Story Four
The auburn July and her best friend Jes had been invited to tea with July's Uncle George. They had tried to get out of it, but for some reason he had been very insistent....
DW
Why were we having tea with Uncle George? Jes and I had more or less been brought up by Uncle George in the absence of our fathers on Naval service, and on many occasions we had found ourselves over his lap. He corrected our sins with a hairbrush on our chubby young bottoms. Now we were both married, and living near to each other, that is until we went on a girls' night out. For some reason we got well and truly sloshed, and ended up being brought home by the local cops! Next morning our furious husbands gave us a right dressing down, and a day or so later we received an insistent invitation to tea from Uncle George.
He was his usual charming self, but then tea over, he said. "Now perhaps you are wondering why you are here. Well your husbands telephoned me to tell me of your disgraceful behaviour on Saturday night. They felt you deserved a sound spanking, which I agree with, but they might be too soft-hearted to do it properly, so, to put it bluntly, they have asked me to do the honours."
"Oh" said Jes, "Well I suppose it's not the first time is it? So perhaps it will wipe our slates clean. I think we deserve it." I nodded agreement.
"Very well, but I think you are both too old for the hairbrush so..." He stood up, and went to a drawer, and took out an ominous looking leather strap, which he slapped against his palm. "Who's first?" There was a stony silence. "All right, I'll decide, Jes, you're the oldest. Go to the sofa, pull up your skirt, and then bend over the back of it."
"Yes uncle," said Jes meekly, her cheeks flaming, as she tugged up her skirt, and arched herself over the sofa back, her plump bottom tightly covered with cream silk knickers. Oh dear, I thought, this is going to be very different to the hairbrush. I wondered where the strap had come from; perhaps he used it on Aunt Helen!
"Right over, Jes, I want those fancy knickers taut. I really should take them down, but as you are now married ladies, I'll just have to whack harder. Six of the best, and that's probably only for starters." He raised the strap over his shoulder and thwacked it down across the middle of Jes's plumped out backside.
"Owooo", she wailed, her stockinged legs kicking frantically. He waited for her to settle, and then thwacked again. My own bottom tingled beneath my skirt, soon it would be suffering the same fate. Why had I not worn some sensible knickers, my tiny thong, would leave me bum cheeks nearly bare when I bent over..........
Ron
Uncle George now turned to July. "As I said, both of you are no longer small children and you will understand that measures need to be taken appropriate for a 25 years old lady. July for you this implies that you will be wearing a special punishment dress after you have received your discipline."
July was blushing. It would not be done with receiving the strap. No, afterwards she would be reminded for a yet undetermined period of her humiliation. And it would be visible to all those initiated into the knowledge.
July had no time to recover from her first shock. Uncle George put a package on the table. "This is your new punishment dress", holding what appeared to be a long sleeved dress made of very heavy grey wool. It was nearly floor length and, as she was soon to discover, knitted from very thick and especially coarse wool, which would add to the discomfort. "This fuzzy turtleneck dress is knitted in double ply", Uncle George said, "You will have the full pleasure." Two layers of fabric created a turtleneck gripping tightly around her neck and reaching with its itchy material right up to her chin. The close fitting dress would underline her figure. But although July had a perfect S-size body, the heavy material would made her looking plump. Her breasts, accentuated by a raised waistband laced by a cord just beneath them, would no longer look like tiny B-cups but as if she was wearing a heavy C or D.
"You won't be wearing underwear when enclosed in your punishment dress." Uncle George made it clear that purposely the sensitive skin of her breasts, nipples, bottom and thighs, especially when prepared by the bite of the strap, should be exposed to the coarse material.
July would discover all this just after the discipline had been executed. But even beforehand she knew how it would be to accept this way of punishment. "Robert would never ask this from me." Her husband was her last resort for help. "It will be itching awfully and it is summer right now. I would be sweating like hell". She had tears in her eyes. She was desperate.
"I know July; this will make you appreciate every fibre of the wool." She turned around to see Robert standing in the doorstep. "Your parents invited us for dinner tonight. An excellent opportunity to present the new dress."
