by Cyan
Copyright 2001 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"I don't know," said Kate. "People who are into it I suppose."
"Into it?" I asked, not all that intelligent a response since of course there must be people into it.
"Or curious people," said Bret. "Or people with a very adventurous spirit."
Even with the couple of beers we'd had, it certainly was the most unlikely discussion. We'd gone out to an early movie with Bret and Kate, so we were eating a late supper at a nearby chain restaurant. Somewhere through the meal Kate had let drop that she'd found out another couple they knew were into spanking. Specifically, they spanked people. I'd been the one to pose the question as to whom they spanked. "A good deal more adventurous than us," I said.
"Hey, someone can be adventurous without going that far," said John.
Both Kate and Bret echoed the sentiment. But then Kate said: "Of course, a trip to the movies is more our speed."
"We could be more adventurous than that," said Bret.
"What do you have in mind?" said Kate.
There was a pause in the conversation, then Bret said: "We could go do something."
"You mean get spanked by Alice and Rich?" asked Kate. John laughed.
"No, I mean, well, we could go on a trip. A vacation, or camping..."
"Sure, we ought to," I said. "Well, not camping..."
Kate laughed. I'm definitely not a camper and fortunately John isn't into it so much that he feels the need to drag me out somewhere. I like my bed and hot running water. "I suppose a vacation is an adventure of a sort," she said. But her tone of voice seemed to say otherwise.
"So we're not adventurous," said Bret, "Not a big deal."
Again no one spoke and I found myself thinking. When John and I were first going out, things we did certainly seemed like adventures, even though they'd sound pretty tame if I listed them. "I think we're adventurous," I said.
"We watch action-adventure movies," said Kate.
"No," I said, and wondered where I was going. "We... could do more adventurous things. You work your eight hour days and it's not like you have the time you had when you were young."
"So you're saying we should try harder?" said Kate.
"Absolutely."
"So we should pay a visit to Alice and Rich," said Bret, grinning.
"I didn't say that."
"So when an opportunity arises, it isn't the right one for us."
He was still grinning, but no one spoke. Then I found myself saying: "What--how do they do it?" I couldn't believe I'd said it: I certainly wasn't thinking of going though I did find myself pondering whether me or John would have ever done such a thing when we were younger.
"I think--it's a bit up to you," said Kate.
"We're definitely not that adventurous," John managed to say to me in a low voice. I was amazed: John actually thought I was considering it?
Then Kate, who apparently had managed to hear said: "Definitely: we're wet blankets well on the way to middle age." Again there was silence. I certainly didn't consider mid-thirties to be middle age. "It's back to our safe little homes," she added.
"Besides," I said, "we'd never all four of us agree to such a thing." I wondered why I was opening my mouth! "And it would definitely have to be all of us."
And once again silence over took us. Then Bret said: "Are you saying you'd be the one to refuse?"
"I didn't say that," I said.
"Well who would?"
We all looked at each other. I expected one of them to speak up, John, Kate, or Bret. They couldn't possibly consider actually doing something like that.
* * *
We pulled into the driveway and I still wondered how this was happening. I figured we'd all been curious to see who would object first. And then there was something about testing ourselves to see if we still had any sense of adventure. Did any of the four of us actually want this?
We hadn't even called. We'd decided they were likely to be willing. And if they weren't there, then we'd simply drop the idea. "Hello?" said the man who answered the door. I definitely felt a lump in my throat when it was clear they actually were at home.
"Hi Rich," said Kate. "We have a proposal for you."
Two minutes later we were in his living room and he knew what we were about. "Well," he said. "As it happens, Alice is out. However, that need not stop us."
"Uh..." started Bret. I glanced at John and saw a startled look on his face.
Rich smiled. "I know what you're thinking. You're certainly not used to it, but among us spankos, a man spanking a man is not necessarily gay." Bret and John were looking at him unconvinced. "It can be just a spanking. There's a lot of men who are completely straight but do allow another man to spank them." We all just stared at him. "So," he went on. "are you up for it? I won't be hurt if you decide against it."
Again we all glanced at each other. No one said anything. "Good," said Rich. "In fact, you're probably fortunate that Alice isn't here." He went and drew a sturdy-looking chair into the middle of the room. I wondered what he'd meant by his pronouncement. We all watched. "I want you all to stand along a line right here," he said, pointing along the floor. "Let's hop to it," he said.
