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Get your own Free Home PageI took that as goading me to see if I could truly come up to her father's standards and a second later she bounced and yelped. She immediately apologized saying it had been a long time since she felt the hairbrush applied back there and had forgotten how much it hurt, especially the first one but she would try to be quieter for the rest. I told her that she was welcome to make as much noise as she wished but unless I heard her or either of the other two ask me to stop I would not let any sounds of discomfort distract me from my task. So saying I put action to word and delivered the next swat.
I shared her feelings to some extent as it had also been many years since I spanked a female bottom. The hairbrush was more substantial than the ping-pong paddle but the basic technique was the same and the enjoyment (for me at least) hadn't diminished over the years. There was something so wonderfully familiar about watching the implement spring off a firm behind and leave a red echo. In spite of her advanced(?) years Helen's bottom was still nice and firm. A quick glance at her companions promised more of the same. The sweet little bounce of the skin on her rear was accompanied by her whole body responding for a fleeting moment. You can't get that kind of action with a little love tap and as long as she was willing to stay where she was, I was going to see how much motion I could get from each one.
True to her promise she maintained a stoic silence for the next ten but then the ever increasing 'Ouch's started. By fifteen she was moaning and in tears by twenty with two more to go and I didn't slack off one bit. When I was done she stayed on my lap for a minute to compose herself and tearfully thanked me for making it a very realistic trip down memory lane. Then she asked if her rear end was as hot as it felt. I accepted that invitation and put my hand on her. I stroked the reddened surface gently and assured her it was quite warm to the touch. The purring sounds gave me the idea she would like me to keep my hand on her and the slight wriggling was very reminiscent of the way the last girl I spanked acted.
I was tempted to explore other aspects of her bare offering but had two anxious ladies waiting for their turn on my lap so I bent down to retrieve her panties from around her ankles and pulled them up. I was sure to drag the elastic over her bottom and got a slightly different 'Ouch' before I helped her to her feet. On the way up she further emulated my college friend by putting her hand in an inappropriate place to verify that I had indeed found the activity to be an arousing experience. She whispered in my ear, "That part is mine later."
Maggie was next in line and we went through the lift your bottom and pull the panties down routine. She said, "It looked like it hurt but it wouldn't be a real spanking if it didn't. I still remember what the paddle felt like and I admit I'm a little nervous but also curious to see how the brush compares. May I have it please?" She wasn't asking for her spanking yet but wanted to hold the object that would be used. I handed it to her and she held it like a sacred icon before giving it a kiss and passing it back to me. With a sly smile she said, "I'm ready now and if I don't see anything wrong with being rude to relatives either."
Looks like she wants her session to be as hard as Helen's and I was happy to comply. I brought the hairbrush down hard. She must have mentally prepared herself better than her predecessor and all I got for my efforts was a soft "Oh". I took that as a challenge but she held out until number eleven and I got the first 'Ouch'. Now we were getting somewhere and I was going to show her how people who are rude to others are put in their place. She said she wanted to evaluate this against her childhood sessions and since I'm sure they weren't given in the spirit of fun I felt it necessary to come as close as I could. By the time I delivered the last swat she was also in tears. I didn't wait to be asked but again felt the warmth radiating from her skin while waiting for her to tell me when she was ready to stand. After a minute or two she showed no signs of moving to her feet but she was moving. With great reluctance I held off temptation and took my hand away so I could replace her underpants and kept the elastic good and tight as it traveled over the slight hump of her bottom.
Once she got to her feet she thanked me as Helen did and commented that since she always stayed nude after her parents spanked her she never got to feel the elastic treatment before and would just as soon leave her panties off after her next spanking. Nobody remarked about her hint regarding future activities of this nature and I briefly wondered if she was thinking about presenting her bottom for punishment to her husband or me. My musings were interrupted as Jean stepped up and said she was ready. I patted my lap but she wasn't as ready as I thought she was. She stood where she was and said, "You were correct when you said the wait was agonizing and seeing how hard you treated them has made it worse or maybe better. I'm more than a little bit scared but, how can I say this politely, very excited. Presenting myself to you for a spanking with next to nothing on is all I thought it would be but not enough. I've never had a spanking where I didn't see to all the preparations personally and I'm not going to make today an exception." She took her panties off and stood completely nude as she asked me to punish her.
I told her I would be honored to do the job and she stretched across my lap. She mentioned that this was the first time she was over someone's knee since she was a little girl but today it felt right. I smiled and was about to deliver the first swat when I heard her say, "What Maggie said to the waiter was nothing compared to what I would have said and as far as I'm concerned he can stuff the check up his ... Ow!" I heard enough and stopped her dissertation with a hard downward stroke. She didn't feel the need to hide her feelings as her spanking continued. Each swat elicited some vocal response but I couldn't believe a few swats with a hairbrush was anything like her parents and the belt so again I was motivated to make each one as memorable as possible. I think I succeeded and her tears were flowing freely when it was over. I did what I could to provide soothing comfort on the sore area which means I let my hands roam all over her firm red backside until I thought she was ready to join the others on their feet.
