Every time we have couples over, my husband Figgy and our friend Clarence get into an argument about LGBTQ+. Every time. I'm sick of it. So this time I make a statement.
"Take your dispute into another room," I say. "None of us want to hear you argue. This is supposed to be a pleasant social visit."
Figgy doesn't want to leave the room. I know why. He is afraid of Clarence and deep down he knows he is wrong. Things escalate when Figgy says something offensive and close minded.
For the first time, I got them to continue their argument in the guest bedroom. Things got real loud and then it was crickets. The walls are thin, so any sound could be heard. In between, it sounded like there was a little bit of a scuffle. After the silence, we all heard what sounded like some loud smacks. It actually sounded like someone was getting a spanking.
Smack! Smack!
"What's that noise?" One of the girls asked.
If I didn't know any better, that sounds like someone is getting a spanking!
Smack! Smack!
"How embarrassing! Two guys leave the room to argue and now one of them is spanking from the other."
Smack! Smack! The swats continued.
Now all the girls were really curious; all the guys just wanted to talk about the upcoming Super Bowl. The girls looked to me for guidance. If someone was getting spanked, it would very likely be my husband (not the other way around).
I decided to discreetly check on the boys in the other room. The door was closed to just a crack. But with the bedroom light on, I could clearly see what was happening. Clarence was holding Figgy down over his lap and spanking my husband's bare white ass with Figgy's own belt. Which was removed from Figgy's pants and were now resting at his ankles. Clarence must have pulled his shirt up over Figgy's head, because all I could see was his completely naked pale white body with bunched up clothes at both his head and his feet. I imagined that my husband was wrestled into being trapped by his own clothing. And now he'd find it increasingly difficult to fend off Clarence's large black hand using the belt to land smack after resounding hard smack on Figgy's exposed ass.
I must've been right. Figgy seemed to be resisting less and less giving in to the humiliating spanking I'm sure he deserved. I found it to be kind of erotic, to be honest. Seeing my husband being held accountable for some of his shitty comments was cool, but the humiliating spanking was sexy. I even thought I was getting turned on, so I felt it best to just get back to the party.
In the other room, the girls wanted to know what was happening. All the guys had already headed to the patio to stand around the keg, to talk football, not even noticing Clarence's or Figgy's absence. I decided to tell the girls. It served my husband right for his shitty behavior. Hearing about it meant that they all now wanted to watch. I gave my approval, only I requested that they peek through the door discreetly so that Figgy and Clarence wouldn't be aware they were there.
One by one each of the girls went to look through the cracked bedroom door. Each one returned with a flushed look on their face. For us girls, this was one of the most exciting things to happen at one of our parties since...well, since ever.
When it was my second turn to peek, I was shocked at how red my husband's ass had become in such a short time. Clarence was getting payback for all of Figgy's bullshit comments. His ass was a deep crimson color. While I was peering, I noticed Clarence had discovered the lotion I store on the bedside table. He was applying it to Figgy's tender ass as perhaps a peace offering. I was so turned on, I started touching myself through my clothes.
I had the perfect view. When Clarence opened Figgy's butt cheeks and started rubbing the lotion directly on my husband's butt hole, a moan escaped from my mouth. Clarence must've heard me as he suddenly looked up. I skedaddled. I mustn't tell anyone what I just saw. I think Clarence just inserted a finger into Figgy's butt. I'm pretty sure that's what I just saw.
Now it was my turn to return with flushed cheeks.
"They're finishing up. No more sneaking. I almost got caught peeking."
I replayed the vision in my mind. It was what I saw. And good thing I told everyone they were done, because shortly after, Clarence appeared. He headed to the patio for a beer giving me a glare as he passed by.
Everyone acted like nothing happened. It was like one big secret with each woman knowing a part of it. As our couple friends slowly left, Figgy never reappeared. I went to check on him. He tried to act like nothing happened. So obviously, he didn't know that the girls and I witnessed his spanking. When I inquired about the smacking noises, my husband said they were just farting around and changed the subject.
"So everything is okay between you two?"
"Yup, yeah. Everything is fine," Figgy said lying straight to my face.
One Week Later
One week later, we were all together again. It was the Friday night before Super Bowl Sunday. And before the football fixation took over among the boys, Figgy got into it with Clarence again. What? He didn't learn his lesson?
