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Chapter
4
Before dinner we all
reported back to the classroom to receive our first group spankings.
We were broken up into three groups of four couples each. George
started with the more experienced members, and used them to further
demonstrate the basic, bare-hand, bare-ass, over-the-knee technique.
Finally it was my turn.
I couldn't believe how anxiously I awaited this moment. I had some
fear and apprehension since I really didn't know what it would be
like, but on the other hand, I really wanted to find out.
I felt silly as I draped
myself over Carl's lap. I loved the feel of his rough denim shorts
on my crotch. George walked up and down the line checking our position.
"Guys," he instructed,
"don't forget to prime those precious butts. Rub them and stoke
them. Pinch them even. Make your partner want to get spanked. Make
that skin sensitive."
Carl's hand felt warm
as he caressed my butt. I loved the sensation, it was exciting,
yet calming all at once. I felt like I could doze off into a blissful
nap even though I was postured in this ridiculous position with
a small crowd watching me.
I smiled and looked
back over my shoulder at Carl to signal I was ready. The other women
were apparently ready as well. George yelled, "Commence" and a couple
of seconds later, I felt Carl's hand come crashing down on my rear
end.
I was taken by surprise.
I knew I was going to get a spanking, but the feeling I felt was
totally unexpected. Everything seemed to focus at once. I was suddenly
aware that I was on public display. It didn't seem to matter that
there were also other women similarly displayed in an equally humiliating
position.
Surprisingly, there
wasn't that much pain. It was more like shock. For all our married
life, Carl never laid a hand on me. He was kind and gentle, and
the idea that he would even consider abusing me physically was ridiculous.
But now, he was beating me! and I found it exciting.
George came by and asked
Carl to pick up the pace. I nodded my assent. Although I could feel
each hand as it was delivered, it was the cumulative effect that
was taking its toll on me.
I could feel my butt
starting to glow with a welcomed warmth. I was experiencing tiny
convulsions inside me and these rippled throughout my body. It seemed
like every part of me was becoming more sensitive, not just my rear
end. In fact, the most sensitive part of my body was responding
with a throbbing of its own. I wished George would let us get our
fingers down there. I needed relief. Knowing that Carl's erect organ
was only a fraction of an inch away, and separated by impenetrable
cloth, didn't help.
I didn't want it to
stop. By the time Carl was a minute or two into it, I was feeling
pain, but my natural flow of endorphins were fighting it. I was
getting intoxicated on my own body chemistry. This was the runner's
high without the running. I never did drugs but the descriptions
of a cocaine high certainly fit what I was feeling. At least this
wasn't addicitve -- BULLSHIT! I know I couldn't wait until my next
"fix".
I looked up briefly
and saw Arlene kicking her feet obscenely, and then suddenly realized
that I was doing the same thing. What a sight I must have been!
Then all of a sudden
it was over! I felt so empty. George said, "OK guys and girls, that's
enough. We don't want to overdo it on the first day. Ladies, get
up and get dressed. We'll meet for dinner in about 45 minutes."
Carl gave be one last
playful pat as I walked by on my way out. Oooh that man!
I rushed back to the
barracks. What I wanted more than anything else at that moment (OK,
the second most wanted thing) was a good shower. I felt like I was
covered with sweat and sex. I wasn't fast enough, the first half
dozen women were already in the shower.
I laughed silently to
myself as I looked at a dozen naked female bodies, each sporting
red and pink splotches on her backside to indicate her love (or
is that lust) for her partner. I jumped into a stall as soon as
it opened up. I looked over the partition at Betty. She gave me
a sexy "I told you so" grin.
I generally enjoy a
good hot shower, however on this occasion, I decided that cold was
better. The icy fingers of water massaged my butt comforting the
sting that was now making itself apparent. The cool spray felt so
good on my ass. That wasn't the only fire that needed quenching.
I was trying to see if there was something handy to impale myself
on. I didn't care that 11 other women would be watching.
We dressed nicely for
dinner which, in spite of the austere setting, was delicious. After
dinner, we had free time to do whatever we wanted. Carl and I found
our secluded spot and laid down. Before long both of us were naked
and rolling in the sand.
We could hear similar
activity going on one sand dune over. The voice sounded like Betty's
but I didn't care. All of a sudden we heard a slapping sound, and
some yelps of joy from the feminine voice. What was wrong with that
girl, couldn't she get enough! (Private spankings were strictly
against the rules, but we certainly weren't going to turn them in).
