by Cyan
Copyright 2000 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"I did it." I was grinning. Martha looked at me blankly and I was loving it.
"Did what?" she asked.
"Spanked him."
Her face lit up like I knew it would. "Oh really?" she said, showing interest. Besides Rob, Martha was certainly the only one I could possibly share this with being the only person I knew who spanked her husband. She glanced around as if to see whether her own husband, Jason was within hearing. "I must have details," she said in a low voice. She was grinning.
She'd certainly never given me an account of any of her experiences, but now it would all be different. I was ready to talk. "Well, I had a feeling he was interested in sex that evening." Recalling the evening made me almost giddy as I spoke. "He was in bed under the covers though I knew he was naked. I managed to sneak this underwear set he likes into the bathroom: bra and panties both black and rather skimpy. It's been a while since I wore them so his eyes definitely lit up when I appeared in the door."
I stopped: I suddenly felt uncomfortable about the way Martha was looking at me. "Bra and panties?" she said.
"Yep. That particular set has a history, but it's been a while..."
I stopped again, finding myself just staring at Martha. She spoke again: "You don't want to wear a bra and panties for this." I just stared at her: she looked rather serious so I grinned to try and lighten things up. "I mean it," she said. "It'll give him the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea?"
"That this stuff is for his benefit."
"Well, I wasn't wearing them the whole time," I said, grinning again.
"You spanked him while naked?"
"Well, yes."
"That's the wrong idea. It's the whole wrong dynamic."
"Well he was naked."
"That's OK, but you should be dressed. Preferably in something a bit conservative; definitely in something dressy. Never in lingerie and certainly never while you're naked." I imagined it and tried to understand her point. "You have to maintain your image. What you two were doing was some kind of sex play."
I stared at her. "Of course it was," I said.
She smiled again and this time I detected an indulgent attitude. "That's not what this is about," she said. "It's not about him."
I wasn't going to let that slip by. "Our sex isn't just for him. All I was trying to do was add a little spice to..."
"Oh sex has its place, but we're talking about spankings."
"Huh?"
"Punishment."
I stared at her again. Of course it had taken me aback a bit when she'd first mentioned spanking Jason, but now I felt shock. "Punish Rob?" The idea was ludicrous.
"Absolutely."
I tried to make sense out of it. "He'd never go for it," was the first thing I could think to say.
"Oh yes he would. Same as Jason."
We stared at each other for a second, then I said: "No way, not Rob." Jason punished? When she still said nothing, I continued: "Why would he accept such a thing?"
She smiled. "It can be surprising what men respond to; believe me it's even better for them than the little play-act you and Rob tried."
It was still beyond comprehension. "Jason just lets you--punish him?"
Martha smiled and stood. In a moment she was at the door calling: "Jason!" I stood there shocked at the idea that she was evidently bringing him into this discussion. She sat again when we heard him coming and looked up at him when he appeared in the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Here!" she said. She pointed straight down at her lap! I could hardly watch and saw Jason turn red, glancing at me. "Now!" she said, suddenly barking it like a drill sergeant.
I froze, not believing what I was witnessing. He came over but by the look of him, his embarrassment remained in full force. I swallowed. Sure enough, approaching Martha, he got himself down and lay face down over her lap. He was definitely in position to be spanked. I giggled nervously.
Martha suddenly looked at me, her eyes piercing and I said: "Martha!"
She looked angry. "Into our room and wait for me. Now!" It was Jason she was talking to and he immediately jumped up and left. She turned and spoke to me in a lower voice, obviously so her voice wouldn't carry to Jason: "You can't do that."
"Huh?"
"There's a certain way you have to be: you can't be making nervous sounds."
"I'm sorry, it's just that it was so weird."
She paused. "I know, I'm sorry. But listen: what I said is true. You have to maintain a certain attitude: it's vital." She looked around, then went and retrieved a kitchen stool. "Sit here."
I wondered what I was doing. I don't think it was fear that made me comply but I was definitely feeling out of my element. "Good: now sit quietly. Just maintain a passive face as if you're simply watching, perhaps even bored, but, well, as if you're going to see that things are done right."
I sat amazed at it all. "I can't..."
"Sure you can. Remember: no expression, no nervous noises." I admit that I can't argue with Martha when she's got her mind set on something and this certainly seemed to be one of those times. Then she called toward the bedroom: "Get undressed."
Undressed! I must have looked shocked. "Don't worry," she said. "I've just got to show you how it's done."
"Martha..."
"No more talk. Watch."
We sat for at least a minute. Then she called again: "Come out."
Yes, he was completely naked and showing every bit of embarrassment you might expect. "There," she said, pointing at the kitchen table. He immediately approached it and bent over, his body on top, his rear right at the edge. He rested on his arms, looking down at the table.
