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Get your own Free Home PageLife went on pretty normally. I spanked my wife and her sister got spanked by her new beau. They remained together as a couple even after she got top marks in her calculus class. He not only ignited a fire in her bottom (both sides) but got her so interested in the beauty of numbers that she changed her major to mathematics. Although most of the dates ended up (pun intended) in his apartment the two of them became regular fixtures around our house. He was a very likable young man and once I got him to stop calling me "Sir" like I was an old man we got along just fine. After all I was not more than four years older than him.
As I mentioned earlier, spanking his girlfriend for our entertainment stopped after she met him and found another outlet for her desire for a warm bottom (both sides). But if you remember I didn't say they stopped completely. She got into a spot of trouble and while not enough to get her the full treatment with the strap, she was over my lap for a long hand spanking that really got her attention. But what I'm talking about here is the `entertainment' variety and what I said was the fun we had with her that one night wasn't repeated for a long time. Actually, about six months.
We had him over for dinner and all pitched in to clean up. Then we went into the living room to choose between Scrabble, cards or a movie. My wife giggled and said she remembered a similar discussion a while back and how the evening turned out. Her sister blushed and our guest said, "Oh. Was that the night you told me about?"
The blush deepened as she nodded. Of course that required an explanation. It turns out she enlightened him on her spanking history. How she really was still subject to over the knee discipline by her parents (and me) when needed and about her suggestion that she get spanked for entertainment purposes and that we (my wife and I) considered spanking suitable for punishment and for pleasure the same way the two of them did.
After the lengthy explanation (and aren't you happy I didn't relate every word of it?) there was a bit of a pause and I said, "Well, what'll it be? Cards? A movie?"
I didn't get to mention any board games before a quiet female voice said, "I want him to spank me."
Just as her suggestion so many months ago had stopped all conversation she accomplished the same goal with far fewer words. The agenda for the evening had been established and the only thing left was to work out the details. There was a pause as all eyes turned to her and she flicked her gaze between all three members of her rapt audience. She was looking for some sign of approval from my wife and I as it was our home that would be turned into a den of debauchery. Of course, we had no problem and contemplative nods brought the focus to the newest member of our little spanking club. He was slightly flustered but only for a moment. He read our faces and pointed as he said, "Is that the chair? Move it to where it's supposed to be."
In writing his words they sound a bit cold and more like an order but that wasn't the case. He was smiling broadly as was she while she scurried to obey. He waited until all was in readiness before standing. She met him halfway and my wife and I both sighed, "Ah" when they kissed. Then she raised her hands so he could lift her T-shirt and pull it off. Like a choreographed dance she turned in a complete circle stopping mid-rotation only long enough for him to unhook her bra and then continued around. He maintained a hold on part of the bra so when she was facing him again it easily slipped off her arms to be tossed to the side. He explained that this was one way he could tell if she really wanted a spanking. Actually it was two ways and both nipples were showing definite signs of arousal. A gentle kiss and a tiny nibble got a soft moan which added to her conviction that she was an eager participant in the proceedings up to this point.
It was interesting to see how they had developed their own rituals as they moved to the chair. Surprisingly, it was she who sat down and he went down on one knee in front of her. Not what I would consider a very dominant position but he was there to take off her shoes and socks. She rose and he stayed down to loosen and lower her jeans. She was back on the chair for a second as he drew them over her feet and they repeated this up and down motion as the panties followed the jeans albeit much slower. He inched them down at a snail's pace and only when they reached her ankles did she plant herself back on the chair for their final removal. As soon as they were gone he became upright in more ways than one if you know what I mean. The events so far (and I assume thoughts of what was to come) had a visible effect on him. He readjusted himself and held out his hand. She took it and he assisted her to stand as he said, "Are they in your purse?"