DW
As Chain Story 4 seems to have ground to a halt, may I continue my contribution, as I can not think up a sequel to Ron's:-
"Thwack", the strap struck for the third time across Jes's straining knickers, making her howl and squirm. What would it be like on my poor bare bottom? Uncle George quickly delivered the final three whacks. He gave his wriggling niece a hearty smack and said, "Up you get Jes". She stood up frantically rubbing her smarting rear, hopping up and down.
"Stop rubbing your bottom, Jes, and stand over there, skirt up, and if I see you rubbing, you'll be back over with your knickers down", he said sternly, and then turning to me, "Your turn now July, bend over like Jes was".
With leaden steps, I went to the chair, and arched myself over its back, my thin skirt taut across my plump bottom. "Get your skirt up July."
I looked round pleadingly. "Please Uncle, it's very thin, do I have to?" And then I shrieked as the strap thwacked across it; The old days of the hairbrush, were a mere tickle after that.
"That one doesn't count, and they won't until your skirt is up". Miserably I reached back, and tugged my tight skirt up until it was clear of my curvy rear. "Well, I see why you did not want your skirt up, and those knickers, if you can call them that are quite disgraceful for a respectable married lady; you deserve a dozen for that."
"Pease, uncle, no!"
"Don't argue and bend over tighter." I arched myself even further over the chair, my thong cutting into my slit, and that strap snaked across my bare bottom. I howled and pleaded in vain, squirming and wriggling, as uncle turned my poor bottom into a scalding throbbing bonfire. I lost count of the strokes, until at last he stopped.
I lay there bottom blazing, but also feeling rather randy! Someone started clapping. I looked round; there in the door stood my husband Robert, and Jes's Simon.
"Well done, George," said Robert ''That's a fine undercoat you have painted on my naughty wife's backside, now for the top coat", and he advanced on me, a nasty looking wooden paddle in his hand.......
Missydreams
I was shocked. What was he doing here? Where did he get that awful wooden paddle with all those holes in it? He said nothing to me, but unceremoniously pulled my knickers down. For several agonizing seconds, there was no sound except for my ragged breathing. But bottom was burning and cold at the same time. Finally, Robert spoke softly.
"This is a long time coming, young lady."
I winced as I felt the first whack.
"You need to count, July," said Robert sternly. "I'll give you ten, but if you miss one, we start again."
A second time, the paddle came down hard. "Two!" I shouted through clenched teeth.
"No, the first one was just an intro. Start with one."
SMACK. "One."
He got to five and I was fighting not to burst into an unstoppable flood of sobbing. Somehow, I accidentally missed six. Robert started over at the beginning. Finally, then, we made it to ten. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He let me cry for a few minutes.
Then, gently, he said, "Right, then. Put your clothes back on. It's time to go home now.
Jes
As I watched July receive her strokes with the strap, my red hot bottom felt every whack again! OWWW! I don't think I will be able to sit down tonight. I haven't felt so sore since I was last hairbrushed and that was when I was at school. Somehow lifting my school skirt and showing my school knickers had been less humiliating. But I was now a married woman. I had felt a man inside me! I was a real woman now, not a silly schoolgirl. I realised, as my mind wandered, that I was actually becoming turned on with the naughty thoughts about my school days when the most I had ever allowed was a hand inside my blouse over my bra, and a knee rubbing me down there through my school skirt while having a heavy petting session. Then I remembered Mike. On my 16h birthday I had let him touch me inside my bra and caress my nipples till they stood out, and we had then played inside each others panties. It was the one and only time I had let a boy do such a thing, but the thoughts of it were bringing back pleasures which over-rode the pain of my bottom.
"Why are you grinning, Jes?" yelled Uncle George.
Stupidly I said "Well this reminds me of my schooldays".
"What do you mean?" he said, "I cannot believe it!" He stared at me speechless! "You what! Right, go upstairs to your old room. All your clothes are still there. I want you to put on your school uniform and come back down while I think what I should do." he shouted.
