"Answer the doorbell," Carrie ordered.
It was Sunday afternoon. Kate and Carrie had finished lunch a couple of hours earlier, and made sure that Skivvy had been fed. They were watching an erotic movie while lolling on a stack of floor cushions, dressed comfortably in loose loungers which gave them easy access to each other's body whenever a particularly titillating scene on screen inspired them.
Skivvy, naked apart from his restrainer, was squatting close at hand, ready to comply with his mistresses' commands, squatting rather than kneeling because Kate had decreed that too much kneeling would cause permanent damage, while squatting was good for a subservient male. His mind was bubbling with a confection of anticipation and trepidation, because Carrie had announced casually after breakfast that they would resume the payment of his wages that day.
Those wages consisted of a sound thrashing across his buttocks from both of his mistresses with any of a variety of implements, an experience which he found both exhilarating and terrifying. He was addicted to that experience, and he had worked hard to engineer the circumstances in which he could look forward to it each week, but the pain which was an integral part of that experience filled him with dread!
He had overheard Kate on the phone that morning, so he was not surprised to find Kim on the doorstep.
"Hello, Skivvy," Kim said cheerfully. "How's your bum?"
"Much better, thank you Miss. Your advice was very good."
"Glad to hear it, boy." She patted his bald head. "Lovely hair-do!" Her gaze drifted down over the rest of his hairless body. "It's lovely all over, I see!"
Skivvy followed her into the living room. He wondered how this formidable lady was going to participate in the afternoon's activity.
"We really appreciate your coming here to help us set the level at which we can safely spank our Skivvy every week," said Carrie, after she and Kate had both hugged and kissed Kim.
"My pleasure," Kim assured her. "It's a bit of a marketing exercise for me. I've brought along a couple of paddles and straps for you to try. I'll put them on your account if you want to keep any of them."
"How thoughtful!" Kate replied. "It will be nice to have something different from the canes and dressage whip."
"Yes," Kim nodded. "Weekly maintenance spankings don't need to be too severe, so the spanking paddle you bought last time should do for most of the session. Save something more severe for a short sharp shock in between times."
Kate raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Are you satisfied with every aspect of your skivvy's performance every day?" Kim demanded.
"Mostly," Carrie admitted.
"Mostly!" Kim exclaimed with a smile. "Mostly isn't good enough. You two are the mistresses of a boy who has given himself to you. It is your duty to set high standards of performance, and punish each and every failure to meet them. That's when the boy needs to be given short sharp shocks."
"In that case, what are we doing today?" Kate demanded.
"Today you're giving him a maintenance spanking. It warms him up, makes him tender, prepares the groundwork for anything more severe that he earns for himself during the week. It's a lot longer than a mid-week correction, it strengthens your relationship, and it should instil in him a deep desire to serve you to the best of his ability and beyond. And you can build on that by setting the very highest of standards for what you expect of him, and punish him on the spot if he fails to meet them."
"That sounds like hard work!" laughed Carrie.
"I suppose it is, my dear," Kim assured her. "But it's like training a dog. Except instead of reinforcing good behaviour with rewards, you discourage substandard behaviour with punishment. For a man like Skivvy, that is very important. So don't forget, high standards!"
"This weekly session is in addition to that, is it?" asked Kate.
"Definitely. All part of the role of mistress which you've taken upon yourselves."
"Good," said Carrie. "Shall we get started, or would you like some tea first?"
Kim smiled. "Let's get started. There's no reason why Skivvy shouldn't serve tea -- or something stronger -- while we're treating him in the course of the afternoon."
"Good-o," said Kate. "Skivvy, go get your bottom warmers!"
Skivvy came back from the wall unit in the hall where the canes, paddle and martinet were stored, and placed them almost reverentially on the coffee table. He put a freshly laundered white hand towel next to them. The anticipation of what was to come had his groin tingling.
Kate and Carrie sat side by side on the sofa. Kim spotted the upright chair on which Carrie was accustomed to sit when spanking, and made Skivvy put it in the centre of the room. Then she went into full teaching mode.
