This story picks up the characters and events of my story "Rick and Linda: Round Robin." You'll understand this one a lot better if you read that one first. There are also references to the "tenth date" in this story. That event is described in "Rick and Linda: The Beginning" but you don't need to read that one to understand the other two.
The phone rang and I let Linda pick it up on the kitchen extension. She was, after all, standing right next to the phone in the open refrigerator door. Her pants were off and her underwear was pooled around her ankles as she stood slightly bent with her bare bum pushed far into the frig.
I should explain that we had just finished a session of discipline with Linda over my knee for a spanking. She had discovered over the years that thrusting a burning bottom into the cooling air of the refrigerator was the fastest way to cool it off. I do not object because it adds only a little to the power bill and it is kind of adorable. It always reminds me of the time several years before when I had gone shopping shortly after giving Linda a really severe chastisement. I got several blocks away before I realized I'd left my wallet at home. I turned around and when I got back in the house I heard cooing sounds from the kitchen. Walking quietly I looked in the open kitchen door and saw Linda bent over a kitchen counter. In each hand she had a frozen microwave dinner and she was pressing each against a bright red nether cheek while sighing in relief.
To this day, she doesn't know that I saw her; and she always remarks with puzzlement on my fondness for Lean Cuisine Spaghetti.
She had not been behaving badly, by the way. The discipline was a leftover from a session months earlier. When Linda has earned more spanks than she thinks she can take in a single session, I let her split her punishment into two or three parts. She has one part right away and the remaining parts are assigned to randomly chosen dates sometime in the following twelve months. Each day I check my calendar to see if any leftover discipline sessions are scheduled for that day. Since the makeup days are chosen randomly, every once in a while two or even three makeups get scheduled for the same day. When that happens, she can again postpone all but the first. But if a spanking is postponed a second time, it is doubled, split into two, and assigned to two future dates. The effect of this system is that Linda finds herself bent over lap or furniture on a pretty regular basis.
Even after the frig has cooled her heinie enough that she can think about other things, it still hurts too much for her to wear clothes, sit, or lie on her back. For an hour or two at least, she must avoid having anything touch her behind. Standing that long is hard. She can lie on her stomach on the bed raised up on her elbows, but this makes her back hurt after a while. Accordingly, she usually throws a comforter across the dining room table and bends over it, resting her upper body on the comforter and laying the side of her head down. She is so small, her legs don't reach the floor so they dangle.
Since the television can be seen from the dining room through double doors, she often just watches. But sometimes she puts a phone or her laptop beside her and works while bent over naked from the waist down. I've seen her make phone calls, pay the bills, and do other paper work in this position. I've even seen her sew on a button and mix cookie batter while draped over the table. Somehow the fact that she is doing perfectly ordinary things makes the scene more erotic.
Anyway, I heard her side of the phone call dimly while I read the paper: "... You did? I'm so glad ... Oh? ... natural conclusion? ... Gee, I don't know. I have some misgivings about that ... Oh. I'll be in the room. Well, still, I need to think about this ... This Friday. I see ... Yes. He has no classes in the afternoon ... What? Some Saturday, too? ... Yes, I understand ... tips and pointers ... demonstrate ... on me! Oh my, I don't know if I could do that ... Yes ... Yes ... OK ... I'll discuss it with him and we'll think about it ... I'll call you back. Bye."
"That was KeeKee," said Linda, referring to the better half of one of the three couples we had spent the evening with two days before.
As a result of careful planning by the four women involved, the evening had turned into a round robin of spanking in which each man spanked each of the four wives.
As she spoke, Linda waddled from the kitchen into the living room where I sat. I usually insisted that she keep her panties on, one way or another, after a spanking. If it hurt too much to pull them up, then she left them around her ankles which forced her to waddle from place to place. This added an extra element of humiliation to the punishment and no matter how many times Linda had had to do it, it never failed to embarrass her. Halfway across the room, as she saw me watching her waddle, she blushed and stopped. She bent and pulled up the panties and stood there a moment with eyes closed, testing whether she could stand the pain of wearing them. She decided that she could and she walked gingerly over to the couch and sat down sideways with her weight on her flank instead of her behind.
