The following Saturday, exactly 2 weeks after Kylie‘s spanking, Chloe, Bart, Kylie and I sat down to discuss Suzanne’s violation of Kylie’s trust. Chloe, somewhat jokingly, offered Kylie an extra seat cushion for her chair at the table. Kylie smirked and reassured Chloe that her butt was “fine.”
“Your little butt had ALWAYS been fine,” I thought to myself – but wisely resisted the urge to share my little joke.
With no prior discussion, Bart blurted out: “Rob, I think you need to beat Suzanne’s ass too!“
“Cool it Bart,” interjected Chloe “Before we talk about punishment we need to be absolutely sure that she is the blabbermouth. Let’s invite her and Blake over for drinks. I’m sure her conscience is quite guilty and, if we are not too confrontational, she will admit to. being the ‘source’.“
“We can’t do it next weekend though, Robbie is rowing in the Head of the Charles for Andover and we are flying to Boston to cheer on our boy,” Chloe continued. “The following weekend might work. Maybe the Kraken are playing and we could all watch it on our big screen.”
“We might also invite Ellen – what is her last name – Lisa Markowitz’s sister. I know that her husband is a big hockey fan,” I added.
“And Blake actually played division one college hockey in Indiana or Illinois I think,” Chloe pointed out.
So the plan was made. A Friday evening get together with Kylie, Bart, Suzanne, Blake, Ellen and her husband. The ladies extended the invitations. Everyone accepted although Ellen‘s husband would be out of town for a medical meeting. Ellen said she would come anyway since her kids were scheduled to go on a camping trip with their church group.
Chloe and I had a wonderful trip to Boston. Robbie’s Andover boat placed third behind Exeter and Choat. We all had lobster dinner the night before the race at Legal Seafood and Robbie informed us that, as a Sophomore, he had already been approached by the Harvard and Dartmouth crew coaches to consider applying Senior year.
So the following weekend, a brisk November Friday night, the gang assembled at our home for pizza, drinks and hockey. Of course the “game plan” was to get everyone a little drunk and then pry a confession out of Suzanne. From the start however, “the spanking” was not discussed or even minimally alluded to.
The drinking started with Chablis, followed by Merlot, followed by Woodford Reserve Double Oaked Bourbon and, ultimately, the king a whiskies, 16 year old Lagavulin scotch – the strongest flavored scotch known to man. Bart passed on the scotch although Ellen was a total champ and downed two and a half glasses on ice.
“That Lagavulin is SERIOUS scotch,” she proclaimed, halfway through her second glass. That won’t just grow hair on your chest, it will grow balls on a mare!”
Ellen’s metaphor sent a pulse of testosterone through my body and I needed to adjust my pants to hide my appreciation.
After Grubauer gave up the winning goal to Panarin in the shootout and we watched the Rangers’ celebration, the TV was turned off. Modestly drunken small talk followed.
With a light, almost humorous tone, Kylie announced, “Well, I just want all of you to know that my heinie has fully recovered from the spanking that Rob delivered last month.” And everyone laughed a little nervously. “I can now sit comfortably at the dinner table.”
More nervous laughter followed.
“I have to wonder though, how did everyone in Indian Lakes find out about it? I know that Chloe and Rob didn’t tell anybody.”
There were a few shrugs around the room and then a quiet voice from the far side of the room—Suzanne’s—confessed, “OK, I admit it. I thought the story was SO hot that I could not keep it to myself. Your description of being bent over Rob’s knee with his hard cock pressed against your leg…”
Chloe gave me a dirty look.
“…while he smacked your butt…”
Suzanne then closed her eyes and tilted her head back as if she was in a dream.
Ellen took a deep breath as Suzanne spoke, almost moving her hand down to touch herself before regaining her composure.
“Well, Suzanne, you know that your ‘sharing’ of this story caused a lot of emotional pain to the four of us,” stated Chloe. “Maybe you deserve some punishment yourself.”
Suzanne nodded her head in resignation. “I suppose Rob should give me a spanking too.”
Immediately I imagined having her well-rounded full backside bent over my left knee. While not as perky as Kylie‘s, it would be a delightful substantial target and would certainly offer a deliciously percussive note as my hand impacted it.
“No,” Chloe stated. “You violated the women’s code of secrecy – a sacrosanct code at that. Your punishment should be delivered by a woman”
“Oh, OK, I guess so” acknowledged Suzanne. “A spanking?”
