This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
This story's setting is mid-November of 2002 in a residential subdivision in the U.S.A., starting at the local chapter meeting of the Sisterhood of Spousal Correction.
Swapping
By
The Crimson Kid <CrimsnKid6@aol.com>
Realizing that she had only overheard brief snatches of the disturbing discussion, Pamela McMichael noneless felt compelled to intervene--the conversation had, after all, occurred during a Sisterhood meeting. She briskly moved to intercept her three friends, two athletic blondes and one plump brunette, as they walked toward the building's exit, spouses following.
"Ladies," she called, "Could I talk to you immediately?" She glanced at the husbands. "Please wait outside, boys." Peter Reynolds, slim and brown-haired, nodded. "Yes, Miss Pamela." He and his fellow 'spousal affiliates,' Paul Royalton and Jake Waverly, hurriedly departed. Paul, dark blond and solidly built, had received a very thorough bare-bottomed public strapping from his wife Barbara during the meeting and was still sniffling slightly. As he left, Pamela regarded his trouser-covered buttocks and remembered the occasions on which they'd been nakedly presented to undergo blistering chastisement from herself.
It was difficult to completely control the sexual energy engendered by the Sisterhood's husband-spanking approach, Pamela knew. At meetings, men were embarrassed by naughty-little-boy treatment, their posteriors were exposed (although genitals were always covered) and then soundly walloped (always using implements) in front of cheering, whistling women; usually the spankings were administered by their own wives, but sometimes by other sisters. Pamela had considered banning non-marital punishments at chapter activities--but that had seemed hypocritical since, as counselor/co-ordinator, she herself officially gave every newcomer's husband a humiliatingly bare-assed, seat-stinging 'introduction' to the Sisterhood. The Sisterhood's clearcut purpose was to strengthen marriages, but what every local co-ordinator had been warned about was apparently happening within her chapter. Pamela confronted her sisterly compatriots.
"What's up, Pam?" asked dark-haired Barbara Royalton. "Well, Barb, I just overheard your conversation...about husband-swapping." Although she hadn't heard the entire exchange, Pamela didn't reveal that information. "Sounds interesting, doesn't it?" Candy Waverly enthused. "Just for a change of scenery, naturally..." "Scenery, right--a different view." Miranda chuckled. "We're only doing it among our three couples, Pam," Barbara added. "It'll only work with guys that we're personally close to, obviously."
"That makes no difference," Pamela responded, "It's clearly against the national charter and I can't knowingly allow it." Candy looked puzzled. "Why, Pam...?" "Wait," Barbara interjected suddenly. "How much did you overhear, Pam?" "Enough to revoke your Sisterhood memberships, if you actually--" "Not enough," Barbara interrupted--then smiled knowingly. "Can you be at Candy's house at ten-thirty Saturday morning?" "What kind of a voyeur do you think I am?" Pamela demanded. "We already know that." Miranda grinned, realizing the situation.
Thirty-seven hours later, Pamela arrived at the Waverly residence only three minutes before Paul drove up in his silver Toyota Camry. When Candy answered the front doorbell's ring he was sheepishly waiting, holding an envelope which he hesitantly handed to her. "Come in, Paul." She smiled devilishly. "Did Barb inform you about our guest?" "Hello, Paul." Pamela nodded at him, and he halted abruptly. "Mih-Miss Pamela...Good morning, ma'am." Paul looked striken. "I guess Barb let it be a surprise, huh?" Candy opened the envelope and read the slip of paper inside. "Disrespectful language, including profanity--which your bare bottom was spousally strapped for on Wednesday, young man?" His gaze was downcast. "Yes, ma'am." "So this is your reminder session, little boy--eight dozen with the Bear Behind paddle across my lap, then two dozen with the three-tailed tawse bent over the couch back." She glanced at the paper again. "Oh, and anything extra that Miss Pamela would like to administer too--if she desires." Pamela beamed broadly. "I do. Profanity, naughty child? We'll just see about that!"
Three minutes later Candy was sitting on her Ottoman, her solid blue over-the-knee paddle gripped in her right hand with her sleeves rolled up. Pants at his knees, Paul was bent over her left thigh while her right leg scissored across his thighs and her left hand pinned his right wrist behind his back; his thong-separated naked buttocks, quivering anxiously, were starkly projected upward as Candy rubbed them with the paddle's striking surface. "Your strap stripes are faded," she remarked cheerily, "But after your bare-assed paddling the tawse will give you fresh bright ones." "Then I'll apply this Spencer paddle over them," Pamela addeded, "As a service to Barb." Standing, she fondly caressed the fearsome spanking implement. "You seem pretty relieved, Pam" Candy noted, raising her own paddle high then swinging it swiftly downward.
Pamela chortled as the hardwood cracked against Paul's vulnerably-exposed derriere--SMACK!!--eliciting his sharp gasp. "This kind of swapping gets my stamp of approval..." {The End}
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2001
Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A good story full of amusing little touches. I liked - at least in this fictional setting - the "reverse sexism" (men dismissively adressed as "boys", and punished in front of "cheering, whistling women"). I think the Sisterhood could end up with a lot of bratty, deliberately misbehaving guys on their hands if they were not careful, though.
If I may offer some constructive critisism, there were IMHO too many named characters for such a relatively short piece. Maybe it's just my poor short-term memory, but without more characterization (which would of course make the piece even longer), I found it difficult to keep track of which husband belonged to which wife.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
Another good wife-spanks-husband story. Some nice ideas here, along with the kind of humiliation scenes which are a crucial part of the genre. The dialogue is fun and the descriptions competent. Massively over the agreed word limit though.