Grocery Store Part 11

   When I got home, Mrs.  A's house, I was greeted at the door by Mrs.  A.

   "Do you realize what time it is?" She asked.  "It is 1:00 AM in the
morning.  You are lucky I didn't lock you outside.  You know you are never
to stay out this late on a school night."

   "I'm sorry!" I replied.  "I was also late getting Liz home, and I was
spanked by Liz and her mom."

   "Please, no more of your excuses.  You know you deserve to be spanked
right here and now." Mrs.  A said.

   "As I said, I was just spanked and am very sore.  Please don't spank
me!" I pleaded.

   "Then let me see your spanking results.  Drop your pants right now and
bend over." All I wanted was to go to bed, but instead I dropped my pants
and underwear and bent over.

   Next, I felt her hands on my very sore bottom.  "Yes, they did do a good
job of spanking you.  But you still deserve a spanking.  I will be home all
day Wednesday.  Why don't you decide when you want to be spanked and bring
me the large wooden paddle with holes in it.  Drop your pants and bend
over, and I will give you at least nine swats with it."

   "Thank you for not spanking me now." I told Mrs.  A.  Then I went on to
tell her, "Yes, I will get the paddle for you so you can spank me sometime
during the day." I couldn't believe I said that to her.  I wasn't looking
for another spanking so soon.  "I just need to sleep now." And off to bed I
went.

   Wednesday is my busy school day.  I have classes from the morning until
five o'clock.  I do have an hour break in the afternoon, but that is before
my Philosophy class that I did so bad on the test, so I decided to stay at
school and study instead of being spanked.

   I was expecting to get home, eat with Mrs.  A, and then have her spank
me.  But when I got home, the house was full of women and there was a smell
of food everywhere.  Mrs.  A came up to me and said, "Once a month this
group of my friends have a potluck supper, and it is my turn to have it
here.  There is plenty of food, and you are welcome to join in.  Also,
before you arrived from your classes, I told them about you.  So first,
change into your lounge pants and t-shirt, then just enjoy the food and eat
with us."

   "Okay." I said.  "I have had a long day of classes and I am very
hungry."

   So first, I went into my room, closed the door, and changed clothes.  I
also made sure my room was neat and clean, with everything put away in its
proper place.  After I changed clothes I headed for the kitchen.

   The kitchen table was full of freshly homemade food.  I got a plate and
heaped the food on it and went out into the living room.  There were women
seated on every chair and they even had all of the kitchen chairs in the
living room.

   But the women who were seated on the couch scooted over and one of
patted the couch in the empty spot and said, "Here is a spot for you,
please join us."

   As I was eating this fantastic food, they asked me many questions.

   "How long have you been living here?  Do you like it here?  How did you
meet Mrs.  A?  Why are you wearing those clothes?  Why are the paddles
hanging in your room?"

   Now their questions were getting more personal and embarrassing for me,
but I decided to answer truthfully.  As I answered their questions, they
kept asking more and more personal questions.  I was also busy eating, but
soon I noticed that as I answered their question, the whole room was quiet
and all of the women were listening to my answers.

   As I said, I answered their questions honestly, and soon I was telling
them how I am spanked by Mrs.  A, Liz, and their friends.  I also ended up
telling them about the spanking I just received from Liz and her mother.

   Then Mrs.  A asked me, "Aren't you suppose to bring out the wooden
paddle from your room and ask me to spank you?"

   "Please, not now!" I pleaded.  "Not in front of all of these women."

   "If you wait any longer, your spanking will be doubled or even tripled.
So go to your room and bring out the large wooden paddle with the holes in
it."

   "Okay.  But this is unfair and embarrassing." So I went to my room and
got the paddle.  I always hate to get spanked with this paddle because the
holes make the paddle really sting me.

   As I returned with the paddle, the women were rearranging the chairs so
they were in a large U shape.  In the middle of the U were two wooden
straight back chairs facing the women and they were about a foot apart. 
Mrs.  A was standing next to them.

   I handed Mrs.  A the paddle and she said, "Clyde, take off your pants
and kneel on the chairs with one knee on each chair, then bend over and put
your hands on the floor."

   "But this will completely expose me to all of your women friends!" I
complained.  "Can't we do this later on, after they are gone."?

   "You just added an extra five swats to your spanking for your
complaining and trying to delay your spanking." Mrs.  A said.  "If you wait
any longer or complain some more, then I will another five more for a total
of ten added swats."

   "Okay, I'm taking off my pants." I said.  "Don't add anymore swats."

   "When Clyde finally got home really late last night, he agreed to at
least nine swats of the paddle.  Plus he added five more for his
complaining, so he will get at least fourteen swats of the paddle."

   As I knelt on the chairs I asked again, "Is this really necessary!  I
don't want to completely expose myself to all of your women friends.  This
isn't fair."

   "You just added another five swats for a total of nineteen swats, and I
am going to round up that number to twenty swats.  So you better hurry up,
bend over, and put your hands on the floor."

   Even ten swats from this wooden paddle really stung and left my poor
bottom really red, and now I am going to get twenty swats on top of the
spanking I received from Liz and her mom last night.  Plus, with my knees
spread wide apart and being bent over like this, my penis and balls were
completely exposed and dangled down between my legs.

   "Clyde brought home Elizabeth, his girlfriend, too late last night, so
he was spanked by Elizabeth and her mom.  This made him really late getting
home, and since he was recently spanked, I delayed his spanking until now.
Before I give him at least twenty new swats from this paddle, you are
welcome to come up to see and feel his bottom from his recent spanking."