Carl and I knew full
well, that if we could hear them, they could hear us. We didn't
talk about it, and we didn't care. We made enough noise on our own
account.
I had an intense orgasm.
I had no idea I could cum and experience such pleasure. I was glad
we were on sand, sand dry enough and porous enough to absorb all
the fluids Carl and I were producing. I thought the top of my head
would come off.
Normally an orgasm like
that would take a week to wear off. This one barely took the edge
off my lust. Both Carl and I were physically worn and it would be
hours before we could try it again. So we laid there, naked, in
each others arms, enjoying our post-coital glow.
The sun went down, inviting
the mosquitoes to feast. We knew that they could no more resist
the sweet smell of our bodies than we could. I dressed like a strip
tease in reverse and we walked slowly back to the barracks. Our
goodnight kiss was reminiscent of the teenagers we left behind so
long ago.
-=o=-
The remainder of the
week was patterned much like the first day. Up early for a moderate
length jog, then back to the barracks to shower and make the beds.
We assembled for breakfast where George gave his lungs a good workout.
A daily spanking video (they got increasingly more interesting),
lunch, time for another video, and finally a *reward* for our good
behavior, "hands on" training (with new toys being used each day).
We then gathered for sports (sometimes a bit uncomfortable if you
fell on you butt). And finally the grand finale, more public spankings
and dinner.
About the only unusual
thing that happened occurred on our last night there. I awoke at
2 AM. Betty and I roused he rest of the six-pack, we donned our
sneakers, and sneaked out of our barracks.
The next morning, all
the women were out in formation early. The camp looked a different.
Across the road from the men's barracks were their footlockers,
containing every stitch of clothing our husbands had brought. Of
them all, only Hal wore pajamas.
I'll say this for the
men, they maintained their dignity. All of them, even Hal, filed
out, totally naked, except for tennis shoes, and fell in at attention
... some more at attention than others.
Meanwhile, we women
watched this spectacle with unabashed delight. None of us held back.
There were catcalls and whistles from our ranks.
The men were good sports
about the whole thing. They even completed our morning jog in the
buff. I was panting rather heavily watching a dozen male derrieres
wiggling in formation in front of me.
Naturally, we were found
out and the six-pack got a gazillion demerits each, but we didn't
care. It was worth it. Hanna had to play the stern part of a drill
sergeant, telling us privately, "I can't wait to get you girls back
here next year!"
Our demerit count was
so high, that George and Hanna deemed it wouldn't be safe to do
it all at one "sitting" so to speak. We had special formations throughout
the day, and went through the entire repertoire of toys, culminating
with a couple of good cuts of the cane. That last cut really got
to me as my eyes gave way and the dam broke. I was just about to
"SAFEWORD" for the first time when George suddenly announced, "Cease
spanking!"
None of the six-pack
could sit comfortably for the next several days.
My ass was on fire,
but so was my passion. My husband hadn't had his hand on my ass
so much in all our years of dating and marriage.
Graduation ceremonies
were held after dinner. We were each given a small picture book
showing some of the spankings. The six pack posed one last time,
pants down, asses to the camera, for a final group photo. I collected
everyone's name and address, and agreed that we'd stay in touch.
Sally and Pete, and Hal and Glenda lived in a city that was only
a couple of hours away. We agreed to try to meet once every other
month in the "off season".
And of course, there
were Jim and Betty. Betty had a younger cousin who was old enough
to babysit. We agreed to keep her busy so we could spank away at
each others houses each Friday night for the rest of the year.
-=o=-
We finally said our
goodbyes and packed the car. I volunteered to drive. I could see
the traffic thickening as people started leaving the resort areas
and headed back towards the reality of the work week.
I pulled into a motel.
Carl asked, "What are you doing?"
"Shut up!" I told him.
Several minutes later,
I was out at the car with room keys in my hand. I didn't open the
trunk. I didn't want to take the time to retrieve our clothes. I
grabbed Carl by the arm and half-lead, half-dragged him to the room.
I pushed him on the
bed, and threw my body on top of his. I grabbed his head vice-like
in each hand, and kissed his face for about a minute. I sat up,
ripped off his shirt with buttons flying in all directions. I grabbed
his shorts before he had a chance to resist and pulled them to his
ankles.
I looked at him with
lust in my eyes as I stepped out of my shorts and panties in one
movement, not even bothering to take off my blouse and shoes ...
-end
P.S. We left just before
check-out the following day. Carl was driving. Not only did I have
difficulty sitting, I also had difficulty walking. I can't wait
until next year!
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