She nodded and adjusted her stance so her feet were placed very far apart and her arms locked behind her. It was a very attractive sight but our attention was focused on him rummaging in her handbag and extracting three unusual straps. He took the time to show them to us. They were not like the leather one in our drawer in at least two ways. First, they were not the same color. The one we had was dark brown while these were a much lighter shade and we would appreciate this shortly. The more important difference was that they were not designed to impart discipline themselves but to assist in the dispensation of same and enhance the experience for the recipient. Two were simple pieces of Velcro and each was about eighteen inches long. They had taken the original strips and sewed the two parts (hook and pile) together end to end. He stepped behind her, attached the bindings and the effect was to cause her breasts to stand out more prominently. Then he had her turn around for us to inspect the inexpensive and clever way he fastened each wrist to the upper portion of her opposite forearm. The third strap was similar in nature to the other two but long enough to go from just above each elbow to keep her arms from separating. Now we understood why they had chosen that particular color for the straps. It matched her skin perfectly so the first thing you noticed was that she was completely helpless without the visual distraction of typical bondage equipment. The smile we saw when she faced us again showed her to be quite happy with their routine. She had been absolved of the responsibility of removing her own clothes and with the addition of the straps she was equally free of any means to prevent or inhibit whatever he planned. He decided to verify that she was still in the mood by standing slightly behind and off to one side while slipping his hand between her legs. We saw his fingers snake forward and heard her soft moan as they made contact with a very wet opening. He smiled in satisfaction and said, "I think she's ready. Normally we use my bed but the couch will do. Would you mind moving?"
We yielded our comfortable spots to them and I sat on the chair with my lovely wife sitting on my lap while her sister stretched herself over his knees and rested her upper torso on the sofa. I wondered how he was going to balance her over his knees on the chair since she did not have use of her hands to steady herself but this arrangement gave him excellent access to a spankable bottom without undue stress on either of them. He even provided more support by putting a hand under her chest. We couldn't see it but the reaction when he squeezed or tweaked was evident. As he was getting ready to put his other hand to good use I decided my wife's breast was in need of similar attention and one of my hands unhooked her bra so the other could sneak under her two layers of clothing and my fingers found a hard nub. As my other hand (the one that unhooked the bra) had nothing better to do I let it slide up and down an available thigh.
The prone body jerked and its pale bottom jiggled with the first swat and the way he caressed it (the bottom) showed all of us that he really loved it and the girl it was attached to. But that did not mean he treated her like a fragile treasure. His subsequent spanks alternated from so light as to be nothing more than a gentle tap to good hard ones. Those caused her whole body to shudder and the tenor of her moans to change from unadulterated joy to definite discomfort but well short of anything approaching a request for cessation or a lighter attack. The bindings on her arms appeared to take away her instincts for self- preservation. She was his to do with as he pleased whether it was an application like the one we were witnessing (spanks and caresses) or one as a result of his need to "Take Drastic Action" when she fell behind (no pun intended) in her math studies.
I hate to interrupt but part of their earlier explanation made it clear that he occasionally reinforced the math lessons with hard spankings. They took pains to clarify that his assumption of rights to dispense corporal punishment was limited to her failing to apply herself in her mathematical studies. In all other aspects of her life they agreed that I was the only one to decide where, when, and how to punish her as I had to do for that little spot of trouble I mentioned before. As far as her payment for lapses of her study habits and his correction were concerned, I was assured they were not pleasant experiences for the young lady and they did not lead to sex. Lest you think him a boorish brute, she was quite happy with this arrangement. Do you remember that the night I asked for her sister's hand in marriage? This same bottom provided the demonstration of proper parental discipline and she later made the comment that the thought of someone else taking over her father's job in dispensing discipline didn't sound too appealing. Well, her views on that subject had changed and she was happy to have someone special to keep her focused.
Speaking of focus, let's get back to the spanking in our living room.
By now the swats were fairly light but the state of her bottom enhanced the feel of even these gentle taps. My wife had gotten bolder and was back on my lap but without her pants and my thigh exploration strayed under the edge of her panties and into a warm spot. Her T-shirt managed to ride up higher and higher so as to be useless as a veil to her modesty so it was discarded. Her bra was hiding a bit but not much as my hand went from breast to breast. I decided it (the bra) was in the way so that followed the T-shirt to the floor. That's when little sister asked her lover/spanker to stop. He didn't question her request and complied. We (the guys) waited for an explanation but did not interfere with the long and silent conversation between them (the sisters). All I could see was a steady stare but the woman on my lap understood. She stood up and wriggled out of her panties. Then she uninhibitedly stood in front of her sister's boyfriend with nothing but a smile. After giving him ample time to appreciate the view she started to lay across my lap but the eyes of the other naked female made an additional request. My wife nodded and hung her head as she moved her feet wide apart. Her back was towards me so I didn't get to see anything special and besides, I'd seen it many, many times but she was facing the couch so her sister's boyfriend's got the benefit of the display. His smile indicated that he was pleased by the enhanced view but she didn't stop there. She gripped her opposite elbows behind her back and raised her head as she thrust her chest out. Although her sister didn't have to ask him to verify her arousal and desire for a warm bottom she made such a request. Her voice quaked a bit which belied her proud and confident posture as she quietly said, "Do you think I want a spanking?"
