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Erotica by special guest author Fred Spankmanbare
It was on a Saturday evening a couple of years ago, round about this time of year (mid-December), that I got my first public spanking. I say “public” but there was only one extra person present – Ann, who is Pat’s long-time best friend from their schooldays. It was a very thorough spanking, and it came in addition to the usual Saturday morning caning for offences committed during the week. Pat used the bath brush that evening, a spanking instrument which she doesn’t resort to very often, and having a witness to the performance was a “first” for us. I found that very exciting and it was well worth the extra-sore bottom I had afterwards. It happened this way:
After I have been caned I usually feel much better, but after my morning caning that Saturday the day somehow just went from bad to worse, and by the evening I was in a foul mood. I fully expected to be punished for it, and I was actually quite looking forward to that because I knew I needed some more discipline to sort me out. Little did I know the “extra ingredient” that was in store. Ann had been invited to our house for a meal in the evening (her husband was away), and my mood was no better by the time the three of us sat down to eat.
I’m afraid my grumpiness ruined the whole thing, and while Pat and I were in the kitchen preparing the after-dinner coffee she warned me that my bad temper had to be corrected and that I was going to get a good spanking later. The door from the kitchen to the dining room was open, however, and Ann heard every word Pat had said. When we came back in with the coffee there was a long silence and then Ann said “Em, er, I couldn’t help hearing what you said in the kitchen just now. I’ve always been interested in the idea of marital spanking but I’ve never got into it. Are you really going to spank him tonight?” “Yes, I certainly am”, Pat replied. Ann smiled and gasped with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. “Ohhhh”, she whispered, “do you mind me asking, could I stay and watch?” “Hmmmm, it would probably be good for him so I don’t see why not”, Pat said, looking over at me. I nodded silently. “And do you do it on his bare bottom?”, asked Ann, her eyes shining. “Always”, Pat told her. “It’s no good any other way. Bare bottom is much the most effective way to administer discipline, and anyway I much prefer giving it that way”.
By this time we had all lost interest in the coffee and nobody was saying anything. The atmosphere was electric. Eventually Pat turned to me and said “Well, if Ann is going to be present for your spanking there’s no reason to delay. Go upstairs and fetch the bath brush please. We’ll do it down here.” When I returned with our long-handled bath brush the girls had cleared one end of the table and placed a chair against it, seat facing outwards, ready for me to be spanked on. Pat was standing beside the spanking chair and I handed her the punishment instrument. Ann had moved her chair away from the table to get a good view of the performance. “Kneel on the chair”, my wife said. Then she ordered me to take down my trousers, then my underpants. Then the command “Bend Over”. As I slowly bent over onto the table as instructed, I heard Ann gasp again. “Ooooh, look at those marks! Has he been naughty already?” Pat pulled up my shirt to fully expose my bottom and explained that the rich stripes were from the caning she had given me just that morning. Then she started the spanking.
While the spanks didn’t sound too hard they certainly felt that way as they landed on top of my cane marks. I got about 20, before she paused. I could hear Ann breathing heavily, and my wife asked her if she would like to have a go. “Oh yes please”, Ann replied, so Pat handed her the bath brush, saying “its best if you give it to him low down on his buttocks. And take your time”. Ann began very timidly, I hardly felt anything, and my wife told her to give it to me harder. Wow! The next spank, and the following ones, were much harder than Pat had given me, but Ann was clearly enjoying it so much that I got about another dozen scorchers from her before she stopped, still breathing heavily.
After that I was allowed to get up and rub my bottom, which was glowing and throbbing after the hard spanking on top of my morning caning. While I rubbed, the sting subsided and the erotic glow increased. That, and the added excitement of having been spanked in public made my penis start to grow. It swung heavily as I carefully pulled up my underpants and then my trousers. If Ann noticed, she didn’t say anything but she was standing behind me for most of that time so she might not have seen.
We made a fresh pot of coffee and relaxed while Pat explained to Ann all the details of how she disciplines me – her different canes, her riding whip, my Punishment Panties, the lot. Needless to say, an invitation was issued – and happily accepted – for Ann to be present the next time I was due to be caned or whipped, and to take part in the proceedings. It was agreed that we would wait until after the Christmas/New Year social whirl before taking that step.
I’ll tell you all about that, and other exciting developments which ensued, in later posts.
That “public” spanking was a first for me. It would be good to get comments from those of you who have been spanked in front of a witness/participant. Did you find that having someone else watching or taking part added to the occasion, or detract from it?
Story © Fred Spankmanbare, 2011 - used here by very kind permission