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Friday seemed to zip by and I had tried on a hundred different outfits by the time Howard picked me up. The teenage version of me wore an old pair of jeans and a rock concert T-shirt. That was the easy part. Which dress to wear for dinner was harder. I had four of them laid out on the bed and asked Howard's opinion. He went to my closet and took out the one I got from the women on my first day here. He said, "You were wearing that when I first saw you."
It was a sweet thing to say but I corrected him. "The first time you saw me I was almost naked and shuffling to the cable."
He shrugged, "I suppose you're right, and please don't take offence but you were just some outsider. I admit I found the sight of you erotic but when you came back out in that dress I was stunned. You were beautiful. I danced with you a few times but couldn't compete with George. When I found out you were coming to Larry's wedding I was ecstatic. You wore that dress again and were even more beautiful. Wear it tonight and I promise to treat it gently when I take it off you."
What could I say to such an entreaty?
I finished packing the overnight bag since I correctly assumed I would sleep with him in his house.
We arrived at the Olsen's and were warmly greeted. After a little conversation Mrs. Olsen said, "I guess it's time. Take your clothes off Dear."
I shouldn't have been surprised. The spanking she was going to give me was supposed to be as if I was her daughter and girls were punished in the nude. Everybody in the room had seen me naked before but that didn't make it any easier to obey her. I was looking at the hairbrush she held in her hand and was remembering how Reverend Archer's felt on my bottom. I knew my pseudo-mother wasn't going to spank me as hard as that but even a few with that object was going to hurt. I was as nervous and scared as if I was really going to be punished for some misbehavior as I slid my jeans off and peeled the T-shirt over my head. The bra seemed to be the hardest to discard. Bare bottom is the only way to get spanked but exposing my breasts to these nice people was not something I would have chosen to do. Nevertheless, I was not the one to decide and after my panties were gone I stood before them wringing my hands in trepidation.
Mrs. Olsen patted her lap and I put myself in the proper position. Then she said, "I remember when Morris and I were going to get married and we did this with my parents. Mom didn't spank me as hard as she used to when I was living with them but it still hurt. When Morris took his turn I know he wanted to be gentle but the tradition is to show that he can dispense discipline when needed and not be moved by tears. Howard is going to do the same thing and you will probably cry. Go right ahead. I have a feeling he'll make it up to you later. Are you ready?"
I nodded and she said, "Youngsters getting punished never know how long it will last but this is different. It will be twenty-five from each of us. Morris will count them so you'll know when it's getting close to the end."
Then she started. The first one stung and the rest didn't get any easier. She was preparing my bottom for Howard's test and doing a very good job of it. As she predicted from her own memories, my eyes were filled with tears when her husband called out the twenty-fifth swat.
I stood up as the man I loved changed places with Mrs. Olsen. As I went back down he said, "I'm sorry but I have to do this right."
I said I understood and even added, albeit in a shaky voice, "If they were really my folks they'd want to know you are capable of raising their grandchildren. Show them how you'll deal with a son or daughter that needs a good spanking. I'll get the lotion right away so I only have to suffer while you're spanking me. I also need to know you'll be a conscientious father so make it real."
He took me at my word. After only a few well placed and heartily delivered contacts I was crying and asking him to stop. True to his eventual responsibility he did not relent in his pursuit of a memorable spanking. I was making so much noise I couldn't hear Mr. Morris counting and things like numbers wouldn't have meant anything to me anyway. My whole brain was focused on the pain in my rear end."
It took me a minute to realize he had stopped. He was rubbing my back gently until I was able to stand on my own. Mr. Olsen gave us his blessing. While that only took a few seconds my hindquarters were still on fire and even that short time without the lotion was agonizing. I knew any kids we might have would think twice about stepping over the line with spankings like that as a consequence.
Mrs. Olsen hustled me into their bedroom and put about a half of a bottle of lotion on me. That's amazing stuff and it did it's magic almost immediately. I washed my face while she laid out my clothes. She picked up the sheer and sexy bra and panty set I brought and said, "Most improper for the teenager who came into our house tonight but eminently suitable for a pretty woman like you. Has Howard seen these?"
I blushed and said, "Yes. They're his favorites although they don't stay on long when he sees them."
We both giggled and she pointed to the dress. "Is this the one I think it is?"
I nodded. She said, "You were beautiful that night. Something about you told me you would come back here and I'm very glad you did."
We shared another hug and went out to join the men. The look on Howard's face was marvelous. He swooped me up and twirled me around.
Dinner was top notch as was to be expected and we had a wonderful time. Mrs. Olsen was going on about what we had to do to get ready for the wedding and I think she was more excited about it than I was. I guess mother's are like that. As far as I was concerned, my new life as Mrs. Simmons was the important thing.
