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They discussed the evening as they walked, Pam said her arse was glowing, and despite that for her it had been fantastic, she had not been spanked in years, and though she knew her Joe wasn’t that way inclined, she had loved being helpless and receiving discipline at the hands of another.
Joe said that “as long as it wasn’t too severe, it doesn’t have any lasting effects and you enjoy it my sweet I have no objections, just don’t expect me to do it to you though I enjoy watching!” he went on “I`ve had a wonderful night myself, Julie wanted anal that was tight as a mouse`s ear, and pretty fantastic, she loves it but Oliver, she says is too big to do it with her!” that was greeted with a chuckle from Lisa, who said she “could vouch for his size alright, but she might draw the line at anal with it!”
They joined the lane from the woodland path, and looked at Jay, who had said nothing so far, but realising they wanted him to comment he smiled, and said he had enjoyed the control of the bondage, and had loved the surge of power from his hand striking at Pam`s arse, he could have got carried away if he had had a whip or belt, it was so intense, but he was not so keen on the separation thing, as it made you wonder what was happening to your lady, and at least some of the fun for him was visual!”
Which had Pam saying that it was “quite something, as the humiliation thing between themselves was probably part of the fun!”
Lisa said that “she felt pretty grubby, by in reality had enjoyed being pee’ed on,” but she “could see where Pam was coming from!” Asked by Jay if she had really enjoyed it? She agreed that it had “been awesome but humiliating and she was glad she had been bound and had had no choice!”
They arrived home, as the distant church clock rang its midnight chime. Saying goodnight on the step, each couple vowing to chat properly next day after work.
Dawn came much too early for the tired four, so it was fully 8am when they had disentangled themselves from their partners, and sleepily appeared for breakfast. After which the two men set off to check and water the flocks. By mid-day they were back home and after washing up were sat at the big old kitchen table, tea in hand. Pam, suggested that they had Oliver and Julie over for tea again, and to that they all eagerly agreed, so Joe rang the gamekeeper`s wife who decided they would visit as soon, as Oliver returned from his round, it seemed he too had had a very late start!
Thus, it was that at 4.30 that afternoon the six were gathered in the kitchen of Joes cottage, mugs in hand, without embarrassment discussing the last nights events.
It was decided that separating was not a good idea if they were to `play’, however for straight vanilla sex, it was thought acceptable, and Joe suggested that occasionally they could all swap partners for the whole night, which would at least be different. This seemed acceptable to everyone, and Jay added that it would be best to limit swaps to perhaps only once a month or even that would become just the norm.
Lisa pointed out that she was younger than the other two ladies, and still was “`blessed’ with periods” so care in selecting the date of said swap would be needed, both Pam and Julie confirming that that “wasn’t a problem for them,” and it would be best for Lisa to “regulate, the dates, to conform with her least fertile times!”
That agreed then they fell to discussing the last round of games and what each person wanted from the whole scenario. It was a frank and open forum, each in turn giving his or her opinion, which was both clear and enlightening.
The three women all seemed to favour bondage, giving up their own control of their own sexual destiny. Lisa said that a little humiliation had its appeal, though she didn’t know why! and she had loved being outdoors. Julie agreeing that outdoors was good and that she and Oliver had done that a time or two, she was just sorry that she couldn’t accommodate him analy, him being so big, Pam, being Pam said that “she had loved the discipline of spanking and though it was mild she in her head fancied trying something stronger just to see if it was what she needed or if it was just fantasy!” this brought from Joe the surprised comment “are you sure, old girl?” and her nod of conformation. To which he raised an eyebrow, so she knew he would be raising that subject again after the visitors had gone.
The men`s thoughts were mixed, Joe just wanting to go with the flow, saying one of his fantasies had been to watch Pam with another man, and that had been done, so he was content to just enjoy and help where he could. Oliver said he had been turned on by being humiliated by his partner using him, he also loved the bondage and as for Jay he wanted to expand on the power trip of using folk, and if there were no objections giving more than just a spanking.
Oliver asked about the drawing of slips, which met with mixed results, the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen met with the thumbs up from the women, but though they had had each discipline picked for them they had more or less taken control in some ways which was not the way they felt they wanted it unless it was a ladies night or a swap weekend.
Jay ever the thinker suggested “perhaps they should each `run the shop’ in turn then everyone would get a chance, as sometimes it’s a turn on to be totally controlled!”
This, after discussion, was agreed on, each `master of the day’ being responsible to supply the right gear and take charge each time and that only one pair would play that days fetish, the rest watching and enjoying some vanilla games.
