Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally.
Instructions and Inspections
The next day, Jennie and I rode in her car to Angie's. We arrived just as her husband was pulling away. Once we were all inside and had each had a half a glass of wine, we did a quick inventory. I had brought Mickey's satchel with the switch in it and Jennie had the sheet of sandpaper.
"Well," said Angie, "I guess we should take a look at the individual instructions that Mr. Daniels sent to us. Who wants to go first?"
We looked at each other and finally Jennie said, "Ok. I'll go first."
She then took a piece of paper from her handbag, apparently Mr. Daniels' instructions, and read it over silently to herself.
"Alright, Angie," Jennie said, "you don't have to take any clothes off to begin with, but whenever a character in a story that Soo May is reading is being spanked or paddled or something, you have to get undressed to the same degree as the person in the story. You also have to take the exact same position as the person in the story, bent over a chair or lying over a lap or whatever. I then give you a swat with the same kind of instrument that is used in the story."
"Is that all?" Angie asked.
"No, of course not." Jennie said, "Do really think Mr. Daniels would leave it at that? When I give you the swat, Soo May is to take a picture of the scene. You have to look at the camera and smile for the picture."
"Ok," she said, looking worried. The thought of getting her picture taken while getting a swat, possibly undressed, had clearly unnerved her. Even from long distance, Mickey knew how to press her buttons.
Nevertheless, she continued the conversation, "So, how are you two supposed to be dressed? Soo May, what are his instructions for Jennie?"
"Well, Jennie is to be fully dressed ... ," I said, and Jennie looked relieved while Angie seemed to grimace in resentment.
"... to start with. However, Jennie, you have to put that sandpaper into your undies with the rough side against your ass right now. It has to stay there except when you are being spanked or punished."
"Damn!" Jennie muttered, as she began to undo the snap of her jeans. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Angie smiling at this development.
Jennie dropped the jeans to her thighs and then pulled her panties out in back to insert the sandpaper as instructed. When it was in place, she pulled her jeans back up and closed them. I noticed that she was wearing plain white cotton undies.
Humph,
I thought cynically,
when Mickey's not here, she wears plain panties!
She paused for a moment to see how sandpaper pressed against bare skin felt.
"That actually doesn't feel too bad," she declared with a surprised smile. I wondered if Mickey's instincts for punishment and humiliation had failed him in this case.
"Also," I continued, "whenever Angie is reading a story that involves an instrument, like a paddle or switch, you have to undress to the same degree as the person in the story and I give you swats with the exact same instrument, but no more than three swats."
"What if there's only hand spanking in the story?" She asked.
"Nothing. You don't get punished in that case. When the story is over, we rotate and go on to the next story."
"Soo May," Angie called suddenly, "my turn to give you your instructions."
We looked over to see that she was reading Mickey's email on her laptop screen.
"To start with," she said, "get those short-shorts off. That's what Mr. Daniels instructed me for you. And they stay off all evening."
I took them off, dropped them on the seat of an easy chair, and stood there in red tights and a white baby-T that did not reach more than a couple of inches below my waist. As Jennie had instructed, I had no underwear on.
"OK," I said, "so who reads the first story? Should we draw straws?"
"Not so fast," said Angie. "There was more in Mr. Daniels' instructions for you, Soo May."
"What else?" I asked nervously.
"You are to have a cucumber inserted in your love tunnel this whole evening," she said with a wicked smile, "The tights will hold it in."
Jennie giggled at this news while I turned pink.
"I'll get one from the fridge," Angie volunteered all too enthusiastically.
She went to the kitchen and we heard the refrigerator door open. A few seconds later, Angie was back with a green gourd in her hand.
"I don't have any cucumbers, so you'll have to use this zucchini," she said and then added with a grin, "Hope you like Italian men."
This sent Jennie and Angie both into paroxysms of laughter.
"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically, grabbing the zucchini from Angie, "you should be a comedian."
I was about to pull down my tights and insert the gourd when I realized there was a slight logistical problem: I needed to be wet first. Angie's next words revealed that Mickey, as usual, had thought of that.
"Oh, by the way," said Angie, who was looking at the computer screen again, "Mr. Daniels, says that you can't use any KY jelly or other lubricants."
"So, she'll have to get wet some other way!" Jennie exclaimed, clearly enjoying the situation, "and we know just how to do that don't we?"
"Yes, indeed!" Angie declared. Then, looking at me, she snapped her fingers and pointed at the couch. "Bend over the back of the couch, Soo May, right now!"
"Wait," I stalled, "that's not necessary."
"What's the alternative, Soo May?" Jennie asked. "Are you going to pull your tights down and play with yourself in front of us?"
She had a point there. The least embarrassing way for me to get wet would be to submit to a spanking.
"Hey, I'm your master," Angie's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Now get over the back of that couch. I want your little boy butt pointing to the ceiling in 10 seconds!"
With a groan, I walked around to the back of the couch and bent over the back of it, dropping the zucchini onto a cushion and putting my hands on the seat. Jennie and Angie, giggling, came around it too and stood behind me.
The red, form-fitting tights stretched over my butt. Since my hips were higher than my shoulders, the hem of my T slid down a bit, exposing my belly and lower back.
"Alright," said Jennie, tittering, "let's get this lube job going."
A second later Jennie's hand smacked my right bun and Angie's smacked my left almost simultaneously. Angie's swat made a different sound. I think she might have been cupping her hand.
Smack! ... Papt!
"Ow," I exclaimed, and I jerked forward a bit. The red tights hid my skin from view but they were so thin, the spanks felt almost like they were on my bare bottom.
After a pause to giggle to each other about what they were doing, they resumed. Jennie concentrated on my right bun while Angie targeted my left.
Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt!
Although my privates were hidden, I still blushed in shame at what I was doing ... and especially at
why
I was doing it: bending over so that my two best friends could spank me into arousal.
Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt! ... Smack! ... Papt!
After about a minute, Angie had a question.
