A Tribute to Gymnasts

Well, at least one gymnast in particular: Laurie. I know you might be dying to find out the reality of my new situation but since I am still unsure myself what that reality is I am going to reminisce again. This isn't about a humiliating time for me but for someone else and it was my first taste of being a Dom, and I liked it, I really liked it!


Laurie was 16 months older than me, but the way she acted sometimes you would think it was 16 years older than me. My family kind of took Laurie into our hearts and family. She was in our church and had grown up with no parents to speak of and only a grandmother who raised her in a very strict fashion.

She was a brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty who at the time, when I was 15-16 was 6 inches taller than me and let me know it. She had a car and would drive me several places because I didn't have my license in the beginning of our relationship. What WAS our relationship? It was kind of a big sister/mom to little brother/boy type of thing. As I think of it there are hauntingly familiar strains to my power structure relationship to Jenny for the past 5 years.

Laurie was kind enough and very sweet in her way but she was so bossy. She would tell me when it was time to cut my hair or if my clothes were too wrinkled. It would have been one thing if this was in private but it was always in a crowd of our shared friends who would snigger at me because I had been taught quite firmly to respect on older female figure. It grated me and grated me. I didn't like it at all.

One day, there came the straw that broke this camel's back. My mom had taken both of us to get our hair cuts at a friend's house who cut hair for very cheap but did an excellent job. I had been going there for ever and thought nothing of it. It was true that all her hair clips she used for pinning back hair were pink or were butterflies because she mostly did women's hair. I never felt bad about it until that afternoon. Laurie came around the corner to see me with my hair up in some of these clips and bust out laughing at how "cute" I was and what a pretty girl I would make. My mom and the lady friend scolded her severely but it only made Laurie laugh even more. I could feel myself blushing a furious red. I had had it. As my hair cut continued, I formulated a plan. It was very risky. My bottom might be the one in trouble before it was all through but I DIDN'T CARE!

I need to backtrack here to say that one of the many things I loved about being supportive of Laurie was attending gymnastic tournaments. She competed in several different ones. While the other gymnasts were these stick-figure girls who barely rated the title female, Laurie was full-breasted, full-hipped, and because of the workouts she would do she truly had buns of steel. She nearly came out of her suit from the top frequently and the bottom would ride mercilessly up her nicely, rounded buttocks. I had NO PROBLEM going and applauding her display. My mother would look at me somewhat disapprovingly but, as I was to find out soon, was willing to let me be a man. Looking at Laurie, I sure felt like one. My father didn't seem to mind it either.

Now you understand why I say this was risky. I am very strong but she was bigger and stronger than I was. She literally could kick my ass and would if I didn't do this right. I knew that Laurie was about to get her hair cut and I also knew she always would wash her hair in the kitchen sink before it was cut. By my figuring, this might work. I hoped.

I was done with my hair cut and getting up from the chair when I heard the sink start up. My mom and her friend were chatting away while waiting for Laurie to come out. I snuck up on the kitchen and saw Laurie was about to bend over into the sink. I prayed for success and put my plan into action. My cover story would be that her birthday was the next day and it was. She was going to turn 18. I wasn't planning on stopping at 18 though.

I walked up behind her from the right, as I am left-handed. I did two things as simultaneously as I could: I leaned my right arm and full weight on the top of her shoulders effectively pinning her down, and I turned the faucet to full cold water. She sputtered like an angry cat. I told her she had a good birthday spanking coming for a long time and began to spank her lovely bottom. I gave it all my strength. She wailed, screamed, moaned, and cried but was very well muffled by the water pour over her head. After "one to grow on" and a "pinch to grow and inch," I told her she was getting a spanking she richly deserved and I laid into her for at least 2-3 minutes. Her bottom was so well toned that my hand was hurting but I didn't care.

After the first minute and half, her wailing and screaming had died down to whimpering and moaning. It didn't help her that the lady friend's son had come in at this point to watch what was going on. He was home from college and could have decked me in a heartbeat but I think he knew her shrewish nature from previous visits. Unfortunately for Laurie, she had a big crush on him and I knew it. He laughed and applauded my efforts by clapping in time to my swats to her rear end. Towards the end, I lectured her with each flurry of spanks about being so bossy, being a shrew, needing to treat me with respect or I'd repeat this all over again.

I figured I was done. My hand couldn't take much more and I had no idea about her bottom. She was wearing very thin slacks and there didn't feel like there was much protection for her. My exiting act was to also turn the hot water on full bore and hightail it out of the kitchen. I went to the living room were Mom and her friend were waiting in hopes that I might find some allies when Laurie came storming out. It didn't take long. Have you heard the wind through the trees in the forest? She sounded like a freight train building up steam. She had a towel around her head and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Her claws were out and coming for me. She had me by the arms and was, I must admit, successfully dragging me out of my chair and down the hallway. I knew my life would be ten times more miserable if she got her way with me. I'd be getting spanked for every little thing.

My mom's voice cut out like a lash. "LAURIE! STOP IT!"

Laurie dropped me and began to sputter out her tale. She told about the water, the birthday spanking, and then the real spanking.

My mom looked at me once but before I could speak asked quietly, "What did he spank you for, Laurie?"

Laurie blinked. I almost did. Laurie didn't lie, I'll give her that. She repeated fairly close to my own words what I had spanked her about.

"And what are you trying to do?" My mom asked.

"I'm going to take him in the other room and tan his bottom!" Laurie said with some violence. I tried successfully to keep from dry swallowing. This was the pivotal point.

My mom looked at her friend and her friend back at her. They busted up laughing. Laurie was furious all over again. She blushed a deep crimson. My mom's friend spoke first.

"After what you did to him today, I think you got off pretty easy, Laurie. Don't you?" She asked my mom.

My mom nodded. "He should have used a hairbrush but what's done is done. You got what you deserved and you will sit down at and get your hair cut or I will be the one using a hairbrush on you and I will let Jesse watch."

Laurie's face was a cascade of emotions: anger, disbelief, humiliation, acceptance, and finally, grudging obedience. She knew my mom wasn't kidding. She went and plopped herself down on the wooden stool but yelped and jumped up. I walked over and handed her a pillow. I smiled sweetly as I did it.

Two things about that experience, my mom stopped the car in the driveway when we got home from taking an unspeaking Laurie back to her house. She looked over at me.

"If I ever catch you spanking a young girl's bottom for sheer pleasure or ever on the bare then you won't be able to sit for a week or more. Am I clear?" She looked hard at me.

"Yes, Ma'am." I was confused. It sounded like there was a tacit permission to do this when it was deserved? What?!! I will always remember what she told me next.

"You will be attracted to girls who are bossy, shrewish, and just plain bitches at times. You are like your father - strongly male. These women fall into one of two groups: the ones who will never change and don't want to or the last ones who are just looking for the man strong enough to take them in hand, literally. Do you understand?" She looked at me questioningly.

"I think so."

"Laurie is too old for you to make this sort of thing work. I think she might be the kind that is just always going to stay this way because of what her father did to her or didn't do for her. I doubt you will need to spank her again. She won't be speaking to you for a while I imagine, but I saw a lot of your father in you today." She smiled wistfully.

I began to wonder but how do you ask your mother if your father spanks her? I desperately wondered but I couldn't ask her or my father about it. I would just be very observant from now on.

She watched me think things through. "Yes, he has and would again if it was needed but I rarely need it because I am happy with who and what I am."

I just smiled because there was nothing I could say to that. She admonished me again though about being abusive or thinking women's roles were truly subservient or servile. I knew better than that and should act accordingly. I only made one feeble argument. "But a gentleman isn't supposed to spank a lady, is he?"

My mom wisely smiled and replied, "If she is acting like a true lady then there would be no need to be spanked. I am example of that - now."

You can see why I recall this memory. It was by first Dom experience and my mother's explanation of how domestic discipline worked in our home was eye-opening to me. Somewhere along the years, I forgot about this conversation but it makes so much sense now. Gotta go...the girls want to go shopping - this should be very, very interesting.

A Ditty of Two Tails (Women's Circle Continued)

I couldn't resist the title. I will make more sense after I tell what happened on the night of Women's Circle. I couldn't yet face writing about it - not because it was tragic or bad. It was just so much to drink in and so many changes...for the better. I will let you decide. You will probably think me a horrible rotter (as my Jenny would say) before it is over but..."Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." We will pick up with Jenny knocking on the door...

I jumped at the sound of Jenny's knock. Why in the world was she knocking on the bedroom door? Privacy was not allowed as far as she was concerned. I was not allowed to lock doors or be upset if she ever just walked in on my showering or bath or whatever. She certainly had no qualms about my privacy when I was sick with that flu!

"Yes?" I thought maybe it wasn't Jenny and it wasn't. It was Judy, the eldest Sister.

Immediately, I lowered my eyes as she came in the door and sat on the bed. "Yes, Ma'am?"

She stood in the doorway for a full minute. I just waited. I wasn't going to be even a hair out-of-line considering who was downstairs. I'd spoken with Judy's husband at some family functions. He spoke with awe and fear more than just with submission and humiliation about his treatment from her. She was more old school. Remember what Teri COULD have done to me? I just waited.

"You have not tried to listen in to our meeting, young man?" Her voice was as cold as ice.

"No, Ma'am." I shook my head, too, as if that would help. I bit back saying I was not that stupid.

"Good. Jenny has well-praised your obedience in the past and now. Are you an obedient boy?" She asked.

I had to answer. I looked up and something in the flash of her eyes made me change my originally intended answer. "I can be."

She stared at me and I waited for the crash and boom that would signal my being dragged downstairs for some "education." It never came. I hedged my bets and cast my gaze down in submission. "Good, Jesse, very good. You will wait here for a few minutes and then Jenny will come up for you."

My mouth opened to ask something, anything but the door was shut before I could get my head up. Jenny was coming for me?! Oh Lord, what if they decided I was guilty of having led Heather astray somehow?!! My mind was beginning to reel with what that could mean to me. I felt myself starting to curl up on the bed.

"Jesse? Jesse!" Jenny came in and shut the door. I turned to her with fear in my eyes.

"What did I do?" I began and then just sort of babbled.

"Shhh....shhh...you did nothing wrong, Honey." She cradled me and stroked my hair. I began to breath better and sat up. It was my first look at Jenny since the meeting had started. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and slightly puffy.

"You've been crying, Jenny?" I asked as a half statement and question.