She was standing close enough that he could easily reach her and I admit it was a mild shock to see my wife offer her most intimate secrets to this young man's touch. It probably wasn't necessary for him to tweak both her nipples since they were obviously poking forward but I couldn't blame him. They are very tempting and he would be a fool to resist a quick feel. Since he was held down by the girl on his lap it took more of my wife's cooperation to accomplish this. He raised his hand and she bent forward to meet it. She told me later it was one of the hardest things she ever did but she was swept up in the excitement of the evening. When she felt the first contact she shuddered and then allowed herself to freely accept and enjoy his gentle pinching and pulling on her nipples. She had committed herself to follow her sister's ritual and when he took his hand away she inched even closer for the other method of verification. As in the case of her breasts, a visual inspection was enough to see how aroused she was but given that he was a typical male and she was offering more than a glance he seized the day. Actually, he didn't exactly seize it and it wasn't the day he was stroking. I couldn't see his hand but you'd have to be blind and deaf not to know when he shoved a couple of fingers inside. He announced that (based on his limited experience) she was extremely ready and willing to have her bottom spanked.
It took a moment for her to catch her breath before thanking him for his opinion and was all smiles as she returned to me to finally put herself on my lap. For the next ten minutes all eyes (except hers) were treated to the sight of a pale rear end slowly gain some color. In this respect we (the boy and I) approached the chore in like manner. A few gentle swats, some rubbing and squeezing and then a few harder ones working our way to an occasional real attention-getter followed by a gentle caress to comfort and assuage any feelings of panic. During our portion of the show his hand never left the adorable bottom on his lap. Whenever I glanced in their direction I could see it moving to lay claim to the entire surface and parts somewhat hidden. Little sister grimaced whenever I gave my wife an exceptionally hard swat but otherwise seemed to not only enjoy watching us but definitely reveled in his non-spanking activities in and around her own lower parts.
When the hue of her hindquarters matched her sister's we (the boy and I) had our own silent communication. I stopped spanking, nodded in his direction and he nodded back as he raised his hand to match the position and height of mine. We did a mutual set of nods in the traditional one, two three, go and had a double duet. Our young guest and I provided the percussive effects as we matched spank for spank on the most available bottom and the respective owners of said bottoms provided the vocal accompaniment ranging from quiet moans to the occasional "ouch". The male communication was working perfectly. One or the other of us would indicate the desire for a really good swat and the sounds of two hands coming down hard on soft bottoms merged into one resounding slap. The females caught onto our game and managed to express their excitement and periodic discomfort in harmony.
The next order of business was to have the red bottoms side by side for a proper comparison. The areas we intended to focus our eyes on (as our hands had focused their efforts) weren't exactly next to each other. They both stood as they had done earlier with their feet planted wide apart so the distance between the red parts was far enough that we couldn't truly evaluate the results of our mutual labors in one glance. However, we didn't mind moving our heads back and forth like spectators at a tennis match as our eyes went from one lovely bottom to the other. Of course, the closer we got the harder it was to see the two of them but that didn't stop us from performing even more intimate inspections with our hands as well as our eyes. And as long as we were walking about there didn't seem to be any reason why we couldn't stroll in front of them for further review. After stopping at my wife for some pinching, stroking and probing I moved to her sister. There was only a few years difference in their ages and they could've been twins, especially when viewed as they were presenting themselves. I had taken some ungentlemanly liberties with the younger of the two when I gave her the fun spanking months ago I had limited my hand to her bottom (unless you count my actions with her vibrator). This night was different. Her boyfriend had already put his hands on my wife and since she didn't object I couldn't see why I shouldn't have the same privileges with both females too. So, both of us male types had a good time playing with both naked women.
I asked him when he normally untied his girl and he had a smile as he said, "Sometimes I release her right after the spanking but she likes it better if I wait until later if you know what I mean."
I said I understood completely and ran to our bedroom. I quickly returned with a pair of my wife's sheerest stockings. She mildly complained that they were a good pair and I should've gotten some old ones but I wasn't about to leave again and promised to buy her as many as she needed for wearing as I turned her self- imposed hands behind her back position into a sloppy but effective reality. She waited until I stepped back to try and extract herself and then smiled as she said, "I can't get out. You've got me at your mercy and I love it. Why haven't we done this before?"
