Chapter 7
Those among us who are disciples of spanking do not only employ the hand but other objects. I have brought out the use of the belt and the fly swatter in previous cases, but other instruments are used, too. One of the favorite, for some strange reason, is the hairbrush.
Most brushes, made of plastic with prickly bristles, can be a harsh weapon when applied to the naked bottom. I have seen the evidence on a person's buttocks after a severe spanking where the bristles have been applied, and it isn't exactly a pretty sight. But then, when we speak of the bristles being used to paddle, we would be getting into the realm of pleasure-pain more closely associated with extreme masochist desires and such a spanking would well be considered under the title of flagellation.
For those who enjoy being spanked without the severe pain of the flesh being broken, utilize the plastic side of a hairbrush.
Such a person is Robert. He enjoys being spanked by the hairbrush of his wife, Sue, who administers the brush powerfully on his naked bottom. They are an unusual couple in the fact that Robert, although he achieves ejaculation while being spanked, does not loose his erection. This comes about after a second discharge while copulating furiously with his wife immediately after being spanked. One unusual fact about Sue is that after she had administered the whipping to her husband, she must then insert the handle of the brush into her own rectum while the copulation is performed.
Both are graduates of the state university, he with a degree in business administration and she in sociology. Robert at present is working with a huge industrial complex and Sue is employed by the welfare program as researcher.
"We found out Robert enjoyed spanking while playing around," Sue related to me. "He had just come out of the shower, still wet. I reminded him he was dripping water all over the carpet. Robert is careless about things like that, and I am constantly getting onto him. He says I remind him of his mother more than a wife.
"I was sitting at the dresser, taking my face off. We had been out to dinner and were just preparing for bed. He was naked, of course, and the water ran from his body and dripped from his tallywhacker as though he was pissing. After finishing with my face, I picked up the hairbrush and began to brush my hair. Robert came close to me, looking for something on the dresser and splashed some water on me. I was in my gown, my shower finished. I told him for the thousandth time to dry off before he came out of the shower, and once more he said I sounded like his mother.
"I told my husband that not only was I going to sound like her, but if he continued dripping water over everything I was going to act like her and spank his butt. He laughed and told me I wasn't big enough to spank a fly. When he said that, he turned around and his butt was close to me. Impulsively, I slapped him across his naked butt with the flat surface of the hair brush. He yelped and made a grab for his butt, turning around and glaring at me. 'You'll get a few more good whacks like that if you don't do what I tell you,' I told him.
"After we were in bed, Robert turned to me and started playing around with my breasts. I didn't mind because I was ready to feel his tallywhacker inside my snatch. You see, Robert and I have always been what you might call sensual. We enjoy sex and indulge frequently. No, we've never practiced any of that fancy stuff; licking and sucking and that kind of thing. Of course, we've talked about such activities, but decided they weren't for us.
"I have a girl friend who sucks her husband's tallywhacker almost every night. She told me it doesn't do much for her, but it's what he likes and she has to do it to keep him happy. They never screw anymore because he's hung up on getting blown. What she does for kicks, I have no idea. Anyway, because of what my girl friend told me, I didn't want to try out anything fancy with Robert because what would I do if he started preferring my mouth to my snatch? I gave up the childish habit of fingering myself years ago and wouldn't want to take it up again. Besides, masturbation never did much for me anyway.
"Well, after Robert and I felt around on each other for a while, him sticking his finger into my snatch and me feeling of his tallywhacker until it was nice and hard, he crawled on top of me and put it in. I was a bit surprised at the greater size of his tallywhacker and the frenzy he screwed me. God, it was one of the best screws he had ever given me!
"He wrapped his arms around my back and held me very tightly against his naked chest, and he rammed that monster tallywhacker into my snatch until I thought he was deliberately trying to make me raw down there. But God, was it ever good! I didn't think about the cause of his furious passion. I just lay there and revolved my snatch up at him and enjoyed it like never before. When he came off, I was prepared to get up and go wash myself, but Robert didn't turn me loose. To my surprise, I found myself still stuffed with a hard tallywhacker and he was grinding it into me for the second time. This had never happened before, but I wasn't angry. Oh, no! I was thrilled to death. You see, there are times when I don't reach my climax before he comes. I've never really minded this because I always get pleasure just from feeling him inside me and coming off. But this time, wow ... I went off like a rocket! I mean, when he came the second time, I was right there with him.-By the time we were finished, we had to remake the bed, that's how wild it had been.