She nodded. "Yes, we have been having some very intense discussions and, I, well...I am not allowed to tell you more. Please, as you have faith, trust, and love for me, Jesse, don't ask me any more right now. I need you to come downstairs with me and not be afraid. I need you to be strong and confident. I need you to be completely honest to all questions and say whatever you think. It is up to you now." Her eyes started to tear up again and I realized she had been crying from emotional turmoil not physical pain.

I almost asked what was up to me now? I held it back after her impassioned plea. How could I not do what she asked when asked like this? I had no idea what was going on but I reached back into my memories of being a Dom and pulled on that mask I only used on rare occasions with Jenny. "I am ready, Jenny."

She had watched my face and hers now shone with a new light: hope? "I need to change before I go downstairs. I need to wear a dress or skirt." She paused at her closet and slowly turned to face me. "What would you like me to wear?"

It wasn't so much the question, she'd asked me this before on occasion, but it was the way she asked it. Her eyes were down as she stared up at me through her silky, black lashes. My mask firmly in place, I replied. "Put on that white silky dress, the short one that's almost see-through, put on the white thong, no bra, and the silver heels I like."

She grinned like a little girl as she bounded into the closet. She actually shut the door! She'd never been one for privacy before. This was getting more and more strange.

I went to my closet to change because I decided cotton pajamas didn't sound like what the occasion called for. I opted for some nice slacks that Jenny said made me look very masculine. I got out an expensive dress shirt but decided not to go with a jacket or tie. I wore boxers underneath - just in case I literally got caught with my pants down, not that they would be much help but it's the idea. I, lastly, put on some tooled-leather shoes that looked uncomfortable but were soft as butter. I checked my hair and teeth then sprayed a bit of cologne. If I was going to my death. I would go in style.

I went out and nearly gasped. Jenny was sitting on the bed, facing me with her legs crossed. She'd teased her hair some and reapplied her makeup...she didn't wear much. She looked fabulous. When I came out of the closet, oh that line almost hurts, she slowly got up in an almost feline way. She turned for me to inspect her. The plunging neckline of the dress with the underwire support made it more of a shelf than a bodice. Her breasts were round, firm, and nicely on display.

She did a slow turn and even went so far as to bend over slightly to pull up the dress and flash the white thong. The hemline was so short, it didn't take much lifting . I loved her legs and her ass so much I just smiled and stared openly. I still had my mental mask on I guess because my gaze raked her as she later put it. She felt it like an actual physical touch over her body from top to bottom and back again. She did something then I had rarely seen her do: she blushed.

"Do I look nice?" She asked quietly.

"You know I do. Right now you look so good it's going to be very difficult for me to not do you right here and right now." My voice was a bit thick with passion as I said it.

She smiled and curtsied at the compliment and then shook her head slightly. "Not now, Jesse, later. Yes, later." Her eyes flashed at that and I couldn't read what was in them.

Impulsively, I stepped forward and took her in my arms. She melted into them. I asked, "Do I look alright?"

She made a show of looking me up and down. She closed her eyes and breathed in my scent. I felt her shiver. "Jesse, please, we need to go right now or I will be begging you to do me right here and now and we can't. " She opened them. "That's how good you look."

I let go of her and went to the door. I opened it and gestured for her to go first. She thanked me with a stunning smile and motioned me to take her arm. We went to face our fate. I felt strange. I wasn't walking slightly behind her although I wouldn't have minded the view. Jenny knows how to walk in heels and the show is spectacular. I walked as her Man and was leading her. It felt good. I didn't know what lay ahead downstairs but I was happy now.

We walked down the stairs. As we came down, I tried to take in the battlefield below before we started walking into it. Jenny knew what was here but I didn't.

They had moved the couch and some chairs into a semi-circular arrangement. The Circle was seated in this area and all eyes were on us. I saw more than one raised-eyebrow at Jenny's attire but Judy's eyes were on me as if she had never seen me before. Well, she hadn't seen this side of me I suppose. Still acting the Dom, I stared at her and the rest of the Circle as if deciding which one to put over my lap first.

I kept from grinning because I actually saw Teri squirm in her seat and look down. Judy never budged. I hadn't expected her to but neither did I. I heard a plaintive whimper and noticed Heather for the first time. She was quite a sight at the moment. Right now, she was on top of our dining room table which is off to the right of the living room.

Heather was completely naked and on her knees in a position called the Child's Pose. It meant she was on her knees with her butt high in the air as she rested on her elbows. Her backside and thighs were a bright red. There were no welts so it all must have been done by hand but it had been going on for a while. Oh, then I noticed a supple, plastic fly swatter resting across her ankles. My stomach did a small flip.

She had been crying but was down to a simmer of whimpering. I had no idea how long she'd been in the pose but it could be safely held for hours without injury or discomfort besides her knees and her backside. They must have really been at her, judging by her face.

I'd never seen her naked. I'd seen parts of her frequently but not all of her; however, now did not seem the time to be checking her out. My eyes went back to Judy who seemed happy to just wait. I went to the dining room and got a chair. I could hear Heather's intake of breath at the sight of me. I didn't fail to notice her blush from head to toe. I wanted to smile or give her some assurance, maybe a friendly pat on her cherry bottom? I ignored her completely or, at least, seemed to but it was very hard.

My face was chiseled granite when I plopped the chair in the living room in the center of the semi-circle so I could see all of them. I nearly laughed. I had to carry in my own "hot seat." I sat down and calmly crossed my legs. I waited. We played this game for a few minutes as I "raked" over one side of the Circle to the other. There was one empty seat.

I realized I didn't see where Jenny had gone. It took every ounce of self-control not to show surprise: she was standing with her nose in the corner. She didn't have her dress up or anything like it was a punishment but what was going on? I turned back to Judy and raised one eyebrow.

"She's to stay there until told otherwise. We worried that you two know each other so well that a mere glance from her would sway your testimony." Judy said it as if to see if I would challenge her. Yeah, right.

"So what do you want to know?" I asked casually as if commenting on the weather.

"Tell us what happened the other day in your own words." She commanded.

I nodded. I told the story with no embellishments different from the blog. I admitted my mistakes, my humiliations, everything. I retold what had really happened with Heather. At this point, she started to cry again. It hurt me to hear her but I blocked it out. I recounted Jenny's actions in naming me the one to punish her. I stopped with Heather on her knees, holding up the switch to me and her little speech as she did it.

Oh boy. I hadn't helped Heather out at all. The eyes of the Sisters turned to agate in their hardness and fury. They knew what I knew; one of their own had willfully or innocently submitted herself to a man - to me.

Susan spoke up. "You understand what this meant?"

I turned my full attention on her. "Yes, Heather had completely submitted herself to me in that instant. She'd given herself completely to whatever I wanted. To answer the question I can see in your eyes, I don't know if she did it without knowing what it meant but, to be honest, I would find that hard to believe considering the family she grew up in, don't you?"

Judy nodded. "You are very intuitive, Jesse." She even have to say it for it to be there - the little added "for a man."

I tilted my head in Jenny's direction. "She has taught me well." I saw Jen quiver a little at my mention of her.

"Perhaps, Jesse, but I think she only sharpened the skills already there."

My, my, praise from Judy? The odds on ice in Hell were very good right now. I bowed my head in acknowledgment. "What else can I do for you?" I really didn't see how I had changed anything here. I told them what they already knew...they wanted to see if I knew it? Why?

"In the course of our investigations, we have gotten everything from Heather - including a confession that she had been wanting to...do that...for some time but never had found a good time for it." My face must have showed my surprise. "You are modest about your effect on these two women, Jesse." Judy then smiled wickedly. "We read your blogs, Jesse."

My blood froze in my veins. How could Jenny betray me like this. My eyes stabbed her back. She must have felt it because her shoulders hunched up and I could see her start to cry again. I couldn't help lowering my leg and starting to scrunch in on myself. I wanted a large hole to jump into and hide. I...took a breath...then another...if I was in trouble for those then this wouldn't be playing out like this. I regained my calm.

It was Judy's turn to nod in acknowledgment of my control. "Most men would spend the rest of this night howling their apologies for such insolence but I found your description of the Circle, however, to be educational. It's good to know we have the effect we strive for."

I shrugged. "I wrote what I felt and feel." What more could I say?

"You write well and clearly. If I might say so, you should think of writing as a career. If nothing else, your take on Doms and Subs could be worth a lot to many people who are confused." She was quiet for a moment as though thinking. "Jesse, have you ever read Maslow?"

I blinked. "You mean his study of dominant sexual needs of women?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I have...as Jenny must have told you. I found it fascinating."

"Where do we fit on his three part scale?" Judy challenged me.

What a loaded question! I remembered Jenny's words about being true so I was. "The majority of you fit into the lower dominance need. You don't need or want any dominance in your men and sex is not that exciting for you but the subjugation and humiliation of the dominant part of our species is what excites you and makes the sex worthwhile." I paused to collect my next thought. I heard more than one gasp and angry murmur around the room. I looked around while I thoughtand I saw Heather turn her sweating, teary face to me and she grinned. I was right.

In for a penny and so forth: "I suspect that there are two or three of you that are the medium dominance need category. You want to find someone to be nearly equals with but with him being the more dominant. You will submit but only on your terms; however, growing up in this family, you have had to hide that tendency for fear of ridicule and" I pointed to Heather "punishment by your fellow Sisters."

I looked pointedly at Susan and at Teri. Teri's squirm had given her away but I had always had my doubts about Susan, too. Her downward glance and slow blush told me I was batting a thousand.

Judy looked like she'd just swallowed a whole, peeled, lemon. "You have your opinions, Jesse, and I won't debate the issue with you. At least, not here and now. So you don't think there are any high dominance need women in the Circle?"

This was the money question. I could feel it. I thought before speaking: always a good idea. "Heather might be. It would explain her bratty, spoiled behavior as being a cry for the right man to come along and take her in hand."

"Are you that man, Jesse?" Teri blurted. Judy stared her down.

"Heather thinks so but I am married to Jenny. She's more than enough woman for me and I am very happy." I replied without having to think at all.

"Is that why you didn't take Heather's submission on the spot? I find it hard to believe that you just walked away from it. Jenny wouldn't have gotten in the way; she'd commanded for you to punish the girl. You could have taken up that switch and Heather would now be yours to command. I know you find her attractive. You've said as much on your blogs. She is nearly the twin of her sister, Jenny. Why did you walk away?" Her face was screwed up into utter puzzlement.

