Chapter 3

If someone had told me at age sixteen when I was teasing everything in pants that I would one day get my greatest thrills out of submitting to the strong hands of a man, I would have laughed in their faces and told them that they were crazy as hell.

But I would have been dead wrong.

Over the course of weeks Stephen and I did indeed start a new life together. One of him controlling and me submitting.

I no longer teased him with my body.

He took what he wanted and if I didn't wish to comply, tough shit on my part.

Every morning there was another work list waiting for me. And most days I completed it. On the days that I didn't my body gladly paid for my omissions.

Several times I purposely didn't do an assigned task and Stephen knew it too and didn't object in the least.

From April to July in 85 there wasn't a week that went by that my ass didn't feel the sting of Stephen's hand or the paddle.

Sometimes it would he a very formal paddling where I would have to bring him the paddle, drape myself over his lap and voice my transgressions.

Others were more like kid's play where he would chase me around the house until he caught me then pound away at my willing ass as I gave illusions of wanting to escape.

By June 1 my weight was below my pre-pregnant weight.

I looked better than I ever had and the whole world looked on in appreciation. My body was flirting again, but now only by the request of my husband.

We would drop Jason off at Mrs. Peterson's and go out.

One day we went to a shopping mall. I wore as little as possible without getting arrested for indecent exposure.

Stephen ordered me to walk slowly in front of him from one end of the mall to the other as he watched men undress me with their eyes. Then we came home and fucked like a couple of teenagers who had just discovered sex. I got a spanking and we did it all over again.

Our world was perfect. Then on Friday, August 2, my world changed again.

I had gotten Stephen's permission to go shopping with Linda.

Jason was at Mrs. Peterson's for the day. I was to pick him up at four, go home and fix supper.

It didn't work out that way.

Linda and I hit many stores that morning and packages began to fill my trunk. We lunched downtown then headed for some more stores.

Linda said that Rossland's was having a great sale that we just couldn't miss and I agreed.

The place was jammed. People were shoving each other out of the way to get to what they wanted and Linda and I dove right in. I was determined to get a designer dress if I had to kill for it, I almost had to.

I finally managed to get hold of the green silk dress and made my way to the dressing room where I had to wait in line for a booth to empty. The time slipped by. I tried on the dress and it fit like a dream.

Then it was stand in line to pay for it.

The cashier rang up my dress at 3:49 and I began a desperate search for Linda.

Twenty minutes later I found her. She had just managed to get hold of a dress and was making her way to the dressing rooms.

I pleaded with her to buy it without trying it on. She laughed at my concerns and said that if we were late Stephen would know enough to pick up Jason.

Not being able to tell her of the consequences I faced, I waited in frustration as she tried on the dress then stood in an even longer line to pay for it.

5:30 we finally left the store to be faced with rush hour traffic.

We got caught behind a two car accident for an hour and with every passing minute I could feel my ass under the paddle again and again.

By 6:05 Linda was squirming too.

When we pulled into my drive at 6:52 we were both nervous as hell.

Gary, Linda's husband, was not the forgiving type either and we knew our husbands would be steaming by then.

Gathering what courage we had remaining, we entered the house, packages in hand.

The door had no more than closed behind us and Stephen and Gary were down our throats.

"Where the hell have you two been?" came from Gary as he grabbed Linda's arm, making her drop her bags.

"You're over three hours late, Bev," came from a calm voiced Stephen.

I resigned myself to my fate. Tomorrow I wouldn't be able to sit down.

"I'm sorry, Stephen. We got caught in a crazy crowd at the store, then rush hour and a two car pile up made it even worse."

"The reasons make no difference, Bev. You were told to be home by four with Jason. You disobeyed and now you're going to pay for it."

I knew what he meant. And as soon as Gary and Linda left I wouldn't fight him in the least.

"But it's not her fault, Stephen. I was the one who insisted on trying on the dress. If we had left when Bev wanted, we would have been on time, or close to it anyway."

Stephen looked at Gary and something passed between them that I couldn't understand.

"Fine. Then you will share in her punishment."

"Her pun... her what?" Linda gasped out as she tried to understand.

"Her punishment and now yours too."

"Stephen, you can't... you can't mean... "

"Oh yes I do, Bev. Drop those bags and get yourself into the living room and wait for me."

This couldn't be happening.

Surely Stephen didn't mean that I was to receive my paddling in front of Linda and Gary. Could he?

"Stephen?"

"Go to the living room, Bev. Now."

"Stephen, please."

Even I must admit my voice lacked conviction.

His eyes told the story. He had every intention of doing just that. My stomach sank to my knees, then to my feet as I set my bags on the floor.

"Stephen, please." I begged him.

"Now, Bev. You're just making it worse." He gave not an inch.

My jello legs carried me to the living room. With Stephen's tone I knew what I would see-the straight backed chair that Stephen used when giving me a paddling would be in the center of the room. And it was there.

But it was not alone.

There were two of them. And both of them had a paddle lying on the seat.

Suddenly I knew what that look meant that passed between Stephen and Gary.

