A Multiple Disciplinary Session

In my second year of grad school, I lived in an apartment down the hall from Carla and Danielle. Carla, a tall brunette, was an executive at a tech firm. Danielle, a petite blonde, was a student like me. We were all in our late 20s. They were fun to hang out with, and great to look at. They were a couple, but I harbored a secret fantasy that they were bisexual and would one day invite me into their bed.

One afternoon, I knocked on their door to ask to borrow some sugar. It wasn't uncommon that I'd find some reason or excuse to see them. Carla had taken to musing that they needed to find me a girlfriend. I was happy to get such help, and hoped they'd find someone as hot as themselves. Anyway, this day, Carla opened the door, wearing jeans and sweatshirt. I started asking about the sugar, and then realized she was on her cell phone; she ushered me in, then gestured for me to sit down. I waited on the sofa as she paced with the cell phone.

"Yes," she said to someone. "In fact, he just walked in, to mooch off me for something." I heard some laughter over the phone and a woman's voice saying something that sounded like it ended with "keep him in line." Carla laughed in response and hung up. She turned towards me.

"Who was that?" I asked hesitantly.

"A friend of mine. Stephanie. I'm thinking of setting you up with her, if you behave. Now what was it you were looking to borrow?"

Slightly flustered, I said "Sugar," at which point Danielle walked in. "Don't call her sugar," she said mirthfully. Danielle was wearing a short white skirt and a black shirt with thin shoulder straps. My eyes must've widened at seeing her.

"I think you're his eye candy," Carla said, crossing her arms. She gave me a stern look. "We have some brown sugar, Paul," she said. "But before that, I'm glad you're here, with your usual any-excuse-to-check-us-out attitude."

I sat there not knowing what to say. Then, to my surprise, Carla turned her stern expression to Danielle. "Have you finished your paper?" Carla asked pointedly.

Danielle looked at Carla, then gave me a nervous glance before looking down at the floor. "Not yet," she replied quietly. She shifted her weight a bit on her gorgeous legs.

"You know what that means," said Carla briskly. "Go get the paddle."

Danielle looked shocked. "Now?" she asked, her hand gesturing toward me.

"Yes, in front of Paul," Carla said evenly. "You always enjoy his roving eye anyway. Let's give him something to look at."

Danielle's brow furrowed, and for a moment I thought there was going to be some kind of argument between them. Then she turned and headed to their bedroom. I sat on the sofa, not sure what was going on but no longer interested in the sugar. Danielle returned and walked up to Carla, holding out a small wooden paddle handle-first for her girlfriend to take.

Carla grabbed the paddle but also had her cell phone back out. She pushed a button, then spoke a moment later. "Stephanie, come over now," she said. "Paul's here, and I don't think he's leaving anytime soon. Plus, Danielle's about to have a session, which you and he can witness." I couldn't make out the reply on the phone, though it sounded enthusiastic. Carla hung up.

Danielle was standing there, blushing. "Both Stephanie and Paul?" she said, in an uncertain voice.

"Yep," Carla said. "You've agreed witnesses might be needed, to keep you on your study program." She looked over at me. "Of course, Paul, you're welcome to just grab the sugar and head out, if that's your preference."

I wondered if they'd noticed the growing bulge in my crotch as I sat. "I can stay," I said trying to sound nonchalant.

"Okay," Carla said, turning back toward Danielle. She gestured with the paddle in my general direction. "Kneel on the sofa next to Paul," Carla said. Danielle shot me a look that seemed a little bit resentful. Then she kneeled next to me, resting her elbows on the sofa. Her skirt rose up on her bare thighs. I turned my head slightly to look.

Behind the sofa was a space with a thin rug, and then a wall with some bookshelves and a mirror. Danielle was now looking at the bookshelf, as if trying to downplay the fact that I was present and next to her.

Carla moved closer. She held the paddle in her right hand, but before doing anything with that, she gave Danielle a few light pats on the butt with her left hand. Then she flipped up Danielle's little skirt. I stared at Danielle's panties, and then noticed her giving me a sideways, embarrassed glance. She turned back towards the bookshelves.

Carla then brought the paddle down on Danielle's butt, not too hard but enough to convey her point. Danielle gave out a gasp. The paddle came down again. "Ow," Danielle said, though I had the impression that her current discomfort was more of embarrassment than pain. The paddle strokes continued. Danielle seemed to be trying not to say "Ow," and what came out instead were short grunts.

The doorbell rang. "That's Stephanie," said Carla, turning towards me. "Let her in."