I shrugged again. "Simple. I am in love with Jenny. My commitment is to her. It would have been wrong for me to take up the commitment Heather offered to me when I have promised to be monogamous. If Jenny decided I should still have done it, then I would have obeyed but she had the say so."

"Strangely enough, I believe you." Judy sounded astonished by this. She pondered this for a full minute.

"Jenny." Her name was a shot from a gun as Judy said it. Jenny whirled around and I could see she was miserable for some reason. As far as I could see, things were going well.

"Yes, Ma'am." She answered.

"Tell him what you and Heather decided on...without Circle permission...and without Jesse's input, I might add." Judy was furious about something and she wanted me to be mad with her.

I just looked at Jenny who was now trembling as she looked at me. She was a deer in the headlights. I knew the feeling. Being too far away to snap her into wakefulness, I barked. "Speak when you are spoken to!"

"Yes, Master." Her hands flew up to her mouth as she said it. I heard angry hisses and catcalls from the Sisters to my right. She bowed her head and started to cry again.

"Jenny shows her true colors to you and to us now, Jesse." Judy spit out the words as being too bitter to hold for long. "You see, Jenny showed us your blogs to help us about Heather but we wanted to know about your flight into fantasy that included her submitting to you as your slavegirl for eternity." She made a disgusted fling of her hand to point at Jenny's back. "She was forced to confess whether or not you had intuitively figured out her desires. Before you get your back up further, we didn't even need to lay a hand or paddle on her. We only had to threaten to take her away from you."

I had gotten "my back up" when she mentioned forcing a confession but what would Jenny have to confess? I was being dense. I knew it but couldn't see it right in front of me. "Confess what?"

"Ask your slave, Jesse." Susan hissed.

"Jenny?" I asked as a man asks his lover, not a slave. She heard the difference. Her moist eyes looked up at me. I saw it all in her eyes. It was why she had been crying. She'd been forced to confess her slave desire to a room full of harridans to whom it was an anathema.

She drew herself up, looked around the room, and took slave position: a kneeling pose that puts the knees apart, back straightened and chest out and arms behind her back as if shackled. "There is no Jenny here, Master. I am your Jewel. I spent a whole night earn that name and I mean to keep it." Her voice was that of a completely satisfied woman who held her passion in check by a hair. The huskiness of her voice, the position she gave me, it was all a very heady perfume.

"Tell me all of it. I would hear it from your sweet lips more than others." I commanded.

Her eyes flashed with sheer pleasure at my jibe against the other Sisters. "As you please, I had not planned yet to tell you of how right you were. It frightened me how you had seen into my soul so completely, utterly. I was naked before your intelligence and it terrified me to the core. These...women..." her tone left doubt as to their sex, "forced me to chose between losing you or confession. I confessed to them that I am yours."

I heard a small moan come from Heather in the dining room. Oh, right, what about their talks.

"Continue." I raised my eyebrow to show I knew there was more.

Jenny squirmed, knowing this next part might or might not please me and that now meant her ass was mine if I was displeased. "As you know, I took Heather home. I soaped and spanked her for her actions but was very light with it because I felt pity for the girl."

"Pity? After what she did to me?" I felt my anger begin to simmer.

"I'm sorry to displease you but I speak the truth. I pitied her because I knew her pain. She was or is in love with you. I am in love with you. She knew she wasn't allowed to ever have you. On the ride to her apartment, I thought about what this would mean to me and I began to cry with her." Her eyes teared up but at a gesture from me she quelled it.

"Heather and I met and spoke several times in the past two weeks. I've told you when I was going over there but let you think it was only to administer further punishments but I never outright lied about it." She looked up at me, hopeful. She knew it still counted because she held me to being soaped and spanked for lies of omission.

"We'll take care of that later. You're dawdling."

I took some small delight in seeing her lick her lips in distaste. She knew a soaping was coming. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry - I am afraid of your reaction to what I will say next so I am delaying." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Look me in the eyes as you say it and don't break the contact." She had me very curious now.

She nodded. Her eyes were very moist and she blinked a great deal but kept my eyes. "We talked for so long and so often because...she confessed to me her burning desire to submit to you and how it made her feel inside. At my stern urging, she even confessed her love for you and made it clear to me that this was not some schoolgirl infatuation. She has grown up watching you, studying you, and, well, loving you."

Heather whimpered again and I cast a glance in her direction. She was staring at my piteously. I raised an eyebrow at Judy.

"Face down, girl, and quite your whining."

"Yesss-sss, Ma'am." Heather quieted.

"And you didn't punish her for this, Jenny? I don't understand." I really didn't.

She spread her hands in contrition. "I know you don't and that is why this is so hard to tell you. You don't know what it is to be a woman. You don't understand the chaos of our emotions. As we have talked about, men are fairly simple and most especially compared to the apparent contradictions of women."

I nodded. I doubted there were very many nods going on to my left.

She continued. "After I plumbed the depth of her emotions, I made a decision to tell her my deepest secret that I have just told you. I told her of my submission desires and fantasies. It was as if a dam had broken between us. We laughed, cried, and talked of our feelings and fantasies."

"Fantasies about me?"

She nodded.

"Sexual?" I prompted and felt my heart pounding like a hammer in my chest.

My Jenny actually blushed again and desperately wanted to look away but obeyed. She nodded.

"Say it and stop trying to leave things out or you'll be getting that fly swatter for me."

She sobbed once. "Yes, we shared fantasies about you: some sexual, some just about being punished, but all were about us and you. I then made another decision that I know you will be displeased at but please don't whip me until you've heard me out."

"You are, quite literally, in no position to ask for anything." I thought I knew where this was leading and my anger battled with dismay, shock, and utter amazement at this possibility.

"Yes, I know, I can only beg for your kindness. Two nights ago, I talked with Heather and told her I had decided that I could share you." She flinched as I jumped up.

"You what?! Just the two of you in some dark corner of her apartment DECIDED this between you? What about my feelings? What about you and I?" I ran out of words.

Jenny quietly got up and went to the dining room. She picked up the fly swatter and carefully walked back to me. Handing me the implement, she knelt facing away from me and directly towards the Circle. Reaching back she slowly and deliberately raised her dress way past her waist, knelt forward on her elbows and spoke softly. "I have displeased you. I've been a naughty girl and deserve whatever punishment you see fit. Please..." she continued in a hoarse whisper, "whip me."

I sat back down and swished the swatter around as I composed myself. I was a seething mass of emotions. Part of me was repulsed but another part was fascinated by this situation. It was almost a parody of the old jokes about having both sisters at the same time. I schooled myself NOT to look at Heather in right now because my way of looking would be so different. I took a breath, smacked her left to right and right to left across her sweet backside. She yelped both times. I was disgusted to see two or three Sisters perching themselves on the edge of their seats. I made a decision of my OWN.

"I well remember the effects of punishing in anger before hearing the whole truth. I will not do to you, yet, what you did to me on Labor Day. Tell the rest of it. NOW." I sat back to watch her buttocks turning a bright pink from the kiss of the swatter.

"Yess-sss, Sir. Thank you for your mercy. Thank you. I..." she suppressed a small sob.."talked with Heather about it and she was reluctant at first. She thought I was doing this out of pity and then she was deathly afraid of what your reaction would have been. It was then that we concocted a plan to convert you to the idea by overcoming your natural reaction to oppose it." She paused. "Must I tell that plan here?"

THWACK! THWACK!

She felt my answer. "Ooo, yes, Master. I would have submitted to you earlier in the day and after an early evening of pleasing you to the best of my abilities, we would go to bed. Somewhere in the night, Heather was to sneak in and start up where I had left off, then in the throes of a passionate moment, I would join her. We figured we would overwhelm your senses being that we ARE very good at what we can do to a man." I could her some pride in her voice and I didn't punish her. It was well deserved pride.

"We figured that when you did come to your senses in the morning with one of us on each side of you that we would weather the storm of your displeasure but it would be a little late to dismiss Heather so easily." She stopped and bowed her head.

"Would it have worked, Jesse?" Judy asked in a dry voice. Had her throat tightened up somewhere in this? Interesting.

I thought about it and just thinking about it made me rock hard and my breath a little ragged so I had to admit it. "Yes, it probably would have. As you said, they are nearly twins in looks, I...yes, it would have worked."

Judy nodded. "We thought so, too. We got the whole story from Heather using that fly swatter. It IS an excellent implement and so quiet, too." I felt very sorry for the men of the Circle and somewhat guilty having given their women such a nasty tool to use against them.

"What do we do now?" I asked Judy.

It was her turn to shrug. "We wash our hands of these two. I guess you have choices. Either you divorce Jenny and send Heather away to a finishing school to finish her off," both girls shook their heads violently at Judy's words but kept silent, "or you can figure out some sort of an arrangement. When a woman makes up her mind, Jesse, you should know better than most how adamant that is."

I nodded and felt non-plussed.

"All the Circle asks is that each be severely punished for their betrayal of us, as we see it. I would ask you to join the Circle but, besides the name problem, I don't think you are good for some of us to be around." She stared hard at Teri and Susan who had betrayed themselves to their Sisters tonight. "We will not force compliance with our beliefs but we don't need to condone change." Hmm...tacit permission for Teri and Susan to make changes in their homes. I made a mental note to have both couples over for dinner sometime after we got this all figured out.

"Done and done, Judy. Heather, get down from that table and join Jenny." I barked.

Heather hopped off the table and groaned as the blood moved back into her joints and backside. She hopped to it and I let myself enjoy the sway of her breasts as she hurried over to kneel next to Jenny in the same position. I saw them exchange a quick glance but said nothing. There was going to be a lot of that in the future. Share and share alike, eh? I grinned.

I touched Jenny's bottom with the swatter. She shivered. "What implement scares you the most, Jenny?"

I could see the conflict in her, the torment. She had done this to me.

"The sandal." She whispered. I remembered now. Her mother would use her own sandal on her bare bottom for extreme cases of punishment.

"Heather?"

"That fly swatter." I doubted it was more frightening to her than the switch but she had more recently felt this implement.

"Fine. Jenny go get one of your own saltwater sandals and then beg each Sister to take you over her lap to be 'severely' punished. Thank them for each swat." I watched her hop up and whimper as she ran up the stairs.

"Heather, run upstairs, borrow something appropriate and then return to your position and beg each Sister by name to whip you with the swatter 'severely' for your punishment. Thank each one when they finally get tired. If you are not thankful enough they can repeat the whipping."
She to whimpered as she ran off upstairs.

