"That is not to say that every time one of you is on my lap it will be for punishment per se. My wife told you that I sometimes spank her before we have sex. She may not have mentioned that it's a fairly regular occurrence. They're similar to the spanking I gave you yesterday only in that her rear end is as bare as yours was. In fact, most of the time she's nude. Either way, she is over my lap willingly. The spankings might be a few quick slaps or a long drawn out affair with gentle swats, plenty of rubbing and caressing and only a few hard swats to keep it interesting. Those kind are designed to increase the libido so there are no restrictions on whatever activities may follow. You said you were willing to be spanked for her pleasure as a way of compensating us for your room and board. In those cases the punishments, and I use the word loosely since they won't be true punishments, will be along the lines of what I just described. You may or may not be sent to a corner but if you are it will only be for a few minutes and then you are free to do whatever you like."

The girl thought about it for a moment and said, "That would be much better. Thank you but can I ask that you not do it within a few days after I've gotten the real thing. I'm still feeling the effects of last night and I'd like a chance to recover."

I reassured her that the intention was to make it a pleasurable experience for all parties and any such spankings would only be on a bottom that was not suffering the ill effects of a recent punishment. Although a bit of sting was inevitable, my wife would attest to the fact that the bottom in question would find some level of enjoyment from the experience.

She thanked me again but still had some reservations. She turned to her older sister. "Does he always make you strip before he spanks you? I mean, is it like when we get ready for the strap? Doesn't that make you feel ashamed?"

My wife answered, "What do you mean? He's my husband and I love taking my clothes off for him. I'll admit I felt awkward the first time he saw me nude but the excitement of what we were going to do next far overshadowed any embarrassment. Are you still shy when you take your clothes off to have sex?"

There was a little blush as we were told she was still a virgin of sorts. The vibrator my wife saw her using broke through her hymen long ago but no real life male had traveled that path. So, except for her Father, her doctor, a few relatives that were present at her punishments in years past and me, no man had seen her in less than socially acceptable clothing. And the first two on that list were the only ones to have seen her breasts. So the reality of being nude for other than physical check-ups or real punishment was foreign to her.

My wife asked, "When you're in your room and thinking about some boy taking you over his knee do you see yourself with or without clothes? What happens when you ask for it? Do you slowly take everything off first or just whisper in his ear that you want him to spank you?"

There was a bit of shock on her face as she responded. "I could never ask anyone to spank me even in my fantasies. I know the ones I think about aren't like Mom or Dad's but they're still spankings. It's bad enough we have to tell Dad we need the strap and ask him to spank us but that's because we have no choice. I guess I can't get away from that fear even in my fantasies. I want the guy to do it but I can't bring myself to actually ask for it."

There was a brief discussion regarding this fantasy spanker and apparently, he was interchangeable with her current boyfriend, a favorite teacher, a cute classmate, a complete stranger or (she bashfully admitted) me. Then we went back to the nudity question. I was somewhat surprised at the candidness of her answer. She was sharing intimate details about her secret sexual desires. Understandable as girl talk with her sister but not usually aired with a male type (for example, yours truly) within hearing distance. Nevertheless, she seemed relaxed except for the fact that talking about it got her to breathe a little faster.

"The usual scenario is that he, whoever he is at the time, tells me to strip. At first I think he's just teasing but than I realize he's serious. Of course, I refuse but he's adamant. Then he tells me I'm being disobedient and have just earned a spanking. I don't know what hold he has on me but even though the fantasy `me' objects verbally I know it's going to happen and don't try to run or get away. His earlier request for me to take my clothes off is now a command and I still refuse which is something I would never do with Dad. But that's as far as my rebellion goes and when he calls me to his lap I slowly approach him knowing full well what's going to happen when I get there. He takes me over his knee. I still wearing my jeans so it doesn't hurt but the first swat is a shock. This is the first time he's ever spanked me and I'm ashamed to be in this position. The important thing is that he's establishing his dominance. I don't struggle or try to get up and thereby waive the rights to my own bottom. It is only a token at this point but we both know I've surrendered that part of me to him. He is free to spank me as you would a small child but he can't see anything improper. That comforting thought only lasts until I'm told to stand. He immediately unsnaps my jeans and they slide down my legs. I could easily grab them and prevent their downfall but I don't. My acquiescence has expanded and I know it's not going to stop there. I'm back in position and feeling his spanking more acutely. It's not like one of Dad's where all hell breaks loose from the start but more like you described except he doesn't stop for any gentle caressing. Stinging slaps but not unbearable."

She stopped for a moment and we could see the telltale signs that she was doing more than just telling us a story. She was absorbed in her fantasy as she spoke.

"Then I'm on my feet again. There's a fleeting hope that's he's satisfied but it's barely in my mind when he starts to pull my panties down. I still have some resistance and beg him to leave them on. I know what a bare bottomed spanking feels like and I try to convince him that it is no worse than with panties on. I offer to let him spank me again if he will just let me keep this small vestige of modesty. He laughs. For some reason they always laugh. It makes me feel the separation between us. I'm a silly girl and they think my protests are not only ineffectual but funny. It destroys my dignity and I'm silent as the panties flutter to join the crumpled jeans. As I go back down I'm told that my offer to endure more spanking is moot. He intends to continue with or without my consent. I know it's true and that fact, combined with the shame of my present display makes the next series seem much harder to bear. Again, it's not as hard a spanking as I've gotten in real life but it stings something awful and seems to go on forever. Sometimes this is as far as I get."

