Femdom Spanking Tales

Chapter 4

When she finished, she stood almost frozen in her place. Andrew didn’t move either and of course Douglas was waiting for his command to rise.

“How does it feel being in control that way?” I asked my friend.

She blushed, almost embarrassed by the feelings, “It feels terrific.” As she finished her statement she looked directly at her husband.

“Oh, no,” he shook his head, “Oh, no you’re not going to do that.” He may have been protesting but he made no attempt to get away. It was all false objections, I think all three of us knew that.

“Oh, yes,” Kathleen purred back in response. “You naughty little bastard, I should have been tanning your bottom for months.”

“No, Kathleen, this is absurd.”

“Maybe so, but look how happy these two are, I think it’s time we tried their methods, come here.” She still clutched the strap in hand.

“No, no I can’t.”

“Get up Andrew,” I bellowed. “Douglas go wait in the corner until I call you.” My own submissive quickly rose from his place over the back of the chair and padded off to the opposite corner of the room.

“Just look at those fine buns, Andrew,” I ordered him. “Yours will be looking just the same.”

The poor man was petrified, but I knew he was conquered. There was a lusty look in his eye, as if he suddenly found something that had been absent before. He was bewildered, but he’d obey.

“Now get up,” I ordered again, this time I pulled him from his seat and led him to the chair where Kathleen waited for him.

“You know there are lots of ways to proceed, this is by no means the only one, if you’d prefer an over the knee adventure, I’m sure Andrew would find that particularly pleasing.”

“I can’t believe that this is happening,” he exclaimed.

“Hush,” Kathleen told him. “No Alexandra, I want him just the way you had Douglas, it seems particularly punishing. I think Andrew will find it arousing too, but this first time we have a score to settle.”

“Please Kathy, I’m sorry, I know why you’re angry,” he pleaded.

“I’m glad you know Drew, but you’re not going to weasel out of this.”

With that Kathy pushed him over the back of the chair, and reaching around his waist she grabbed his sweat pants and yanked them down so that they fell to his ankles. Pushing his sweatshirt up, she made certain that she had a clear target.

“You don’t know how I’ve been imagining this day. I’ve been dreaming of punishing your ass for months.”

“Then be my guest,” I said, backing away so that my friend had all the room that she needed.

“Oh no, I want you to go first, Alexandra,” she instantly objected. “After all, you introduced me to this pleasure I think you should have first ‘crack’.”

I smiled at the pun.

“Razor strap?” I questioned.

“Fine with me, though when it’s my turn I thought I’d use that wooden paddle.” She nodded to the cabinet where Douglas had retrieved the strap. Still open, all my implements were hanging there in full view, including the paddle that she mentioned.

“Anything you like,” I told her. And with that I took her place beside her submissive Andrew and prepared myself for a rollicking good time on this virgin target. The poor man was trembling miserably. Little did he know what an exquisite encounter with pain he was about to endure.

Snap!

“Yeow!” he howled immediately.

“Hush,” I warned him, “I’m only starting.”

I let off a good half dozen strong whacks.

Andrew was groaning and grunting, twisting around, in those first inexperienced ploys to get away from the sting. He’d learn fast that his wiggling would only make the strap come down in all the “wrong” places. He suddenly howled as the strap wrapped around his thighs catching him in the worst place of all.

“Stand still and it’ll only be your bottom smarting,” I snapped.

He stopped his little dance, and I began again. This time the leather landed squarely in the center of both cheeks. He groaned, though he didn’t cry out, as if he’d decided to take his punishment in a more manly way.

I hauled off a half dozen more, laying the strap squarely on the softest flesh of his ass cheeks. I would have liked to have covered his entire back side, make it burning hot with stinging cracks, just the way that I disciplined Douglas; but this time I needed to defer to Kathleen who was waiting in the wings. After all, she was to be Andrew’s dear dominant, and I was just there to teach her the finer points of a good punishment.

Once I had Andrew panting, and straining to remain in control, I stopped. “He’s all yours,” I announced, backing away from his steaming rear cheeks.

Kathleen was positively flushed with excitement. She had the paddle in hand, a wooden instrument of some eighteen inches in length and nearly three inches wide. Douglas hated the thing, the wood was so very unyielding, unlike the more pliant leather. I wondered how Andrew would react to the change.

Judging by the intense light in Kathleen’s eye I could see that this was indeed a moment of reckoning for she and her husband. She initially seemed just a touch reluctant, but now her purpose seemed very clear. She stepped forward boldly and with no further preliminaries, gave her husband several vigorous swats

“Yikes!” he shouted in surprise. Obviously the wood made a decidedly different impression on Andrew, too. The wood had such a sharp, unwavering sound against his cheeks. I could sense his distress, his response becoming more vocal, his movements in reply more pronounced. Even so, he appeared to be accepting his fate, as if he were welcoming the next blow.

He moaned like a baby, then the tenor of his voice lowered as he began to plead. “Please, my love, I promise to behave. I’m sorry I’ve been so terrible to you… ”

“You can bet you’ll be sorry!”

“Oh, ouch, ouch oh!” He was jumping and dancing like crazy.

I could see this bratty husband was paying for a long string of offenses, Kathleen was showing no mercy. But as his punishment continued, I could also see that there was something more than just mere punishment taking place.

“Oh, oh my…” his voice trailed off, beyond his distress he was becoming hotly aroused.

But seeing her husband move so seductively, Kathleen responded with even more zealous snaps of the paddle.