Chloe opened the hall closet and produced her paddle ball racquet – a wooden classic Sportcraft model with a leather grip, wrist loop and ten-millimeter holes distributed throughout the paddle for aerodynamic efficiency. She slapped her hand with it while staring into Suzanne’s eyes.
Suzanne gasped, “Ouch.”
“Ten,” proclaimed Chloe.
“Five,” countered Suzanne.
“Five – on the bare,” responded Chloe.
“Pants on.” Suzanne tried to negotiate.
“No go, Suzanne, pants are not negotiable,” Chloe held firm. “Five on the bare is our final offer.”
“Three,” Suzanne countered – tears starting to well up.
“On the bare.” Chloe closed the deal.
Suzanne nodded.
“Bend over the sofa. Pants to your knees,” Chloe commanded.
Suzanne complied. She lowered her jeans to her knees and bent over the middle of the sofa. Kylie and Bart stood up from the sofa to create room for Suzanne. Blake and Ellen remained seated in their armchairs. Blake was expressionless. Ellen squirmed in her seat. From her appearance, I suspected that her panties, if not already soaked, would be soaked in a matter of minutes with sweet feminine nectar. She sipped at her scotch with wide eyes.
“Panties!” barked Chloe.
“Please!!!” begged Suzanne.
“No – panties down!” demanded Chloe.
Suzanne reluctantly but obediently lowered her panties to mid thigh. We were all rewarded with the sight of her regal ass perched over the sofa edge – a substantial, firm target for Chloe’s paddle.
“Rob, Bart, come here and hold her in position, I don’t want her to be jumping all over the place,” requested Chloe.
We lost sight of those excellent haunches as we assumed positions on the other side of the couch with our hands on Suzanne’s torso.
Ellen had now given up any sense of propriety. The palm of her hand was firmly pressed against her sex and her thighs were shaking.
Chloe held her paddle firmly and gently touched it to Suzanne’s butt. Suzanne tensed her gluteal musculature in anticipation.
Now Suzanne probably was expecting three moderate half-effort swats like the ones she experienced as a pledge and delivered to pledges while a member of the Delta Delta Delta sorority at University of Florida where she went to college. This was not to be the case here. Chloe, brought her arm back 180 degrees and, with FULL force, swung the paddle squarely into Suzanne’s ass. CRACK! By the time the pain from the first smack had reached Suzanne’s brain, a second full-force CRACK had landed on her butt. She howled as the third and final CRACK landed.
Suzanne jumped—the cumulative pain from the three “spanks” (if you could call them that) exploded in her brain. She screamed and her eyes darted around the room. Chloe stood behind her proudly admiring her handiwork.
And, unexpectedly, her angry eyes landed on her husband Blake!
“You BASTARD! You sat there and let them do it!” she screamed.
She then dove at him, pants and panties still around her knees, and began punching Blake—her own husband!
This was a mistake.
In one motion, Blake—6’2’ and, as I noted earlier, a former Division One hockey player—swung her around, and deposited her face down over his knee and began to wallop her red, swollen paddled ass with SPANK after SPANK after SPANK.
“What do you think happens when you decide to be the town gossip and violate the confidence of your friends?” he shouted as the spanks continued to land unabated and her ass reddened further.
At about two full hard stinging spanks per second, he must have landed about twenty spanks in the ten seconds before Bart and I intervened and got him to stop.
“Pull up your pants!” he barked at her. “We’re going home!”
She struggled to raise her panties and jeans as he pulled her toward the door. At the door, she winced as the fabric touched her red spanked ass. Out the door to the ca,r they went as the five of us stood by.
No words were spoken for almost a minute until Ellen, drunk off HER ass, proclaimed, “That was HOT.”
Kylie and Bart excused themselves and walked home.
Ellen was obviously too drunk to drive home. Chloe offered her a pair of her flannel pajamas. Ellen changed into them in front of us, giving us both a nice look at her soft young titties and round ass.
Chloe placed a pillow under Ellen’s head and covered her with a blanket before we slipped off to bed.
While Chloe brushed her teeth, I snuck a glance at Ellen on the sofa. She had pretended to be asleep earlier but was now vigorously massaging her sex. She caught me looking and smiled but her hand did not slow down.
Can’t wait to smell those pajamas before they go in the laundry tomorrow I thought.
I then returned to the marital bed and plunged into Chloe’s soaking-wet sex. I didn’t last long. It was a very hot evening in November.