The upshot was the cut of the cards to determine which order to be in. Jay was first, poor Joe having to wait a full six months to take a turn as master! A date was set three weeks away as Lisa was due `on’ in the following few days and it would give her time to `get over it.’
though there was an amount of kissing and finger play while they enjoyed each-others company, it was nothing serious, before Oliver called time for him and Julie as he needed to patrol for poachers and he neither wanted her used here without him or her to walk home alone. So, the party broke up about half eleven, each couple retiring to bed as soon as they were able.
It was on the Monday afternoon when Jay met Joe beside the trough in the 40 acre field, together they tackled the leaking pipe and the job was soon sorted, so they sat on the trailer end, having a drink from their flasks, when Jay went a bit serious and asked Joe how far he could go with Pam especially with whip or a belt, he really did want to use her, and had fantasized about whipping a woman for years but never found one who wanted to be used before and he didn’t want to overstep the mark or spoil things.
The answer was that Joe in truth didn’t want Pam used at all, though he finished by saying that “if Pam wants it, Pam must have it, but nothing permanent, she is too precious to me!” adding “if it`s her wish then it must be, but if it was to be for her, and he would watch with interest and he would sadly enjoy it, as he had always secretly loved a little bdsm though had never dreamed…!”
He added that “it needed to be the pair of them, Pam and you, that set the limits, so perhaps you should talk to the victim, not the bystander!
Jay promised that things wouldn’t go that far as to permanently mark her, and there would be a safe word, things stopping instantly if she uttered it. Which seemed to satisfy the older man, who, with a nod having finished his cup remounted his tractor and with Jay on the trailer off they went.
Later that evening Jay managed to have a word with Pam while Lisa was out shutting up the hens and Joe was in the bath, he explained about that afternoon`s conversation with Joe and asked her to think of a safe word, and to contemplate the whole thing limits wise, explaining about his fantasy as he did, Lisa then returned and the conversation moved on to other things.
It was a day or two later when they next had a solitary moment together and it was Pam who raised the subject. “Look about this business of chastisement, when I was a girl my dad used to beat me with his belt for the slightest thing. I could sense it turned him on my mum not being with us by then and as I sort of enjoyed it I would do things to let him enjoy the situation, it being, well, his only outlet. It never got further than that, and Dad passed on just after we married so since I married Joe I`ve never had the slightest bit of discipline, it`s not Joes way, and to be honest I miss it, that`s why I relished that spanking the other night, and it has awakened the desire for more.” She paused Jay nodded not wishing to stem the flow.
“The use of a belt was normal in my teen years, and I often fantasised about being whipped, so this is my chance, and yours, no horrible bl00d running till the woman collapses scenario, but a good hard reddening of my skin would I hope satisfy both of us” he nodded, and asked about safe words, she suggested `poppy’, it having been a safe word in a story she had read on the subject. Which he said, “sounded grand!” then he asked if she wanted to be bound? which she did “but only after the initial over the knee spanking and to be treated like a slave to be punished for the rest, given no quarter, no choices…”
Jay looked relieved, he had no wish to upset Joe, by going too far or to overstep the mark with Pam even if it was his fantasy.
His next step was to talk to Oliver one evening, he needed an overhanging bough on a tree in the woods that was secluded but easy to get to, where they could all sit and watch as well. This Oliver supplied easily, he had a spot in a bowl of what was once a small long disused quarry deep in the woods, where, when school parties and scouts, or youth groups came he lectured on the native species, and the a****ls and that sort of thing. It had a dozen logs arranged like an amphitheatre round a single big stump and had both an overhanging branch and a big hut for a hide, so the k**s could watch the birds if it rained. It was deep in the woodland, so that as he said screams would not be heard outside the area, so it was perfect!
That agreed they waited for the appointed Friday, Jay praying for dry weather as the mundane work of a****l husbandry went on, though Jay couldn`t resist the odd jibe or patting Pam`s backside once in a while and muttering he was just getting his aim in! to which she would colour up a little and smile wistfully muttering he would have to wait! Her one comment to him when they were alone for a moment was; “after the spanking, please don’t spare me on Friday, just take your time and use my whole body, hard, as I may never want to do this again, I may be a one trick pony” to which he grinned and nodded his assent.
Jay collected a couple of empty pickled onion jar`s and washing them out, he was seen cutting paper strips, and sucking his pencil before writing on them, then folding them up, and loading them into the jars before hiding the things under his bed! It was soon Friday, Pam at their breakfast telling Lisa she was “a lot excited, a little scared, and a touch horrified with herself, that she had asked to receive such a punishment!”
At the evening meal after showering and dressing Pam was noticed not to have her usual appetite, the others went off to shower or whatever and at 7 they all set out for the game-keepers cottage. Pam wearing a flowery light dress and Jay clutching a big bag hung over his shoulder.
