by Carlton Kristain
This story's setting is the evening of January 15, 2007 in a residential subdivision in the USA.
"She couldn't even wait for tomorrow's paper," my husband muttered as he hung up the telephone receiver.
"The new rankings are online already, sweetheart," I informed him patiently. "You knew this was coming, ever since Saturday you've been whining about it."
"It's not really fair," he protested sullenly. "Carolina's still ranked higher than Duke and the Tar Heels lost to Virginia Tech, which had already beaten the Blue Devils, but I'm somehow the one who's going to... who has to..."
I chuckled. "Bare your bouncy bubble-butt for Brittie to blister. Is that what you're trying to say, honeybun? Something like that?"
Paul's facial cheeks pinkened at my childish but accurate alliteration. "How did I end up agreeing to a bet like this one anyway?"
I struggled to stifle a grin, knowing that Brittany and I had maneuvered him into accepting that standing wager by appealing to his masculine ego and his loyalty to his alma mater's basketball team.
"However it happened, darling, it's now a done deal. Your team was knocked out of the top spot in the poll so now you have to pay off Brittie - or at least your naked fanny has to." I couldn't help smirking at his little-boy apprehension.
My spouse's normally handsome features were twisted by a discontented frown. "It was actually a ridiculous bet to make, I don't see why it should be considered-"
"Don't go there, Paul," I interrupted him sharply. "Welshing on a freely agreed-to wager, that would be considered a serious disciplinary offense - by both Brittany and myself." My voice became pedantically pointed. "Right now you're facing a playful bet payoff which will sting you most thoroughly, I'm quite certain. But trying to avoid that would result in a major-league punitive spanking session courtesy of each of us, and in my case that would mean a 'reminder' hairbrush walloping as well."
He gulped anxiously. "You know I wouldn't do anything like that, honey, I was just thinking out loud..."
I stood up and gazed intently into his pale blue eyes, facing upward due to his ten-inch height advantage over me.
"That's gratifying to hear, sweetie, because I know how much Brittany trusts and admires you, and that you'd never want to jeopardize those feelings that she has."
He nodded pensively, conceding my point. "No, of course I wouldn't."
Smiling warmly, I stepped forward and gave Paul a tight hug which he returned. "That's my good, trustworthy husband... who'll soon be sporting a sore seat that's shining brightly," I giggled while still holding him. "That will be fun to see, honeybun, even though I love you dearly."
He snorted softly as I broke our embrace. "Voyeurism! You'll enjoy it, that's for sure."
"And you won't?" I demanded breezily.
"Not entirely," he replied. "At least not at the surface level anyway."
"This isn't going to be true punishment," I reminded him. "You're at least halfway looking forward to it, I can tell that, even though Brittie will probably get plenty of tears from you before she's finished."
"I'm afraid so," he said, and shivered slightly in anticipation.
"Tears of joy, dear boy, down deep you'll be appreciating your chastisement," I cheerfully assured him.
"That's easy for you to say," Paul countered quietly. "Watching doesn't hurt at all."
"It would if I didn't believe that all the pants-down fanny tannings you receive are in your long term best interest, darling," I explained. "In this case, losing the wager and getting a sound bare-assed licking from an ex-girlfriend while your wife witnesses the proceedings, that will help you gain some much needed humility."
He winced. "If you mean that I'll be embarrassed, you're right about that - it's much worse with a second woman present, even if the two of them are... uhhhh..."
"Your past and present lovers?" I prompted him.
His face flushed rather appealingly. "Something like that."
"Did Brittie specify how she wanted you dressed?" I inquired. "If she did, you'd better hop to it, sweetheart; she'll be arriving in a few minutes and we both know that she'll penalise you big-time if you're not ready when she gets here."
His expression was childishly petulant but he reluctantly agreed with me. "I suppose you're correct, honey."
"Then you'd better scoot!" Reaching behind my life-mate, I smacked my palm against the seat of his sweatpants. He walked away toward the master bedroom as I watched his fleece-clothed, well rounded posterior, imagining what it would look like when exposed for feminine chastisement. Of course I wouldn't have to use my imagination for that purpose much longer, I reminded myself with a mental smirk.
When Brittany arrived a few minutes later, comfortably attired in a Duke University designer warm-up outfit with matching royal blue Keds, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn't alone.
"Hello, Miriam," I addressed Paul's cousin, whose similar outfit reflected the cardinal red (and athletic logo) of the University of Louisville, which went well with her dirty blonde, collar-length hair and fairly light complexion. "We weren't expecting you, what a nice surprise."
"I'd dropped by to talk to Brittie and she invited me to come along," Miriam explained as the two visitors entered the house.
"Bribed her too." Brittany grinned devilishly.
"Bribed her? How?" I asked uncertainly, motioning toward the living room. "Have a seat, ladies, I'll get our other pay-off participant out here."
Paul was sitting on our king-sized bed wearing his powder blue 'Doctor Denton' one-piece sleeper, featuring footies and the traditional three-button drop seat, when I burst into the bedroom. I couldn't help tittering at his appearance, that of a solidly-built, middle-aged man dressed as a cute five year old.
His face flushed. "How amusing can you still find this, honey? You've seen me in this outfit dozens of times, haven't you?"