"Sufficient?" I asked Judy.

Her smile told me she was well pleased. "I didn't think you could be so merciless, Jesse."

"After what they did together? I AM being merciful...for now. The both know I will deal with them after you go home. Oh, how long has it been since you did a soaping?"

Her eyes lit up in amusement. "Oh, quite a while. May I?"

I told her where the soap and the brush were. Each girl found out when she came downstairs that she had to be soaped before any punishments began. Heather, the little witch, had picked out a school uniform costume to wear. Jenny must have told her my enjoyment of that particular outfit. I smiled at her as she knelt down again and raised her skirt. Judy came over to soap her after having just administered it to Jenny. She had then given Jenny a very rousing paddling with the sandal. Jenny said thank you after each one but had a hard time after ten or so. She had moved on to the next Sister. I remembered the feeling.

Judy had just finished soaping Heather and had moved back to start the whipping. There was a lot of THWACKING and SMACKING for the next 30 minutes or so with two very, very sorry girls receiving it all. The Sisters looked pleased. I noticed Teri and Susan seemed to take it very easy on the girls but didn't comment on it. I caught Teri swishing the swatter through the air experimentally with the oddest look on her face.

"Would you like to learn what it feels like Teri?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

She actually jumped a foot and dropped the swatter as if it were a snake. She violently shook her head and moved the furthest part of the room from me. The rest of the night I could see her looking at me when she thought I was looking elsewhere. Well, well, well, Teri was thinking about it.

After the last Sister was done with Heather, I bade them both go clean up in the kitchen and then serve us cake and ice cream but they could not have any. Off they went and I swear as the door closed to the kitchen they were grinning at each other in the most wicked manner. They had lost a battle but had won the war. I was still in a fog about it all.

I just sat back and enjoyed my ice cream and cake while exchanging interesting conversation with Judy and some of the other Sisters on my swatter experiences. I retold my story to them about Karen and the Halloween Party. They ooo'ed and ahh'ed in all the right places. It was a very, very strange night.

When conversation lagged, I would find Jenny or Heather and "rake" my gaze over their forms. It suddenly became apparent to me that they were taking every opportunity possible to bend over and serve a Sister so they would be flashing me their wares. Jenny had lost the thong in the kitchen it seemed. I blew each a kiss and resigned myself to a most interesting fate.

Now, perhaps, you see why it took me so long to come to terms with this continuation. What happened after the Circle left is another TAIL or TAILS to tell later. Goodnight.

Caught Skinny-Dipping

Too bad for you but I am still in a memoirs-type mood, I had intended this next memory to be in a list of the top five humiliating experiences in my life but I kind of ruined that when I told you about Teri the R.N. Did it sound too tame? You wait until you are getting your temperature taken that way every four hours with a few, well-places swats, being baby-powdered and forced to open your mouth for a baby pacifier while an extremely attractive woman coos about you like you are an infant, then tell me how humiliating it is...anyway. This one is in the top five...although it has a happy ending of sorts.

We got a swimming pool in our backyard around the time I turned 11 years old. It was great because we lived where it got very, very hot and it felt so good to jump into the pool and the water was sooo cold. Well, little pervert that I have always been, I soon learned the joys of skinny-dipping. I was very careful about it because I KNEW what would happen to my already naked behind if my mom ever caught me, that was part of the fun. I always waited until my parents were gone and no one was home but me. I'd make sure the front and side door were locked and then I was safe.

It was an early summer morning so the water was still icy cold. My mom was gone for at least an hour so I had time for a quick "dip." I always went out in my swimsuit and would dive in...then I would shuck the suit to the side of the pool. I had tried just letting it stay in the pool but if I ever had to make a quick change back into them it was harder to find them. I stripped my suit off and started to swim around. There is no sweeter feeling than having that water whoosh past your privates. I had a great time going underwater and splashing around. I figured I had about ten more minutes before I was taking too much of a chance so I was going back and forth under the water the whole length of the pool.

"Well, helllooo, Jesse."

My heart froze. I had just come up for air on the wrong side of the pool and there was my sister-in-law to be, Colette.

She was just plain hot at 19. She wore a bikini. She was the first "woman" I had ever been around while she was wearing a bikini. It had a daisy flower print. She was strawberry-blonde, green-eyes, and had a very nice body. She knew it but was always very sweet to me and my invariable crush on her. I'd seen her in the bikini, a tennis skirt, and tight jeans. She taught me a great deal...even besides this incident.

One my first afternoons with her by the pool, she had taught me the art of how to rub a woman's back. I could hardly breath for being so turned-on. Yes, lower back but not buttocks. She said I was very good at it and let me practice on her several times until my brother tattled to my mom and I got banned from the pool for two days. Neither my brother or I had mentioned the message lessons or I would have been spanked and then banned.

Anyway, there she was by the pool in her sandals and bikini. She was smiling wickedly as she made eyes at me in the pool. I had never felt so naked in my life up to then. I was going to dash to my suit but she stopped me with the words I will never forget. They were so classic!

"Looking for this?" She had already gotten my suit and was dangling in from her finger tips with her eyebrows arched.

I couldn't speak I was so embarrassed. I had forgot she had a key to come to the pool whenever she wanted. My mom was getting home any minute. "Puh-Pleeze...may I have my suit, Colette?"

She took my suit over by one of the pool chairs and laid it on the table. She bent over and undid her saltwater sandals and placed them to the right of the chair closest to the pool. "Don't you dare make a move until you have my permission." Without a word, she dove into the pool - where I was NAKED! I couldn't help it - I moved my hands to cover myself as she swam past to the deep-end and then with quick thrusts of her legs came back to the shallow end. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure I had obeyed and went up to the chair and sat down.

The water dripped from her skin as she moved her long hair out off her face and back over her shoulders. "Come here and get it, Jesse." Her eyes narrowed. Remember that look #2 (your seconds are numbered)? I was getting it but not my suit.

I made a decision. If I hurried up there then I would retain some dignity and hopefully have this over with before my mom came home and I really got it. With head hanging low, I came up out of the pool. I didn't even reach for my suit. I just stood on her right side. I knew she was right-handed because of seeing her play with that tight butt swaying under a little skirt. Why was I always ending up over the lap of a tennis player with their excellent backhands?!!

She lifted my chin. "What would your mother do to you if she'd caught you right now?"

My voice quivered. "Pretty much what I think you are going to do to me right now."

She caressed my face. "You know you deserve it, so lets get this over with."

And so I found myself being placed over the naked thighs of my hot sister-in-law-to-be. I knew my whole body was blushing. My only consolation was a spanking was a lot nicer than what my mom would have given to me. She lowered her left knee so I was properly displayed and I felt a very stinging and loud THWACK! HER SANDAL!

This was my first and not last taste of a saltwater sandal on my naked bottom. They sting like a thousand bees biting your rear end. I was a howling mess after only five or six swats. She was just warming up. She quickened the pace and soon had to hold my middle down with her left hand as I was bucking as I was sobbing how sorry I was. I was just about to break completely when she stared on my upper thighs. I would later realize she knew how well to do this from having four younger brothers. I just went limp and waited for her mercy as I whimpered, "I'm sorry, Miss!" over and over again. Karen's good teaching showing through.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was over with. I waited for her to let me up and once I was standing I made a move for my suit. My feelings of embarrassment were long "behind" me as I could feel the heat and throbbing from my much abused bottom. I was still sniffling as I almost reached the suit.

"Not so fast, Jesse, I am really sorry but I heard your mother get home."

I groaned and nearly fainted. Colette grabbed me by the arm and with suit in one hand and my arm and then ear in the other hand. My mother came into the backyard and took it all in at a heartbeat. "Thank you, Colette, for teaching Jesse some manners. I knew you were a good daughter-in-law. Would you be so kind as to bend him over the ping-pong table on the porch there? I need to put down my groceries and bring out the swatter."

I thought about fighting Colette on it but just meekly bent over the table. She did thoughtfully put a towel over the edge so I have something soft to rub against. I just kept crying as she softly said she was sorry but had no choice. I told her it was okay but I felt betrayed. She and I had a history. She should have just handed me the suit in the beginning. My poor 11 year old heart was breaking as well as my bottom was soon on fire.

Mom came out and inspected Colette's handiwork. She was impressed and I think my whipping was somewhat shortened from her original plan since I had been punished well already. Still, I was a howling, hopping, naughty boy with her left to right and back motion of the swatter. It really hurt on a very tender area plus there were parts of my thighs that were still virgin. It was probably only 30 seconds but it seemed an eternity. I was then led to my room and smacked on the butt into bed. I was grounded to my room except for potty breaks and I had to wait until someone took me there and back. I was allowed to put on my jammies but I didn't do that until much later in the evening.

My sort of happy ending? Well, much later that night after I got a dinner of water and crackers while everyone else was having bbq burgers outside. I could hear all the splashing and laughing. I heard my mother loudly telling what happened to me complete with kudos to Colette and her sandals. I was mortified all over again. My brother was loving it and asked Colette to tell it again but she refused. I went to sleep, crying softly into my pillow as I was laying down on my stomach and would be for 3-4 nights.

I was awakened much later by a loud yelling sound. It was 3AM! What was going on? It was something loud and angry...it was my mom! My butt clenched in automatic reaction which produced a groan from me as it was very sore. I got out of bed and started to go to the window but heard someone coming down the hall. It was my father. You may notice I don't tell any stories about him punishing me. With him there was only one answer: the belt. I was considered to young still to get the belt but my brother wasn't. My father was leading a my very wet brother down the hallway. My father was muttering, "You are not too old for this if you do things like that under my roof. Mother is taking care of your Colette. You worry about yourself." He took him into my parents bedroom.

I had a very tough decision. My room didn't face the pool but my brother's window had a great view of the pool area. If I got caught doing this...I couldn't even think about it but as the sounds a belt smacking into my brother came down the hall. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't. I scooted around to my brother's room and peeked out the window. It seems my brother and his fiance had decided to skinny-dip themselves. Somehow, my mother had caught them because there was Colette by the pool very naked and shivering but not with cold. My mother had the swatter in her hands.