Oliver and Julie were waiting, and before setting off, Jay asked if she wanted to back out, though he knew she wouldn’t he felt he needed to ask, she proffered her wrists, he clipped her hands in front of her with a pair of handcuffs from the Angela collection, then placed a rope round the cuffs just to add to the feelings of humiliation. They then followed Oliver, who told them not to make a noise, tucked his shotgun under his arm, in a single file led them just as he had only that morning, led a school party, deep into his woodland bailiwick.
They appreciated the forest as they trod the worn path, the woodland smells of pine, and oak, wafted at them, gnats flitted around and bees buzzed, shady trees rustled in the warm evening breeze and birds called as startled wildlife, surprised at the intrusion, scuttled away, a deer, bounding away and a partridge rising, caused Pam`s frayed nerves to jump as it took to wing almost under Oliver`s feet,.
The path wound its way into a patch of tall beech trees, the disguised green painted hide being first to see, then behind it the seating logs in a half circle. They were here.
Oliver pointed the three observers to take seats, he the bowed to Jay, and said, “the floor is yours!” nodded to Pam then sat himself beside Lisa
Pam was led forward, then turned to face the assembled group, standing waiting while Jay unpacked his bag. Laying the content on the big flat log table.
There were the two jars, four or five thin ropes, a single tail whip, a wide belt a riding crop and a pair of leather gloves.
Ritualistically he removed the lid of the first jar, then released his victim`s hands, asking her once more if she was sure she still wanted the punishment?
She fixed her eyes on her husband and said with some feeling “I do, god help me I do!”
Jay said that he would be spanking her first, over his knee, and on her covered arse, then after that she would be punished properly to her own choice, as first she herself would pick the number of strokes, then the implement. She looked at him muttered under her breath, so only he could hear “sadistic bastard,” then dipped her hand in the open jar.
She pulled out a slip of paper and passed it to the nearest onlooker who happened to be Julie. She read it and announced, “until my body has turned red overall.”
Jay said, “so be it!” then he took the second lid off and again she played unlucky dip, passing the single slip to Julie, who clearly announced, “the belt” which Jay grinned at, placing both whip and crop back into the bag, then sat on the table edge facing the onlookers. Pam came to him and compliantly bent over his knee from left to right, settling herself to as comfortable a position as she could get on his hard uncomfortable knees.
Jay rolled the thin summer dress up and tucked it into the band of the white cotton knickers, pulled on the gloves then he started on his mission. SMACK, the gloved hand leaving its pink hand-mark under the thin cloth on the left cheek. she jerked, more with shock than pain, a second passed, SMACK a matched stroke to the right, less of a jerk this time, a pause of a second then again SMACK, SMACK another second`s pause, the treatment was repeated. Again, and yet again the leather covered hand made contact with the white cotton briefs. Each stroke had increased the discomfort, slowly, as the pain increased, the grunts rose as each stroke fell till they had become full blooded howls of pain.
Julie was openly fingering herself now, Lisa was sitting on Oliver`s lap his hand buried under her skirt, and Joe had not taken his eyes from his wife`s face, his tool tenting the trousers, in a most randy way.
Suddenly it was over, the spanking ceased, Pam stood, her hands on her hot backside as Jay followed, scooping his jars and the bag and clearing the big old log table.
His voice cut through the silent clearing, telling the woman to strip,
This reluctantly meant her releasing her hold on her backside, but once she had she began, it became a simple and rapid task, to remove first the dress, then the bra, and finally those white knickers, her only clothing bar her flat and comfortable shoes. Her backside glowed pink, in contrast to her white-skinned body.
He had her stand on the wide log table and hopped up himself to attach a rope to either wrist and to attach her to the overhanging bough, his next move was to tie the ankles apart the ropes connecting together under the end of the log holding her tight, facing along the log, left side on to the onlookers. There was a noticeable increase in the under-skirt movements of the two women, Joe having taken Julie onto his lap now, and easing down her knickers to make life and entry easier.
Oliver though, had not taken that route, being happy just to finger his partner while she undid his fly and grasp him in anticipation of her lovers forthcoming pain.
Jay returned to the ground, wrapping the wide-belt round his palm, from the buckle end, smiling at the secure woman in a way that said he was going to fulfil his promise of slow but hard strokes all-over. Pam watching him with fear, and the certain knowledge that it was too late to back out now, and also that he would not flinch or waver and this was going to hurt.
The first stroke when it came stung her skin badly, it hit across her back leaving a single 3” wide pink stripe low and diagonal from her left hip up across her back to her belly on the right side. In some ways it was a relief, the level was set, the waiting was over. The band of pain across her back like fire, enough that she would have folded over if she had not been held twix table and bough, just within bounds but not excruciating,
The cry was involuntary, more a squeak than a cry, then a count of five before the next stroke struck parallel to the first but just that bit further round her body, this one beginning at her back the lash wrapping itself up around the right side the tip just catching her breast scratching its way to the under-breast, again the cry as the leather landed,, Lisa gripping Oliver`s tool hard and Joe slipping into Julie un-noticed, her eyes on Pam. There was another five seconds of expectant breath holding, everyone waited, each full-well knowing that the next would strike across the soft tender nipple they had each sucked on, enjoyed, loved.
