First Birthday Spanking – 3
By Jonathan Quincy Graves
{ Note: This is the third part of a series. Previously: Part 1, Part 2 }
Part 3
“Stand up now, dear,” Vickie directed. “It’s time to let Marge have her turn.”
Kathy, Bill’s older sister, held him draped over her lap, his blazing red bottom on display before his wife, Vickie, and their two neighbors, Vera and Marge. Vickie celebrated her birthday today, but she’d made a birthday wish and Bill was the one being spanked.
Vera, a large woman, and a neighbor Bill had never met, started the festivities with the traditional hand spanking, followed by a lengthy session with her paddle. Bill was sent to stand in the corner while the women enjoyed birthday cake in the kitchen. Bill let his spanking fantasies run away with him during this interlude. So, Kathy followed with an extended spanking, exceeding the count of years, because of the raging hardon he displayed when summoned from the corner.
A long time spanko, Bill often dreamed of having the delightful bare bottom of a lovely lady positioned over his knee for the firm and repeated application of his strong right hand. This latest spanking fantasy, while he was in the corner, involved Marge, their petite but well-endowed neighbor and one of Vickie’s close friends. He’d imagined Marge’s delightfully formed body naked, kicking and squealing as he spanked her over his knee. In his imagination, he would start off easy, raising the intensity until he had her attention, then easing back, perhaps lightly stroking those lush pink mounds for a while. His hand would feel the heat of her bottom and perhaps work down into the cleft between her legs to check the heat there as well, then ease back into the spanking, reaching a new height with each cycle.
These spanking fantasies had their usual effect on his libido, and when the ladies returned to the living room and called Bill from the corner for his next spanking, he’d grown as big and hard as he’d ever been in his life.
Vickie’s reaction was to look at him critically and say, “Warm him up good for me, Kathy, and you too, Marge; I don’t want him distracted by that little bulge in his front side while I’m paddling his deserving, bare backside.”
Kathy performed as requested. Using only her hand, she delivered a spanking that far surpassed anything he received from her when they were growing up together. Now it was Marge’s turn—Marge, with the petite but eye-catching body, the subject of his most recent ruminations. But it would not be Marge’s delectable bare bottom on display over his lap; quite the contrary, it would be Bill who would be face down over Marge’s diminutive lap and Marge’s hand, that would dispense discipline to her naughty neighbor’s bare bottom as the other three women looked on.
While Vera and Kathy delivered their contributions to Bill’s discipline, Marge had been immersed in spanking fantasies of her own. Somewhat shy by nature—her ex-husband Jim was the only man she had ever seen naked until today. Adult spanking was also new to her. She never considered it before, but if there was ever a man who needed discipline, needed the firm hand of a strong woman, it had been her Jim.
So, as Vera and then Kathy spanked Bill, Marge’s spanking fantasies featured Jim being spanked, and she the one doing the spanking. More than just the image of righteous justice was involved in her imagination. She discovered, to her surprise, that spanking—real bare-bottom, over-the-knee spanking—was intensely stimulating. And it wasn’t just Bill or Jim she imagined on the receiving end, either. Marge was not very assertive, and her lack of self-confidence over the years developed into somewhat of a submissive streak. So, when she saw discipline so artfully dispensed, she could not help wondering and imagining what it would be like if she were the one on the receiving end.
Now it was her turn to spank this man. In somewhat of a sexual daze, she took the chair just relinquished by Kathy, almost unaware of the three women who were watching. In her mind, it was only her and Bill, or more accurately, only her and this naked man she was going to spank.
Kathy had done a very creditable job on Bill, and as he stood next to her chair, trying to rub the sting from his bottom, the erection he displayed earlier had vanished. Disappointed, Marge reached up to Bill’s member and held it in her delicate hand. Bill blushed, thinking of the reverse parallel from his earlier fantasy, and tried to back away a step. Marge would not allow it, and took a firmer hold.
“Have you been a naughty boy, Bill?” Marge asked, stroking.
Had it been anyone but Marge, Bill might have been able to answer. But as his member thickened in her hand, his embarrassment was too extreme, and he could only look down at the floor. The flame in his face tried to compete with the flame in his backside.
“I think you have, and it’s up to us women to take care of naughty boys. You know what to do now, don’t you?” she asked softly, as she eased Bill into position over her jeans-clad lap. His member tucked between her thighs.
Bill felt a little unsteady over Marge’s small but strong thighs. He barely fit. It was also more embarrassing to be placed here. Not that being spanked by Vera, a woman he had seen around the neighborhood but never met, wasn’t embarrassing enough. But Marge, so much smaller, holding him OTK in front of the assembled women, was embarrassing in the extreme. He knew he could overpower Marge, and even reverse their relative positions, but he also knew that to attempt such a thing with Vickie, Kathy and Vera watching would only lead to more and greater punishment. Better to take what Marge dished out and have it over with.