She made Colette bend over and grab the edge of the table by the pool. She then made her part her legs so it was a V up to her bottom. Hot Colette, naked, wet, bent over...and about to get the whipping of a lifetime. My mother was ruthless. She covered ever inch of bare skin from the top of the buttocks to the top of the ankles. Colette tried to dance a bit but just got it worse for it. She cried, then she wailed, then she sobbed, and finally just begged for mercy. My father had let up before my mother did because I could hear them coming! I hid under my brother's bed but Dad took him past it and thrust him out the front door and locked it behind him. He'd thrown him out...without clothes. I went back to the window to see Mom leading a very sorry but still naked Colette by the window. Ooo, she wouldn't be sitting or playing tennis or wearing anything revealing for at least a week.

I ran back to my bed and just savored the scene over and over and over again. Colette asked me a year or so later if I had seen what happened. I smiled widely and nodded. She blushed. "I got what I deserved, too, didn't I?" She said with her head down. Without thinking, I blurted, "Yes, but I wish I had been the one to give to you." She'd blushed an even deeper scarlet and gasped. She looked up slowly with a small smile I didn't understand then. "I kind of wish you did, too, Jesse." Ever since then she would make excuses for me to smack her on the butt; as she went by or she'd bend over for something right in my line of fire and pause, or a number of things. It did great things for my sexual confidence. We were discrete about it...no one else ever knew. I sure never did it in front of my mom but I spent lots of time over at their house after they were married...when my brother was at work. Yeah, Colette was something else.

They ended up getting a divorce. My brother was not the attentive, loving type and she was rather needy in a passionate sort of way. I have no idea if she ever let him spank her or told him she enjoyed spanking and being spanked. She always spanked me for my birthday but never again on the bare. What was interesting to me was something my brother said after the divorce was all over with...he said, "It was the strangest thing. She seemed more worried about how disappointed you would be than anyone else in the family. She kept asking if she could see you."

I considered seeing her. I was over 18 then and debatably an adult but loyalty to my brother and parents kept me from it. I saw her again 5 years later. She'd remarried and seemed happy. We were in public so couldn't say much. I finally asked her if he treated her the way she wanted. She caught my attempt at subtlety and gave me a sad grin. "No, Jesse. No one has ever treated me that way for a long time." Her eyes left little misunderstanding. I felt sad for her but that's sometimes how fate deals it for us. I hope she finally got the spanking she wanted. I certainly have again and again.

*sigh*

Karen, the babysitter...

So much has happened in the last week that to try and blog about it right now is too much. Don't worry! I am fine and happy as are Jenny and Heather but our lives have changed a great deal in the last 24 hours so I just wanted to write about a fond memory...well, until the end of it.

My mother, bless her heart, didn't trust me to be alone in the house when my parents would go out for the evening. To tell the truth, I played it up some because I really had a crush on my babysitter, Karen. She'd babysat me from when she was 16 and I was 8 up until she was now 18 and getting ready to go to college. I was 10 and never thought of girls as "icky" so her long, light brown hair and emerald green eyes entranced me. She knew this as I told her often of my undying love and was very kind. She'd hug me hello but kiss me goodnight just like my mom would when she'd tuck me in.

She was always a very appropriate girl in what she wore except for wearing tight jeans usually but never showed too much skin or cleavage...much to my bitter disappointment. I never knew of any boyfriends she had but being 10 might mean I was out of the loop. She was very pretty to me and had freckles on her cheeks and dimples when she smiled. She also liked to spank little boys on their bare bottoms until they were very, very sorry.

I remember the first time she came over. I was always required to go around with Mom and the Sitter, the first time she ever came, to hear the rules. Mom would then tell every Sitter the same thing: "We believe in being very firm in our discipline. If Jesse gets in anyway out of line, feel free to up-end him and tan his behind. He understands that quite well, don't you, Jesse?" This is the part where I would blush, always, cast my eyes down and say, "Yes, Ma'am."

Early conditioning? Could've been...but anyway, it was a little different when Karen came. She perked up at that last part and smiled widely. When I was done with my acknowledgment, she lifted up my chin and smiled sweetly, "I will have no problem taking Jesse in hand, Ma'am. I am a firm believer in good spankings for naughty boys. Do you understand me, Jesse?" I stammered and began to nod but remembered my manners before my Mom made me remember them, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, I am not married yet, Jesse. I am a Miss." She waited.

Oh. "Yes, Miss." I obliged and saw her carefully wink at me with the eye away from my mother. I knew then that this was a match made in Heaven. My Mom thought so too and never got another babysitter for the next two and a half years.

We had a routine. She'd make me dinner then we would play games or watch television then it was promptly off to bed by 9:00 PM. I learned quickly she meant it when she said to finish my plate. My first night with her I left a vegetable. She warned me to eat it or else. I wanted to watch a show so I bolted. Karen came calmly into the living room, grabbed me by the ear, led me into the kitchen, sat down in the chair I had been in, and told me to drop my pants and underwear or she'd do it for me.

I was not comfortable with her doing it and only hesitated a minute before I did as told. She guided me over her lap and introduced me to her routine of punishment. She'd spank me until the tears started to come then stop and ask if I was sorry. I would tell her I was but it was never good enough. I always wondered how good it would have to be. She'd stop after a few more minutes of spanking and I would be more sorry than ever but not good enough. When I was a limp, rag of a sobbing boy over her knee, she'd say I was very, very sorry now. As a Sub, I would say she knew how to take me just past my submission point and then stop. I would assure her I was very, very sorry because I really was and would do anything to please her. She feed me my vegetable between quieting sobs while still in position. She let me up off her knees and, as would always be the case, cuddled me and praised me for taking my punishment like a good boy should. I was in love.

She spanked well enough that I never wanted to be spanked more than once in a night. My mother even commented on how better behaved I was around home and how I always cleaned my plate. She asked if it had something to do with Karen. I remember mumbling something about it might be. She called Karen and spoke to her and her mother about how good she was for me. She made me thank her, too. Karen just giggled and my face felt very hot and sweaty. She replied I was a good boy at heart but needed some firm reminding of it once in a while.

In all the time she took care of me, she was never, ever angry at me. I was even brave enough to spank her on the bottom one night as we were putting away toys and things in my room. She was bent over just perfectly. I couldn't resist even if it meant a second spanking for the night. She turned her head at me and smiled widely. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, Miss." I was taught to always refer to her this way.

She came over and hugged me. "You're too young to be spanking 17 year old bottoms, young man, just be patient." She didn't spank me but just kissed my head and made me feel all warm and liquidy inside. I would later recognize this as a sexual release or climax but was then too young to really experience it.

I will put in here the one night I will always remember, not because Karen was mean to me, but because of my little game backfired on me. I would always choose rule to break that got me the spanking I wanted but it was always a rule that had no evidence after it was over with; however, there was one night about a week from Halloween my parents went to an office party for my dad. It was a costume party. My mom went as a witch and my dad...I can't really remember.

Well, one of the hard, bedrock rules was I couldn't eat dry cereal in the living room because it would leave crumbs. My Mom was a neat freak. Soo...that was the rule I broke because I wanted to see if Karen would ever use something besides her hand. No, she didn't but she used a lot more wrist action and made me very, very, VERY sorry before spanking was over. She sent me to bed a half hour early, too and that stung almost worse than the spanking.

Little did I know, but fate decided I was going to be royally punished that night. I found out later that my dad spent most of the evening flirting with another witch whose costume was much smaller and more see-through than my mom's that was just a normal costume. She was fuming furious when she got home. Karen had not had time to clean up the crumbs but was sent home. I could hear her protesting that it wasn't all my fault. She could see what I had coming in my Mom's eyes and got rather teary-eyed protesting for my sake. It made me feel very good...until my mom came into my room.

I was taken into the kitchen, bent over the table, she dropped my jammies and underwear. She then used something she never had before: the flyswatter. It wasn't one of those plastic ones...this was back when they used a wire frame with a big, rubber pad for the swatting. She stood directly behind me and whipped left to right, right to left, with no mercy. My bottom was already a little sore still and this...I had never been whipped in my life before. I bellowed, begged, pleaded, promised everything. She never stopped. She went from the top of my bottom to the middle of my thighs. I was hopping and squealing until I just hung on to the table a sobbed like a little, lost lamb. When all I could do was sob, she then sent me to bed without my jammies or underwear. I cried myself to sleep on my stomach.

She came in and woke me a later as she stroked my hair and apologized for being so harsh but I knew better. "Yes, Maa...amm." I sniffled. She then did something she had never done before, she started to rub some very cold, first-aid cream all over my bottom and legs. It felt soooo good. She commented on seeing some of Karen's handiwork. I told her it was. She praised her for being so firm and also for trying to defend "her little boy." She then promised to never whip me in anger before but learned that she'd use the swatter again when I really needed it. She did, too, and I think that is one of the reasons I am so frightened of being switched. I thanked her and drifted off to sleep with her still softly rubbing the ointment into me. She left me bare to the open air that night. I was tender for a few days afterwards but it was ten times better than it would have been without her administrations.

The best part? Karen called me the next day to see how I was. I told her what had happened. She cried. Really! I could hear her sniffles on the phone. She told me she was so sorry for not cleaning up afterwards and part of the punishment should have come to her. I must admit I grinned at the picture of Karen being whipped with the flyswatter. I didn't say it though. I thanked her very much for caring so much about me. She told me I was silly and she loved me. I knew it was a "mom" sort of love but I didn't care. I told her I loved her, too.

She invited me to her wedding when I was twelve. She hadn't been my Sitter for over a year by then but she asked if I was being a good boy. I grinned and told her I was when I was firmly reminded to be. I kind of wanted her to take me to some room and spank me one last time. She hugged and kissed me on the lips! I was so elated that I warned her husband that he had better take good care of her or he'd answer to me. He was a bit taken-a-back but handled it well and didn't make me feel stupid. I saw a tear of pride in Karen's eye when I walked away. Yup, that was my Babysitter, Karen.

"The Women's Circle"

Do you know the old phrase "nervous as cat with two tails in a room full of rocking chairs?" I know what it means very well. I have a different version, "terrified as a submissive man in a room full of dominatrices."

There is nothing to beat the fear in my stomach when Jenny hosts "The Women's Circle" every seven months. She has a mixed family from two or three marriages of her mother. I think she plain wore out the first two men with her hairbrush. The result is Jenny has six sisters in the Circle.. Heather is her little sister from the same father but I am not counting her in this. She's too young for the Circle. These sisters are step or in-laws but they email, phone, and drop by frequently but only one at a time. Jenny's mother, God bless her, taught all her daughters or daughters-in-law how the world really worked which means women should always rule their men with hard hands, hairbrushes, paddles, or switches.