Swish the leather cut the air, splat, leather hitting skin, wrapping itself perfectly parallel across the breast, the nipple and then the other breast just above the areola, the woman screamed, not a cry this time, but a full-bodied scream of deep agony, as the leather generated fire struck directly to her brain. Julie clamped her muscles on Joe, like a clam closing and Oliver too felt his partner wince and grip him with her fingers and her sex on his embedded thumb.
Three… Four… Five, the next blow fell, this one full on the other breast wrapping itself round and under the arm- pit, another band of fire searing itself to her brain, her scream up another octave, echoing from the walls of the old quarry, disturbing the last few birds that had begun to roost in this, usually quiet woodland. The next stroke fell completing the set, making her upper body a field of red, and stinging, spiral stripes, by now she was sobbing uncontrollably. Sucking in air in gulps.
Was it over she wondered, her brain racing from subject to subject, not stopping on any one of the thoughts long enough to form a logical answer.
The next blow answered that question, it struck at the same point as the last round, this time downwards across her right hip the tip landing under the still fairly pert left buttock, it brought forth a groan, a loud gasping groan, as her pain increased by just one more stripe, two… three… crack, he had shortened the pause, the strike cut across both of her cheeks, a livid red stripe across the pink spanked butt.
Before she could draw breath again, the next was on its way, crack, her hip took the brunt as the tip swung round and down into her inner leg. Tender was not the word, a single a line of burning pain as it wrapped itself to the inner thigh, Jay moving his aim, as the bough above shook with her shaking and screaming, the stroke this time in the other direction the other hip wrapping round the other leg and again curling in just below her sex.
Unashamed now the action in what Oliver later called “the one and nines,” was amazing, Lisa was bouncing like a woman possessed on Oliver and Joe was spewing precum like a waterfall, with Julie sitting bemused watching her friend and fellow women`s institute member writhing in both agony and enjoyment. Loving every second of the painful performance.
By now Jay stood in front of the tearful Pam, belt swinging at his side a look of total enjoyment on his face as she shook her head to clear the tears and get him into focus. She knew he was itching to hit her once more, her body was on the very verge of coming, she knew what she wanted, knew it would finish the job, wondered if she could take that last single stroke, unlike all the other strokes, direct, straight to the sexual nerve centre, complete it.
She knew in her heart of hearts that at this moment she would regret it if she called POPPY, she needed it, knew it deep down and she found herself nodding to him. He nodded back, they understood one another, he knew exactly what she wanted, a fleeting smile crossed his face and he moved from her sight, behind her now, the leather swung once, then twice in a tight arc before up it went, up between her legs, the wide belt nearest his hand struck her backside, the belt wrapping itself upwards, curling between her legs, catching on the right, twisting and striking wrapping itself up into that slot so treasured by both sexes, cracking along the tender labia, smashing against the tiny bud, then finishing against her mons with a loud SMACK
Her head threw back with a howl of real and very great anguish, mixed with a dash of achievement and a pinch of love, as she fixed Joe, who was as he watched spewing forth more seed than he had done in many years, with a look that said I love you now, and I always will.
Oliver filled Lisa, Julie fell forward u*********s with the orgasm she had achieved at the expense of her friend
They cut her down, Joe and Jay half carried her to the cottage, Lisa carrying the bag, Oliver with his gun, bringing up the rear.
A shower assisted by her lady-friends helped, Julie gently, lovingly and tenderly, enjoying spreading cold cream on the site of that final stroke. Then naked they returned to the kitchen.
Pam now astounded them by suggesting that Joe her husband “finished the job’ and took her before they went home. it was not an offer to be refused, if that’s what she wanted, that’s what he would do, had he not said so.
She lay back he slipped into the now slippery damaged sex, causing her to draw breath, then he began, slowly at first, then more and more savagely, her, arched against his deep strokes, each slam agony for her that he knew, but it was his tribute, his offering. till together they hit the spot and he filled her, just as she wanted, her eyes rolling, nipples stiff, breathing ragged, she came, and it was over. By now Lisa was over the table end under Oliver and Jay was behind the sofa in the lounge filling Julie. In silence they dressed, each woman kissed their men and they walked off home, Pam bow legged and only in her dress, moving gently helped by her life-long love and her aggressor. It had been a fine evening a wonderfully revealing learning curve.
At home Lisa tipped out the slips from the jars, in the first each one said, `belt’ and the others said `till red,’ or `till the whole skin is red’
She smiled, it was bedtime.
