Femdom Spanking Tales

Chapter 3

“Yes,” I said.

“You’ll paddle me in front of them?”

“I’ll likely use the strap,” I conjectured.

“You don’t think that will be a little too severe? I mean with Andrew being taken by surprise.”

“You let me be the judge, my dear,” I replied.

“I just thought .... “

“You’re just getting scared, Douglas, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I am not,” he objected.

“Don’t disagree with me, you never get testy unless you’re afraid.” He wanted to reply, I could see the words forming on his lips, but he was silent. “This’ll do you good to have a challenge. You haven’t had a decent one in a while. I’ll likely let Kathleen have you, just to get in practice.”

His trepidation was what I expected from him, though it didn’t bother me, since I had no doubt that my well trained husband would perform exactly as I directed. On another night I’d have probably taken him over my knee just for this small hesitation; but it was almost time for Kathleen and Andrew to be arriving and we had to get downstairs. Besides, he’d have plenty of good sound swats before the night was over.

Douglas and I had entertained Kathy and Andrew a number of times before, but obviously there had been no real discussion of our private lives. I suppose there were clues that an astute observer could pick up about our relationship; but I suspected that Andrew would be surprised by the turn of things later in the evening. Kathleen, on the other hand, had been aware for some time of the unusual aspects of my marriage. She was shocked when I first told her that Douglas craved, indeed needed, regular spankings on his naked bottom, and I was more than happy to oblige. But some months after that initial revelation, I found her asking me repeated questions about how our spanking life really worked.

“I think I’d like to do something like that to Andrew, especially when he’s so moody. He’s infuriating, and he gets so agitated I’d just like to slap him!”

“Perhaps a good spanking is exactly what he needs,” I suggested. There was an odd look in her eye. “Want to give it try?”

“I think so,” she answered firmly. I could see that the idea had ignited her imagination. “I just hope Andrew will be as yielding as Douglas is.”

“Oh, there’s sometimes an uproar at the start, but it’s just a little fear of breaking the traditional man/woman boundaries. If Andrew is at all like Douglas he’ll thank you for it once you take the plunge.”

“You know thanking me is the least of my concerns right now. I just want a ready answer to his rotten attitude.”

I remember thinking at the time, that Kathleen and Andrew were a perfect couple for the kind of life that Douglas and I lead. Kathleen is a remarkable woman; she isn’t so much beautiful as she is dramatic, with dark skin and eyes, and raven black hair that she often ties back with a clasp, giving her an elegant if not severe look. I’d watched her come into her own in the last several years as her small business blossomed and she found herself relishing the authority and power that went with it.

Marrying Andrew, she chose a man who was decidedly different from her. Though he was handsome and charming, a perfect compliment to Kathleen’s charm and good looks, Andrew was much more reserved than his wife, an artist who withdrew into his work and needed a good strong woman like Kathleen to “take care of him.” Though I knew she loved him dearly, I could see that he was likely frustrating, demanding and egotistical, the way many artistic types often are.

She was probably correct in her appraisal of Andrew’s real needs, including the need for some good sound discipline to bring him off his “high horse.”

When the door bell rang at eight o’clock, Douglas and I were both there to greet our guests.

Kathleen instantly recognized our attire as appropriate for the games we intended to play that evening. Andrew on the other hand was momentarily taken aback.

“You look ravishing tonight, Alexandra,” Andrew finally commented. “A little frightening, I might add.”

“Ah, you noticed,” I said.

“How could I not?” he answered, giving me the once over again, from the high-heel boots to the cleavage atop my leather corset.

“Just another side of me,” I replied. Every one but Andrew knew what I meant.

We escorted our guests downstairs to our “playroom.” This special basement room was, in fact, one of our favorite rooms in our large home. It was originally intended to be an old fashioned men’s parlor. While the rest of our home had been modernized to a more eclectic contemporary theme, the lower level was still very rustic. It revealed the hundred year old home’s original rough hewn beams in the high ceiling, stone walls and the massive fireplace—that on this night was roaring brightly, keeping the room well-warmed for our intended antics. There was a thick burgundy carpet covering the floor, a wall of dark cherry bookshelves and cabinets, and several brown, leathers couches, all giving the room an old style European ambience that suited our taste in pleasure.

Douglas called it my dungeon, though I’d never employed any whips and chains usually associated with that kind of place. We kept our dominant/submissive relationship to the simpler accouterments: paddles, straps, leather spankers, couches, benches and my lap. Occasionally, I tied his hands, when they threatened to get in the way, or I was exceptionally put off. But I always thought that the best bondage was that of the mind. His own desires usually kept him in his place.

“So, what’s going on here tonight?” Andrew finally asked when he’d become aware that it wasn’t the friendly gathering he was accustomed to.

I saw Kathleen sigh with a small tremor of reluctance, and I knew I’d have to take the lead if we were to ever get anywhere with our plans.

Rescuing my friend, I began by suggesting to Andrew that I thought he might want to know a little more intimate side of Douglas and me.

“More intimate? I don’t think I’m particularly interested in seeing you screw, if that’s what you mean,” he quipped jovially.

“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” I replied. “This is something that both Kathleen and I thought you’d find fascinating.”

“Oh? So what is it?” He was looking at me cautiously. I don’t think he’d ever quite trusted me, because I never let him get away with barking at me or Kathleen; though to date, I’d only verbally admonished him when he started to sass.