She had a stick in her hand. She looked at me and bent it to demonstrate: it was obviously very flexible. She signaled me with a little nod toward him, not that there was any way I might be distracted from this scene. Then suddenly with a quick motion she hit his rear.
The woosh had been clearly audible and the slap was so hard I nearly jumped. He jerked and made a little sound but obviously was doing his best at being still. She glanced at me, then repeated it. And as I stared she gave him several more, each one making his body jerk. Then she held it to me, obviously offering me a turn. I quickly shook my head no.
She gave me a look which left no doubt she was reminding me of the demeanor I should maintain, then said: "Back to the bedroom: wait in the corner until I come." He stood and left. She closed the door behind him.
When she turned back to me I'm sure I was open-mouthed in horror despite having played the role she gave me until he was gone. "And that's how it works," she said. "Rob'd take it just the same."
"Why does he do it?"
She smiled. "Well, why did that play-act spanking you gave Rob appeal to him? You simply don't yet know how deep these desires go." When I didn't respond she went on: "They need it. Of course you don't have to start with the rattan." She swung the cane again, seemingly interested in the whoosh it made.
"I could never do that," I said.
"Of course you could."
"But Rob..."
"It's the right thing. He wants it even if he doesn't know it yet. The right way."
I grinned nervously. "There's no way I could maintain that serious pose."
"Sure you could." She thought a bit and said: "I could have you try it on Jason just to get used to it, but I don't want him sensing your jitters." Then she said: "I know! Try it on me!"
"Huh?"
"Sure: I'll make the sacrifice; one time isn't that bad." And as I stood there in amazement she started taking off her clothes!
"Martha!"
"Oh shush. We'll just give it a try and you'll get used to it. You stay dressed."
"But..."
"Just a little," she said smiling. Having kicked off her shoes and gotten her blouse and pants off she was undoing her bra. As I stood there, she soon emerged totally naked. Seemingly indifferent to the odd situation and my undoubtedly shocked face, she handed me the cane-thing she'd used on Jason. As I stood there, staring at it in my hand, she took the exact position Jason had taken against the kitchen table. "Don't be afraid to do it hard," she said.
What was I going to do? I felt like darting out of there, but somehow didn't want to let Martha down. "I can't," I said, near a whine.
"Yes you can: do it."
I stood there. She didn't move: Martha, my best friend, her totally undressed body laid out in front of me, her rear offered to me to whip! There was definitely something sensual about it: you can't help but be affected by an attractive woman's skin even though I definitely didn't "go" that way. The little cane swung in my hand and I felt how light it was and how little effort it required to whip it fast. I took a deep breath. Martha made no move, but simply waited.
It wasn't much of a swat: I guess I just couldn't make myself hurt her. "Harder!" she said.
"I can't," I repeated.
"Yes you can."
We stood there. I tried it again, a little harder. "Good: more." And harder again. She jerked that time and I felt my breath catch. I didn't know if it was because of shock at what I was doing or what. "Again," she said. "And keep your dignity."
I did it again about the same but she didn't jerk like the previous time. She didn't move and I did it yet another time.
She stood up and looked at me. "Well that's a start, but you'll have to learn to do it harder. Men can definitely take it."
"I couldn't hurt him."
She just laughed. "Well you found it in yourself to hurt me, a little. Listen, I'll show you how much it hurts." She looked thoughtful for a second, then said: "You try it?"
"What?"
"Get undressed: I'll just show you a little of what it feels like. I won't do it too hard." I stared at her and she grinned. "I promise," she said.
Get undressed? Let Martha whip me? I'd just whipped her but was finding myself still capable of shock. She gave me a reassuring look, not that that meant much. Voluntarily getting a whipping?
It's hard to say what got me going. Maybe I felt I owed her something after standing there while she was naked, and then whipping her even though she'd made me do it. In any case, soon I was on my way, my clothes forming a growing pile on the floor. My bare feet on the kitchen floor tactilely reminded me of the strange predicament I'd just put myself in. "On the table," she said, smiling.
I looked back up at her. "I'll do a few that aren't hard. They'll hurt though," she said. "Turn around," she added and I complied.
My rear suddenly stung like hell! I know I gurgled or something and moved a little. Then it happened again and I heard my voice. "Stay calm," she said and did it again.
I was breathing hard, from the pain and tension. She did it two more times and said: "How was that?"
Catching my breath, I said: "My God!"
I think I was going to say more but she said: "OK, some harder ones," and suddenly the pain was ten times worse! I groaned.
She stopped after three. "You know," she said, "I told you being naked when you do it would be giving in to him, but now I think I kind of like it. Three more."
"No!" I said quickly, but it was too late.
