by Laetitia
"OOOOOOMYGOD!"
CRACK! "That’s three..."
In the next room down Becca was being strapped by a fairly angry Jeff.
"What in the name of all that is holy possessed you?"
SWAP! The heavy leather strap seemed to sink in and wrap around searing every inch of Becca’s butt.
"Stop! Please stop! I know it was stupid!"
SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!
"I’ll never...never talk to that woman again!...I swear!"
SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!
"Owwww! I’m sorry...soooo sooorrryy!"
SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!
"Well now you have something to do," Jeff said, SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!
SWAP!
"Trying to sit is going to be a real challenge for awhile. Maybe it will keep you from getting into so much mischief!"
SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP!
SWAP!
"Jeff! Stop! I can’t take any more. You’re killing me!"
"No...I’m not killing you. What I am doing is giving you a well deserved lesson in deportment. Have you learned it?"
SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! SWAP! "Yeeeeessss!
To add to the symphony of swats and screams, Chris was belaboring Jess’s bottom with the old family hairbrush. He was tired. He’d started her off with a hand spanking and a lecture, then progressed to a fairly thorough application of the hard maple brush. He was running out of targets on her bottom that were not glowing bright red already.
"I can not believe after all the discussions we’ve had about decorous behavior, you’d allow someone to douse you down with water so you could stroll around looking half naked!"
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Jess was panting. "I...I ...won’t...ever...do...anything..."
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"Owwwch! Please stop!..."
Darren was making an enormously stingy impression on Mandy’s bottom with a heavy wooden ruler. He’d crossed, and crossed her butt again, laying welts in straight lines like roads to market.. Now he was focusing on the "sit spot"
that he knew from experience would stay with her. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT! SWAT!
"OWWWWW!! Enough! Enough!
"You still don’t understand!" SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "I tell you when it’s enough." SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
SWAT!
"OWWWWWWWWWCH!"
* * * * *
The men all concluded their spankings at about the same time. It could’ve been that they had subconsciously been listening to the activity in the other rooms and didn’t want to give a lighter punishment than the rest of the fellows, but more likely, the men were beginning to get more comfortable at gauging how much was enough to teach a lesson without breaking a spirit.
The house was finally quiet. Five young brides had been spanked soundly and put to bed, and their husbands were sharing a brandy in the library. They were a tired and sore group...pleased to have done their duty, but worn out physically and mentally.
A polite tap on the door elicited no response whatsoever. The massive oak doors swung open to reveal Canfield with bowls of ice and cold compresses.
"Thought these might be wanted," he said. "When I was first married, my hand would swell up somethin’ fierce. Take heart, though boys," he continued with a twinkle in his eye. "If ye done it right, they’ll be a sight worse offn’
you!" He chuckled to himself as he re-filled glasses, and then departed almost silently.
"Here’s to Old Canfield" Justin raised his glass. "Who’d have thought he’d have had so much starch in him!"