And we did it. I was at the end of the line, next to John. We managed a shared glance as we took our places. "OK," said Rich, sitting in the chair. "Kate, you first. Come here."
Other than her footsteps on the carpet, there was a definite silence. He indicated that she should lean over his lap, just like a child being spanked! She looked very uncertain about the whole thing, but she did it. And then with no ado whatsoever, he undid her pants and slid them down. And her underpants.
John was certainly getting an eyeful. I wondered again how we'd gotten ourselves into this. Kate looked like she would die of embarrassment. Then he started. "Now remain quiet," said Rich as he started.
I watched: slap, slap, slap. He seemed to give her his full attention. I glanced at John again. What had we done?
Rich stopped. I soon found myself trying to figure out about how many it had been, probably fifteen or so. "Up," he said and she awkwardly tried to stand without being any more immodest. "Don't hook yourself together," Rich said, "go stand facing that wall." He pointed.
When she reached it, he said: "Push your pants and underpants back down. Then stand there with your hands at your sides."
There was Kate, standing against the wall, her rear there for all of us to see. I felt a little shudder. "OK, Bret, you're next," said Rich.
I actually considered looking away, but in the end I did watch. And yes, there were glimpses of his penis: he did make some effort to hide but there was no way he could be entirely successful.
He certainly did look embarrassed about the whole thing, but he went through with it and soon stood next to Kate. "OK, you're next, Melissa," he said.
I tell you, when you do something that far out of character it all takes a sort-of dream-like quality. I walked through the motions but it was someone else doing it. But it was certainly me feeling the pain. And in the humiliating position standing there next to Bret and Kate. So I only heard what happened with John.
Then we all stood there, facing the wall. Still with our pants and underpants down. I could easily imagine what kept us there: how do four people silently agree that the time has come to stop doing something like that? "Good start," said Rich. "Now for this next one, we're going to have to lose the clothes."
I heard him approaching. "OK Kate," he said, "step out of those." I could tell he was helping her and soon he was on to Bret. Then he was taking the rest of my things off! And I simply went along with it all.
When he was done I heard him leave, then heard noises as if he were dragging something. Then he spoke. "This next is going to be a bit painful," he said. "So I have something we call our horse that will help you hold your position. I'm sure you all will do very well. Kate?"
He'd come close and I gather he'd touched her and she'd turned. "Listen, Rich," she said.
"No talking," he said calmly. "Now lean forward and I'll strap you in."
I heard him doing things. "Rich?" came Kate's voice. She sounded absolutely frightened.
"Don't worry, we do this all the time," said Rich. Then the sounds continued, probably for a full minute. "OK, we're ready," said Rich.
There was a whistling and a loud smack. Immediately I heard Kate vocalizing but it was muffled and soft. Another whistle and smack followed. Kate's voice: muffled as it was, she sounded like she was in excruciating pain. Another. Then another, then another.
Then nothing. Just her voice. "OK, Kate, when you regain control of yourself, I'll start releasing you."
Another minute passed, then came the apparent sound of her being released. "I know it was hard Kate, but you did very well," he said. "I'll have you out in a moment."
Then suddenly came the sound of her breathing, hard. "Come on, you can stand," said Rich. "Over this way," and I heard him lead her to the opposite side of the room. Then he was back over by us. "OK, Bret," he said.
How could I just stand there and listen to that? And how could John? Rich went through all the same things with Bret though Bret didn't give those muffled vocalizations. I found myself trembling as I listened.
"OK, your turn, Melissa," he said, next to me, far to soon. He took my hand and led me around as if we were about to dance.
It was wooden, an odd thing that's hard to describe. "Right here," he said, showing me where to lean over the thing. It supported me, rather comfortably in fact once he'd made a couple of adjustments. Then I found my legs strapped tightly, then my wrists, leaving me totally unable to move my body or limbs. Then he gagged me.
It held my rear higher than my body which was slanted down just a little. I was totally helpless. I was facing Kate and Bret who stood, totally nude, facing the wall.
Then it hit me. I let out a yell, which was obviously muffled to nearly nothing. For all the fear I'd felt and the imagining, I never knew it was going to be that painful. Then another one, and another. "Well, what's this?" came a voice.
I turned my head to see a woman just inside the front door. The blows had stopped after three. Kate and Bret had received five. "Kate, is that you?" said the woman.
"Hello Dear," said Rich.