"The following night we were back to one shot deal again. After he came in me, his tallywhacker went soft and he rolled off and went to sleep. Still I didn't make any connection to the hairbrush and his furiously increased virility. Crazy as it sounds, I had never heard of spanking for sexual pleasure before.
"Then, about a week later, I was again brushing my hair at the dresser after we had been out dancing. Here came my husband, naked and dripping water as usual. He stood behind me and tan his hands over my shoulders, cupping my breasts and pressing his tallywhacker against my back. He got my nightgown soaking wet, too. I struggled away from him and told him to stop dripping water like a little boy, and took my gown off, intending to put on a fresh one. He looked at my nakedness for a moment, then said, 'Aren't you going to spank me?'
"For a moment, I didn't know what he was talking about, then it dawned on me that I had said I would spank him every time he dripped water on the carpet. I picked up the hairbrush and, falling into the game he was trying to play with me, I said I would give him a blistering he would never forget. I grabbed for his arm much as a mother would her child and twisted him around so I could get to his butt. Robert struggled against me, yelling he was only teasing. I was teasing, too, but I smacked him a good one across his naked butt. He hollered with pain, dancing up and down and spraying water all over the place. I laid another one across his butt. He screeched in a shrill voice and pulled from me, trying to run into the bathroom. I noticed the imprint of the hairbrush on his white butt, and felt a strange, yet delicious, feeling inside me.
"I didn't understand why I felt good about seeing those red marks on his butt, and I didn't try to figure it out then. I raced after him and caught him before he could get into the bathroom. I smacked him another good one, and Robert stopped, his body stiff with the pained surprise. Before he could recover his senses, I laid the brush across his naked butt a few more times. I giggled, trying to cover up the excitement that I was feeling. I don't know if it was the sounds of the hairbrush landing on his naked butt or if it was the way his rear was turning bright red. Whatever the cause, I was feeling as I would have an orgasm any second.
"Then Robert started to move again. He turned around and ran to the other side of the bed, facing me across it. You hit me one more time with that damn brush, Sue, and I'll stick it up your ass!'
"I laughed at him, waving the brush in a menacing gesture. 'You aren't man enough to stick anything up my ass, big boy,' I told him, but from the size of his tallywhacker standing up almost to his belly button, I knew he was man enough to do anything he wanted with me, especially right then.
"For a while, we stood and looked at each other across the bed. Then I dropped the brush and scrambled onto the bed, spreading my legs real wide for him. Robert fell on top of me and I reached between our bodies to pull his huge diddle stick into me. But then Robert did something that surprised me.
"He raised up on to his knees and, taking hold of one hip, he flipped me onto my stomach. Thinking he wanted to enter me from behind, I sort of waggled my tail at him and lifted it up so he could make the connection. When I felt him rub the tip of his diddler between the cheeks of my butt, I squealed that he was in the wrong hole. 'That's what you think, you sadistic bitch,' he roared at me, pressuring his stick against my butt hole. 'That damn hairbrush hurt my ass! Now, you get yours hurt!'
"Before I could pull away, Robert suddenly lunged forward and I screeched like a trapped pig. He had skewered his tallywhacker right in and up my butt hole. The pain was terrible. I struggled to pull my butt away from him, but he had hold of my hips and was holding me in position, running that thing of his into me with so much power, I felt as if he had torn me apart. I had the urge to defecate, but with his diddler impaling me like that, it was more of a constipated sensation than anything else, you might say.
"I screamed at him to take it out, that he was ruining me, but he didn't pay any attention to my pleas. I was crying with the pain by this time, but he kept right on spearing into me, ignoring everything I said. I could feel, between the throb of pain, his nuts banging against my snatch. The idea come to me that if I grabbed those tender things and squeezed hard, he would have to jerk his thing out. Reaching beneath my body, I gripped his nuts in my hand and squeezed them tightly. He bellowed as the sharp pain went through him, but instead of pulling out of my butt hole, he went all the faster and harder into me. I knew then that it was no good. I had to accept what he was doing to me and hope it would never happen again.
"Finally, to my relief, I felt his diddler start squirting. I could feel his come all the way up my belly, splashing around inside my butt. I was surprised that I no longer felt any pain, but pleasure.