They discussed the evening as they walked, Pam said her arse was glowing, and despite that for her it had been fantastic, she had not been spanked in years, and though she knew her Joe wasn’t that way inclined, she had loved being helpless and receiving discipline at the hands of another.
Joe said that “as long as it wasn’t too severe, it doesn’t have any lasting effects and you enjoy it my sweet I have no objections, just don’t expect me to do it to you though I enjoy watching!” he went on “I`ve had a wonderful night myself, Julie wanted anal that was tight as a mouse`s ear, and pretty fantastic, she loves it but Oliver, she says is too big to do it with her!” that was greeted with a chuckle from Lisa, who said she “could vouch for his size alright, but she might draw the line at anal with it!”
They joined the lane from the woodland path, and looked at Jay, who had said nothing so far, but realising they wanted him to comment he smiled, and said he had enjoyed the control of the bondage, and had loved the surge of power from his hand striking at Pam`s arse, he could have got carried away if he had had a whip or belt, it was so intense, but he was not so keen on the separation thing, as it made you wonder what was happening to your lady, and at least some of the fun for him was visual!”
Which had Pam saying that it was “quite something, as the humiliation thing between themselves was probably part of the fun!”
Lisa said that “she felt pretty grubby, by in reality had enjoyed being pee’ed on,” but she “could see where Pam was coming from!” Asked by Jay if she had really enjoyed it? She agreed that it had “been awesome but humiliating and she was glad she had been bound and had had no choice!”
They arrived home, as the distant church clock rang its midnight chime. Saying goodnight on the step, each couple vowing to chat properly next day after work.
Dawn came much too early for the tired four, so it was fully 8am when they had disentangled themselves from their partners, and sleepily appeared for breakfast. After which the two men set off to check and water the flocks. By mid-day they were back home and after washing up were sat at the big old kitchen table, tea in hand. Pam, suggested that they had Oliver and Julie over for tea again, and to that they all eagerly agreed, so Joe rang the gamekeeper`s wife who decided they would visit as soon, as Oliver returned from his round, it seemed he too had had a very late start!
Thus, it was that at 4.30 that afternoon the six were gathered in the kitchen of Joes cottage, mugs in hand, without embarrassment discussing the last nights events.
It was decided that separating was not a good idea if they were to `play’, however for straight vanilla sex, it was thought acceptable, and Joe suggested that occasionally they could all swap partners for the whole night, which would at least be different. This seemed acceptable to everyone, and Jay added that it would be best to limit swaps to perhaps only once a month or even that would become just the norm.
Lisa pointed out that she was younger than the other two ladies, and still was “`blessed’ with periods” so care in selecting the date of said swap would be needed, both Pam and Julie confirming that that “wasn’t a problem for them,” and it would be best for Lisa to “regulate, the dates, to conform with her least fertile times!”
That agreed then they fell to discussing the last round of games and what each person wanted from the whole scenario. It was a frank and open forum, each in turn giving his or her opinion, which was both clear and enlightening.
The three women all seemed to favour bondage, giving up their own control of their own sexual destiny. Lisa said that a little humiliation had its appeal, though she didn’t know why! and she had loved being outdoors. Julie agreeing that outdoors was good and that she and Oliver had done that a time or two, she was just sorry that she couldn’t accommodate him analy, him being so big, Pam, being Pam said that “she had loved the discipline of spanking and though it was mild she in her head fancied trying something stronger just to see if it was what she needed or if it was just fantasy!” this brought from Joe the surprised comment “are you sure, old girl?” and her nod of conformation. To which he raised an eyebrow, so she knew he would be raising that subject again after the visitors had gone.
The men`s thoughts were mixed, Joe just wanting to go with the flow, saying one of his fantasies had been to watch Pam with another man, and that had been done, so he was content to just enjoy and help where he could. Oliver said he had been turned on by being humiliated by his partner using him, he also loved the bondage and as for Jay he wanted to expand on the power trip of using folk, and if there were no objections giving more than just a spanking.
Oliver asked about the drawing of slips, which met with mixed results, the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen met with the thumbs up from the women, but though they had had each discipline picked for them they had more or less taken control in some ways which was not the way they felt they wanted it unless it was a ladies night or a swap weekend.
Jay ever the thinker suggested “perhaps they should each `run the shop’ in turn then everyone would get a chance, as sometimes it’s a turn on to be totally controlled!”
This, after discussion, was agreed on, each `master of the day’ being responsible to supply the right gear and take charge each time and that only one pair would play that days fetish, the rest watching and enjoying some vanilla games.
