They left me alone till I got up from the couch. The had put their own clothes to rights and were looking as guilty as they could. They started to apologize but I held a finger to my lips to shush them. I knelt down, kissed each hand which had given me a spanking and unzipped each of their pants to kiss the parts which had just given me such pleasure. I stood up and smiled as I said, "At least you didn't strip me naked. You left my socks on." Ben returned my smile and said, "We can fix that." He knelt down to take one off. Vance did the honors with the other while Jason moved behind me. His arms came around beneath mine and cupped my breasts. The other two lifted my legs and they carried me to my bed where I got to watch them shed their clothes. And let me tell you, having three guys pay loving attention to your body is not bad at all even if it did include two more spankings but they were just little ones and both led to very enjoyable couplings.

The morning after our first little escapade nobody said anything about it. It wasn't like we felt guilty or anything. It was just one of those crazy things that happen sometimes and we went back to our old routines. Well, that's not entirely true. I don't know about them but I thought about that night quite a few times and wanted a repeat. The sex was great but it was my reaction to the spankings that really intrigued me. I was shocked to find myself thinking more about that then the sex but I didn't know how I could bring myself to ask my roommates to do it again.

But back to the present. I'm still sitting in the back seat of a car with two of my old roommates on either side of me. The second movement has started and I pull my skirt up just a little and put their hands on my thighs as I think back to the night we broke all conventions and truly established my role in our special nights.

About a month after that first memorable evening fate stepped in and I noticed a classical music station had scheduled a recording of the same orchestra playing Beethoven's Eighth Symphony and I got an idea. I promised to make a special supper and got them all to say they would stay home. I timed it perfectly. Dinner was finished and the dishes cleaned up just as I turned the radio on and heard the first notes. They all perked up and joined me to listen. I waited till the last movement before I put my plan into action. They were so engrossed in the music it wasn't till it ended that they noticed me with my nose in the corner. One of them asked what I was doing. The dolts. What does a girl have to do to get spanked. I rubbed my bottom vigorously and then put my hands on top of my head.

That did the trick. Jason told Vance to get the chair and when it was in place I was told I could turn around. The three of them were standing together and Ben beckoned me to join them. I shuffled over and looked down. Ben asked if I had been a naughty girl again and I nodded. Vance asked what happens when a girl is naughty and I said she gets spanked. Jason asked if she gets spanked so it stings a little and I said, "No." and got the feeling he was reminding me of how I said the first spanking last time didn't hurt too much. That led to him taking my jeans down and giving me his first memorable spanking. I knew what he was really talking about. If I wanted to get spanked tonight there would be no starting off with a few token swats with my jeans on and I was going to feel the full force of their hands from the very start. I knew my rear end was going to regret my decision but my head agreed with him so I said, "She gets spanked very hard so it really hurts and that means she should not be wearing slacks."

I still had my hands on my head and some part of me wanted to keep them there to show my submission so I stood straighter and pushed my waist towards him. He reached out and unsnapped my slacks. As I felt them slide down my legs the embarrassment of standing in my panties returned but it steeled my resolve to accept their punishment.

Ben said, "That looks more like a girl ready to be spanked but what about after he spanks you." I wasn't sure if he was telling me to ask each of them to take me over their knees or talking about the sex afterwards so I figured I would address both of them. I took a deep breath and said, "She gets another spanking, just as hard and long as the first one." I turned to Vance and continued, "And then she gets a third one to make sure she learned her lesson and it should be even harder and longer than the first two. The men who punish her may find it a arousing experience so she would be expected to show her gratitude by giving them complete access to her whole body to be used as outlet for their sexual desires."

Well, there it was. I had just asked for three hard and painful spankings and let them know I was willing to have sex with them afterwards. What more could they want?

Jason then asked, "What if the girl decides she's been spanked too much." He was giving me a way out but as I said, I had been thinking about the first time we did this and how it had affected me. Besides, I had to know what it was between me and this spanking thing. The only way I could fully understand it was to see if I still felt the same way after a really severe spanking and if truth be told, ever since I started planning this event I was secretly hoping they would take me even farther. It was imperative that I give complete control to them so I said, "If a naughty girl is to be disciplined properly she must suffer whatever her chastisers feel is appropriate and they must ignore her cries and pleas. I hereby willingly surrender all rights in deciding how much I am to be punished." They took a minute to absorb what I had said. I don't know which would be worse. They would either think I was a fool for standing in front of them with my pants around my ankles and laugh at me or take me up on my offer and spank me to tears and then some. At last Ben said, "Very well. Shall we begin?"