"You really want to go there again?" Clarence called out Figgy.
The girls all did. I thought that somehow Figgy thought that if he didn't leave the living room this time he'd be safe. My husband was grandstanding. Oh boy, this is going to backfire on him. Clarence just sat there quiet. He didn't need words. His spanking hand would do his communicating. It wasn't a question of if; just the answer of when.
"Keep talking smart guy, this won't end well for you," Clarence quietly and firmly stated.
The girls goaded Figgy. He stupidly took the bait. The table was getting set for another ass blistering spanking. Only the football tools and Figgy didn't see what was coming. My husband still figured that he'd just not ever agree to hash this out in the bedroom and--when mentioned--refused to do so.
I devised a plan. I told my friend Vika to go use the hallway bathroom and don't come out until 'I text you to do so'. That way Figgy--whose bladder was about to burst--will have to use the master bathroom. It worked. Perfectly. When Figgy went to relieve himself, I looked at Clarence and said, "If you need to sort out your differences with my husband, your welcome to use the master bedroom."
He picked up the hint quickly. The next thing Figgy knew, after peeing, was that he was trapped in the master bedroom alone with Clarence and was now having to deal with the consequences of his shitty attitude. This time, I'm pretty certain, Clarence left the door ajar on purpose. The idea being that, if someone happened to be standing in the doorway, they'd have a clear viewing angle to see everything that was happening.
And happening it was. Foolishly, Figgy resisted Clarence whereby Clarence had to wrestle Figgy into submission. It wasn't long before Figgy was forced across Clarence's lap for an even harder spanking. Clarence was really going to hold him accountable this time, beginning with stripping off every shred of Figgy's clothes. Shit!
The girls rotated turns watching from the doorway. No reason to miss any of this show. Figgy was none the wiser. With his bare ass pointed at the door, he had no idea who was behind him. And that bare ass went from white to pink to red to dark red to reddish brown. Clarence found my hairbrush from the bathroom and used that for his spanking tool. Figgy was actually crying and apologizing profusely while begging for forgiveness. Clarence would glance up periodically to make sure that every woman at the party got a glimpse of his handiwork.
My favorite part of these spankings is the lotion application. Clarence showed some (momentary) sympathy after the spanking and rubbed rose scented lotion into Figgy's punished ass cheeks. But this time around Clarence was definitely going to humiliate my husband further. He began inserting a full finger into Figgy's accepting ass while lotioning his crimson butt cheeks. I decided I wasn't going to give up my turn and would just stay watching in the doorway. I wasn't leaving. This was too incredible to miss. A big black finger sliding into a little white butt that offered no resistance.
I was masturbating while standing in the doorway. And because I didn't leave when my turn was up, Vika showed up. We now had two of us standing and kneeling silently in the doorway. Very silently.
Before too long, five girls lined the partially cracked open door from floor to the top of the door frame with each of us in various standing, crouched and kneeling positions. Each of us were still and silent. Clarence could see we were there.
"Okay, my little Figgy piggy, it's time for more consequences that are the result of your actions," Clarence said loud enough for all of us to hear. My cock is either going in your butt or in your mouth. Do you want to choose or should I?
The girls gasped so loud, I was sure Figgy would hear us. Nope. Whew.
"Clarence, you should know that I'm not gay."
"Well you sure seem to respond to my finger in your butt, so I'm thinking you're going to like have my cock up in there as well."
"Can we stop all of this, if I promise to not make any more inflammatory comments?" Figgy said as if attempting a negotiation.
"That's what you said last time. So, NO. From now on, every time you misbehave, your consequence is cock. My cock. Every time you are bad you will be spanked and service my cock. Maybe your behavior and attitude will finally change." Clarence stated the new behavior rules.
"Okay, okay. I agree. I promise there won't be a next time and if there is I'll get punished."
Figgy attempted to get up sending all us girls scrambling away from the door.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Clarence asked while forcing Figgy back down to a subservient position.
"I said that I agreed that the next time..."
Clarence cut him off.
"I said from NOW on. Meaning now. I'm teaching you a lesson. Holding you accountable right now. Then we'll both know that if you ever misbehave again, deep down, you want this. That really, you're actions suggest that you're asking for cock."