The upshot was the cut of the cards to determine which order to be in. Jay was first, poor Joe having to wait a full six months to take a turn as master! A date was set three weeks away as Lisa was due `on’ in the following few days and it would give her time to `get over it.’
though there was an amount of kissing and finger play while they enjoyed each-others company, it was nothing serious, before Oliver called time for him and Julie as he needed to patrol for poachers and he neither wanted her used here without him or her to walk home alone. So, the party broke up about half eleven, each couple retiring to bed as soon as they were able.
It was on the Monday afternoon when Jay met Joe beside the trough in the 40 acre field, together they tackled the leaking pipe and the job was soon sorted, so they sat on the trailer end, having a drink from their flasks, when Jay went a bit serious and asked Joe how far he could go with Pam especially with whip or a belt, he really did want to use her, and had fantasized about whipping a woman for years but never found one who wanted to be used before and he didn’t want to overstep the mark or spoil things.
The answer was that Joe in truth didn’t want Pam used at all, though he finished by saying that “if Pam wants it, Pam must have it, but nothing permanent, she is too precious to me!” adding “if it`s her wish then it must be, but if it was to be for her, and he would watch with interest and he would sadly enjoy it, as he had always secretly loved a little bdsm though had never dreamed…!”
He added that “it needed to be the pair of them, Pam and you, that set the limits, so perhaps you should talk to the victim, not the bystander!
Jay promised that things wouldn’t go that far as to permanently mark her, and there would be a safe word, things stopping instantly if she uttered it. Which seemed to satisfy the older man, who, with a nod having finished his cup remounted his tractor and with Jay on the trailer off they went.
Later that evening Jay managed to have a word with Pam while Lisa was out shutting up the hens and Joe was in the bath, he explained about that afternoon`s conversation with Joe and asked her to think of a safe word, and to contemplate the whole thing limits wise, explaining about his fantasy as he did, Lisa then returned and the conversation moved on to other things.
It was a day or two later when they next had a solitary moment together and it was Pam who raised the subject. “Look about this business of chastisement, when I was a girl my dad used to beat me with his belt for the slightest thing. I could sense it turned him on my mum not being with us by then and as I sort of enjoyed it I would do things to let him enjoy the situation, it being, well, his only outlet. It never got further than that, and Dad passed on just after we married so since I married Joe I`ve never had the slightest bit of discipline, it`s not Joes way, and to be honest I miss it, that`s why I relished that spanking the other night, and it has awakened the desire for more.” She paused Jay nodded not wishing to stem the flow.
“The use of a belt was normal in my teen years, and I often fantasised about being whipped, so this is my chance, and yours, no horrible bl00d running till the woman collapses scenario, but a good hard reddening of my skin would I hope satisfy both of us” he nodded, and asked about safe words, she suggested `poppy’, it having been a safe word in a story she had read on the subject. Which he said, “sounded grand!” then he asked if she wanted to be bound? which she did “but only after the initial over the knee spanking and to be treated like a slave to be punished for the rest, given no quarter, no choices…”
Jay looked relieved, he had no wish to upset Joe, by going too far or to overstep the mark with Pam even if it was his fantasy.
His next step was to talk to Oliver one evening, he needed an overhanging bough on a tree in the woods that was secluded but easy to get to, where they could all sit and watch as well. This Oliver supplied easily, he had a spot in a bowl of what was once a small long disused quarry deep in the woods, where, when school parties and scouts, or youth groups came he lectured on the native species, and the a****ls and that sort of thing. It had a dozen logs arranged like an amphitheatre round a single big stump and had both an overhanging branch and a big hut for a hide, so the k**s could watch the birds if it rained. It was deep in the woodland, so that as he said screams would not be heard outside the area, so it was perfect!
That agreed they waited for the appointed Friday, Jay praying for dry weather as the mundane work of a****l husbandry went on, though Jay couldn`t resist the odd jibe or patting Pam`s backside once in a while and muttering he was just getting his aim in! to which she would colour up a little and smile wistfully muttering he would have to wait! Her one comment to him when they were alone for a moment was; “after the spanking, please don’t spare me on Friday, just take your time and use my whole body, hard, as I may never want to do this again, I may be a one trick pony” to which he grinned and nodded his assent.
Jay collected a couple of empty pickled onion jar`s and washing them out, he was seen cutting paper strips, and sucking his pencil before writing on them, then folding them up, and loading them into the jars before hiding the things under his bed! It was soon Friday, Pam at their breakfast telling Lisa she was “a lot excited, a little scared, and a touch horrified with herself, that she had asked to receive such a punishment!”
At the evening meal after showering and dressing Pam was noticed not to have her usual appetite, the others went off to shower or whatever and at 7 they all set out for the game-keepers cottage. Pam wearing a flowery light dress and Jay clutching a big bag hung over his shoulder.