Well, I had my answer. Vance knelt down to help me step out of the jeans and this time he got my socks off early. That caused me to giggle but the humor of the situation quickly faded when he reminded me what I said about being punished properly. Was this what I had in mind? I knew I would have my panties taken down for at least one 'proper' spanking and was prepared to agree to it if necessary but I figured I could justify my acquiescence as obedience brought about by previous punishment. If he ordered me to take them off now I would obey in keeping with my statement about giving them control of my punishment and it would be their decision and not mine. But this was not a command, only a suggestion. Did I really want all the spankings on my bare bottom? I had just given up the only real protection to soften the feel of their spanks and it would hurt just as much with or without the underpants. The only thing standing in the way was my modesty. It would be humiliating for them to see me naked below the waist before my punishment really started, or maybe it had. That was the key. I wasn't asking just to be spanked, I wanted them to punish me and humiliation was almost as important as the physical pain in the process. I only wished they hadn't left the decision up to me but as it was I had no one to blame but myself and shame swept over me as I closed my eyes and lifted my sweatshirt so he could reach my waistband of my panties and I asked him to take them off.

I don't how he could have pulled them down any slower and every inch increased my humiliation. It was as if that special night last month never happened and I was being exposed to them for the very first time. After I stepped out of them I didn't know what to do with my hands so I put them on back on my head. My sweatshirt wasn't covering anything significant but that was only my opinion. Apparently they thought otherwise and said it had to go so I submissively raised my arms as they pulled it off.

Needless to say, I wasn't really surprised to feel someone's fingers playing with my bra strap and saying he voted to finish preparing me for what he called 'a truly proper spanking'. The others quickly voted 'Yea!' and believe it or not a part of me was almost delighted to see them getting into the spirit of things. As for me, I wasn't sure what my breasts had to do with getting my bottom spanked but the way I tried to rationalize it was that I was going to be naked before the night was over anyway but this was just sooner than I planned. A lot sooner. Well, plans are made to be changed. I hadn't counted on losing my panties so early in the game either but that made no difference now. They were gone and the guys were in charge. They were going to use their hands on unshielded skin and since I gave up my right to vote it was three to zero that their eyes would have the same privilege from my head to my toes but I was determined to raise myself above the humiliation and bravely lowered my arms for it to be slid off. Once I was back in the 'hands on head' posture they stepped back and told me to twirl slowly. My bottom had yet to feel even the lightest swat and I was totally humiliated as I displayed myself to them. They kept me standing there for what seemed like forever.

Finally Jason took my hand and led me to my destiny. When I was in the proper position, he ran his hand over my bottom and remarked that it was a very sweet one but would soon be a lot redder. He was the one who had taken down my jeans and spanked me over my panties last time and I briefly wondered how this one would compare. I didn't have long to wait. My first spanking on the previous occasion started out gently over my jeans. That was not the case this time. Jason understood what I said I expected and from the very first stroke showed he meant business. It was hard and long and I was in tears when he stood me up. I couldn't see the results but I felt them so I didn't doubt his statement about how red my 'sweet' bottom looked now.

I put my hands on my head and thanked him for his dedication but was starting to get concerned that maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew. This was a lot worse than his previous effort and in fact, hurt even more than all three I started with last time put together and I was only a third of the way through. I suppose I could have stopped the whole thing right there but I had given my word to them and more importantly, to myself. I wanted to be spanked beyond what I thought I could endure and we were off to a good start.

Ben was next and I already knew how a bare bottomed spanking at his hands felt and I can't say I was really looking forward to another one. But, I was committed to see it through and let him guide me back down. Oh, God. It hurt from the very first swat and I withstood it as long as I could. I couldn't help myself. I put my hand back to protect myself. It didn't do much good. He was able to grab my arm and keep it pinned on my back and if anything, struck even harder. I cried and a few slaps later I screamed so he stopped and asked if I was O.K. I couldn't answer at first so they waited till I caught my breath and said, "No. It hurts." Vance asked me if I had enough and I slowly answered. "I gave up the privilege of making that decision. Don't you remember, you're supposed to ignore any little whimpering I make. I'm sure Ben wasn't planning to stop just yet so I have this one to complete and then yours. I asked for this and won't ever forgive any of you if you let me off the hook but I have one request. I know why Ben is holding my arm like that but it's twisted funny and it hurts. Could someone get one of my old stockings to tie my hands so I can't reach back? There's a bunch in the straw basket next to my dresser."

In less than a minute my hands were bound and after expressing my thanks to Jason for his tying technique I looked up to Ben and said, "This naughty girl is ready now and she wants to apologize for causing a delay. I fully understand if you decide to give her more than you originally planned to." He shook his head and said, "I can't believe it but here goes." And we were off again. I think I lasted another five or six swats before I screamed again. This time he stopped just long enough for Vance to kneel by my head and hold a rolled up sock to my lips. I gladly opened my mouth and accepted the gag. He used another stocking to tie around my head and keep it in place. Then he lovingly stoked my face till Ben went back to work on my other end. I didn't know if he gave me a longer spanking to punish me for the delay or not but one way or the other I was a thoroughly and well spanked college girl when he was done and it took two of them to help me to my feet.

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