"When he removed his tallywhacker from my butt hole, I felt as if it would never be the same. God, it felt so stretched I was sure my snatch and butt hole was one and the same opening now. I didn't get to relax for long, however. Robert again flipped me over until I was on my back, and now he thrust his diddler into my snatch without messing around. I guess I went wild then. I threw my legs around his hips and locked them behind him, my hands clawing at his back as he plunged in and out of my snatch. When I went off, it was like the fourth of July with all the fireworks in the state going off at the same time. Robert, too, reached a discharge for the second time.
"Both of us were too exhausted to discuss this strange behavior on his part.
"Come to think of it, I don't believe we ever did talk about it. It just happened.
"The very next night, Robert again came from the shower, dripping as usual. I didn't give him a chance to get my nightgown wet this time. I picked up the hairbrush and started after him. There wasn't much of a scuffle. I pulled him across my lap and laid the brush hard on his naked butt. He kicked and squalled and bellowed like a bull, but I spanked his butt until it was flaming red. I brought the brush down on first one cheek, then the other, and each time the smack came to my ears, I would feel a wonderful tingle inside my snatch.
"There was also another interesting event that I found strange. Robert's tallywhacker was very hard, pressing against my nightgown-covered thighs. He was no longer struggling, and the harder I brought the brush down on his butt, the softer he would moan and squirm into my lap. Then, he yelled out that he was coming. Without thinking about it, I applied the brush even harder, the sound of it against his naked butt was music to my ears. By now, his flesh was scarlet, and I knew the pain must be terrific. Yet, Robert arched his butt up to meet the blows. Then, he roared with excitement, and I felt his tallywhacker jerk around wildly, and the next thing that happened was I had myself a lap full of his come.
"I dropped the brush on the bed when he struggled up to his feet. He stood in front of me for a moment, rubbing both hands up and down his burning butt, looking at me with a strange gleam in his eyes. His diddler was still standing up very strong, and his discharge was puddled in my lap. I started to get up and remove my gown, but Robert grabbed me roughly and threw me back on the bed. He said, 'I told you I'd shove this damn brush up your ass if you ever hit me again with it! Now, young lady, you're going to get it!'
"I screamed for him to leave me alone, that my butt hole was still sore from last night. He twisted me around on the bed until I was flat on my stomach, and with a flick of his hand, he tossed my gown up over my head. I felt him clawing around at my butt and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't free myself from him. I felt the handle of the hairbrush being inserted between the cheeks of my butt. I screamed and yelled and called him a few good names--very dirty names--and that only made him all the more determined to shove the handle of my hairbrush into my butt hole. I wriggled around violently, and he sat down across the small of my back, facing my feet. He pulled one of my cheeks wide apart and the next thing was a searing pain in my butt hole as he plunged the handle of the brush into me. He began to work it in and out, and the more I twisted and tossed around, the more he liked it. Without realizing it, I was actually helping him screw me in my tail with that brush!
"I was sobbing by now, because the pain was terrific. It was different than the night before. I mean, the handle of the brush felt different inside my butt than his tallywhacker had. It wasn't as big, for one thing, and for another he could penetrate me much deeper. He was laughing like a mad man while doing this humiliating thing to me. Then, keeping the handle of the brush working in and out of my tail, he reached between my thighs with his other hand and started fingering my snatch. That did it!
"Once he shoved a finger into my snatch, and that hairbrush moving in and out of my butt hole, the pain seemed to evaporate. In its place was the most fantastically beautiful feeling I had ever experienced in my life! God, it was the greatest ever!
"With his finger moving in and out of my snatch, and the hairbrush torturing my butt hole, I erupted into the mightiest come of my life. I felt it building up inside my stomach, racing around my veins like boiling lava, and then it went off. I screamed with the sheer joy of it, throwing my butt up against the invading brush and just shuddered and trembled as my mind went blank.
"Robert, after bringing me off this way, withdrew the brush and turned me over onto my back, spreading my legs with his hands. Then he lay across me and shoved his tallywhacker into my still quivering snatch and screwed the hell out of me. Oh, that was good! We both reached our comes about the same time and I had the idea our sex life was changing, whether I wanted it to or not. At least, it was changing for the better as far as I was concerned, and as it happened, for Robert too.