I must say here that no husband of these women entered unknowingly into the relationship. Jenny was very honest and upfront about what kind of relationship we would have when we were married. I had thought I was a dom, and a pretty good one, but I was helplessly in love with Jenny and was willing to submit myself to it. All the women do a trial-run for one week before the nuptials are announced and no one is rude enough to point out the groom seems to be walking gently down the aisle. In another blog, I plan to explain why being a sub is a glorious thing for me. In fact, I will have to explain it after you're done with this one.

They meet once a month in each other's homes (that's why it comes around every seventh month) to have a potluck dinner. They play cards, tell stories about their husbands, share secrets about new implements that are nastier, quieter, more horrible. Some of the Sisters make their husbands come to help out with all the dishes, serving, etc. Jenny has told me that sometimes, if they've been particularly naughty recently then they are forced to wear humiliating costumes that leave their bottoms bare for anyone to smack as it goes by. No Sister can punish another Sister's man without permission but the wearing of these costumes means they are agreed to be fair game. As horrible as it sounds, that is chicken feed to what can happen. If a husband has done something heinous enough in the eyes of his wife to merit a judgment by the Circle then there are no favorable judgments to be had. I have heard some heart-wrenching noises coming from downstairs in the past five years.

Jenny is the youngest in the group. She was able to join it when she was 18 because we had married. Single women with boyfriends have to wait until they are 21. They call themselves The Women's Circle because in the old days there really used to be one in each village and they had some powerful mojo over their husbands, sons, and daughters. They had the say of who married and who didn't. The passed punishments on men in the town. It was scary stuff. It IS scary stuff.

I've only met them once. They have a different kind of bridal shower in her family. They hold it on the night the Circle normally meets and the young man is presented to the group. He must go to each Sister and introduce himself. Sounds innocuous? "Introducing" yourself means going to each Sister and telling them your name, how much you love the Sister you are marrying, then going over each and every lap for at least a spanking but it becomes Ma'am privilege as to what implement is used. Jenny later told me there is traditionally an implement for each woman and only the bride-to-be is allowed her bare hand for proprieties sake, I guess.

Let's see, I was paddled with a wooden-spoon, a really, nasty spatula-thing, a lexan paddle, a Saltwater Sandal (my mother had some of those), a short, birch switch, and the biggest, hardest hairbrush it has been my misfortune to meet. These were done in the order of the youngest to oldest. I was taught different lessons along the way, a dominatrix-variation of wedding advice. It was all a bit of a blurr. I just remembered to say "Yes, Ma'am" to everything and try to smile as much as possible. No one wants a surly man for her Sister even if he is getting a royal paddling. It really doesn't help that they are all very nice looking. Even Judy, the oldest, looks very nice at 50+ years. I was a blubbering, blushing, well-punished. After my hand-spanking by Jenny at the end of the line, I was allowed to retire to rest and compose myself while they all talked but had to come back out after a few minutes to sit next to Jenny for cake and ice cream. Do you know how hard it is to smile and thank a woman who is complimenting you on how well you submit or beg or "cry so cute?" I don't think I ever stopped blushing all night long. Jenny was very pleased with me and my performance and that's all that mattered to me

Jenny installed new wireless phones in the house after our marriage. These allow any handset to make any other handset into a monitor so you can hear what is going on in all the rooms in the house that have a phone. She honestly did this so she can easily check up on me about watching television when I am banned from it or video games, etc. She really uses it, too. It took only twice of being busted and paddled to learn my lesson and just accept my punishments and not try to cheat.

If I have been a stellarly good boy for a whole week with no punishments before the Circle meets at our house then she allows me to listen in. She giggled that it was fine with her because it frightened me so much that afterwards I am always "good as gold or better" for at least another week.

My longest stint of being good is four weeks. Honestly, if I go too long then Jenny gets cranky until she can get her hands on my derrière so I sometimes do it on purpose - just to make things easier. If I am good for too long the worse it is when I finally get it. It's not much different from what I would do to get the pretty teenage babysitter to spank me. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it as much as I did.

What kind of things have I heard? It is making me break into a sweat just to type it. Let's see. Last year, Tim, Susan's boyfriend, had been caught cheating on her by one of the other Sisters. He wanted to come back to her and the only way she would allow it was if he submitted himself to the Circle. Brave or stupid man because got a wicked birching from every Sister with him stretched over the back of a chair. Jenny told me he was a mass of welts from the bottom of his thighs to the top of his ass. His howls became animalistic and after the fifth Sister he was so hoarse he hardly made noise. Susan was first of course and spent a long time teaching him some better manners. They got married a month later. It took that long before he could walk anywhere, let alone down the aisle. He's never been the same though. If a pretty girl comes anywhere near us in public he just looks down and refuses to speak. Susan does all the ordering for him which is embarrassing in itself. Jenny lets me order for her and look once and once only at pretty girls. If one starts to flirt or smiles at me, I too look away. Jenny always just pats my hand which is also embarrassing. Oh well.

Jenny was so savage that night when she birched poor Tim but I knew she knew I was listening. She spoke with every smoking stroke.

"If...I...ever...caught...Jesse...cheating...on...me...
he'd...wish...he...was...you...tonight!"

She found me curled in a ball on the bed after the Circle was over. It took her a long night of lovemaking and cuddling to reassure me I wasn't in trouble...yet. So...I look away. Whew.

Three years ago, it was the weirdest thing. I had wished for a tape recorder so I could play it again but I didn't dare. Teri, the Sister just older than Jenny, had been caught by her husband spanking another Sister's man without permission and on the bare, too. Oooo, she caught it something fierce from all her Sisters. That's right! She was the one who went through the seven implements that night. The seventh, however, wasn't the hairbrush but the infamous loop-cane I hate so much and it was wielded by her husband. She really breaks her men so it took a good deal of encouraging from the women to finally get Teri's husband into it. Strangely, it was some whispered comment from Teri herself that got John into making that cane whistle into her backside. Jenny said she'd said she knew he wasn't man enough.

It was so good to hear Teri getting a whipping...I never liked her. She's a Registered Nurse and if any of the family are very sick, we get a house-call from Teri. She's a very good nurse but having a Dom for a nurse can have some unexpected and unpleasant consequences. I had the flu something awful for a week. Teri came by and all shots are given posterior when she's in charge. I am afraid of needles and was something of a wimp. OK! I was whiney. I got my mouth soaped and then got my temperature taken rectally every four hours for the next week by Teri AND by Jenny who mercilessly giggled when she did it. I also got my bottom baby-powdered and made to hold a baby pacifier in my mouth for my insolence whenever the thermometer was in place. There's humiliation and then there are truly humbling experiences. I got better quickly and never, ever whined at anything again.

Jenny still makes me turn over for temperatures ever since then. She says it's more than fair considering what women have to go through every appointment with their gyno and I should be thankful she didn't let Teri also give me an cold water enema as a punishment. So you can understand it was too sweet to hear Teri's cries and screams that night.

Tonight, though, things were different. I was not allowed to listen in, there were no husbands allowed tonight, and I was trying every new game or movie I had in our bedroom to keep my mind occupied and not on the subject they were discussing: what do do about Heather. It had been two weeks since the whole ordeal of Laundry Day. All of my welts had faded and I'd been a very, very good boy while they did. I learned early on this relationship the folly of earning a spanking or paddling on top of old welts. Yesterday was the first day I was allowed to sit on anything cushioned. Simply sitting and standing become prolonged punishments, so I had been very good.

I desperately wanted to know what was going on though because I was an integral part of this situation. Heather had submitted to me although she didn't know she had. In the two weeks since it happened, I have had a lot of time to "sit" and think about it. I wonder if she wasn't smart enough to really know what she did. The literature is not hard to find, especially with the internet. I had, with Jenny's permission, been doing some reading on the subject. I found it fascinating. It gave me some very interesting insights into myself and some rather troubling questions about my current arrangement and especially the ideals and practices of The Circle. I hadn't even dared to talk to Jenny about it for fear of painful repercussions. One curious note to write down as I am waiting to hear what has happened, as unhappy but not angry as Jenny was about my fictional account of Laundry Day, part 2, she didn't make me delete it.

Gotta go...Jenny just knocked on the door and is coming in! Will let you know more later...

Laundry Day Pt 2 (The Really Painful End of the story)

Admit it, I had you going there...unfortunately, Jenny was not quite so amused by my departure from the truth. She only lets me write about these things as part of the punishment or therapy of having to admit all the unpleasant details. I hope there aren't too many typos in this post...it is..ah..more difficult to type lying on my stomach. ...ok, well, part one was completely correct. Part 2 started out correct, Heather did belly laugh at my humiliation. Jen did turn her back on me and was radiating anger but it was totally at me. The only squeals of delight that will be coming out of this ending of the tale are Heather's and Jenny's...definitely not mine. Oh, I did squeal but not in pleasure..not at all. *sigh* Lets get this over with...this is what really happened.
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"In to the living room, Young Man." Her back was still turned from me and I could feel the heat of her anger like a palpable force scorching me. Heather was smiling at me and even dared to wink knowingly. I just looked down and tried, unsuccessfully, not to blush even more than I already was.

I took slow steps out of the laundry room and towards the living room. As I walked by Jen, she put out her hand to my arm. She turned to Heather.

"Heather, go get the hairbrush and the 'switch' from my dresser, please and wait for us."

I waited. Heather bounded off in glee. She was going to get a great show this afternoon. I wondered about the hairbrush. It is my second most hated implement. I had a suspicion but prayed I was wrong...I wasn't.

Jen pulled my face up to hers. I felt the tears of shame and guilt starting to come already..well, that and the tears of fear at my impending punishments. Her second look at become the third and last look: utter disappointment, anger, and I could see my future was very, very bleak today. "You made a promise and broke it. You misbehaved after explicit instructions to never go without underwear again...then you compounded it all by lying to me AND in front of Heather. You have shamed me in front of her. I had just been telling her over lunch what a good boy you'd become. Do you have anything to say in your defense before we go out there?" She raised an eyebrow.

I had learned early on that saying stupid things like I was sorry or I would never do it again only made matters worse. She would reply that if I was really sorry then I wouldn't have done it in the first place. She was right. My ass was grass anyway so I was honest; something I usually don't get in trouble for. I told her that the thought of "the switch" in front of Heather made it so much worse and it already frightens me so much. I knew I deserved it. I would take it but, please, I begged with tears quietly starting to tickle down my cheeks, please, not in front of Heather. I ended my my plea by looking down again and waiting.