Oliver and Julie were waiting, and before setting off, Jay asked if she wanted to back out, though he knew she wouldn’t he felt he needed to ask, she proffered her wrists, he clipped her hands in front of her with a pair of handcuffs from the Angela collection, then placed a rope round the cuffs just to add to the feelings of humiliation. They then followed Oliver, who told them not to make a noise, tucked his shotgun under his arm, in a single file led them just as he had only that morning, led a school party, deep into his woodland bailiwick.
They appreciated the forest as they trod the worn path, the woodland smells of pine, and oak, wafted at them, gnats flitted around and bees buzzed, shady trees rustled in the warm evening breeze and birds called as startled wildlife, surprised at the intrusion, scuttled away, a deer, bounding away and a partridge rising, caused Pam`s frayed nerves to jump as it took to wing almost under Oliver`s feet,.
The path wound its way into a patch of tall beech trees, the disguised green painted hide being first to see, then behind it the seating logs in a half circle. They were here.
Oliver pointed the three observers to take seats, he the bowed to Jay, and said, “the floor is yours!” nodded to Pam then sat himself beside Lisa
Pam was led forward, then turned to face the assembled group, standing waiting while Jay unpacked his bag. Laying the content on the big flat log table.
There were the two jars, four or five thin ropes, a single tail whip, a wide belt a riding crop and a pair of leather gloves.
Ritualistically he removed the lid of the first jar, then released his victim`s hands, asking her once more if she was sure she still wanted the punishment?
She fixed her eyes on her husband and said with some feeling “I do, god help me I do!”
Jay said that he would be spanking her first, over his knee, and on her covered arse, then after that she would be punished properly to her own choice, as first she herself would pick the number of strokes, then the implement. She looked at him muttered under her breath, so only he could hear “sadistic bastard,” then dipped her hand in the open jar.
She pulled out a slip of paper and passed it to the nearest onlooker who happened to be Julie. She read it and announced, “until my body has turned red overall.”
Jay said, “so be it!” then he took the second lid off and again she played unlucky dip, passing the single slip to Julie, who clearly announced, “the belt” which Jay grinned at, placing both whip and crop back into the bag, then sat on the table edge facing the onlookers. Pam came to him and compliantly bent over his knee from left to right, settling herself to as comfortable a position as she could get on his hard uncomfortable knees.
Jay rolled the thin summer dress up and tucked it into the band of the white cotton knickers, pulled on the gloves then he started on his mission. SMACK, the gloved hand leaving its pink hand-mark under the thin cloth on the left cheek. she jerked, more with shock than pain, a second passed, SMACK a matched stroke to the right, less of a jerk this time, a pause of a second then again SMACK, SMACK another second`s pause, the treatment was repeated. Again, and yet again the leather covered hand made contact with the white cotton briefs. Each stroke had increased the discomfort, slowly, as the pain increased, the grunts rose as each stroke fell till they had become full blooded howls of pain.
Julie was openly fingering herself now, Lisa was sitting on Oliver`s lap his hand buried under her skirt, and Joe had not taken his eyes from his wife`s face, his tool tenting the trousers, in a most randy way.
Suddenly it was over, the spanking ceased, Pam stood, her hands on her hot backside as Jay followed, scooping his jars and the bag and clearing the big old log table.
His voice cut through the silent clearing, telling the woman to strip,
This reluctantly meant her releasing her hold on her backside, but once she had she began, it became a simple and rapid task, to remove first the dress, then the bra, and finally those white knickers, her only clothing bar her flat and comfortable shoes. Her backside glowed pink, in contrast to her white-skinned body.
He had her stand on the wide log table and hopped up himself to attach a rope to either wrist and to attach her to the overhanging bough, his next move was to tie the ankles apart the ropes connecting together under the end of the log holding her tight, facing along the log, left side on to the onlookers. There was a noticeable increase in the under-skirt movements of the two women, Joe having taken Julie onto his lap now, and easing down her knickers to make life and entry easier.
Oliver though, had not taken that route, being happy just to finger his partner while she undid his fly and grasp him in anticipation of her lovers forthcoming pain.
Jay returned to the ground, wrapping the wide-belt round his palm, from the buckle end, smiling at the secure woman in a way that said he was going to fulfil his promise of slow but hard strokes all-over. Pam watching him with fear, and the certain knowledge that it was too late to back out now, and also that he would not flinch or waver and this was going to hurt.
The first stroke when it came stung her skin badly, it hit across her back leaving a single 3” wide pink stripe low and diagonal from her left hip up across her back to her belly on the right side. In some ways it was a relief, the level was set, the waiting was over. The band of pain across her back like fire, enough that she would have folded over if she had not been held twix table and bough, just within bounds but not excruciating,
The cry was involuntary, more a squeak than a cry, then a count of five before the next stroke struck parallel to the first but just that bit further round her body, this one beginning at her back the lash wrapping itself up around the right side the tip just catching her breast scratching its way to the under-breast, again the cry as the leather landed,, Lisa gripping Oliver`s tool hard and Joe slipping into Julie un-noticed, her eyes on Pam. There was another five seconds of expectant breath holding, everyone waited, each full-well knowing that the next would strike across the soft tender nipple they had each sucked on, enjoyed, loved.