"That night set the trend for our future sex. For about a month straight, Robert would drip his water all over the carpet, knowing I would spank his butt with the hairbrush. After he would come off in my lap, he would then toss me onto the bed and screw my butt hole with the hairbrush, then stick his diddler into my snatch and we would both come off almost together.
"In a months time, we gave up the pretense of excuses to spank him. Sometimes he would come home from work and I would spank him before dinner, and he never failed to come off. Most of those before dinner spankings didn't result in screwing. But at night we really let loose and had a ball.
"Then, after I had spanked his butt until it was hardly more than raw meat, Robert shoved the handle of the hairbrush into my butt hole as usual, but this time he made a variation. He laid me on my back and had me wrap my hands around my knees, holding them tight against my breasts. He shoved the handle of the brush into my butt hole this way, and after working it in and out a few times, he stood up and rammed his tallywhacker into my snatch. Now, with the brush in one hole and his diddler in the other, I was almost out of my skull with delicious pleasure. I started coming almost as soon as he began screwing me, and the spasms of my clutching muscles down there started the hairbrush to slip out. I reached behind my butt and shoved it back in, and when I did that, a terrific feeling of pleasure shot through me. Experimentally, I began working the brush in and out of my tail while Robert screwed me, and my God! I thought I was in heaven! I had never felt such a fantastic sensation in my life. It seemed as if I was coming apart all over, especially down between my legs and the cheeks of my butt.
"When it was over, I couldn't move a muscle. I felt as if my bones had become some sort of liquid jelly. My butt hole and snatch both were burning, but it was sweet, blissful burning.
"Every night from then on, I would spank Robert to a come, then he would ram the brush up my tail and screw me that way. It seemed that each time it happened, it was that much better."
Neither Robert nor his wife, Sue, realized they had the desire to spank or be spanked prior to the initial action. Although Sue says they never discussed this, I am certain they must have talked about it to some degree.
Sue never wanted to be spanked herself, but she took great delight in paddling her husband to orgasm. From the statements she makes regarding the hairbrush being inserted into her rectum, we can draw the conclusion that she is strongly anal oriented. In my book, The Anal Love Compulsion, published by Copley Square Press, in 1971, I gave the views of a young lady in reference to the growing interest to the buttocks. "The whole fucking world is butt-conscious," she said to me. "Look at the short skirts; the hot pants. Every garment a girl buys today is oriented toward drawing attention to her ass!"
That statement might well be applied to the modern style of men's pants. They, too, seem to be designed so as to draw attention not only to the genital areas of the male, but to his buttocks, also. Although many women, when seeing a male in the tight-fitting pants, will stare at the crotch and outline of his penis, there is a growing number who stare just as hard and hungrily at his bottom, not with the desire to caress and fondle the gluteal area, but with the desire to spank the man.
Getting back to Sue and Robert, they became involved with another couple who enjoyed spanking about six months after their own discovery. The couple were somewhat older than Sue and Robert, but attractive enough to induce the young couple into a foursome.
Pete happened to be Robert's direct superior in the company, and was a disciple of spanking, usually administered by his wife, Peggy. Neither couple were aware of the other's sexual inclinations at first. But Peggy was a staunch supporter of the female liberation movement, not necessarily agreeing with the female liberation movement in all matters, but mostly in sexual equality for women. She was bold and aggressive in her belief, and on the occasions Robert had seen her in the office, he would become embarrassed by her outspoken manner when referring to sexual ideas.
It was Peggy's contention that if a man could stare openly at a man with passion burning in his eyes, then a woman had this same privilege. I will not argue with this belief, because I, too, feel that honesty is best when it comes to sex, as most of you know from my past works. I have no qualms about becoming sexually intimate with certain patients if I feel such action is of benefit. Of course, this has made me somewhat of a renegade in the area of social behaviorism, but all our founders of mental health were laughed at when they first brought to light the workings of the mind.
I was fortunate enough to interview Peggy, and I must say I was surprised to find such a well-bred and lady-like woman so gross in speech and mannerisms. It was evident from the first that she was a lady of quality, being born and reared in a wealthy family that still practiced the old world graces. I was interested in finding out when and how she became interested in spanking the male buttocks, but she pooh-poohed the idea, going right into her story about Sue and Robert.
