jean commented that 'steamy' was not a strong enough word to describe it and with the lightest blush conceded that it had gotten her very turned on. There was gasps of astonishment at this announcement but they were proved to be false as Maggie whispered that it had the same effect on her. I got a chuckle from the ladies when I said I was still suffering the effects of her narrative and would be embarrassed if I had to stand up. Helen rounded out our group confession saying she had a hard time keeping her hands on the table as she was telling it.

Maggie asked if the part about her Dad using a hairbrush to punish her was true. Helen nodded and offered to get the now famous object for us to see. We waited a few seconds while she retrieved it and it was passed around reverently. Each of us followed the example of the phantom cousin and slapped it hard against the palms of our hands and each agreed it would be a very effective means of punishment. Maggie had it last and said her paddle was more flexible and was just the slightest bit curious to see how a spanking with the brush would compare. Then she turned it so the handle was pointing up and said, "I admit I've used a few household objects during some of my own self-improvement exercises but I never thought of using something like this. I wonder if Helen was drawing on a little of her own experience when she spoke about using this end for that purpose. And what about the details in her story that didn't come from us? They flowed out just as easily and I can't help getting the feeling these were not new ideas she made up on the spot. How about it Helen."

Helen was blushing too much to answer right away but with a little more prodding she admitted that all of Maggie's assumptions were true. We even got out of her that the cousin was someone right out of her fantasies and she had often thought about being under his command. The final detail was the hardest to elicit but since she did not have to rejoin the family after one of her Dad's spankings she would stay in bed and spend a long time with her 'cousin' and the hairbrush handle while her rear end was still on fire.

That's when Jean made her proposal. "It's apparent that all of us know what its like to be spanked and three of us have, each in her own fashion, secretly wished we could find a way to submit to another one to relieve some tension. We've also discovered that we share a common understanding that it can be an erotic experience. I have to admit that I'm still turned on from Helen's story and that's probably affecting my thinking but right now I could use a good spanking. We're fortunate to have a strong man in our little group who is a good friend I'm sure we can trust and has valuable personal experience in this area..."

Helen interrupted. "Are you saying you want to tell him to spank you? Right now? Here? With all of us watching."

Maggie answered for Jean, "That part is obvious but I think it would only be proper if she didn't tell him to anything but ask politely. After all, he would be the one doing all the work. She just has to lie still for a few minutes but more importantly, I think she's suggesting both of us join her. I agree that all this talk about spanking and sex, especially your story, may be clouding our better judgment but if we don't act now we never will. I haven't been sitting around all my life waiting and hoping for another spanking but at the moment it doesn't sound like a bad idea. I vote Yes! How about it Helen? Want to put your ass on the line too."

I was a bit surprised nobody was asking my opinion but I had no objections to the plan and held my peace as all eyes were on Helen who sat quietly in contemplation. She picked up the brush and as if to remind her of its potential, slapped it against her hand. Then she placed it on the table with the handle pointing up and cupped her fingers around it. Her loose fist slid up and down the shaft and there was no doubt what she was simulating as she looked me straight in the eye. She spoke in a voice that I swear was an octave lower than normal and asked if I found the thought of spanking three grown women the slightest bit arousing. If I wasn't sitting at the table they would have seen my answer but a vocal response was called for so I said, "Yes. Very much so and did I hear you right when you said three."

She continued her action on the handle and said, "That's right unless one of them chickens out and since its my hairbrush I want to the first to feel it. I've never felt so wanton but as the hostess I claim the privilege of thanking you properly after we've all received our spankings." She demonstrated what she meant by putting the handle in her mouth. While she was sliding it in and out and licking the sides of it Jean spoke up, "Well I guess we're all in agreement. The only question is how do you want us."

The ball was in my court. What an opportunity. Three very attractive women wanted me to spank them. I was little concerned about how this might affect our continued friendship. To me that was more important than one afternoon of this kind of thing but there was no backing out now. I answered, "I'd like you all naked and kneeling at my feet but I think we'll pass on that for this afternoon. Seriously, the first thing is to get that hairbrush away from Helen so I can concentrate."