I couldn't believe how stupid I had been to tell him. But that was done. I went upstairs, opened the creaking door and looked round the room. Nothing had changed, it was like turning the clock back 7 years. I opened the middle drawer of the unit and there was my folded white blouse, my navy cotton knickers, my navy pleated skirt, my opaque hold ups, my flat shoes and my little 32b white bra. It seemed like a time lapse. I undid the zip of my dress and let it fall to the floor. My 36b bust was covered by a plain cotton bra with wide straps. I unhooked it and exposed my breasts, admiring them in the mirror. The nipples, aroused by my punishment and my wicked thoughts were erect and I blushed. I slipped off my tan pantyhose and then slipped of my silky knickers. I realised that I was a little damp and touched myself to check. MMMMMMM! That brought back my wicked thoughts. Why was it always better touching myself rather than when my husband did it? Although I did like to feel him cumming inside me.
"What's keeping you, Girl!" yelled Uncle George up the stairs.
I took out the navy knickers and spilled them on. the I rolled the hold-ups up my legs. I'll never get into that bra, I thought, but was surprised to find that I did although my breasts were pushed up like a tarty barmaid. I buttoned the white blouse, tied my tie and then slipped the pleated navy skirt up over my hips and let it hang from my waist. Wow! Had I really worn them that short? I wonder how many boys could see my stocking tops in this and how many had had a hard on when they did. I looked again in the mirror and thought "yes, I bet I was considered a sexy little thing then." I wish I had done more with the boys.
"What's keeping you, girl!!"
I turned, opened the door and started down the stirs to face my Uncle George's wrath again........
DW
I struggled to my feet, my hands frantically clutching my blazing backside.
"Stop rubbing your naughty bottom, July!" barked Robert.
"Please, please", I blubbered, but he grasped my hands, and tied them securely together with a length of cord. At that moment Jes came back into the room; I could not believe my eyes, now a curvaceous school girl her full breasts thrusting out her tight blouse, and her short skirt showing her stocking tops, and emphasising her ripe hips.
Simon stood, paddle in hand. "Over there, Jes." he ordered pointing at the chair across which I had just been bent.
"No, no Simon, I won't, my bottom's so sore."
"No such thing as won't." Simon is a big man, and in a trice Jes found her hands tied like mine, except that they were now attached to the lower leg of the chair, holding her tightly bent over for him. He tossed up the back of her pleated skirt, and hauled down her school knickers to her knees, revealing her ample strap-striped bottom, perfectly offered for his paddle, which a moment later thwacked down hard across Jes's vulnerable rear end. She yelled. I knew just how she felt, and my own bottom was telling me how she would soon feel, but I could not bear to watch, and shut my eyes tight, but I could not block out the sound of the whacks and howls. It seemed to go on for ever, but at last the whacks stopped, although the yells went on. I opened my eyes; poor Jes's quivering bottom was the colour of a ripe cherry!
Robert said "Thank you George, a worthwhile afternoon's work." And then grabbing my arm, frog marched me to the door, completely forgetting that my skirt was still up, my thong round my knees, and my hands tied. he shoved me into his car, and I yelped as my tender bottom met the seat. I just hoped we did not get into a traffic jam, with me sitting bound and half naked in the front seat for all to see. Despite the fire in my bottom, my two spankings had made me randily moist, and I could see a firm tent pole thrusting out the front of Robert's trousers. I saw in the mirror that Simon and Jes's car was close behind us.
Robert parked in our drive; oh dear, I hoped the neighbours did not see me being bundled into the house, or the rather mature schoolgirl being marched in behind me.
The next bit must have been planned, Robert placed two chairs facing each other, and he and Simon say down, their knees interlocked, and then surprise, surprise, Jes and I found ourselves side by side, plump bare bottoms upwards, over their combined lap. My right hip pressed against Jes's, and my left against Robert's rampant cock. Then 'smack' a hard male palm, spanked down on my tender left cheek, followed by another palm, presumably Simon's on the other one.
"Oh no! Please, please no more, my poor bum!" I begged, as I heard two more hearty spanks reverberate off Jes's bottom, after which they played our four plump rotundities like jungle tom-toms.....