"Every time I went to the office, I would look at that young man and think how wonderful it would be to spank his ass. Robert is a dear boy, you know, and so handsome. And that wife of his, why, she's so cute and sweet! Her ass is beautiful, so round and firm, swelling out in luscious whiteness. I could spank those sweet cheeks and have climax after climax! But, sorry to say, Sue won't go for it.
"But, getting back to Robert. He wears those tight pants, you know, and in the office he's usually without his jacket. I can see his ass wonderfully, and one day at the office, I couldn't resist giving him a little pinch there. Oh, he was terribly surprised, but I grinned lewdly at him and told him he had a very fine ass. I asked him if his dick was as beautiful, and the dear boy almost fainted.
"That same night, I spoke to Pete about Robert. You see, I had been spanking my husband's ass almost from the day we were married. I must say I was quite happy to find out he enjoyed being spanked. I love to see a pair of male cheeks get nice and red, and if I can paddle them with a brush, why, I can have orgasm after orgasm!
"Pete and I have belonged to a few spanking groups, but we've never much cared for them. Most of those groups get a bit wild for my taste. Why, some of those women actually draw blood! To me, that isn't spanking at all ... it's downright cruel. We gave up the groups after a terribly embarrassing incident where Pete was beaten severely by a woman using a cane. We still enjoy spanking with others, but individuals are hard to find, let alone a couple like us.
"Pete didn't know anything about Sue and Robert's sex life, but I told him to find out as much as he could. He was already on very good terms with Robert, so it wasn't difficult to have him at lunch. Pete is a likable guy, and he and Robert soon became very good friends. I was delighted to hear that Robert spoke openly about his sexual relations with that delectable wife of his, but it took some time to find out about the spankings and hairbrush up the asshole bit.
"As I said, I enjoy using a hairbrush on the naked ass of a man, and when Pete told me Sue used one, too, I was very anxious to arrange a meeting with this luscious couple.
"Without indicating anything sexual would come out of it, Pete invited Sue and Robert to our home one Saturday afternoon for a garden tea. Actually, it wasn't a tea, but simply an excuse to get them over. It was a beautiful day and we sat near the pool and had a few drinks. I questioned the luscious Sue as subtly as possible about her sexual inclinations, but she was a bit reluctant to talk about such things.
"I casually mentioned that I enjoyed giving my husband a spanking now and then. Her lovely eyes widened and I could see understanding behind them. Even then, she hesitated about opening up with me, and only did so after the two men went back to the house--to discuss business, they said. Actually, Pete was going to show Robert a film or two on spanking.
"Now that we were alone, Sue began to tell me of the method she used in spanking her husband, but only after I told her of my own. I could see she was becoming aroused by the talk, her eyes glistened and she squirmed a bit in her chair. I told her I would love to spank her husband on his naked ass, and asked if she would enjoy spanking a different man, such as Pete. I saw her bottom lip tremble and then she licked her tongue over it. I knew I had her then, she would cooperate. Now, if only Pete could get Robert turned on by seeing those spanking films.
"After giving Pete plenty of time, Sue and I returned to the house. The door of Pete's study was closed, and I could hear the whir of the projector inside. Sue heard it, too, and asked what they were looking at. I told her right out that it was films on spanking. Right away she said she wanted to see them, too. I opened the door and we entered the dim study, the screen blazing brightly against one wall. Pete was showing one of my favorites.
"It was a film of a young woman and two men. All of them were naked, of course, and the woman was using a hairbrush--my favorite instrument-- on the scarlet asses of the men. The two men were leaning over a couch with their legs wide apart, ass-cheeks spread. The woman was on her knees behind them and slightly away. She was spanking them in alternate strokes. You can see the two dicks of those men with hairy balls hanging down, and they were very hard. I heard a gasp come from Sue, and when I peered at her in the dim light, I saw she was very aroused. Moving around in the room, I stood close to Robert. All it took was a glance at the front of his pants to see he had a lovely hard dick pressing against his pants.
"The film ended with both the men coming while the woman continued spanking them. The final scene was of the woman thrashing around on the floor, fucking her cunt with the handle of the hairbrush. When it ended, Pete flicked on the lights and pulled the drapes. Robert was breathing quite heavily, and his dick stood strongly against his pants. Pete, too, had a hard-on. But Sue, the sweet girl, was almost beside herself with passion. Her breasts were rising and falling swiftly and her nostrils were flaring. She looked from Robert's bulging pants to Pete's, and I knew we had them hooked then.
