by Quentin Quillis
It is a perfect evening; four old friends out for dinner to reminisce and share new tales amid lots of laughter. We met in college where we rented a house together and at first I was a little leery of being the only girl with three guys, but it worked out pretty well. We shared chores, kept the place reasonably clean, and became the best of friends. We keep in touch and make it a point to have a special night together at least twice a year. Tonight we met at Ben's house and rode together to the restaurant. Dinner and dessert were wonderful and we stayed long enough to let things settle. When Jason said he thought it was time to move on Ben told me I should go to the ladies room. Vance agreed and reminded me that I might not have another chance for quite a while. I'm almost thirty years old and know perfectly well if and when I should use a bathroom, but I headed off to the rest room anyway.
It was slightly embarrassing to be spoken to like that in a public place but the next phase of our visit was starting. Ben is driving and we're heading back to his house. I'm in the back seat with Vance and Jason on either side. Ben just slid a tape in the car stereo and we hear the beginning of Beethoven's Eighth Symphony. It is sometimes referred to as a maiden between two giants, the Seventh and the Ninth. I've heard it a million times before but had never realized the significance of that designation till now. I am the maiden between two strong men. As we listen I reach out to hold each of their hands. It was this symphony that started it all...
A famous orchestra was giving a concert at our university. Beethoven's Eighth Symphony was the premiere piece as far as we were concerned since we were all music majors and our own college orchestra had played it the year before. We were all intimately familiar with every note and to say we were looking forward to seeing a professional performance was a large understatement. It was my job to get the tickets but unfortunately I waited too long and they sold out. At least the college radio station was going to broadcast the concert so we could hear it, but that was small consolation.
I was in the dog house and although the guys were polite about it I knew they were really mad. There was tension in the air as we gathered in the living room to listen. I again told them I was sorry but they were having none of it and when one of them told me to just be quiet and stand in the corner it met with almost unanimous approval. We had always believed in democracy in our house so I went along with the majority and stood as directed. When they finally played the Eighth it was fantastic. At the final chords they stood up and applauded with the radio audience. I joined in the clapping but was sharply told to get my nose back in the corner as the three of them excitedly commented on the differences in style between our performance and the one we just heard. Once they calmed down I sarcastically asked if I had to stay in the corner all night or since they were already treating me like a naughty little girl, did they intend to spank me too.
That may not have been the right thing to say as it gave them dangerous ideas. A short discussion followed on whether to take me up on my offer. I argued that it wasn't an offer or even a suggestion but it didn't do any good. Actually, I felt guilty enough that I probably would have voted with them but as it was my rear end in question I felt it only proper to vote against it.
Needless to say, mine was the only "Nay!" although I must admit I didn't say it with too much conviction. I probably should have made it clear that the game had gone on long enough and refused to let them do that to me. I know they wouldn't have pressed the issue, but in my heart I knew my dissenting vote was only for appearance's sake, so when Vance took my hand and led me to the center of the room I meekly followed. One of the others had moved a chair for him and in a moment I was face down and in position for an old fashioned spanking. His first swats were not too hard. I think he was trying to see if I would really go along with this. When I didn't try to squirm away he began to strike in earnest. I had my jeans for protection so it wasn't too painful, besides, the humiliation was far worse than the actual spanking.
By the time he helped me to my feet I was starting to feel a little sting. Still, it was a small price to pay to put this whole affair behind us. And speaking of behinds, as soon as I got to my feet I put a hand on mine and rubbed a little. Apparently this was unacceptable and I was told to stop with the added admonition that their hands would be the only ones to have contact with that portion of my anatomy. To demonstrate, Vance pulled me back down for another dozen or so swats. This time I stood with my hands well out of the way but even that wasn't enough. They weren't satisfied until I put them on my head. I expected to be sent back to the corner or something since the vote had been to give me one spanking, but it was obvious they felt it should be delivered in three segments as Vance stood up and Jason sat down in the same chair. Now I understood Vance's comment about 'their' hands and not just 'his' connecting with the area I was not allowed to touch. I figured Ben was also going to have a turn and resigned myself to spend some time over two more laps and have my rear end sting a little while longer but then it would be over and we could be friends again. With that noble thought in mind I stepped closer to Jason.
He smiled and asked if Vance's spanking hurt too much. I was pleased at his consideration as I told him it wasn't too bad at all and I was ready to take the next dose. Then he asked if that meant I was changing my vote. I know I must have been blushing when I said 'Yes' and justified their decision by saying I deserved the spankings for screwing up. He said he was glad I felt that way and in order to make sure I got the most benefit from the experience he thought a little less protection of the target area was in order. I stood in shocked disbelief as he unsnapped my jeans. You may ask why I didn't storm out of the room or at least do or say something to stop him, but I don't have an answer. At the time I was asking myself that same question, but regardless, I kept my hands on my head and my mouth shut as he pulled my jeans right down. A moment later I was over his lap and discovering just how much the denim had softened the blows. There's an old adage that spankings are supposed to hurt, and this one did.
There were a few tears running down my face when he released me and I obediently stood with hands in the proper place atop my head while Ben got settled. By then my jeans had slid all the way down my legs and were crumpled around my ankles. Lets face it, it's impossible to live in a house with four people and two bathrooms and not be seen in your underwear from time to time, so this wasn't the first time they saw me in my panties; however as you can imagine, scurrying from the bath to your room with very little on is one thing, but to stand like that in front of them while waiting for another spanking was something else. I think the only thing that kept me there was loyalty to Ben. The other two got to spank me and foolish as it seems now, it just wouldn't be right for Ben to miss out. Stupid, right? Wait, I've got really stupid coming next.
He sat down and showed the same 'consideration' about the state of my bottom. You can bet I told him it really hurt and he said, "I guess were getting somewhere, aren't we?" I nodded and he put his fingers in the waistband of my underpants. "Good. Now what do you say we finish this properly?"
Was he really waiting for me to consent to a spanking on my bare bottom? The room was unbelievably silent. I was blushing bright red and are you ready for really stupid? I closed my eyes and nodded again. I thought I was embarrassed and humiliated before but that was nothing compared to having someone bare your charms in front of friends so he can give you a spanking that you instinctively know is going to be even worse then everything you've gotten so far. Worst of all is everybody in the room knowing you're the one who gave him permission to do it. He pulled them all the way down to join the jeans and it seemed like I stood there half naked forever before he guided me to a position I was becoming all too familiar with.
That's when I learned what a proper spanking is supposed to teach and then some. I was a very sorry girl when he stopped. He let me stay on his lap which I appreciated. I wasn't looking forward to standing up just yet. Not only because I hurt too much but it was going to give them another good look at what a girl should have covered in the presence of three male types. And actually I was getting quite comfortable. He was rubbing me tenderly and his gentle motion was very soothing.
He asked if I had learned my lesson and between sniffles I said I had. He asked if I was angry with them and I said, "No." and to my amazement as well as theirs I turned to the other two sitting in ringside seats on the couch added my thanks to them for doing such a good job.
With mild chuckles they told me I was welcome and it slowly dawned on me that Ben's rubbing had moved closer to an area that hadn't gotten spanked but was apparently feeling the effects of a hot rear end. I felt something else too.
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