“You see Andrew, Douglas has been a bit of a naughty boy,” I said. My husband and I were sitting side by side on a couch opposite Kathy and Andrew. I was stroking Douglas’s hair and purring like a kitten. (Though I was ready to bare my claws.) “Isn’t that right, Douglas?”

“Yes, my dear,” he replied.

“And he’s going to be paddled on his bottom.”

“What!” Andrew looked at me astounded.

“That’s right, he’s learned that his best self comes out when he’s my submissive little lamb.”

“You put up with this Doug?” Andrew replied disbelieving the whole thing.

My husband only smiled.

“And you will too,” Kathy piped in evenly.

“Wait a minute!”

“Douglas, get me the long strap,” I ordered, and he quickly rose to comply with my wishes.

As I stood, I directed my attention to Andrew sitting shell-shocked across from me. Looking down, I made certain he was looking directly at me as I didn’t want him to miss one word of explanation. “You watch very carefully, my friend, because it’s going to be you next. Your behavior is frightful and Kathleen is going to learn tonight just how to tame that cocky attitude of yours.”

With that, I briskly moved on, realizing that the best weapon in this scenario was to keep Andrew off guard.

“You know why you’re getting this?” I asked, now directing my attention to Douglas, who had presented me with the leather razor strap.

“Yes, I do,” he replied.

“So, tell our guests.”

“You’re still angry that I was so late last night, and I know you didn’t appreciate my balking over your plans tonight.”

“Very good. And now that you’ve nailed down the reasons, down with your pajamas.”

“This is absurd!” Andrew barked as he tried to rise from his seat.

“Sit down,” Kathleen snapped, pressing the palm of her hand against his thigh.

Surprisingly he did. I half expected him to march out the door, but it appeared that Andrew was as yielding as I hoped he’d be.

Douglas had his back to them. Even so, stripped naked, I could see my husband’s face turning crimson from embarrassment. Had our guests been able to view the state of his erection, I’m sure Douglas would have been even more embarrassed. This was turning into a most satisfactory episode. Whether it help out Kathleen or not, I was sure it would be successful adventure for Douglas and me.

“Bend over the back of the chair,” I instructed. Douglas had to lean over and scoot the chair around so that the leather back was facing him. It hit him at a perfect height, so that when he bent over his nakedness protruded before me, poised and ready for the strap. Douglas knew to grab the opposite edge of the chair seat below in order to steady himself. As I mentioned, he was as “bound” as he’d ever need to be, so splayed out and exposed.

“Watch carefully so you’ll know what to do,” I advised our curious observers.

“Never!” I heard him exclaim, though most of his protest was drown out by the sound of the leather’s first swish in the air and loud snap against my husband’s bottom.

Douglas stiffened, but he said nothing. From the corner of my eye I could see that Andrew stiffened too, even though it was not his bottom being thrashed.

I stood back and let the strap fly once more, this time the long leather hit the center of his ass cheeks, though the very end of the piece wrapped around his hips, biting into his tender flesh. He emitted a low growl, but he was holding fast. I loved mocking his attempts to be brave and not cry out. I always won, but it was interesting to see how long he’d go before he’d cave in and cry like a child.

Snap! I let the leather sing through the air, and it wickedly wrapped about his bottom. I snapped the leather several more times, covering the entire area of his ass, making certain that a nice red blush was rapidly rising. I knew the longer I went, the more it would burn, but still Douglas persisted in keeping his silence. Such a courageous boy!

I turned for an instant to catch the eye of our guests, and saw that they both were fascinated. Andrew was nearly on the edge of his seat, though I had no fear that he would bolt the scene, he looked totally enthralled; and if I was not mistaken, I could see that his c**k was beginning to throb inside his pants. As I deliberately stared at Andrew’s crotch, Kathleen looked too. When I saw that she’d noticed the rising member, I returned to my work, snapping off three more cuts across Douglas’s waiting posterior.

“Yeow!” Douglas suddenly cried.

“Ah, so it’s hurting you,” I jibed.

“What do you think it’s doing?” Andrew abruptly blurted out.

“Hush,” Kathleen ordered.

And again, he complied automatically, as if he weren’t in charge of himself anymore. It wasn’t like Andrew to watch so impassively, that is unless he was witnessing something that really struck home. Doing my part toward his re-education, I peeled off several more thundering snaps, watching Douglas twitch and jerk and grunt unhappily in reply. Deciding that he was warmed up enough, I turned to Kathleen.

“Your turn.”

“Mine?” She pointed to herself.

“Yes, yours. Let’s see how it feels.”

Kathleen smiled as she realized that she was going to get to strap his ass; and hastily rising from the sofa, she took my place with the leather in hand.

“Believe me Kathleen, he won’t want you to hold back, just lay it on a few times hard and fast.”

“Hard and fast?” she repeated.

“Yes, and make it sizzle,” I added.

With that, Kathleen raised her arm and let the strap fall against Douglas’s sore fanny. Giving in to her natural urges with enthusiastic zeal her repeated swats raised the red on my husband’s ass while the poor babe moaned and cried and twisted about.

Though he was approaching his limit I wanted to be sure that Kathleen had a good feel for the process before she was finished.

“Keep going, dear, and stop when you think he’s had all he can take.”

Andrew and I watched intently as Kathleen raised her arm again and again. It was obvious that she was a natural dominant, and would make a worthy counterpart for Andrew’s submissiveness. She continued on for several more cutting snaps of the leather, laying these on with even greater fervor. My darling Douglas was in tears.