"More like scores or even hundreds, I'd estimate," I rejoined. "But I still find the visual effect quite ridiculous... yet oddly appealing as well." I crooked a finger in his direction. "Come on, our guests await us."
His face blanched. "Guests, as in more than one person?"
I nodded. "Yes, a lovely surprise for you, someone you're extremely fond of - but she'll be observing a disciplinary session before the playful one if you don't obey me immediately, dear boy."
My husband quickly rose and followed me to the living room, where his ex-girlfriend and his cousin were lounging on the couch.
"Mih-Miriam," he mumbled.
"Aren't you glad to see me, Paul darling?" the blonde inquired as she stood up to give him an affectionate hug followed by a kiss on his left cheek.
"Ahhhh, sure, just a bit startled... It's... unexpected." Paul smiled tightly.
Following Miriam's example, Brittany likewise bounced to her feet and embraced my spouse; her lips then lightly smacked his right cheek.
"I'm certainly enthusiastic about being here with you, sweetie," she announced breezily, "I've been looking forward to this since the Tar Heels fell flat two days ago."
Paul managed a thin wry grin. "That's not unexpected."
"My, dear cousin," Miriam chortled, "you certainly look... childish, let's say... in that pajama suit."
Stepping back, Brittany regarded my husband with twinkling eyes. "That was my choice, Miriam," she stated. "Since this will be a fun spanking I wanted Paul to show his boyish side."
"Not to mention his boyish backside," I added, making both female visitors chuckle.
"Well, there are three of us girls and three buttons to Paul's little 'trap door' in the back," Brittany pointed out impishly, motioning towards his flannel-covered posterior. "You ladies take one on either side, then I'll finish up the unveiling by unbuttoning the middle one."
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed, stepping forward to unbutton my blushing mate's seat flap on the left while Miriam did the same on his right rear.
"Dear me," Brittany exclaimed in a falsetto voice. "Whatever would happen if I were to slip that middle button loose?" She shrugged. "Only one way to find out, isn't there?" Her nimble fingers took only two seconds to put her words into action, then she pulled the freed cloth downward to fully expose my hapless spouse's nicely rounded buttocks. "Is that a naughty boy's bare behind I'm seeing with my virgin eyes?" She giggled. "Oh my, how embarrassing... for Paul, that is."
"It's pretty pale and pristine," Miriam noted clinically, "like it hasn't been properly paddled for a while."
Brittany snickered. "That's why we're here, silly girl, to resolve that situation - ASAP."
"Let's have this bare bottomed boy stand in the corner while we work out the details of his bet payoff," I suggested slyly. "I've got the terms of the bet printed out already."
"Excellent idea, Barb." Brittany addressed her bare-assed ex-boyfriend. "Young man, get into the nearest corner, hold your hands together behind your back and touch your nose to the walls exactly where they meet - and stay that way until you're told otherwise... Understand, my sweet?"
"Sure, Brittie," Paul grumbled.
"Try your form of address once more," I instructed him curtly. "And you'd better get it right this time or your naked fanny will have a long, strenuous encounter with the whipping strap at bedtime."
He looked alarmed. "Uhhhh, yes, ma'am, Aunt Brittany..."
I sharply slapped each of his vulnerable butt-cheeks once with my open hand - SMACK! SWAP! "That's better, honeybun, now get moving!"
We women had seated ourselves by the time Paul reached the closest corner to display his exposed hindquarters, artistically decorated with two pink imprints of my palm, for our viewing pleasure. For a man well into middle age he does still have a very attractive pair of seat cushions, almost as muscularly firm - albeit a bit broader now - as they were when I originally became enamored of him two decades earlier.
"So what are my options here?" Brittany asked briskly.
"There are three parts to paying off his losing wager on Paul's part," I replied, glancing at the printout I'd picked up from the side stand. "The first part is an over-the-lap spanking just to toast his bare buns a touch, either eight dozen stingers with the lexan paddle or ten dozen with the punishment brush."
"Yikes!" Miriam exclaimed. "That's quite a warm-up there."
"As we're all aware, my sweetheart's south side is ideally suited to absorb extensive walloping," I reminded her. "Paul can handle it happily, Miriam, in fact he'd feel insulted by being given anything less than a full-length rump roasting."
"Which I'm offering you the opportunity to deliver, Barb," Brittany informed me. "Since you helped us work out this bet - it wouldn't have happened without your input." What she meant was that I'd contributed to convincing my life-mate to accept the wager, which was more likely to cost him a sound ass-whipping than it would her, by combining my womanly wiles with hers. "I mean the first part of Paul's payoff, a hard fanny-whacking with your lexan paddle - I'd like you to deliver it on my behalf, smack where it will sting him the most."
Momentarily taken by surprise, I rapidly recovered my cool. "I'd be honored, Brittie." Highly gratified was actually more to the point; I greatly enjoyed the feelings of dominance and control that always accompanied spanking my darling husband, and they would be intensified by having a small but intimate audience observing the proceedings.
Miriam also seemed pleased that I would be directly involved in collecting her cousin's payoff. "I'm certain that Paul's looking forward to being nicely warmed up by you, Barb," she sniggered.
"Let's make certain of that," I said briskly. "Honeybun," I addressed him in a tone of marital authority, "please bring the lexan paddle out here now."
His response was subdued as he turned to face me. "Yes, ma'am, right away."
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