I found myself standing despite myself and she said sharply: "Down!"
I got back down quickly and she gave me two more. "OK," she said and I stood to see her grinning. Naked, holding the cane. I experimentally touched my rear and realized rubbing it would be a bad idea at that moment. "Like being whipped?" she asked, still smiling.
"Martha!"
"You have to admit there's something about it," she said, then before I answered she went on: "Ready to try it on Rob?"
Rob! It still certainly struck me as totally infeasible, and she seemed to pick that up from my face. She'd picked up her blouse and started putting it on, not bothering with the bra. I considered Rob. "No way!" I said.
"Sure you can. You did me!"
I knew it was all crazy. "He'd never go for it."
She looked at me and turned thoughtful. She had her pants on by this time and I was reminded that I ought to be dressed. I thought about whether skipping my underpants would be preferable given the state of my rear and decided to follow Martha's lead. "Yes he would, but you certainly don't seem to have it in you," she said. Well the latter part was certainly true. "Even if I did manage to get you to try it on me."
"Look, we have our way of doing it..."
"I'll get him started," she said, interrupting.
"What?"
"I'll get him into it and once you see the way he takes it you'll have no trouble carrying on."
"Martha!"
"It's just a spanking: no hanky panky," she said smiling. "I can have him taking it in minutes." We stared at each other. "I can see you won't do this so I will: we'll go over there now. He's at home tonight, isn't he?"
* * *
There'd been no stopping her. I looked at Rob, sitting there oblivious to Martha's scheme. She'd said she'd hint at swinging which would pique his interest, then would have him talked into bending over her knee in minutes. "Eve and I have been talking," she said to Rob. "Are you interested in--experimenting?"
I glanced at her to find an evil smile. Rob looked amazed, having figured out something illicit was being suggested, then looked directly at me. Martha had told me to smile confidently even if it were an act. He looked at me questioningly. I came close and kissed him, still smiling. Then, as Martha had drilled into me, I left.
I found myself wondering: would that short little act on my part be enough to make Rob throw away all our promises of faithfulness? I hadn't said anything aloud. For some reason I shut myself in the bathroom and waited, sitting on the closed toilet. Rob would let Martha spank him? She claimed it would take no time at all to get him to go along. I heard no speaking out loud but a few low mumbles. I sat.
Those were long minutes. Then I heard it: a smack that could only be that cane! I wondered whether to go out. I wondered how I'd let Martha talk me into this. She opened the door. "Come see," she said in a low voice.
She was naked. "You're naked," I whispered as I stood.
"I like it," she declared, looking happy as a clam. I followed her toward the dining room. He was over the table just as Jason had been and as naked as she was. He was facing away and didn't look back at us. She handed me the cane.
He'd just allowed Martha to do this: undressed for her. Had she undressed for him too? He'd allowed her to whip him. In minutes! What had she said to him to get him to agree so fast? I felt anger. She made a motion for me to start.
It was so natural. Seeing his body jerk at the blow, following it up with another. I recalled the pain I knew him to be feeling. Why had he done it? Why had he so quickly stripped for Martha? I kept going and going and he just lay there and took it.
Finally Martha took hold of my hand, stopping me. She grinned and pulled me away, out of the room. In seconds we were in the bedroom and she shut the door. "I love it!" she said. Then she jumped on the bed, lying face down. "Do it to me again!" she said. She looked like a girl in a candy store.
I stared. "Come on: I know you're jealous as hell," she said. "I saw you and Rob's butt. Strip if you want." She still lay face down.
I wondered if anything could shake up that woman. I can't believe how hard I hit her. "Don't miss: it can be dangerous," was all she said, but I heard breath in her voice and I knew I was getting to her. Was it the pain? Or was it something else? Soon she couldn't keep quiet or still and writhed. She slipped a hand under her hips to an obvious destination. She didn't look at me. I still didn't stop. Recalling the pain, I knew it had to be excruciating.
I finally stopped myself.
The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. She turned and looked at me. The look in her eyes scared me to death. "Get naked," she said as she stood, her eyes never leaving mine.
I knew it was going to be harder: much more severe. I couldn't break our mutual stare even as I got everything off. She came closer, picking up the cane. Suddenly she pulled me into a kiss. My knees went weak and I nearly blacked out.
* * *
It wasn't how Martha had thought it would be. They watch us, the way we whip each other and get it on. Oh they don't get to whip us and we don't fool around with them, and they get whipped too, plenty, but they do get to watch. I can't believe the orgasms I get simply from how hard she does it.
Just once I managed to have Rob whip her: she was tied and blindfolded and never knew. Like many times when I was giving it to her, he was inside me at the time. But this one time we managed to pull one on her.
But it's made me wonder whether Jason has had similar chances with me.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.