   "Please, this is so embarrassing!" I complained.

   "Be better be quiet, or even more swats will be added." Mrs.  A said.

   So now I was aware of all of these women around me, and some were even
touching my totally exposed bottom.  I even felt fingers on my skin around
my dangling penis and balls.

   "I notice all of his hair has been shaved down here, and he feels so
nice and smooth." One woman said.

   "Yes, Elizabeth and I like to keep him this way, shaved and smooth."
Mrs. A said.  "Since he is a naughty little boy, he might as well look like
a little boy.  Besides, it serves as a constant reminder to Clyde that he
will be spanked if he is naughty.  In fact, Elizabeth's mom shaved Clyde
last night.  She even shaved his whole bottom.  That is why he feels so
smooth and nice."

   "Clyde, your spanking is going to work this way.  After you ask me to
start your spanking, I will give you one swat from the paddle.  Then you
are to say the number for that swat, then 'Thank you.  Please give me
another.' Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Mrs.  A." I replied.  I hate it when I have to count my swats, and
then ask for another one.  "Will you please start my spanking now?"

   I heard the women comment, "You have trained Clyde well."

   I braced myself and then, SWAT.

   It seems like when I am spanked with this paddle, the first and last
swat stings the most.  But I replied, "One.  Thank you.  Please give me
another."

   SWAT!

   "Two.  Thank you.  Please give me another." I have never been spanked in
this position before, with this paddle, with my legs spread so wide apart.
This made even my most sensitive skin sting and hurt.

   SWAT!

   "Three.  Thank you.  Please give me another." Now I was beginning to
forget that all of these women were watching me being spanked, because it
stung so much.

   SWAT!

   "Four.  Thank you.  Please give me another."

   SWAT!

   "Five.  Thank you.  Please give me another." I was only a quarter of the
way through with my spanking, and it was really hurting already.

   "Don't squirm around, or I will add more swats to your spanking." Mrs. A
said.

   SWAT!

   "Six.  Thank you.  Please give me another." Now I had to concentrate on
holding still.

   This continued on until I received the full twenty swats of the paddle.
Now my poor bottom was really sore and heated up.  I still stayed in
position because I knew that I would receive more swats if I stood up
before given permission to.

   "Remember the tickets I handed out when everyone came in for door
prizes? Well now they will be used for something else." Mrs.  A told the
group of women.  "Although Clyde has just been spanked with the paddle, I
still believe he deserves an over the knee hand spanking from one of you.
The person whose number is draw will sit in the center of the couch, and
Clyde will lie over your lap for this spanking.  So ladies, clear the couch
and someone get a hand towel from the bathroom, so you can put that on your
lap and Clyde will not accidentally mess up your clothes."

   I heard some shuffling about and then Mrs.  A said, "And the number is
216."

   "Yea, that's me!" I heard a woman exclaim.

   "So sit in the center of the couch and Clyde will ask you to spank him.
Clyde, stand up now, put your hands on your head, stand in front of Alice
and ask her to spank you." Mrs.  A said.

   My poor bottom was burning hot from the paddling, but yet when I stood
up I still had a raging erection.  It must have been an automatic reaction
to seeing all the women in the room again.  I put my hands over my head and
walked over to the couch.  Seated on the couch was a woman about ten years
older than me with a nice summer dress on.  A towel was placed on top of
her dress.  I didn't want to say it, but I said, "Will you please spank
me."

   "I'd be happy to." Alice said.  "Please bend over my lap."

   The couch helped me lay horizontally, so my full body weight wasn't on
her.  Although the towel was on her, I felt her thighs widened and my penis
and balls dangled between them.

   "Spread your legs so she can properly spank you." Mrs.  A said.

   Now I was completely exposed again, but this time in a different
position.  I actually do like being in this position, over a woman's lap. I
can smell her perfume, feel her warm body, and feel her body as she
breaths. So when my spanking started, although it stung my tender bottom, I
didn't mind it.

   After a few minutes, Mrs.  A said.  "Can someone get my scarves by the
door.  I will need them for the next stage of Clyde's spanking." Then I
felt a scarf go over my eyes so I couldn't see.  Next, my arms were moved
behind my back and secured with another scarf.

   "The next number to be drawn will rub lotion on Clyde's bottom, while he
is still laying on Alice's lap.  Number 240!"

   "That's me!" I heard a woman's voice say.

   "Here is the lotion.  Apply it all over his poor bottom." Mrs.  A said.

   The lotion felt very good.  "My, his poor bottom is really hot." The
woman said.  I could feel her fingers go everywhere.  They made sure my
legs stayed apart, and it was very arousing to have this done to me.

   "Now help Clyde stand up, since he can't see.  And Clyde, stand there
with your legs spread apart."

   I couldn't see anything, but I was still aware I had a full erection.

   "The next number drawn will milk Clyde.  Number 201."

   "That's me!" I heard.

   "Put some lotion on your hands and use the towel that was Alice's lap."

   Then I felt her hands stroking my penis.  Not being able to see only
enhanced my feelings and my sensations.

   "Go ahead, and let it go." A woman whispered into my ear.

   Soon, I literally exploded into the towel.  She kept stroking me until
every last drop was out of me.

   After a minute or two, the scarves came off my eyes and hands.  Looking
around, I could not tell who rubbed the lotion on my bottom or who had
milked me.

   "Clyde, you can go to your room now." Mrs.  A said.
   Now I was wondering what I got myself into, living in Mrs.  A's house. 
