This story continues from
"The Disciplinarian Ch. 02."
You'll need to read that one first to understand who these people are and where they are, both literally and emotionally.
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Jennie spent the night at her boyfriend's place and when she came home the next morning she seemed ... uh ...
satisfied
. She reported that their sex had been great again just as it had been after the first session with Mr. Daniels. She wanted another one as soon as possible.
"So, what did
you
do last night, Soo May?" she asked with just a hint of sarcastic smirk.
"Nothing, I just read," I said with irritation, knowing full well what she was hinting at.
It was a lie, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of the truth. Damn her and her gloating about having a boyfriend.
Angie called just before I left for work and reported that she, too, had had fantastic sex with her husband, Roger. She wanted to make sessions with Mr. Daniels a regular thing at our Wine and Fantasy evenings.
Brains Too
So, with the go ahead from both of them, I called Mr. Daniels. I wanted to spend more time with him, so I was pleasantly surprised when he suggested a lunch instead of another meeting at the coffee shop.
In the days leading up to the lunch I found myself getting more and more nervous, much to my surprise. I hadn't felt this way since I'd had crushes on older boys in high school. These were the boys that made me feel gooey and dizzy and kind of stupid when I was around them. If you're a woman I think you know exactly what I mean. Anyway, it had been several years since any man made me feel that way and I was actually a little annoyed at myself that he had this effect on me.
We met at an Indian restaurant. Once, again, I was late. Once, again, he said nothing about this.
He was dressed more casually this time, wearing a dark turtle-neck under a sport coat. He smiled much more than in our first meeting and his eyes, which were a light, icy, blue seemed to twinkle a little when he smiled.
We talked mostly about me. I don't remember if the food was good. I don't even remember what we ate. We laughed a lot. I told him of my troubles at work. He did not offer advice which I wasn't really looking for anyway, but as I talked, he leaned in a little and listened intently, nodding his head in understanding. At one point as I was explaining a complex project at work, his eyes widened in mild surprise.
"So," he said, "brains, too."
"Too?" I echoed, puzzled.
"Besides beauty."
I blushed and surge of giggly stupidity welled up in me. I began yammering and giggling. He just smiled and nodded and twinkled.
We lost track of time and at least two hours had gone by when he suddenly reminded me of the original purpose of the lunch. "You mentioned on the phone that you and your friends wanted another session."
"Oh, yes, [giggle]", I said. "Silly me, I almost forgot the whole point. [giggle]. Would next Thursday work, same time, same place?"
"That'll work fine," he smiled, "and same rules, too."
"Oh, of course, that's understood."
He paid the check and after saying our goodbyes outside the restaurant door, we went in opposite directions. As soon as he was out of sight, I grabbed by mobile and made an appointment with a hair dresser.
New Appearances
Angie's husband was pulling away from their home as we arrived. He waved to us and sped off to his poker game.
Angie expressed surprise at my appearance. My new do was shorter and curlier. I was also wearing a new outfit, more girly than most of my clothes. My top was frilly with a high, lacy, almost Victorian collar. My slacks were pink with a curly blue design woven into the sides that, I hoped, would make my hips look at least a little bit wider.
"So," Angie asked with a sly smile, "why the new look, Soo May?"
"That's what I'd like to know, too," Jennie injected before I could reply. She also had a wicked smile.
"I don't know why you two are looking at me like that," I fibbed. "I just want to try a new look. Ok?"
"Ok, Ok!" Angie said, "I was just curious. No big deal."
Angie, incidentally, was in a simple blue shift. Jennie was wearing blue jeans with a baby tee top.
We started on the wine while we waited for Mr. Daniels. Having had two sessions now with Mr. Daniels, Angie and Jennie were quite relaxed. But I was nervous again at the prospect of seeing him again ... and being seen by him, not necessarily with clothes on.
The doorbell rang and I nearly jumped, which caused Angie and Jennie to exchange knowing smiles much to my irritation. A minute later, Mr. Daniels was at the kitchen table with us, drinking wine and making small talk.
"All right," said Mr. Daniels after a few minutes, "I think it is high time for a group session. I think you all are ready."
With that he got up and marched to the living room, confident that we would follow, which we did.
When we were all gathered together in the living room, he gave us his instructions.
"As always, you must each ask permission to rub your bottom," he said. "Try to use complete sentences when you speak and be polite. As I did in our first two sessions I'll push each of you to the limits of what you can take but not past the limit. Finally, as you all know by now, I don't give the same treatment to all three of you. Each of you will get what I think you need. Any questions?"