She walked over to Kate and Bret. "Well this is a surprise." She gave Kate a little smack on the rear and I saw her jump. I thought she was giving Bret a considering look.
"They're newbies," said Rich. "I was giving them each five, and just have to finish up with these two."
"Oh ho," said the woman who I'd easily deduced to be Alice. She walked behind me and it was hard to see but I knew she was next to John. "Still have to do this one?"
"Yes," said Rich.
"I believe I'll take him," she said. "Come with me," she said and I watched her take his hand and lead him out of the room.
I realized I was vocalizing. "Settle down," said Rich, "It's just his punishment. Now two more, right?"
Of course I wasn't in any position to answer. It was horrible: even just two of them, but then he was undoing me from the thing. "OK, over here," he said, leading me to Bret and Kate.
For a moment it was all quiet. I listened for sounds of Alice and John but heard absolutely nothing. "Quite good," said Rich. "I know it's hard the first time, but you were troupers. I think I'll have you wait like this until John's ready."
Then nothing. Soon came sound of Rich dragging that thing away again. But the three of us stood there, naked, each having let Rich whip us on that thing. I'd noticed a long stick of some sort lying against the wall. Rich came back in and there was still no sound in the rest of the house.
It might have been five minutes, it might have been ten. My husband and that woman. I couldn't believe this was happening to me and I was merely standing there. So what should I do? Turn and make a scene, naked, having just allowed myself to be spanked like that? I got edgier and edgier. I certainly trusted John but we'd just gone so much further than I'd ever imagined we'd go. And that Alice, she was definitely attractive.
We stood. Rich simply let us keep standing, making no indication as to what we should do next other than face the wall. Minute after minute.
Then finally I heard footsteps. "Time to join your friends again," came the voice, Alice's, and I sensed John approach, standing next to me. "OK folks," said Alice, "you can dress now. I'm sure Rich enjoyed having you."
We didn't speak: we merely dressed. In the car it was awkward. We all said rather weak byes when we let Kate and Bret off at their house, then it was just John and me.
John said nothing: he simply drove without looking at me. Was it guilt? I was so nervous as I looked at him. "What did you and Alice do?" I asked. My heart was about to jump out my throat.
"Lets not talk about it."
No! No! I kept saying the word to myself. I took a deep breath. "Did you have sex?"
He let out an almost hysterical laugh. "God no!" he said.
I could see he was amazed by the whole idea, which eased my mind a bit, but I was also uneasy for other reasons. He obviously wasn't himself. I let the subject drop but found my curiosity continued. A couple of days later I brought it up again. "What did Alice do to you?"
He immediately took on a pained look. For a moment I thought he was going to tell me but suddenly he said: "Please, let's not talk about it."
I had the queasy feeling again: why was it secret? Was he truthful about the sex? Maybe it wasn't actual sex but something? Did she touched him? She had to find him attractive. "I'm sorry," he said, apparently seeing that I was ready to speak again. "I'd really rather not think about it."
Why was his response making me feel so uncomfortable? "Honey?" I said. I had to find out more about how he was taking this. He didn't answer but he did look at me. "Do you want to go visit them again?" He stared at me in amazement. "I'm serious," I said.
I watched his face. I could see he was thinking. He was considering it; there had to be a part of him that wanted to go back.
My face must have shown horror because I saw him spot it. "No!" he said, suddenly, forcefully. "Please, let's drop it."
Well it certainly stuck in my mind after that, for weeks. Amazement at what we'd done. Wondering about Kate and Bret, what there reaction was. Wondering how I'd managed to go through it all, the humiliating spanking, the painful whipping. How Rich had so easily talked us into it all. About John, away with Alice, and his reaction afterward. As it held my mind captive, I saw John would notice me watching him. He was still quiet and I always found myself looking for more signs. What was on his mind?
"You keep thinking about it," he finally said one day. There was absolutely no question between us what it was. "You're still trying to figure out what your reaction is to the whole thing."
"Yes," I said. He certainly described my confusion to a tee.
"Listen," he said quietly. He came up and took me in his arms, looking down at me. "I know what you're thinking" he said. Yes, it felt so good to be in his arms: that's where I had to be. Thoughts of what we'd been through together. Thoughts of lying with him. I wanted him so bad. He kissed me tenderly and I knew I'd follow him anywhere. He spoke again: "But under no circumstance let that woman take you off into another room. Trust me."
Cyan Stories
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