When Howard and I got to his house he said, "I happened to be walking past the bedroom when you and Mrs. Olsen were talking about your unmentionables. So I think I'd like to take a little more time appreciating them. Do you mind?"
Of course I didn't so after he carefully helped me remove my dress he stepped back to watch me take off my shoes and stockings. I let him take his time walking around me and stroking the silky fabric. He continued staring at me as he undressed and I didn't get to feel his hands on my bare breasts until we were in his bed. No spanking that night but it was a long time before we put on our pajamas.
His dad had said he could take Saturday off so we slept late and played in bed before getting dressed. After a quick breakfast he went outside to mow the land. I watched him through the window and smiled. Then I found his vacuum cleaner and dust cloths and got to work. I hated these chores as a girl but this was different. I couldn't have been happier because this was going to be My House.
Pete hosted a get-together for the gang that night. During the chatting Betty said, "I was at the Moving Finger last night and saw you with the Olsens. You're pretty close to the aren't you."
This was the opening I was waiting for. I laid the groundwork. "Yes. They've been very good to me. They've all but adopted me since my real parents are gone. I almost call them Mom and Dad. That's why Howard and I went to see them."
Jessica caught on first. "What did he spank you with?"
I said, "Mrs. Olsen's or should I say, Mom's hairbrush."
There were cheers and congratulations from everyone and plans for an engagement party were formulated.
Reverend Archer made an official announcement in church and although most folks were too polite to ask about the engagement spanking she explained my relationship with the Olsens.
My new Mom and I made the arrangements for the wedding which in comparison to the outside world were much simpler. The dress was the Riverton style. Very pretty and designed to come off when I was on the cable, some flowers, and getting invitations printed.
The day before Tony and Hannah's wedding they had a final fling with us at George's house. They were joining us for one of his spanking parties. Now that Susan was part of our group there was an odd number of men and women so Betty came with my fireman friend. Now that there were five couples the dynamics of the game were slightly different. The girls lost the toss and had to disrobe first and instead of all of us picking the name for our first spanker only Betty, Jessica and Susan got random choices. Hannah stood next to Tony and I moved to Howard. Except for that token acknowledgement of our special status it was just like the last one. The computer told us to get into spanking position and the game commenced.
Before the game ended I had been spanked by all the men at least twice and happily impaled by three of them although that damn computer never let me stay long enough before moving to the next spanker. After Susan had the Spanking O I was on Pete's lap and by the rules should have mounted him for the final ride but he quickly transferred me to Howard and took Betty from him. George and Tony also switched partners. I'd like to say it was special to feel Howard inside me but the nature of the game has us so aroused it almost doesn't make any difference who is doing it as long as he's doing it. Although, being able to kiss your ravisher with the love you feel is very nice.
Then the putting on the lotion and group grope began and I was only dimly aware of who was doing what to whom. All I knew was that this was guiltless Riverton sex and darn good sex at that.
A few months later I stood nervously waiting to hear the band. I was in my wedding dress and Susan was my maid of honor. Most of what I was feeling was typical wedding jitters but the cable was on my mind. I still had a fear of it but watching Hannah get her wedding paddling helped. I began to understand the difference between that and being on the cable for punishment. It was going to hurt a bit but wouldn't be any worse than the night Howard used Mrs. Olsen's hairbrush on my backside.
Howard looked so handsome in his tuxedo and the smile that greeted me as I joined him made me eager to give myself to him for the paddle and show the world how much I loved him. With those thoughts I acknowledged each swat with a loud declaration of my love and devotion and he answered in kind.
The rest of the evening was a blur and when we got to our house I was a happy bride.
We were almost to tired to do anything special but I had to try my hand at wielding the paddle. It was the first time Howard had experienced a warm bottom prior to sex and both of us liked the result.
After our honeymoon I settled in as Mrs. Simmons and our new life together began.
That's been many, many years ago. We still get together with the rest of the old gang from time to time but not in the way we used to. After all, we're all old married couples and have to show some propriety. Betty married the fireman, Susan and Pete are together and Jessica hooked up with George. She had made numerous trips to cell three with him so I have a feeling she had a similar mindset to Maryellen regarding stronger than normal spankings which made George a perfect match for her.
This pretty well ends my story. We have two children, James, ten and Joanna who's thirteen. They're good kids most of the time. I'm going to close this now. Joanna is coming down the stairs and Howard is already in the living room. She's been pushing the limits a bit too much lately and is about to pay the piper. I spanked her about an hour ago and now her father is waiting with the strap. He favors that to using my hairbrush but the determination he showed at the Olsen's house had not diminished. She's going to be a very sorry young lady before the night is over but by tomorrow she'll give us hugs and agree that she needed it.
Here in Riverton, life is good.
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