"If you're going to have a weekly spanking session, ladies, be sure to stretch it out. Take your time. You want to make sure he remembers it all week, not just here," she patted Skivvy's rump as she spoke, "but also here," she concluded, tapping his shaven pate. "Who would like to begin?"
Carrie got to her feet. "I'll go first." She picked up the spanking paddle. "Should I use this to start with?"
"Good choice. Do you want him over your knee?"
"I usually do."
Carrie sat, draped the towel over her lap, and made Skivvy lie across her knees. She swatted his bottom twenty times hard with the paddle, staccato. Then Kim, standing behind her, put a restraining hand on her shoulder.
"Give him a break now," she advised. "You don't want the punishment to be over too soon."
"In the corner," Carrie ordered, pushing Skivvy onto the floor. "Stay squatting!" she ordered as Skivvy tried to get to his feet. They watched as Skivvy squat-waddled to the corner.
"Giving him a break will let you punish him harder when you start again," Kim assured Carrie. "It also prolongs the session, which is what you -- and in a funny way, he -- wants."
The ladies chatted animatedly for the next fifteen minutes. There was a lot to talk about, because all three of them were keenly interested in local politics and there had recently been a mayoral election where one of the candidates had been a woman promoting female empowerment. She had lost, and all three ladies were blaming the male establishment for preventing their favourite candidate from getting her argument across to a large enough audience.
Kate then got to her feet. "All this talk about male chauvinism has put me in the mood to give Skivvy another dose of his medicine. What do you think I should use?"
"Stick with the paddle," Kim advised. "You need to spend some time really warming up the boy's arse before you go onto anything stronger."
Kate picked up their spanking paddle. "Here boy, let's give you your next instalment."
Skivvy struggled to his feet and stood before Kate. Kate looked over at Kim. "Do I need to put him over my knee like Carrie?" she asked.
"Not if you don't want to," Kim replied. "Get him to put his hands on the chair seat, then stand behind him and swing the paddle the way you would a cane. As I keep saying, it's really important to avoid hitting the tailbone. So aim low. Hitting the tops of the thighs is just as good as hitting the bum."
Kate tapped Skivvy's bottom briskly with the paddle and adjusted her position. She swung the paddle across, her upright stance adding to the force with which the leather contacted the bottom. Skivvy's head jerked up as his rump contracted to absorb the fiery bite of the stroke, and Kim and Carrie, sitting on the sofa, had a grandstand view of the houseboy's grimace which spoke volumes about the effectiveness of Kate's action.
"Good shot!" enthused Kim.
"Think I'll take up squash once again," laughed Kate. "I used to be pretty good at uni."
She looked thoughtfully at Skivvy's bottom. The dark blotch which she had left there overlaid the overall pinkness to which time had reduced Carrie's earlier effort. She felt pleased that she had laid the paddle across the houseboy's backside much harder than her lover. It wasn't a competition, but it still felt good! Skivvy's bottom was quivering from the impact, and there were little tremors running down his legs. He had felt that stroke!
"You know," she said, continuing the discussion the ladies had been having before she had picked up the paddle, "women should stop complaining about male chauvinism and take matters into their own hands."
She swung the paddle hard. It swatted Skivvy's bottom with considerable force. Skivvy whimpered his appreciation. She nodded.
"There must be hundreds, no thousands, of boys just like this Skivvy, waiting for us to take them in hand. Just look at all the websites where they share their fantasies. Wanting us to smack their behinds and tell them what to do."
She laid on another paddle stroke. Skivvy gasped. The strokes were stoking up a fire in his tail.
"Good for you Kate!" Kim praised her. "At least you've done something about it."
"Not good for me, Kim. Carrie and I sat around moaning..." SPANK "...until this boy took the initiative, and begged us to take him on. He had to..." SPANK "... top us from the bottom, isn't that what it's called? Would a man have been like we were?" SPANK
Kate's childhood memories often came back to haunt her. She could still remember the mixture of fear and frustration she had felt when she saw her mother kowtow to her bullying stepfather. He hadn't asked for her permission before beating seven colours out of her. She swatted Skivvy once more.
Kim held up a restraining hand. "Why don't you tell Skivvy to make some tea?" she suggested.