That was an order, I thought. I got up and walked to the door, then opened it slightly to be sure it was a single woman in the hallway. I'd never seen Stephanie before. She had an athletic look, different from our friends but striking in her own way. Her hair was brown and short, and her sweatshirt gave only a hint of what seemed like a muscular build. She was wearing yoga pants, which I glanced down at thinking I looked forward to seeing her from behind. I nodded and opened the door wider, letting her in, before closing it behind her.

Stephanie paused for a moment, taking in the scene. Danielle was still kneeling on the sofa, flipped skirt revealing pink panties. She kept her gaze fixed on that bookshelf. Carla was standing behind her, still holding the paddle but now looking at Stephanie. I stood a little behind Stephanie and off to the side, feeling awkward.

"Glad you could make it," Carla said. She was addressing herself to Stephanie, her eyes never moving to me. I stared at Stephanie's ass, which was firm and gorgeous. "As you know," Carla continued, "Danielle's grades have gotten a lot higher since I've acquainted her with the paddle. Thank you for that suggestion."

I was standing a little too far back to see Stephanie's expression, so I slowly shifted to her side while keeping a distance. "I'm glad it's worked out," said Stephanie. She had some kind of East European accent, and I could see now that she had a smug smile on her face. She continued, still facing Carla. "What does this Paul friend of yours think about this?"

I was thinking about what to say, when Carla responded first. "He seems awfully intrigued," she said. "He's always had a thing for Danielle, so seeing her like this is turning him on." I couldn't exactly deny it, as the bulge in my crotch was surely noticeable as I stood there. "What's more," Carla continued, "I think he's pretty submissive himself. You'll see he follows orders nicely." Perhaps to my own surprise, I felt a twinge of irritation at that.

"Let's test that out," Stephanie said, turning her head toward me. "Drop your pants and go kneel on the sofa next to Danielle."

That seemed rather presumptuous. "No," I said. "I've got something else in mind." It was true that I had a submissive streak. But the sight of a woman getting a spanking brought out a different side to me. "Right this way," I added, as I grabbed Stephanie's arm and walked her over to the sofa. I pressed her into a kneeling position next to Danielle, where I'd previously been sitting. Then I brusquely reached under to undo her belt. I yanked her pants down to her knees, revealing a pair of black panties. Now I grabbed the paddle from Carla's hand and brought it down on Stephanie's butt, just slightly harder than Carla had spanked Danielle. "Ow!" Stephanie said, with that accent. Danielle was now looking wide-eyed at her friend and companion in being punished.

I gave Carla a stern look. She had a surprised expression. "What's Danielle's safeword?" I asked, with an edge to my tone. "Coconut," Carla said quietly.

"Fine," I said, turning back toward Stephanie and caressing her panty-clad butt with one hand as I raised the paddle with the other. "Stephanie's safeword is pineapple then," I said. "And these panties are coming down soon, and so are Danielle's." I gave Stephanie's butt a good whack. She responded with a groan that ended more like a moan.

I looked back at Carla, whose domineering expression had been replaced with a meek look. "When do I get to continue Danielle's spanking?" she asked. This sounded less like a demand than a request for direction.

"Only after your pants are down and you're kneeling next to Stephanie," I replied calmly. "You safeword's papaya. Take your panties down right away; let's skip a step."

With that, Carla began undoing her pants, while the other two ladies peeked over their shoulders at us. The sofa was big enough for the three of them, with room for Carla on Danielle's other side. After Carla took her panties off and got into position, I lay the paddle aside for a moment so I could lower Danielle's and Stephanie's panties as well.

After feasting my eyes on the three naked asses awaiting my ministrations, I spent the next 10 minutes or so stepping back and forth behind the three girls, whacking each in turn and deciding which cheek would get the next smack.

Then, lowering the paddle, I began to finger Danielle's pussy. She came almost immediately, crying out loudly. I caressed her butt. "You have a paper to write, young lady," I said softly. "Go do that while I finish up with these two."

"I'm in charge of Danielle," Carla grumbled, as Danielle got up. "I never got to finish spanking her." I responded to that whine by giving Carla a sound whack of the paddle. "Don't worry," I said, stroking her reddened butt cheek with my other hand. "I'm just helping out for the day."

I stepped over to Stephanie, giving a caress to her bare ass as I raised the paddle. "As for you," I said, "it seems Carla and Danielle have been wanting to set us up. I'm all for it, as long as you understand things may not always go your way." I brought the paddle down with a thwack.

"Yes, sir," Stephanie said, with that cute accent.

Danielle had gotten her pants back up and was standing there watching. "I said, get that paper done," I said sharply. "Now." Without a word, Danielle disappeared into the bedroom.

"As for you, Carla," I said, "you're going to spend some time in the corner. Keep your pants down and your nose to the wall. I don't want to see you turning your head." Carla started getting up to comply. "After all," I added cheerfully, "Stephanie and I deserve a little privacy on our first date."