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An Evening for Susan

Chapter 5 It's Punishment Time

Chapter V - It's Punishment Time

Chris was well aware of what he was doing. He knew that Susan's punishment would
be severe, and he knew that having spent the day having several orgasms would
calm her down tremendously and make it easer for her to accept the ass
blistering she was going to get. He also had some post spanking plans that would
help her out of the rump-roasting ordeal.

Before leaving Carol's driveway, Chris once again quizzed her about her
willingness to do all that he asked. Carol was almost beside herself in
anticipation. She had never been so excited, so much so that she was shaking
like a leaf. She had tried eating something, but it wouldn't stay down. Is it
possible for a woman's vagina to clench and unclench on it's own? It sure felt
that way to Carol. Chris tried to calm her down by asking about her interest.
She confessed that she had been deeply intrigued and excited with spanking and
discipline for many years, but had never done anything about it or even knew
how, but had fantasized often about spanking situations. She told Chris of an
incident that happened when she was a senior in High School. She was visiting
her girlfriend, and witnessed the girl's younger sister getting paddle by her
mother. Carol said it wasn't at all erotic (in the normal sense) the girl got it
fast and on the seat of her shorts and screamed like a hyena, but Carol said it
drove her wild and she masturbated many times to the image of that day. Chris
asked if Carol had a desire to be spanked, and she said that she didn't think
so, but giving a spanking was another thing and drove her crazy with desire.
Chris thought that was as shame as he looked over at the fairly attractive 45
year old seated next to him. She had huge boobs, which were obviously enhanced
and stood full upon her chest, nipples visible beneath her summer dress. Chris
had a sudden fantasy of how delicious it would be to take a ruler to those
globes until they danced like crazy on her chest. Ah too bad he thought. His
gaze traveled down to her slender waist and the small bottom, which caused her
boobs to look even bigger. Her legs were nice too, and he noticed that she
wasn't wearing stockings. Probably just panties underneath, he mused as they
pulled into the driveway of his and Susan's home.

Once inside the house, Chris motioned Carol to the leather sofa, and she sat,
crossing one leg over the other. Chris took off his tie, and placed his coat on
the chair. He went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of white wine.
Handing one to Carol he told her to relax, and she was grateful for the wine. He
walked over to the dining room table and found the three straps laid out exactly
as he had ordered, then going to the hall he called out, "Susan, come to the
living room."

Hearing Chris call her, Susan's whole body trembled in anticipation of what lay
ahead. She knew the drill, having done it many times. Hands on the back of your
neck, walk erect with dignity. She left the bedroom and entered the living room.
Chris was sitting in his usual chair and she approached. At first Susan didn't
notice the figure sitting on the sofa, but then she gasped the sight and her
eyes widen in surprise and a combination of fear and embarrassment. "Carol," she
screamed, her hands and arms flying in all directions to cover her nakedness.
She turned to run from the room, but halted immediately with Chris's command,
"STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE YOUNG LADY," and Susan blushed in horror at his words.
"Get back here right now," he ordered and Susan's mind fought to obey against
the desire to run from her shame. She turned and faced Chris, unable to bear
looking at her friend Carol. Her left arm covering her breasts, and her right
hand hoping to shield the nakedness of her sex, she shivered in embarrassment.
"What is she doing here," Susan wined in a low whisper, a tear falling from her
eye. "Well, I thought that since you are unable to keep your engagement for
tomorrow, that she ought to share in your punishment," Chris announced. Susan
bowed her head in shame. Carol for her part was flushed in sexual excitement at
seeing her friend so displayed. Chris order Susan, "put your hands to your sides
and stand up straight Susan, I don't think you are hiding anything Carol is not
fully acquainted with," he chided, and Susan blushed scarlet. To further her
humiliation, Chris turned to Carol and said, "Certainly you've seen titties and
pussy before haven't you Carol? Carol on her part, played into the game, and
announced, "Why yes, I believe I have, in fact I'm quite well acquainted with
the two features. Susan dropped her hands and stood erect, her breasts full on
her chest, the nipples pointing out stiffly, the swell of her vulva a pouch
between her legs, and the division of her cleft pronounced and strikingly
visible and alluring. Both Chris and Carol drank in Susan's deliciously naked
body, but for much different reasons.