Sore-ceress
Robert and Simon smiled at each other. They had been waiting for just the right opportunity to punish their wives at the same time. Simon continued spanking Jes, as he ran the index finger of his free hand gently along the wetness she could not prevent. Robert caught on and began playing July, bringing her close to climax, even while slapping her bottom and playfully pinching it.
Jes and July forgot about each other for a moment, as they were deliciously brought to the edge and deliberately kept there. For a time, the actual spanking slowed down, but the teasing brought Jes to ache down there with each gentle pass of her husband's careful fingers. July grunted and wriggled trying to press herself against the fingers that would stiffen and soften alternately.
Both men had planned this with Uncle George and knew that they had promised not to let either wife come to an orgasm without making her understand the nature of her bad behavior. Silently, they agreed that both women were close enough and with a few final hard spanks, the naughty wives were reached under and pushed up to standing position. Their bottoms were hot and sticky. Robert and Simon both had to bring themselves under control so as not to take advantage, just yet.
Robert looked toward the stairs and Simon got his meaning. . .
July
As I stood on my feet again, I felt a bit dizzy. Robert was firm, his strong arms around me, holding me steady. Simon was murmuring something to Jes about staying quiet. Simon's back was to me, so I could not see what he was doing. Both Robert and I just stood and watched Simon, who was deeply concentrating on his task.
I could feel Robert's breath against my neck and his arousal up against my sore backside. My own excitement inside throbbed in time with the ache of my freshly spanked bottom. As I was caught up in my thoughts, I felt Robert gasp. Simon stepped aside and revealed a topless Jes, her own bra used to tie her arms behind her. Her schoolgirl blouse was tucked in her mouth and tied behind her head. As if to demonstrate her helplessness, Simon played with her nipples, pinching and gently rubbing them, right in front of us. I could tell Jes was very embarrassed to have Robert and I staring at her breasts, but we really couldn't help it. I was really turned on now and almost wished it was my nipples exposed and played with like that.
I sighed and Robert began to move behind me. He grabbed a big handful of my hair and moved towards the staircase. I had made a point of making the bed this morning and the guest room had been tidied up for my Aunt Nettie's visit next week. Robert moved his hand to my behind and smacked it twice, as if he knew that I was thinking about something other than the present moment.
As he pulled my skirt off, I realized I must have lost my panties somewhere between the car and the house. The gardener is coming tomorrow, I thought, and he will find them. Now I really felt naked, though I still had on my bra and blouse. My hands were still tied in front of me. Robert checked my bounds and asked if I was ok.
"Yes, dear", I whispered, "I am all right, except I really need your hard cock". Robert whipped me around and spanked my bottom on both cheeks, several times, sharp and swift.
"You will get what is coming to you in due time", was all he said. I could then feel him pull my hair in the direction of the stairs. I could not turn my head to look, but heard Jes and Simon follow us up.
I could feel Simon stare right at my rear and knew the Jes could see everything I keep private. I feel very naughty admitting that knowing they were looking at me made me very wet. As if he read my mind, Robert stopped me on the stairs and only using his hands (no words) he made me spread my legs and hold still. My bottom must have been very red. Robert then began to touch me in the way he knows drives me crazy. I shuddered and trusted that he would not let me fall. Just his light touching of my sex brought me to my edge. He stopped and pulled my hair again to keep moving.
I could hear Jes panting and knew Simon must be taunting her too. We were all on the landing now, just outside the master bedroom. Still holding my hair in his big hand, Robert reached in front of me and swung the door open. He flipped on the light and I took a deep in breath at what I saw in my very own bedroom. What could he and Simon have planned for us now?
sore-ceress
The bedroom was dimly lit and looked like a sultan's private chamber. July and Jes stole a glance at each other, surprised at their husband's decorating skills and nervous at the same time.
Both women were placed at the end of the bed, face down, bottoms up. robert explained that each of the naughty girls will be dressed as pretty slaves, as they will be expected to make amends by being especially obedient.