The color and the heat in the backside over her knees fascinated Marge. Her pale hand roamed over Bill’s bottom in a caressing fashion, with occasional small squeezes and light pats. She had often been intimate with her Jim, but she never had him in anything like this position. The smooth texture and resilience of the male backside entranced her. Her stroking also contributed to the growth she started in Bill’s member, and that added to her fascination. The throbbing heat in Bill’s bottom globes cupped in Marge’s hand was echoed by the heat between her legs. An interactive cycle established while she petted and stroked.
Bill could not help himself. He was reacting strongly to his situation. Lying naked over Marge’s lap, while Vera, Kathy, and his wife looked on, was amazingly erotic. He knew they could not see his member as it continued to grow against the rough denim of Marge’s jeans, but he could feel it, and certainly Marge could feel it. Vickie towering over them and unaware of it happening added spice to his spanking fantasies. He dreaded how she would react if she became aware.
Vera was intrigued by the display these two put on. Bill’s face had been red when Marge first took her place in the spanking chair, and it seemed to grow redder all the time. She doubted it was just due to his inverted position. And “shy” little Marge… Vera sensed her growing excitement from the beginning. It fascinated her to watch the transformation. Clearly, she had been overtaken with a naughty intoxication. These were new depths, new worlds Marge was entering for the first time. ‘She will need a knowledgeable, loving guide to explore these worlds further,’ Vera thought, a smile forming on her lips.
Reluctantly, Marge pulled herself from her reveries. She realized with some embarrassment she had held Bill over her lap for several minutes under the watchful gaze of her friends, without delivering a single spank. Tightening her small hand against Bill’s naked hip, and pulling him in firmly, she lifted her other hand high and landed her first tentative spank.
“You must do better than that, if you want to get his attention,” Vickie said, her hands on her hips. “Try again as though you mean it. Think of how naughty he has been and teach him the lesson he deserves.”
“Yes, he has been naughty, hasn’t he.” Marge said and raised her hand again, higher this time. SPANK
Bill did not react to either of these first two attempts, and Marge grew irritated. He was kicking and pleading by the time Kathy finished with him, and she felt she deserved the same respect from this naughty boy.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. Marge increased the tempo and the strength of her delivery. Had Bill not been so thoroughly warmed up by the previous two spankers, he might still have not reacted to her delicate little hand, but with his bottom already so sensitive, he grunted and jerked involuntarily as the spanking continued.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. She was getting movement out of him now, and the motion of his hipbone pressed against her pubic bone stoked the fires of her own passion.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. Like a junkie with an exciting new fix, Marge lost herself in the intoxication of her actions. Bill’s bottom bounced and he squirmed with every spank. The uniform red would fade to near white in the pattern of her hand with each contact, only to merge back to red as her hand went up and back to deliver the next stroke. The heat in his bottom was answered with an echoing heat in her hand, and the electric sting in her hand was shooting down her body to meet with the rhythmic grinding of his hip to feed the flame in her groin.
Marge spanked on and on, unaware of the rising cries and pleas from Bill as the intensity of the spanking continued to mount. Enveloped in her spanking fantasies, she lost contact with her surroundings, completely unaware of Vickie’s raised eyebrows, Kathy’s considering smile, and Vera’s knowing gaze. On and on she spanked, wanting… holding back… finally losing herself in an orgasm that washed away time.
With a prolonged shudder, the spanking came to a faltering halt. A strange combination of deep contentment and profound humiliation filled Marge when she realized what she had done. Her face flared almost as red as her hand and her neighbor’s bottom. She looked at Vera, sitting across from her, and said, “I, I think this bad boy has learned his lesson.”
“No doubt,” Vera said, eyebrows arched and lips pursed as she looked Marge in the eyes.
Flustered, Marge patted Bill on the back and said, “You can get up now.”
“Yes, dear,” Vickie said. “Do get up now and return to your place in the corner. I’ll let you have a short break before I try out Vera’s paddle.”
Bill rolled off Marge’s lap to kneel on the floor, then got up and scurried to the corner. The pain of Marge’s little hand against his backside had not been insignificant, but it had also not been enough to keep him from realizing what happened to his spanker. That, coupled with his earlier fantasies, had been more than enough to keep him hard. In fact, if Marge lasted just a bit longer, he might have come before she did.
“Well, this has been a remarkable birthday celebration,” Kathy said with a long sigh. “I’d better be off. It is getting rather late, and I suspect Vickie may want to deal with her naughty boy in private.”
“Yes, I quite agree,” Vera said, looking at Marge. “Why don’t we go over to your house for a cup of tea?”
The three women thanked Vickie for including them in what had been a delightful birthday celebration, and at her insistence renewed their promises to return to help her celebrate Bill’s 31st birthday in August.
Kathy left by the front door, patting Bill on the bottom as she passed. Vera and Marge went out the back. Vera kept a firm grip on Marge’s arm as they walked down the back step.
END of Part 3
Revised July 2022.
The story continues with Part 4.