Swish the leather cut the air, splat, leather hitting skin, wrapping itself perfectly parallel across the breast, the nipple and then the other breast just above the areola, the woman screamed, not a cry this time, but a full-bodied scream of deep agony, as the leather generated fire struck directly to her brain. Julie clamped her muscles on Joe, like a clam closing and Oliver too felt his partner wince and grip him with her fingers and her sex on his embedded thumb.
Three… Four… Five, the next blow fell, this one full on the other breast wrapping itself round and under the arm- pit, another band of fire searing itself to her brain, her scream up another octave, echoing from the walls of the old quarry, disturbing the last few birds that had begun to roost in this, usually quiet woodland. The next stroke fell completing the set, making her upper body a field of red, and stinging, spiral stripes, by now she was sobbing uncontrollably. Sucking in air in gulps.
Was it over she wondered, her brain racing from subject to subject, not stopping on any one of the thoughts long enough to form a logical answer.
The next blow answered that question, it struck at the same point as the last round, this time downwards across her right hip the tip landing under the still fairly pert left buttock, it brought forth a groan, a loud gasping groan, as her pain increased by just one more stripe, two… three… crack, he had shortened the pause, the strike cut across both of her cheeks, a livid red stripe across the pink spanked butt.
Before she could draw breath again, the next was on its way, crack, her hip took the brunt as the tip swung round and down into her inner leg. Tender was not the word, a single a line of burning pain as it wrapped itself to the inner thigh, Jay moving his aim, as the bough above shook with her shaking and screaming, the stroke this time in the other direction the other hip wrapping round the other leg and again curling in just below her sex.
Unashamed now the action in what Oliver later called “the one and nines,” was amazing, Lisa was bouncing like a woman possessed on Oliver and Joe was spewing precum like a waterfall, with Julie sitting bemused watching her friend and fellow women`s institute member writhing in both agony and enjoyment. Loving every second of the painful performance.
By now Jay stood in front of the tearful Pam, belt swinging at his side a look of total enjoyment on his face as she shook her head to clear the tears and get him into focus. She knew he was itching to hit her once more, her body was on the very verge of coming, she knew what she wanted, knew it would finish the job, wondered if she could take that last single stroke, unlike all the other strokes, direct, straight to the sexual nerve centre, complete it.
She knew in her heart of hearts that at this moment she would regret it if she called POPPY, she needed it, knew it deep down and she found herself nodding to him. He nodded back, they understood one another, he knew exactly what she wanted, a fleeting smile crossed his face and he moved from her sight, behind her now, the leather swung once, then twice in a tight arc before up it went, up between her legs, the wide belt nearest his hand struck her backside, the belt wrapping itself upwards, curling between her legs, catching on the right, twisting and striking wrapping itself up into that slot so treasured by both sexes, cracking along the tender labia, smashing against the tiny bud, then finishing against her mons with a loud SMACK
Her head threw back with a howl of real and very great anguish, mixed with a dash of achievement and a pinch of love, as she fixed Joe, who was as he watched spewing forth more seed than he had done in many years, with a look that said I love you now, and I always will.
Oliver filled Lisa, Julie fell forward u*********s with the orgasm she had achieved at the expense of her friend
They cut her down, Joe and Jay half carried her to the cottage, Lisa carrying the bag, Oliver with his gun, bringing up the rear.
A shower assisted by her lady-friends helped, Julie gently, lovingly and tenderly, enjoying spreading cold cream on the site of that final stroke. Then naked they returned to the kitchen.
Pam now astounded them by suggesting that Joe her husband “finished the job’ and took her before they went home. it was not an offer to be refused, if that’s what she wanted, that’s what he would do, had he not said so.
She lay back he slipped into the now slippery damaged sex, causing her to draw breath, then he began, slowly at first, then more and more savagely, her, arched against his deep strokes, each slam agony for her that he knew, but it was his tribute, his offering. till together they hit the spot and he filled her, just as she wanted, her eyes rolling, nipples stiff, breathing ragged, she came, and it was over. By now Lisa was over the table end under Oliver and Jay was behind the sofa in the lounge filling Julie. In silence they dressed, each woman kissed their men and they walked off home, Pam bow legged and only in her dress, moving gently helped by her life-long love and her aggressor. It had been a fine evening a wonderfully revealing learning curve.
At home Lisa tipped out the slips from the jars, in the first each one said, `belt’ and the others said `till red,’ or `till the whole skin is red’
She smiled, it was bedtime.
Lizbeth
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