"KeeKee has talked to the other women," Linda continued, referring to Arundati and Ellen, the other two wives. "They all agree that they were somewhat disappointed with their spankings from the other men," a reference to KeeKee's husband, James, Arundati's husband, Karam, and Ellen's husband, Danny.
"They enjoyed their sessions with you," she said, not particularly surprised. "However, they each felt that your four-minute spanking felt incomplete. They want to continue with you, with no artificial time limit. KeeKee said they want spankings that continue until they reach a natural conclusion."
"Natural conclusion?" I raised an eyebrow.
"That was her phrase," said Linda. "They want to do it here Friday afternoon when you don't have any classes to teach at the university. Ellen doesn't have any either at that time and the other three of us can leave our jobs at the library a little early that day."
"What about James, Karam, and Danny? Are they available?" I asked.
"Well, actually, they aren't and ... they won't be here," she smiled uneasily.
"I get it," I replied cynically but accurately, "their husbands don't know about it."
"I'm sorry," I continued, "but that's not acceptable. We are not going to help those three play around behind their husbands back, even if it is just spanking and not intercourse. That kind of trouble we don't need and besides I like those three guys. I don't think we should even consider it unless the husbands are present or at least give their OK."
"I agree," Linda said, "I'll call back and tell her."
"In the unlikely event that the husbands sign off on this, how do you feel about it?" I asked.
"KeeKee said that I could be in the room, so I think I'm alright with that," she said. "It was one thing for you to see their naked bottoms the other night when their husbands were just down the hall and could hear everything. But the thought of you alone with them for an unlimited time without their husbands around, well, I had a problem with that."
"OK. There's another issue," I said. "This business of continuing a spanking until its 'natural conclusion' is a pretty obvious euphemism. KeeKee and the other two want to be spanked to orgasm. Well, as we know better than anyone, that's darn near impossible. You need to make it plain to KeeKee and the others that they are setting themselves up for disappointment if they make that a goal. If they want to climax, there's going to have to be some more direct stimulation along with the spanking."
"OK. I'll pass that on to her, too," Linda answered, "but I'm also going to the tell them that it isn't going to be you who is doing the extra stimulating; because it isn't. We're agreed on that aren't we?"
"We are," I smiled.
"Good," she grinned, "so, moving on, KeeKee also told me that the wives want an instructional session with their husbands some Saturday in the near future."
"Instructional?" I asked, raising the other eyebrow this time, for variety.
"Yes," she explained, "they want you to teach their husbands how to give a spanking. She thought that you could use me to ... uh ... demonstrate things."
Her voice quivered a little on 'use' and 'demonstrate,' and I knew that she would be a mass of conflicting emotions about this suggestion. Linda's desires exist at several different levels of consciousness and sub consciousness, and the desires of different layers conflict with each other.
At the conscious level, she is a modest and rather conventional woman who is mortified at the very idea of being spanked. When I have to discipline her, there is usually some struggle and resistance, and always tears and real pain.
But subconsciously she needed the spankings and they had been a regular part of our lives since our tenth date. It wasn't the pain, so much as the fact of being controlled and commanded by a man. She was aware of this, and over the years she can come to learn that pretty much all women were the same way. They are all turned on by men who are commanding, especially in the bedroom, and nothing establishes who is in command better than a spanking. Nevertheless, her needs embarrassed her enough that she usually needed the face-saving rationale that she was being disciplined for misbehavior.
But at an even deeper level, the embarrassment itself was the most powerful turn-on for Linda. Humiliation, properly paced and doled out gradually over the course of a session, would bring her to shattering orgasms even as it was bringing the conventional Linda at the conscious level to tears of mortification. This is what we discovered on that tenth date, although to this day she is only intermittently and dimly aware of this deep level in her nature.
So, at one level, Linda was mortified, even outraged, at the very idea of baring her bottom to be the object of a spanking demonstration for three other couples. But at a much deeper level, the prospect was powerfully erotic for her.