While Robert spoke, Simon carefully untied and stripped them both, spending a little extra time on Jes's tender backside with soft strokes and hard pinches. completely naked, July was made to stand before Robert.
Robert placed a blindfold on July. She shuddered as he touched her softly, everywhere from her head to her feet. then, still blindfolded, she was dressed in silky feeling pants that showed her backside and a tight fitting top which forced her breasts out and up.
When Robert removed the blindfold, July saw that Jes was dressed the same way.
Spanker
Both men then moved towards the girls, Robert walked towards Jess whilst Simon approached July. Two gags were brought forward from behind their backs, "open!" the command came. Both girks were gagged with rubber ball gags securely buckled behind their heads. Julywas led to the side of the bed, Jess to the right.
"Bend over and clasp hands." Simon said.
As the girls clasped hands two pairs of real steel handcuffs locked together the girls wrists.
"Now for the real punishment." Robert said.
Both girls gasped as a 3ft long crook handled cane landed in front of their eyes. A crop appeared next, then finally a birch splayed its ends across their terrified eyes-wide faces.
"You will both receive 24 strokes of each." Simon informed them.
"No mercy." Replied Robert.
anon
The two girls bottoms were soon writhing under the harsh spankings. Both cried tears of shame as well as pain. Neither had seen the other naked before, which only added to their shame.
little mischievous one
There was a pause and both girls began to relax, thinking their torment was over. They both wept bitterly wondering how they could have been so foolish as to get themselves in this mess. Unfortunately, it seemed their relief was to be short lived as cruel hands pulled them upright and led them to a hard wooden bench, ridged and knobbly, forced each girl into a sitting position and shackled their feet and waists so it was impossible to adjust position to ease the pressure on their scorching bottoms.
sore-ceress
After a time, both men brought a little something for each naughty girl to sip. With slow gentleness, the confinements were removed and slowly Jes and July were helped to stand and stretch. The gags were removed and the blindfolds tugged down so the girls could see each other. Standing a few feet away from each other, both were red-faced at the sight. Nipples showing at the top of tight bodices, completely see through pants with a gap in the fabric at the crotch, neither had ever felt so naked.
Robert and Simon stood behind each girl and enjoyed their discomfort. The men moved Jes and July closer to each other and blindfolded them again. Slowly, with a small step toward each other at every stage, the women were stripped down to naked. Robert assisted Jes and July in lifting their arms above their heads as Simon lowered soft cuffs down from the ceiling.
By now, Jes and July could hear and feel each the others soft panting. Robert teased the nipples of both women and then brought them skin to skin. Both girls drew in their breath sharply, like they just stepped in cold water. They both could feel Simon below them, keeping their legs apart while he tied them to each other. Soon, they could feel each others heart beat and body heat.
Jes was afraid first. She could feel hands slowly slide up the inside of her thighs, parting her wet pussy lips and sliding a smooth, very thick, cool dildo inside her. July squirmed as the same was done to her. As the ladies adjusted themselves, as little as they could, they could feel the stretching and pushing. They could feel fingers exploring. Moments later the gags were back in place. The men did not speak and did not give any warning of what they were planning to do next.
glowwarm
The sound of metal chainlinking made the girls turn their heads toward the noise. Footfalls fell softly on the carpet and then suddenly Jes let out a moan as Robert sucked tenderly on her left nipple. Instantly aroused by the sensation, her nipple hardened and gooseflesh covered her arms. The sucking sensation was gently repeated as though she was being milked and just as she felt relief from this gentle sensation, her nipple was taken between masculine fingers, she knew not by whom. The gentle sucking gave way to a pulling sensation as her nipple was extended forward from her breast.
Suddenly Jes realised what the sound had come from and she could only wait for the pressure and pain of the nipple clamp to fall upon her. She wanted to cry out but the gag prevented anything but a small whimper escaping her throat as the clamp now affixed to her nipple was firmly pulled and tested for its secure fastening. Next she heard the chain links slide between her pert breasts and knew that the pain and pressure would be repeated. Standing immobile from the restraints, she waited for the second clamp to be affixed to her now proud nipple and she was not to be kept waiting.
So what happens next...