She stopped but something in her voice told us there was much more and she needed a bit of prodding to get her to tell us what sometimes happens next. Just as we thought, while she may've found some momentary satisfaction at this breaking point she quite often continued her fantasy and self-gratifying activities to bring her to greater heights.

"He tells me to step out of the jeans and panties. I quickly comply and head towards a corner but he stops me before I take more than two steps. He says he's not done and when I turn to face him and beg him not to spank me again he reminds me that the decision when to terminate the punishment was his alone. I return to his side and briefly wonder why he let me get up if he intends to add more to my aching bottom. Part of me knows the real reason but can't accept it until I hear the words. My mouth wants to protest but my fingers obey his directive. My T-shirt is pulled over my head and with a silent gesture he causes them to start working on my bra. I'm embarrassed and scared. My fingers don't seem to be working properly. They fumble with the catch but he doesn't get impatient. He enjoys watching my nervousness and understands that any delay is due the effects of humiliation on my motor skills and not outright disobedience. At least not at this point. I finally get it unhooked but the next step is very hard. Usually, when I'm changing my clothes in my room I have no problems with this garment and it slides off quickly and easily. Now I want to delay the final exposure of my breasts to him as long as possible. I clutch it to my chest and clumsily extract both arms from the straps. I'm still holding it in place as I give him a pleading look. He smiles in a way that lets me know he has caught on to my game. Apprehension is no longer an excuse. I am bordering on rebellion. He tells me to stay the way I am and stands up. As he walks away I hang my head. I can no longer ignore or suppress the arousal the spankings have caused in me. I want things I've never experienced before but cannot express. I can feel my nipples hardening which increases my desire to keep them hidden. I have given up almost all of my body to his control. Surely he will understand that I've reached my limit and can not expose myself entirely."

She looked directly at me for a moment. Then she lowered her eyes.

"I can't see him but I hear him rummaging around my dresser. I know he's looking for something to use on me that will be more effective than his hand. Part of me wants to let the bra fall before I suffer more pain but I have my convictions. I know I will eventually lose the fight and he will see all of me but my pride demands that I hold out as long as I can. He returns and stands directly behind me where I cannot see him. I don't know what he has in his hand but I have no doubt that, whatever it is, it will probably be sufficient to accomplish his goal. I am right but not in the way I expected. He moves slightly to one side and puts one hand on the front of me just below the waist. His other hand pushes gently on my shoulder. That is the hand that holds the means of conquering me but I still don't know what it is. All I can tell is that it is hard and cool against my skin as I bend forward. I do a quick mental review of the things on my dresser and I remember my hairbrush. I shudder as I think of how that's going to feel when it comes crashing down on me. He puts one foot next to my ankle and pushes it outward. I am having some minor difficulty maintaining my balance as my feet are moved farther apart. He is not satisfied until my thigh muscles are stretched to the limit. It is uncomfortable but it will soon be nothing more than an irritant when the spanking continues. The worry about him seeing my breasts seems foolish as I am in a position where my sex is openly displayed. I wait for the first swat and almost move out of position when I feel the cool plastic touch me where I least expected it. This does not feel like the hairbrush and when he turns it on and it starts to hum I realize it is not an implement of pain. He has found my vibrator and now it's finding me. He runs the tip of it on my most sensitive spot and I moan. He inserts it about an inch and I'm pushing back to take more of it. It goes away and my bottom is waving in the air searching for it. He is keeping it just out of my reach. I get so close I can feel the air moving around it. Again he barely touches me and then withdraws. This is his method of extracting my compliance. Rather than punishing me into submission he is offering a pleasure I'm desperate to have. Without saying anything I know what the price is. The bra slips from my fingers and I am rewarded. It slides in easily."

I was sure that if her vibrator was close at (or in) hand she would be suiting action to words. She was ignoring us completely.

"Then he takes my hand to replace his in controlling it and tells me to stand straight. I expect, No, I want him to touch what I have tried so hard to keep hidden but he is satisfied to look at them. My legs are getting weak but he makes me remain as I am, totally nude, my legs stretched as far apart as they will go and masturbating with my vibrator for his entertainment. I am beyond caring what he sees. The vibrator is moving in and out at a rapid pace and if he won't touch my breasts then I will. My free hand is squeezing and pulling and twisting my nipples as he strolls around me to watch my performance from all sides. I am startled when he gives my bottom a quick spank but it pushes me higher. I'm pinching and shoving as hard as I can as more spanks follow and ."

She stopped and slouched in her chair. After a minute to catch her breath she remembered she had an audience and blushed. Then with a giggle she said, "I've never gotten past that point. What was the question again?"

None of us could remember what exactly led to her telling us about her fantasy but we expressed our appreciation for hearing it. Then she cleared her throat to get our attention, "Ahem. If we're finished I'd like to be excused to go to my room. I have, uh, something to do."

My wife gave the request her blessing and said. "I think that's a good idea. I want to have a special meeting with my husband. I say we all go to our respective bedrooms."

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