It was quiet.


I felt her hands softly on my face as she gently wiped away the tears. "She is a little bit too excited about seeing you whipped, isn't she?" I recognized the rhetorical question that it was. "To be honest, she finds you very attractive." She giggled. "She'd be horrified to know I had just told you. I've been keeping an eye on her lately. She looks at you in a very inappropriate way when she thinks I can't see it." She lifted my chin.

"Has she ever flirted with you or shown you more of her legs, ass, or breasts than she should?"

I was very uncomfortable but shrugged, "Nearly all the time. She knows I can't do anything after the first time and I...." I had almost back-talked.

She shook my chin and bored her eyes into my skull. "Speak."

I sighed. "I tried to tell you she'd tricked me even that time...but...you were too busy to listen."

She kept staring and finally nodded slowly. "Yes, I remember...that was your first introduction to the switch. I was really angry with you that day. Well, I can't fix that now except to say Heather will NOT be getting to watch you switched today, ok?"

New tears of relief and gratitude flooded my eyes. I kissed her hand and thanked her over and over again. She allowed it for a minute. "Stop that for now. Time for kissing and tears later. Into the living room."

I didn't have has hard a time going in there as I was originally. Don't get me wrong, my leg muscles were still being racked with muscle cramps of fear and my stomach was no longer interested in lunch. I'd probably be sent to bed with no lunch or dinner, anyway. Not knowing where to be I went and stood in the center facing the long, couch where everything would take place.

Heather was nearly bouncing on the recliner that faced the couch impatiently waiting for the show. I hardly could take my eyes of the large, wooden, oval hairbrush and the "switch" laying on the couch cushions. My hands nearly went to by bottom of their own accord but I stayed firm.
Jen had turned back to the kitchen: an ominous sign. Sure enough, she came back with the bottle brush and the liquid soap. So, this would happen before Heather left. I guess it fit since I had lied in front of her. Jen really was upset about that after having bragged on me earlier.

I eyed the soap like it was a snake getting closer. She put them under my face. "So, how should we proceed?" She raised both eyebrows at me. Oh, she knows how much I hate this...decide my own fate punishments. If I was too lenient then it was much worse so I always ended up being more cruel than she would have been. She made sure to tell me what she would have done AFTER it was all over with. Nice.

However, I looked at her and thought of how much I had disappointed her and shamed her. I wanted to make her proud of me and, sadly, I could only think of one way that would do it because she would know how terribly much I didn't like it. As I made my decision and my mouth began to open, I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I croaked. "Heather should be taught how to soap a mouth for lying." This would still involve being over Heather's lap...I didn't like this at all.

Jenny smiled. I had done right. I felt the joy of making her happy and pleased with me but then she queried, "What should happen next?"

I had to close my eyes so I couldn't see anyone when I spoke again. "She should then paddle me soundly with the hairbrush for having lied in front of her and shaming her sister."

"On the bare?" She pushed. Don't make me say yes, please.

"That is for you to decide, Ma'am." I countered.

She nodded again. "An acceptable answer...very good. Yes, Heather will soap you and paddle you...two dozen, I think. If she thinks you have begged well enough then she can lessen it by two or three." I could tell she knew that I knew it wasn't going to happen.

Heather squealed with delight (see? there it is...) and jumped over to the couch. She was picking up the hair brush and making nasty smacking noises against her palm and thigh. Her skirt had ridden up so all I saw was lots of soft, white thighs. Oh, please, no hard-on...not now. I thought of the soaping and thankfully it died down.

"Come here, Young Man." Heather chortled.

I despised her smug voice but I had made my own problem by my own choices and I know faced the beginning of the consequences. I moved to her side and started to lower myself over her lap. There is something strangely completing about lowering myself over the lap I am about to be punished from. I made myself as comfortable as possible. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears from my humiliation at being over an 18 year olds lap for punishment. I knew it was just the beginning.

"Head up!" She commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am." I'd responded without even thinking, that particular lesson had been the first or second lesson I'd received from Jenny. It made me queasy to have to say it to Heather but she was Ma'am right now and was part of the punishment. I lifted my head up. Jenny had helped her apply the soap to the long handled, rectangular brush that can be used for baby bottles. Jenny said it was fitting. The irony was a little lost on me at the moment.

"Beg for it."

Please, no! But I was helpless and would get no mercy from Heather or Jenny. "Please, would you soap my naughty mouth?" I couldn't help it...my voice broke part way through.

"Oh, I will, now open."

"Yes, Ma'am." I opened wide and closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to watch. Oh, I hated the taste of soapings. Liquid soap was much worse than the bars of soap my mother had used. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to gargle or brush until tomorrow morning. Ewww, it was an affective deterrent. Each time it had happened in the past, I could never understand how I would be stupid enough to ever let it happen again.

"Now, swish it gently all round his mouth like you were brushing his teeth. No, that's too hard. The punishment is the soap itself not the brush. Remember the back teeth." Jen prompted Heather.

Nice of her to remind Heather about the back teeth. I had to open wider. I was trying not to gag while also trying not to cry. "Lastly, scrub his tongue...he knows to lift it so you can get all around it, yes, that's it. Be sure to scrub this part well as the tongue is where the lies come from, isn't it, Young Man?" I nodded...being unable to Ma'am right now. The brush left my mouth and I screwed my eyes shut and lowered my face again. I was not allowed to spit but it was usually done well enough that there wasn't a lot of suds left by the time it was over with.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Heather demanded. Her voice was eerily like Jenny's in the command mode. I felt a small shiver. I knew she wanted the formula. It didn't always have to happen but was up to Ma'am's discretion. She wanted as much submission from me as she could get.

"Thank you, Ma'am, for soaping my mouth. Lies are dirty and nasty and now you have cleaned the lie out for me. Thank you. Please, wash it out every time I offend again with this mouth, Ma'am." There, I said it and without crying. It was hard though because I could feel her hand resting on my bottom. She knew I could feel it, too. This was so humbling and humiliating. I didn't know I would ever be able to look her in the eye again. She was starting to break me. Her!

Jen must have understood how hard this was becoming even though I had chosen it myself. I could feel her sit down on the end of the couch. I barely looked up and saw her calves right there. She softly patted my heard. "Good boy. You're doing fine." She was showing she still loved me and forgave me my stupidities. I was very grateful. I need to be punished. I didn't need to submit to more than one woman.

"Now get up and down with those pants, Young Man." Heather commanded forcefully.

My legs muscled seized up and refused to move but I got up. I kept my head down and concentrated on the sour, soap taste in my mouth so I wouldn't think about the sexy view of her curvy thighs.

I had prayed it wouldn't be on the bare because of well, there is something intimate about my privates rubbing on Heather's thighs that just was wrong to me. I worried I wouldn't be able to control myself and it would be Labor Day Weekend all over again. My hands were shaking as I undid my belt and started to unbutton.

Jen told me later she purposely waited until the last possible second as the terror and torment were deserved before she intervened. "No, Heather, my husband bares his ass for me and only me. You will not get to paddle him on the bare."

What mercy she had on me...and I didn't really deserve it but she really did love me and sought to correct me, not to abuse or break me. I looked up through moistened eyelashes to see the bitter look of disappointment on Heather's face as she glared at Jen but she knew better than to argue. Jen looked up at me and barely raised her eyebrow to tell me that I was going to be blistered much more for not being bare than if I had been. Personally, I don't think Heather would have let up much either way. Right then I was really wishing I had worn jeans and not soft slacks that would give no protection whatsoever.

Without being told, I put myself over her lap again and it didn't take long for the first SMACK of the hairbrush to hit. She was slow and deliberate just like her sister had taught her. I began with the usual "Ow's" but by the time we were up to ten I began to cry openly. I felt Jen's hand reach for my left hand and squeeze. Suddenly, I was five years old again as my mother squeeze my hand when I had to have several shots in the posterior because our family was going to travel. It actually made me start to sob openly.

At the end of the first dozen, she stopped to rest and to let the sting and throb time to grow. It did...I was whimpering softly and trying to catch my breath. I waited. I heard Jen lean over and whisper something to Heather. I felt her move her left thigh a little lower which stuck my bottom higher in the air as my top half lowered so I could rest my elbow on the carpet now. The bad part of this was she now rested the hairbrush on my upper thighs just below the curve of the buttock. She'd purposely left it along until now and it was one of my most tender spots. Jen must have told her. Sweet Jen.

"With ever swat, you will be asked a question by Jenny that you must answer truthfully." SMACK! I gasped. I knew emphasis swats didn't count against the total so I had learned to quickly say or do whatever was being required.

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. I will, Ma'am." Oh, I had been trained too well. It had come out without thought before I could realize I was not over Jenny's lap right then. I heard Heather's throaty chuckle at my thanking her for the swat. She took aim at the other thigh.

SMACK! I squealed through clenched teeth. Oooo, that really, really hurt. My eyes were getting blurry again.

Jenny spoke, "Do you remember what happened on Labor Day Weekend two years ago?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I remember. I was whipped for being caught fondling Heather."

She must have nodded to Heather who smartly smacked the exact spot she just had again. I sobbed once. I couldn't help it.

"Where you fondling Heather?"

I was so beyond being able to think of a lie or even caring where this was going. "No, Ma'am. I was not."

It was not my imagination when the next swat on the other upper thigh had much more wrist action it. It wasn't just one sob this time; it just kept going as the next question came.

"But I did see you touch her nearly naked backside when I opened the door, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I admit to touching her but it was not to fondle her, Ma'am. Please, believe me."

I heard Heather begin to protest but her a soft, smack that must have been her mouth being slapped. Jenny is an excellent slapper - that part was true from the previous part 2. I really wished I could get up before the next...SMACK!!! Heather was taking it out on me!

"Heather says you were fondling her, you say you weren't. I was not in the right frame of mind that night to hear what you might have been trying to tell me. What really happened?"

I could feel Heather's thighs tense up. Yeah, I knew that feeling. Jen must be giving her look number two. I was still crying because my bottom was really hurting. Heather played tennis with Jenny and had an excellent, ah, backhand. Without touching it, I knew there were three or four welts forming. The thought of a switching later tonight made me cry even more. I wasn't to the full-blown "waah-ing" yet but it was only a few minutes and swats away. I really didn't want to reach that stage over Heather's lap. I really, really didn't but it wasn't up to me. I had made my choices this morning when I hadn't put on underwear and I lied to Jenny. It didn't make me feel very much better though...actually, worse.