Linda and I were both going to get a paddling. We had shared the day and we were to share our punishments.

I fleetingly wondered if this would be Linda's first one as I walked to one of the chairs and waited.

I was tied from hairline to toes, butterflies fluttered around in my stomach and my hands were ice cold. My sore ass, I had gotten a spanking only two days ago, tightened up in anticipation of what was to come.

Meanwhile back in the entry I heard the three of them talking. Well, more accurately Gary and Stephen were doing most of the speaking.

Just the scraps of their conversation that I heard were enough to convince me that Gary and Stephen hadn't wasted their time waiting for Linda and me to arrive.

I was totally surprised when Gary said that Linda would be getting another spanking for her behavior. (So it wasn't to be her first.) And she had better resign herself to having it here or he would take her home and call up someone to help, too. (What the hell was Gary talking about?)

A minute later the three of them joined me in the living room.

Linda was as red as I felt. I could tell by her lowered eyes that she had admitted defeat and had resigned herself to what was coming the same as I had.

When Gary spoke the last of my questions flew out the window.

Addressing both of us, he said, "Stephen and I had a long talk while we waited. We learned that we both expect the same thing from our wives. Both of you submit to and derive pleasure out of getting your asses tanned good and proper. And because of that knowledge, Stephen and I decided that since you both disobeyed together, you would be punished together. Both of you have laid over laps for a paddling before, and I suggest that if you don't want it worse than it all ready is that both of you drop those skirts and do it now."

Linda and I looked at each other.

It was almost like seeing each other for the very first time. I know her eyes were sparkling and I'm sure mine were too as we gave each other a weak smile and began to unbutton our skirts in preparation of taking them off.

As Stephen and Gary took the chairs that were placed in the center of the room, Linda and I removed our skirts, shoes, panty hose and briefs.

When we were bare from the waist down we gave each other another smile before we settled into place across our husband's laps.

When she was in place I looked, and sure enough there were two small bruises on her tush. I wondered if she saw mine.

"Fifty," came from Stephen.

A chill went shivering down my spine as I realized that he meant I was to be paddled fifty times.

I couldn't even imagine that. The most I had ever gotten was thirty-five paddle strokes. Could I withstand fifty?

Did I have any choice in the matter? Hell, no, I didn't as I waited for the first one to land.

I felt the first one land on the bruise on my left cheek.

I willed myself to keep silent.

Then I heard another one land, but not on me. Gary had started.

As the second one landed on the same spot that Stephen had hit before I groaned and turned to watch Gary and Linda.

The red splotch on Linda's ass was over one of her bruises too and as I watched the paddle descent as it hit the same area.

Then it was back to me. And that's way it went. Me. Linda. Me. Linda.

By twenty-five I was crying and screaming with each stroke.

I continued to watch Gary and Linda even through my tear veiled eyes and by thirty Linda was crying and screaming too.

Our husbands weren't pulling any punches. Every blow was as hard as they could make it. By forty I could no longer watch Gary and Linda, I was spent.

I ceased my pitiful strugglings and again let myself drift into total submission. And in that state I again felt my body respond with lust as Stephen continued to rain the paddle down onto my sore, but willing, ass.

As I relaxed as much as possible I again felt his cock pressing into me and became even more aroused.

Across the way I could tell the difference in Linda's screams and moans too.

We were both getting hornier than hell and didn't care who knew it.

When the last one landed I felt Stephen set the paddle aside. His hand felt cool to my blistered ass.

C00l and extremely inviting as I spread my legs in invitation. He accepted that invitation and his hand worked its way to my begging slit.

My tears changed from one of pain to frustrated need. I had my legs as far apart as I could make them.

Stephen's hand found what I needed to be found. One touch of the pad of his finger to my clit was all I needed and I crashed over the edge.

As lights blinked behind my closed eyelids I heard the same wonderful sounds coming from Linda.

I had no strength left, so Stephen moved me into place. Holding my hips in each hand he placed my hot tits on the seat he had just vacated.

I screamed as he used his fingers to pull apart my burning bun but as he cock entered my wrinkled back-door my scream changed to one of lust. I felt every inch of him sink in and when he pressed into my ravished ass I pushed back to accept him even deeper.

And thus we continued as we climbed higher and higher. I was soaring over the tops of mountains. I was sailing toward the stars when his pulsating liquid splashed into me and sent me to the sun where I burned with an unimaginable lust born of servitude.

I needed this kind of treatment just as much as Stephen needed to give it to me. We were a matched pair. A perfectly matched pair of giving and receiving. Stephen gave and I received and we were both extremely happy with the arrangement that we had discovered.

When reality returned I saw that Gary and Linda were just as content.

Later I learned that Stephen had taken Jason to his parent's house for the night.

Five times that night we reconfirmed our relation' ship. As the sun was beginning to make itself know we drifted into sleep.

At ten the following morning I wasn't surprised at all to see Linda standing at my kitchen door waiting for me to invite her in. I did so with pleasure.

Over coffee we had one of the frankest conversations we had ever had.

Linda and Gary had been married for five years, had a three year old daughter and a year old son. That I knew.