We all shook are heads negatively and looked down.
"Alright, then," he continued, "all of you take off your shoes and socks."
We quickly obeyed.
"Now speaking of treating you each differently," he turned toward me, "I want you to strip completely right now, Soo May."
"What?" I said in surprise, "Why? I mean why only me?"
"I can't entirely explain my own instincts, Soo May," he said with what sounded like genuine understanding, "but I believe very strongly that you'll find the evening most effective if you are naked through it all."
All three of them had seen me naked at our two previous sessions, but somehow that didn't make it much easier to strip. I unbuttoned my blouse and draped it on a chair. As usual, I was braless. Then, with one arm clamped over my breasts, I unfastened my pants and pushed them and my panties to my ankles, and kicked them aside as I clamped my other hand over my private estate.
Stripper
"Angie," he said turning his attention to his host, "in their first sessions with me in the bedroom last month, both Jennie and Soo May told me that you can be quite egotistical at times."
"They did?" she said with surprise as she glanced at Jennie and me.
We kept our eyes on the floor and said nothing.
"Indeed, they did," Mr. Daniels continued. "They say you even try to dictate what clothes they wear."
He paused to let this sink in and then continued, "Don't you think you should change this behavior, Angie?"
"Yes," she whispered, clearly uncertain where this was going.
"Can you think of something that would show your friends how contrite you are and that would help you remember in the future to not be so conceited?" he asked patiently.
"You m- mean p- punishment?" Angie stammered, suddenly quite nervous.
"Yes, that's what I mean, Angie," he answered, and then he added, before she could say anything, "Now, I want you to tell Jennie and Soo May how sorry you are and ask them both to give you a spanking to help you learn."
There was a long silence in the room as Angie overcame her shock. Jennie and I were shocked, too. We hadn't realized that a group session with The Disciplinarian would mean that we'd be helping in each other's discipline.
Finally, Angie spoke, "Soo May and Jennie, I'm very sorry that I've been so conceited. Please help me learn a lesson by giving me a spanking."
"Good," he approved. "Now, Angie, kneel on the sofa as you did on my first visit and rest your head on the top of the back of it.
When she did, he added another command "That's right, now pull your dress up in back."
She did as told and the effect was to reveal her white lacy panties stretched tight over her beautiful model's bottom. Again, as I had the previous session, I felt a flash of annoyance that she had put on sexy undies for our session with Mr. Daniels.
"And, one more thing, Angie, arch your back," he instructed.
As a former model, she needed no explanation of what he meant. She made her back concave, causing her bum to rise and stick up and out as if it were anxious to receive spanks.
"By happy coincidence," Mr. Daniels said, "Soo May is right-handed and Jennie is a lefty, so the two of them can stand on either side of you and spank you at the same time."
We positioned ourselves as Mr. Daniels directed and he stood a few feet behind Angie's backside where he could see it and us.
"Alright, Jennie and Soo May," he explained, "you are each going to spank Angie 20 times. You will alternate strokes. And no soft spanks. I can get the ping pong paddle at any time, and for every too soft spank you give Angie, I will give you a hard one with the paddle later. If it helps, just think about the last time she behaved arrogantly. Soo May, you go first."
I had a choice of exposing my pubis or my tits. I decided the lesser of evils was to let my tiny breasts show, so I clamped my left hand over my mound and pulled my right hand back and up. I wasn't going to risk a paddling, so I smacked Angie hard on the peak of her left, white-clad, buttock.
"Uhn!" she grunted in surprise at the force of the blow.
Jennie made it plain that she, also, was afraid of the paddle. She reared her left hand back and smacked Angie's butt on the opposite side.
I gave her my second right in the middle and Jennie spanked her on the same spot.
"Hold on there!" Mr. Daniels said, and he caught my hand before I could land a third blow.
"Angie," he asked, "aren't you grateful to your friends for this lesson they are teaching you?"
"Uh, ... yes," Angie said warily.
"Then I think you should thank them for these spanks. Understood?"
She nodded her acceptance of this and the spanking resumed.
I slapped her hard on the lower peak of the left buttock.
"Uh, thank you, Soo May," she said breathily.
Jennie gave her one just as hard on the other side.
"Ow, huh ... thank you, Jennie."
And so we continued.
