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...