While I was tormenting myself, which is part of this whole submissive scenario, there was a heated discussion going on in whispers somewhere above my throbbing ass. I just waited. It didn't even occur to me to speak up or move a muscle other than trying to quiet my sobs and get enough breath to feel somewhat normal.

I felt Jenny's fingers stroke my matted hair and softly ask, "Tell me what really happened."

I turned to kiss her palm that she had held out for me to do so. "Yes, Ma'am." I told of how the then 16 year old Heather had been crying in her room when I had walked by. I'd been sent on some errand by Jenny but stopped to see what was wrong. Heather was on her stomach and had her skirt up looking for something on her bottom. She was wearing a thong so I pretty much saw all there was to see. I told how I had thought of going to get Jenny but made the poor choice of going in by myself. I didn't know it was a trap.

Heather had told me she'd gotten a splinter in her bottom from a park bench when her skirt had ridden up too high at the picnic we'd just come home from. She was in such a state because she couldn't find it because of the position. I again thought of going to get Jenny. I admitted I should have but Heather said she was too embarrassed to have Jenny see it. This didn't make sense to me and I didn't understand 16 year old girls like I do now. I reached over to see if I could find the splinter and that was when Jenny had walked to see me apparently fondling her sister's backside.

Heather had totally changed her story now. I had come in and flirted with her and told her she was prettier than Jenny and was that a birthmark on her bottom? I was flabbergasted. I tried to explain but was dragged by the ear all the way down the stairs to the living room where Jenny showed me her new toy. The switch. I was up-ended and and bare-assed before I could blink and it all became a red haze after that. It was the worst punishment I had ever received in my life and that includes being birched by my Aunt Tillie on a visit to Oklahoma. I hadn't sat or slept comfortable for a week after Jenny whipped me. I had been forced to apologize to a very smug and very evil Heather who had thankfully not been allowed downstairs but easily had heard all of it.

I finished. I must admit that at the end of my story my voice was not the usual timid thing it is when over a lap but I was really angry. I remembered my place and kissed her hand. "I swear this is the truth. I really do, Ma'am."

It was very quiet except for Heather's elevated breathing. Finally, Jenny's fingernail caressed my earlobe and I knew my punishment was over for now. It was usually her signal...because it was one of my many erogenous zones. I moaned somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"I believe you. I am so sorry I didn't listen before. I should have known better than to punish in anger. Get up, please."

I slowly got up. As my butt cheeks stretched out for the first time and the welts rubbed against my slacks, I moaned. I knew I would be moaning a lot for the next week or two. I had a hard time sleeping on my stomach, but right then my attention was fully engaged in looking at a quietly crying Heather. It gave me a nice warm feeling to see her begin to suffer. I could see Jen watch my reaction and I looked questioningly at her for guidance. She smiled. I was allowed to enjoy this. I'd earned it. I saw Jen's smile turn the kind of wicked that made my blood turn to ice when it was directed at me. She turned to Heather.

"So, Heather, you lied to me and to Jesse. You knowingly and purposely got me angry with him on the day you knew I had just gotten the 'switch' in the mail."

Oh, I burned with more anger now. I hadn't known that tidbit. Heather was even more evil than I had thought possible.

Jenny continued, "You got Jesse the whipping of his life for your sheer spite and pleasure and even made him apologize to you. Did you do all of this? Look at me!"

Heather raised her eyes slowly as the crocodile tears started to fall. She looked at Jenny then at me and back to Jenny. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Explain yourself...FULLY." Jen commanded.

Heather looked helplessly at Jenny. "Please, no...not in front of him."

"Baby, he's going to see more of you than you'd like in a few minutes no matter what you do or say so I have no mercy for you in my heart. In fact, I am so angry with you that I can't be the one to give you the much deserved soaping and whipping, yes, I said whipping. You've never been switched in your life...you will be today...by Jesse." Jen pointed to me.

I didn't know what to say so I was smart enough not to squeal with delight but, boy, was I doing cartwheels in my mind. Jenny looked quickly to me and kissed the air in my direction. This was her way of trying to make amends. It would do wonders to help make me feel a lot better.

The color drained from Heather's face. She looked at me and flinched from whatever she saw in my eyes. Taking my cue, I commanded. "Speak...completely...fully...leave nothing out or it will go worse for you."

Before she could think, Heather cast her eyes down, "Yes, S-s-sir." She squirmed as she said it.
She spilled it all out in a torrent of words. She had to stop once in a while because her crying would get the best of her for a few seconds. She blushed a deep, deep crimson as she explained how she had always been jealous of Jenny. She thought it terribly unfair she wasn't old enough or pretty enough to have a man like me.

Jenny drilled her eyes into Heather's plaintive ones. "Tell him exactly how he makes you feel. Tell him what you've told me and leave nothing out. Look him in the eyes as you tell him. If you break eye contact I will strip you and paddle it out of you while he watches your eyes anyway."

Whatever it was, it must be horrid because Heather moaned and whined in utter humiliation. "Oh, oh, yes, Ma'am."

When she looked up at me, she mouthed 'I am so sorry' but I gave my best version of the look. It must be pretty good because she began to tremble. "When you are around me...you make me feel warm...inside...and down there. You are so beautiful in your face, your eyes, and your muscles that I get goose pimples when you smile at me." She moaned softly but kept her gaze on me. "Your voice makes my nipples harden...and right now...even as humiliated as I am...I love you." She took a ragged breath. "I wanted you to be mine and you couldn't ever be, so if you couldn't be mine in my teenage, infatuated heart then you should be made to suffer. I wanted you to suffer so badly I would fall out of love with you. I set you up...it was so easy because you are so sweet. I have tried to make Jenny punish you whenever possible and know it has worked more than two or three times. I only came to the lessons to see her punish you again and again. To see you submit to her and be humiliated in front of me."

Jenny had gasped at Heather's admission of love. Apparently, little sister hadn't told her big sister everything but I had commanded it...Heather had given it. "Heather, you never told me. If you had...well, it's too late now."

"I know, Ma'am. I'm so very sorry. Jesse, I have one more thing to say and I mean it with all my heart." Her eyes glistened with deep emotions in her young and tender heart.

"I'm listening." My voice sounded like granite, implacable, unmerciful: even Jenny flinched at it. If Heather had hoped to hear any kindness or softness, I wasn't going to give it.

"You are the best man I have ever met. I, however, am a spoiled, vengeful bitch who has horribly wronged you. I know I can never have your love as a man to a woman...but after taking my punishments this afternoon from you and, if Ma'am will allow it, maintenance spankings on a regular basis, I hope I can earn some respect and maybe love as a father-figure I never had in my life. I am at your mercy. I did those horrible things, please, soap me well, whip me hard, make me squeal until I'm hoarse. I deserve it." She let herself fall off the couch to kneel at me feet and in her hands was the switch. She held it up to me with her head bowed.

With her face averted, I could let the compassion and sorrow into my face to Jen could see it. I looked to her for some help or guidance. She looked as non-plussed as I felt. She actually shrugged but drew her brows in thought for a minute. I knew she'd figure something out here...that's why she's the boss...especially where her lovestruck, sexy, teenage sister is concerned. This was one minefield I wasn't going to touch now without explicit instructions and permissions.

"Heather, remain in that position until otherwise instructed."

"Yes, Ma'am." She whispered. Her arms would start to hurt soon. She was still crying softly and shaking with the rawness of the experience she had just undergone. She had innocently enough just submitted herself to me before I had ever laid a finger on her. If I were to whip her now, it would cement that submission permanently. I wasn't about to do that. Jenny wouldn't hear of it.

"Jesse...Jesse?!" Her voice sharpened as it had been harder to gain my attention than she liked. I'm a man. I have this beautiful girl, kneeling at my feet, submitting to me while saying she loves me. I was a wee bit distracted but the second sound of my name snapped my training into place.

"Yes, Ma'am?" I said meekly.

"You may go into the kitchen, warm up your lunch and eat. You may not wash out your mouth first. Be glad you are getting food at all." I was. "While you are eating, I am going to take Heather back to her apartment. We are going to have a very long and perhaps painful talk. When we are done, she will be staying there to do some chores I will set for her then I will be coming home. After your lunch is done, you are to go upstairs, take the switch with you. Sit on the stool in your corner until I get back. It might be a couple of hours but stay there until I get home and then WE will have a very long, painful talk tonight. Am I clear?"

Her eyes made it very plain to me I was not getting out of one inch of what I had coming to me. *sigh* It was fine. I deserved it. My bottom would be screaming at me on that stool. She knew that...before I ever got my whipping it would be on fire. She knew that, too. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you for letting me eat, Ma'am."

"It isn't completely out of mercy, Dear. You are going to need some protein to get through tonight. It is going to be a long night for you." Her eyes flashed with not just anger but also passion. Oooo, she always rode me hard when she had that look. I'd be doing a whole lot of moaning into the wee hours.

So, after waiting for two and a half hours, she came home and got me off the stool. I was already naked so it was quickly that I was up-ended over her lap at the foot of the bed and that switch whistled long and loudly.

She was actually pretty lenient with me. My backside was so raw already it only took a dozen or so kisses of the switch to have me a blubbering, begging mess. When it is just her and me...well, I have so far humiliated myself over her knees that I have no pride or dignity to pretend. I beg like I did when I was a little boy. She loves it.

She made me promise to be good several times, be truthful, and anything else she could think of and I was more than willing to make them. I was hers through all the howling and sobs. She knew that but wanted me to be sure to know that after Heather's little scene. I was no one else but hers. She whipped that home with another dozen welts on my upper thighs that had me reaching new registers in squeals of pain. I nearly blacked-out from hyperventilating.

She then tenderly laid me down on the bed, kissed away my tears. This actually always makes more as I throw my arms around her for another round of promising to be a good boy, to behave. to make her proud of me, etc. She kisses my cheeks and mouth primly but softly until my breath is finally normal. She pets me as I lay full out on the bed on my stomach, of course.
Lastly, she goes over the little fridge we keep in our room and got out our special ointment into my wounds. It feels so good when it is ice cold. She then dosed me heavily with Motrin, then stripped for me and screwed my brains out until I begged for mercy...she gave it..for twenty minutes.

And that's how it happened...really.