She stayed nude for only a moment before she ceremoniously put her panties back on and made sure we all saw how hard she did the elastic waistband over wounded territory trick. It warranted applause and that's what we gave her. She bowed gracefully and thanked us as she wiped away her tears.
I said the next thing on the agenda was some corner time for all of them and since there were three empty corners available they could each have one to themselves. I was more than ready for a little sexual relief but was unsure if Helen really meant to follow through on her earlier offer because I may have gone a little overboard in my enthusiasm and probably spanked a tad harder than they expected. However, that didn't seem to be the case as Helen coughed lightly and said, "Excuse me but I believe the plan was for them to be in the corners while I, uh, well, you know." I quickly changed my decree and excused her from heading to the assigned place.
All of a sudden I had a mutiny on my hands as the other ladies rejected Helen's assertion of hostess privilege. They were her guests and therefore it would only be polite for her to let then be the ones to 'Thank me properly'. It's wonderful to have three women arguing over who gets to do something like that for you but I was getting impatient so I resolved the issue and told them they could take turns. They all agreed with my wise decision and Maggie reminded them of my first request so with giggles, three pairs of panties were removed and thrown across the room.
Now I was in heaven. Three lovely women were naked and kneeling at my feet. They were also busy taking my pants off and I ended up on the floor with three warm mouths attacking from all sides. Somewhere in the fray I lost the rest of my clothes and found out the Helen's small breasts were as nice to hold in my hand and mouth as I thought they would be. They kept changing places and I was able to compare all three sets and found none of them lacking in any respect. My hand also discovered just how much of an erotic experience it was for them too as I gave into the temptation to explore more below their waists than the heat of their rear ends. It would have been nice to explore that area with another part of me but that part was being attended to quite nicely so my disappointment wasn't too much to bear. I lasted as long as I could and I'm not sure whose mouth was on me when I reached my climax but I know it wasn't Helen because she was telling whoever it was to be careful and not get any on the carpet.
She didn't.
We stayed on the floor for a while and Maggie said, "Well, that was nice but are we going to get back to the card game? I believe it's my turn to deal." We all laughed and returned to our places at the table. The seat of the chair was cold on my rear end when I first sat down but at least I wasn't sitting on a recently spanked bottom like my friends were. They were doing the most delightful wriggling and squirming.
Helen got serious for a minute and said, "I don't about Maggie and Jean but I want to thank you for spanking me. To be honest, you gave me more than I had planned but even so, it was just a pale comparison to what I got when I was younger. I wonder if I could still go through a full session of my Mom's wooden spoon or Dad using the hairbrush." I wasn't sure what she was telling us but Jean continued in the same vein. "I know what you mean. My original idea was just a little spanking for fun but when the time came we all let him know we wanted something more. He got me to where it was starting to really hurt but my folks would have considered that just the beginning. I don't know if I could give them the belt to use on me and put myself into those positions for the full treatment anymore either." Maggie added, "In case you're wondering about my comparison, the hairbrush felt quite different from the paddle but it was hard to tell since I never felt the paddle without a long warm- up."
I said I was sorry to have disappointed them but they all quickly assured my that wasn't the case at all and they were quite satisfied with my performance. To prove it Maggie stood up and displayed her bottom. The other two followed suit and as each one made her presentation she was assured by me and her fellow sufferers that it was still quite red. Then Jean lightened things up by pointing out that, like Helen and her 'cousin', here we were, good friends playing cards in the nude. That get us to laughing again and we finally decided to give up. Nobody was paying any attention to the cards and it was time to call it a day.
It took a few minutes for each of us to find our clothes and the ladies made a great show of pulling their panties up and used Jean's method of elastic dragging. Helen didn't bother putting anything else on and walked us to the door. She asked whose turn it was to host next week and Maggie consulted her pocket calendar to verify that we would meet at her house. Jean smiled as she commented, "Hmmm. Cards at Maggie's house. Home of 'The Paddle'. Are we going to see it?"
Maggie looked at me for a second and when I smiled she turned to the others and said, "I think we might get to more than just see it and you can both feel how it compares to Helen's hairbrush."
They all turned to me and asked if they should bring bathrobes. It took me less than a second to decide. "Yes you should and that will be all you're going to wear during the card games until I decide it's time to pursue other activities. We're going to do this right. Since it's Maggie's paddle she will get to go first and show you the proper way to fold your robes before you do your hairbrush/paddle comparison. We'll stick with the twenty-two swats but since I heard some complaints about how that wasn't enough we'll follow the whole ritual and I'll see that you all get a nice long warm-up."
They grimaced as each one ran a hand over her own bottom and imagined what was in store for them but were all smiles as they agreed with those conditions and then, in a not too subtle way, expressed their desire to be alone and very soon. Helen, who brought her faithful wooden friend with her, was already stroking the handle lovingly.
As we shared a group hug, there was no doubt, we were all looking forward to our next meeting.
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