If I was right, she was feeling her own s****l juices beginning to flow. It was a remarkable moment, the idea that my two friends were as enamored with this twist of s****l lust as Douglas and I were. It particular delighted me since I knew that once the s****l aspect was realized, it made the whole experience so much more gratifying. They may not know it now, but these two were “just getting started!”

Kathleen laid on several final blows with particularly emphatic fervor.

“There,” she announced firmly. “Perhaps next time Drew you’ll think twice before you bark at me like an immature child!”

“Yikes!” The last blow must have burned like a hot coal.

“Now, go stand by Douglas, facing the wall,” she ordered, and he scurried like a guilty puppy to the corner of the room.

If I had worried that Kathleen wouldn’t know how to end the experience, my worries were groundless. She was completely in charge. She’d been flushed with excitement at the beginning of the session, she was even more now at the finish. All her sullen, glowering expression had faded from her face, replaced by one of glorious triumph.

“Alexandra, thank you,” she gushed, giving me a brief hug. “You don’t know how this will change things for us.”

“Oh, but I’m sure I do.”

We exchanged meaningful glances, gazing at the sight of our husbands’ punished bottoms, right there side by side. The blush on Doug’s rear had faded from the arousing red it had been earlier, and Andrew’s was already beginning to diminish as well. What was important, however, was the message we’d communicated to them both—and that was something they’d remember for a long time.

“You know, Alexandra, I’d like to stay, but ...” Kathleen had a twinkle in her dark eyes. She was fidgeting nervously.

“You’d like to go home and handle other things, too?” I suggested.

“You read my mind.”

“Well, by all means, Douglas and I have a few more things to cover, too ...” I offered.

“But you’ll be hearing from me soon, don’t worry. Andrew!” she called sharply to her submissive, “Get dressed; we’re going home.”

I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone scamper so quickly to dress. Andrew was ready to leave in seconds as Kathleen and I said our good-byes.

As I saw them to the door, I thought to myself that it would have been nice to have had some moments together to come down from the “high” we’d all been feeling. But I knew that Kathleen and Andrew had a few things more to get clear about before this session was completely over. They’d need the time alone.

For myself, I still had my own dear Douglas to attend to, and so I briskly raced back down the stairs to claim my own night’s final satisfaction.

I assumed that my “Dominant in Training,” Kathleen, and her submissive husband were well on their way to a glorious life, but just two weeks later, a problem arose and Kathleen called me for advice.

‘What’s the matter?” I asked hearing the sound of frustration in her voice.

“Andrew.”

“Again? I thought you were taking care of him?”

“Well that’s just it, it seems that he’s worse than ever, his grouchiness and nasty moods. I’m paddling his rear end every day and... I guess he likes it too much!”

“He’s obviously found himself,” I suggested.

“But, he’s still pissing me off, and now he’s even getting rewarded with the arousal he gets from the paddlings.”

“Reward?” I queried.

“Yes, he says the aftermath is the best s*x he’s ever had!”

“Well of course it is. But I think you’ve missed part of the point. You, Kathleen, have to remain in charge!”

“What do you mean?”

“Take control of the s*x. Make him wait for his orgasm.”

“You do that with Douglas?” she asked, completely amazed.

“Absolutely. He has to earn his s****l release, and sometimes that takes days.”

“OOoooo, how nasty of you.”

“You’re damned right,” I told her. “You’re just being a push over again. These men aren’t wimps you know. They’ll use every maneuver they can to get what they want, and Andrew’s using you again.”

“So, what do you do with Douglas?” she asked.

“He’s at my beck and call, whenever I want him. After a good rousing paddling, he’ll be between my legs lapping my juices for an hour… but he only gets his own release after I’ve toyed with him for a long time.. . I can’t say I’m cruel, but then again, I can be, if he really pisses me off. I may not let him come for days.”

“And he puts up with that?”

“It’s all part of the game. He’d better put up with it. If he didn’t, it wouldn’t be worth my effort to discipline him.”

“I guess I have more to learn,” she said with a sigh.

“I’d guess so.”

Listening to my friend’s distress, I had a novel idea that I thought might help her find the kind, sweet tempered man she was looking for. I invited her to lunch the next day to explain.

The next afternoon we were sitting in a downtown cafe sipping wine, and I offered her my plan.

“I think Andrew needs less punishment,” I suggested.

“Less!”

“Yes, and I would suggest, for a few months anyway, that you withdraw from doing the deed. Allow me.”

She was eyeing me curiously as I spoke. I knew I didn’t have her convinced and the plan would take some further explanation.

“We’ll meet weekly. Andrew will know the arrangement, and at our meeting he’ll be called to account for his behavior for the previous week. I’ll administer the punishment, and believe me it will only be punishment… and afterwards, now get this clearly,” I emphasized, “you go home and masturbate like the dickens if you want, have him lick you out a thousands times, but nothing for Andrew, not until he’s proven he can behave, and he’s really earned his good time.”

I could see she was beginning to understand the plan even though there was a doubtful expression on her face.

“Make him wait on you, pamper you like a babe, bathe you, feed you dinner, massage you, show you the respect you deserve. It’ll work.”

“That’s awfully coercive,” she said.

“Of course it is, and first he’ll be good humored and compliant just because he wants a good hot c*m. But, after awhile his consideration for you will really grow, and it’ll be genuine.”

“I have to admit, you’re probably right about this, but you know I do like to wield that paddle. I mean you’ll be getting all the fun.”

I laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.

“Well, then, I’ll make Douglas yours for a month or two, and you can burn his bottom and get as aroused as you want.”