"I went to the small cabinet against one wall and removed two hairbrushes from a drawer. I handed one of them to Sue, and she took it without taking her eyes from the two men. 'Okay, you two dick-heads,' I said. 'Time to get spanked. Hurry up, now! Bare those ass-cheeks!'
"Pete started undressing immediately, but Robert hesitated. He glanced at his wife, and saw the way she was gazing in fascination at my husband as he became naked. Then he started taking his clothes off, too. I turned to Sue and said, 'Shall we be naked, also, or do you prefer to be dressed while spanking a man?'
"For a moment, Sue didn't say anything, just panted heavily. She glanced at her husband who was down to his shorts now, his dick sticking out of the fly all hard and throbbing beautifully.
'Naked!' she said in a half-whisper, and began to fumble at her blouse and skirt with one hand, the other clutching the hairbrush tightly. 'I want to be naked.'
"Since I enjoy being naked, too, I removed my clothing and placed them on a chair neatly. Sue, too excited, didn't care where her clothing landed. When I saw her naked, I thought she had the most beautiful body on a woman I had ever seen. I stepped close to her and brushed my hand down over her swelling ass, feeling of it as she trembled. 'You have a lovely ass, dear,' I told her. 'It would be sensational to spank it.'
"But, as I said, she didn't go for being spanked at all. She, like me, preferred to spank a set of cheeks.
"When the men were naked, I asked Sue which one she wanted to spank, and she moved on wobbly legs to my husband. Robert watched her stand behind Pete as she examined his ass critically, then he turned to me. It was the first time he would be spanked by someone other than his wife, and there was apprehension in his eyes. I moved behind him and fondled his sweet ass with my hand for a moment, telling him I wouldn't hurt him, not much, at least. I told him I wasn't at all sadistic about spanking a man. I suppose that gave him some relief, but perspiration broke out on his forehead just the same. Maybe he was apprehensive about this, but from the size of his dick, he was just as anxious as I was to get started.
"I had both men lean over Pete's desk, telling Sue that we could both watch those cheeks get wonderfully red at the same time. Her beautiful tits were swollen as she panted, the pink nipples very erect. The luscious fuzz of her cunt hair was moist as she spraddled her legs to get a good leverage, and I saw her lovely ass shiver slightly.
"I waited until she started, wanting to see how hard she would strike my husband's ass. She lifted the brush high above her head, then swung it down with all the power her slender body could muster. The brush landed with a deliciously loud smack, and Pete yelped from the stinging pain. Again she brought the brush down, this time on his other ass-cheek. Her eyes were wide and sparkling with passion, staring down at his reddening ass. I saw her reach under his body to feel his dick. 'Is it still hard, Sue?' I asked her. She pulled her hand away and nodded to me, then began to spank him with evenly spaced blows.
"I looked down at the slightly spread ass of Robert, noticing that he was shivering from the sounds of his wife spanking Pete next to him. Then I began to rain blow after blow on his naked ass, alternating cheeks. I tried to space my blows between those of Sue's, wanting to hear the sounds of both, but she was too excited to maintain any sort of rhythm.
"Robert and Pete's ass both were turning scarlet, and the more Sue and I spanked them, the more they danced around and howled. Of course, the howling wasn't because of the pain--they had already passed the threshold and were in exquisite pleasure by now. Both of their cocks were standing up firm and ready to blow.
"My husband shot his come first. Sue noticed it and, squealing like a small child, she started slapping her open palm harder yet on his naked butt. Then, after I had delivered a powerful blow to Robert's cheeks, he started ejaculating, too. He started jerking around and grunting, and all of a sudden he squirted his come out.
"I was pleasantly surprised to see his hard-on remained, and before he could loose it, I pulled him down onto the floor with me and guided that big dick ring into my slit. Robert gave a hard lunge and his prick split my pussy like a thick battering ram. Sue, seeing her husband fuck me, eyed Pete's wrinkled up cock wistfully. He was of no use to her at all. The poor thing, she had to masturbate while her husband screwed me."
Peggy and Pete, Sue and Robert all get together frequently now, or so I understand. The spankings have taken on more of an orderly fashion than that first session. Usually, the women will spank the other's husband while the rest sit around and observe. There is no evidence here to indicate this foursome will delve into the deeper, more severe type of spanking that borders on flagellation.