Ii didn't have an answer but we were both sure this wasn't going to be the only occasion where she was bereft of hands and arms. A trip to the fabric store was scheduled for the day but then we turned our hearts, minds and hands (mine only) back to the present. She told me later that letting her sister's boyfriend touch her was pleasant but uncomfortable until I tied her. Then she understood why her fellow sufferer(?) smiled so broadly when she was first bound. The feeling of helplessness blew away all her inhibitions and when we (the guys) went back to playing with our toys her body responded in building arousal no matter which hands were doing those magic things.
We continued driving them up the wall to ecstasy and my cohort freely explored all my wife's many and beautiful charms. He only sought my permission once. We were both behind our respective women and decided to add a few swats to keep the color and heat of the backsides from fading. He said, "I hope you don't mind but you've gotten to spank both of them and I've only had the opportunity to tend to this bottom. Would it be alright if we switched? I won't spank her hard but her rear end is as nice as this one and I'd love to try my hand at it."
I answered, "I have no problem with it but I don't own my wife. The decision is hers. Sweetheart?"
She took up the answer. "If he had asked if he could spank me a few hours ago I would've thrown him out of the house but ."
She hesitated a moment before continuing. I think our guest would've been content with a few swats while she was standing but wasn't about to balk when she said, "Sit on the couch and take me over your lap like you did her. Then I want to feel the full impact of these stockings. Spank me the way you do to her when she needs punishment. I want to know what it's like to get one like that when I can't do anything about it."
In a moment the first part was accomplished but before he started on the rest of her request she added to my shock. "Honey, take your clothes off. I want you in me as soon as he's done and I won't want to wait until you take to our bedroom. Modesty seems a little silly and I don't care if he sees how you can turn me into a wild animal in heat. Take me hard and fast."
To be honest, her modesty wasn't my first concern. I had been nude the last time we had a night like this but stripping in front of her and her recently spanked sister was one thing while doing it with this young man present was another. Nevertheless, her desires struck a chord that overrode my hang-ups and as his first swat landed I unbuttoned my shirt. Her cries were pitiful and when I called a stop after a few spanks she vetoed my command and said she was willing to take a dozen more but I had better be ready to fulfill my duty immediately.
Normally I have no trouble keeping my promise that punishment spankings were not meant to arouse. In fact, I never felt anything sexy when I had either woman over my knee and was providing serious discipline. The sounds she was making as he continued the spanking were just as I heard during those times but something was different. Even though I could hear how much it hurt her physically I was convinced she was getting exactly what she wanted and if anything, my visible ardor grew with each swat. I was so fascinated with what was happening on the couch I didn't notice the other party not involved in the spanking until I felt her touch me. You may remember that she didn't have the use of her hands so guess what she used. She had slipped to her knees and worked her way in front of me. She's a good sister and wanted to make sure the part of me my wife desired most was truly up to the occasion. I would've never thought of making our houseguest service me in that manner but again, you have to realize the effect the whole evening was having on all of us so I wasn't shocked when her lips slid over my ever growing erection. I barely had the presence of mind to wonder where she learned to do that so well but the smile of her boyfriend's face when he saw her told me he had experienced the joy of her oral attentions many times.
There was a moment of confusion when my sore and horny wife was on her feet. How do you make love to a woman with her arms bound behind her? I started to help her to the floor but her ever-helpful sister said, "No. Not like that. It's very uncomfortable to lie on your back with your arms like that. Try over the arm of the couch."
We did and it worked perfectly.
As we were delightfully occupied half of our audience was making curious yelping sounds. I glanced in their direction to see him standing behind her and matching my thrust with a good swat to her bottom with one hand while divesting himself of his clothing with the other. As my wife and I finished they took over the show in a similar but slightly different manner. They showed us that doing it on the floor didn't need to be uncomfortable. The trick was to avoid having her on her back. He took a cushion from the couch and put it on the floor. She went down on her knees again and rested her chest on the cushion. Her rear end was raised and only minor adjustments regarding the distance between her knees brought her to the right level for him to gain access. The part of me that was still responsible for her discipline and safety was pleased to see him using proper protection. Although I was glad to see them engaging in safe sex I don't think that was uppermost on their minds. The one wrapped around the outside of the condom as well as the one inside probably didn't even notice the thin shield. They were lost in their own world and just like her sister a few moments before, she also reacted to the present pursuit with the same wild, enthusiastic and primal abandon.
When the festivities were over I was sent to the bedroom to get some soothing lotion. Each sore bottom had a pair of hands applying it along with loving comfort. This led to renewed interest in sex but in a slower and more intimate manner. So my wife and I retired to our bed while her sister violated one of our first rules. She entertained (and was entertained by) a member of the opposite sex in her room and I never did get around to punishing her for it. It was quite a night.
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