Chris adored Susan's body, and loved looking at her when she was naked. He
watched often as she moved about the house, reaching, twisting, bending and
everyday movements, which cast the features of her body in different lights. He
loved her succulent breasts, their pointy nipples, so tasty and so sensitive,
the flair of her hips and the swell and curve of her bottom cheeks. He loved
looking at her vulva, and felt he could do so for hours. Her skin was so soft
and silky there, and the way that her mound jutted out between her thighs, the
gentle fold of her labia, so thick and tender pressed together protecting the
entry into her. Shaved and completely bald the seam of her division was
deliciously portrayed. Susan never ceased to blush as his eyes made love to her.
Her cheeks were rosy as she cast down her gaze from his eyes. But her blush this
time was one of embarrassment as well, for not only could she feel his eyes
parting her slit, but the eyes of that of her fiend Carol as well. She had never
been naked in front of Carol before, although she had seen Carol naked. They had
plans to go somewhere, and Susan had arrived early and Carol met her at the door
wearing only a bath towel. As they talked, Carol seemed unconcerned with her
nudity as she continued with her preparations. Susan had blushed and turned her
eyes aside when Carol's large breasts were revealed. Carol even seemed to be
taunting Susan, as she turned and spoke making sure that Susan could see her
patch of pubic hair and thick fig beneath. It was then that Susan came to
realize that her friend just might be a lesbian. Susan put two and two together
and was surprised that she hadn't figured it out before.

Now standing totally naked before her friend, Susan could feel Carol's eyes on
every inch of her body. Where Susan had turned her eyes from Carol's naked body,
Carol on the other hand made no pretense of doing so, but eagerly looked and
stared, even bending forward slightly to get a better look between Susan's legs.
Chris didn't fail to notice.

Chris began with a long lecture about Susan's forgetfulness, and all that the
current event had caused them. Susan kept her head bowed, fidgeting and biting
her lower lip as the scolding continued. He brought out all her bad behavior and
Susan winced that her good friend was privy to things that she was horribly
ashamed of. "I would have thought with all the spankings you have received girl,
that you would have learned a thing or two," he stated, and Susan cringed at his
words, no longer a self possessed woman and wife, but feeling very much the
naughty teenager being scolded and about to be spanked for her misdeeds. "Go to
the table and bring me the razor strap," Chris ordered. Susan's lower lip began
to quiver and she turned and went to the table, knowing that the moment of
punishment had come. She returned and handed the strap to Chris who had risen
from his chair. "Do you deserve this Susan?" he asked, and in a low whisper,
with her eyes lowered she said, "yes." Chris moved to Susan's right side and his
left hand grasped her left upper arm tightly. He moved her to where she stood
only three feet away facing Carol. Chris then bent and kissed Susan's left cheek
and raised the strap in the air.

A deafen crack filled the room as the strap came down and then up connecting
with the swell of Susan's naked bottom. The crack, which sounded like a
firecracker, was that of leather striking bare skin. Susan's whole body tensed
and her buns contracted against the fury of the strap and she pushed her pelvis
forward and struggled in Chris's grasp. The initial fire made her eyes wide as
saucers and her head shot up, her mouth opening in anticipation of the howl that
was coming from the very depth of her being. But before she could scream, the
strap cracked furiously five more times on her bare cheeks. Chris was wailing
away with only her bottom as the target, and the tongue of the vicious razor
strap tore at one cheek and then the other and then right across the crease of
her ass. Susan shrieked as if she was being murdered. As her howls and wails
filled the room, the strap continued to ascend and descend at a rate that made
the leather seem a blur in the air. At what point she broke, it's impossible to
know. Was it the 15th stroke or the 27th? It was impossible to tell, but there
was that moment when Susan lost all composure and went wild as her bottom cheeks
were burnt to a crisp. It was impossible to escape from Chris's vice like grip
of her upper arm, but she jumped, danced, tried to fall, run, kicked and tried
to get away with every fiber of her being. The strap scalded her and with all
her struggles and kicks, the strap tore at places she would rather not have
touched. Several times the strap caught her right leg, her outer thigh, and no
fewer times did the strap stray between kicking legs and stripe her inner
thighs, and the very tip of the strap rip at the bottom of her feminine slice,
which Susan announced with a high pitched squeal that made Carol squirm on her
seat. As it continued Susan's eyes were flooded with tears, which ran down her
face like a river, her nose was running and her mouth wide with blaring screams
and howls at the top of her lungs. If every punishment spanking she ever
received could be combined into one, this would be it. When the strap was
finally silenced Susan's bottom cheeks were scarlet and welts cris-crossed the
entire of her ass and lower thighs. Even after the strap and had stopped
blistering her, Susan continued to think that she was being spanked, so much did
it burn. Chris released Susan, and she went into her spanking dance, bawling and
howling and blubbering like a four year old. There was no thought of
embarrassment for her exposed titties, that bounced on her chest like a she was
an exotic dancer, or the stripe of her split vulva that she flashed to every
part of the room. Susan was lost to the horrible burning of her bottom cheeks
and all that entailed.



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