She took it out of her mouth and licked it as she walked around the table to me. She wiped it off on her shirt and handed it to me. Without another word she unsnapped her slacks and let them slide to the floor as she asked me to move my chair out so there would be enough room for her to get over my lap. I said, "Not so fast young lady. I haven't answered Jean's question. Let's look at my options. I could have you strip naked like Maggie had to do when she got spanked or just remove everything from the waist down ala Jean's experience. You, on the other hand, just let your pants fall to your ankles like they are now and your father performed the final indignity of pulling your panties down but what you described in your story, which we now know was based on some of your fantasies is another thing entirely so following your family method doesn't seem right. Therefore, although this may not be the perfect compromise, I propose the following. You will take off your outer clothes and present yourselves in bra and panties. I will lower the underpants when you are over my lap and will pull them back up when I'm done and make sure the elastic scrapes across your backsides. As to Helen's concern about one of the others getting cold feet I think all three of you should strip to your underwear now as a sign of commitment. Are there any questions."

Helen bent down to remove the slacks crumpled at her ankles and Jean pulled her T-shirt off. Maggie, on the other hand, made no motion to comply with my suggestion. I told the other two to stop and said it appeared Maggie was having some doubts and I didn't want to go any farther if anyone was having second thoughts. She quickly responded, "No, that's not it. I really want to go through with this but I'm not wearing a bra. It's been a long time since I had to get ready for a spanking but, as you all know, that meant taking absolutely everything off so I have no problem with baring my breasts in front of him. After all, it's not like I'm stripping for sex but I'm concerned about Helen and Jean. They might think they have to do the same and I don't want to force them into doing something they're not comfortable with."

I was about to tell Jean to put her T-shirt back on and they could all stay clothed above the waist but Jean spoke up first. "Who are you kidding? This is all about sex. I'm turned on just showing him my bra and knowing he's going to get a real good look at my bare rear end. Think about what its going to be like to present yourself to a grown man and meekly let him pepper your bottom with that wonderful hairbrush. This is definitely more that just being punished for imagined sins. I'll show you my vote." She removed her bra and stood with her chest proudly displayed.

Maggie smiled and thanked Jean as she slipped out of her sweatshirt. I was like a boy in a candy store and didn't know where to look first. All eyes turned to Helen as she removed her blouse and very sexily unsnapped her bra. She twirled it around her head before letting it fly. Jean said, "You're right, they aren't very large are they." Helen pouted and I quickly came to her aid with the comment that anything more than a mouthful is wasted and they looked very nice to me. They interrupted the undressing while I got three soft kisses on my cheek. Then Maggie and Jean took their slacks off and threw them in the same direction as Helen's bra. They were all smiles as they lined up in front of me in nothing but panties. I said they made a pretty picture and now we were ready to put some color in the rear ends. I reminded them that Helen asked to go first and added that Jean would go last. The other two were familiar with the agonizing wait for the first swat but we heard no mention of that in Jean's recollections so she would have her opportunity to contemplate what she had coming today.

After Helen was over my lap she raised herself so I had no trouble getting her underwear well clear of the target area. I said, "You told us your father spanked you till you were a blubbering mess but I think that's a little much for a spanking like this. Jean never said how many swats she got but I got the idea it was as severe as Helen's and lasted a long time." Jean unconsciously put her hand on her bottom as if to rub away long forgotten memories and nodded. I continued, "Maggie's sounds the least painful but I'm sure the warm-up spanking evened things out quite nicely so since the purpose of today's spanking is not to really punish you for anything I'm going to go with Maggie's one swat per year without the warm-up. It would be impolite of me to ask how old you are so..."

Jean interrupted, "Here we stand almost naked and waiting in line for him to spank us with a lethal looking hairbrush and he thinks asking us how old we are would be impolite? I'm 41 years old." Maggie jumped in and announced she was 43 and Jean said, "Really? I thought you were much younger. You don't look a day over 35 and you keep yourself in great shape." Maggie responded, "Gee, thank you. I try to get plenty of exercise and eat the right food but it's not always easy." Helen spoke up at that point. "Excuse me. I would love to talk with you about health and fitness but in case you haven't noticed, I'm lying here with my bare bottom hanging out. So if you don't mind I'm the same age as Jean and can we get started."

I chuckled and said, "If I may continue after being so rudely interrupted, I'm going to assume you are each over twenty-one and how far over doesn't matter so I'll settle on twenty-two swats. However, lest you think you're getting off lightly. I will apply them as hard as I imagined Helen's Dad did. The last thing is the most important. If any of you want me to stop just say so and I will. All that having been said, I believe I'll paraphrase your 'cousin' and remind you that this hairbrush has an appointment with your bottom young lady." Helen looked up at me and smiled and said, "Yes it does and I'm not the slightest bit sorry for being rude to relatives."

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