So about the time Celia should have been picking Debra up, we both finally stripped and went to the bedroom to collect the toys. We hadn’t wanted to do it earlier in case Celia decided to stop by before going to get Debra.
When Debra held the door for Celia to walk into the house, Celia suddenly stopped just inside the doorway, too stunned to speak, and Debra ran right into her. Celia, knocked off balance, took a step forward and Deb looked around her and said, “Oh! My! God!” as the sound of Jim’s first spank landed on my upturned ass. “They’re actually doing it!”
Jim was sitting on the sofa which is in the great room, and is visible to someone entering the foyer. I was over his lap, feet and backside towards the foyer. We had spent some time carefully positioning a mirror on the floor so I could see behind me. Jim landed another tentative slap.
Celia was still standing in the doorway, her mouth hanging open. Debra gave her a little push and said, “C’mon, show’s on!” Celia took two steps and stopped again, still obviously stunned by the sight. Jim and I were both getting more nervous and the only thing that kept me from getting up and running for the bedroom was that Celia and Debra were between me and that refuge. The panic moment passed when Deb grabbed Celia’s hand and dragged her to a rocker/recliner and said, “They are actually going to do it! We’ve been talking about wanting to see this for so long.” Then she turned towards me and said, “Don’t stop on our account.”
She waved a hand towards Jim who came to with a start and said, “Oh” and gave my tail another tentative swat.
“C’mon, big boy, is that all you’ve got?” Deb took the very few steps towards us and gave my butt a resounding slap.
“OUCH!”
Celia giggled and Jim finally woke up and started slapping away at my backside with his bare hand in a businesslike manner, not too hard, perfect for a warm-up. Debra sat in the other chair and unfolded the footrest. “I’m going to really enjoy this! I didn’t believe you’d ever do it.”
Celia croaked, “Me neither.” Instead of relaxing back into the chair she leaned forward and said, “Don’t stop now. But I want to know later just how this came about.”
“Yeah, me too. Now I get the funny hints you were giving out last night and the ‘surprise’ you planned, so this isn’t sudden. Something happened and I think I’m going to enjoy this story…but Celia’s right, don’t stop now! Just pretend we aren’t here if you need to.”
Jim had paused again when Celia spoke but now he started in again, still just using his hand. The paddles were on an end table within easy reach, though, all of them. But he spanked on and on, not seeming to know how to move to the next step.
Finally Debra got up and walked over and picked up the light 16 inch wooden ruler that she usually uses for the warm-up and handed it to Jim.
“Try this. Believe it or not, he likes it.”
I blushed but Jim took the ruler and started spanking away with it, really starting to get into it now that the women had given their stamp of approval. Deb is right. I really do like that ruler. It is perfect for the beginning of a spanking because it stings the skin but helps the tissue warm up to accept more serious implements later. The sting it gives is very sensuous in a way that is impossible to describe. It is really too light to be of much use beyond the warm-up period, though.
Debra sat on the floor right beside my head, looking at my face through the mirror, and then leaned down and gave me a kiss. “Nice surprise, honey.”
“Welcome home.” I replied, grinning.
Celia got up and came closer, too. “Y’know, I’ve always wondered what I look like when you are doing that…” Her voice dropped almost below hearing. “to me.”
Jim paused, looked up at her and said, “Now you know. Sort of.”
“Go ahead, rub his butt!” Debra practically ordered. She turned towards Celia. “Wait ’till you see how that makes him squirm!”
Jim dropped the ruler. During our set up we had practiced the spanking position, without actually spanking, though we had considered it. We thought the women would want to see the entire thing. But anyway, I had actually lain across Jim’s lap so we could position the mirror that enabled me to see the room behind me. I saw Jim look up at Celia. She nodded and he placed his hand on my barely pink, but warm and tingly bottom. Celia nodded again and he began to move it around, perhaps a bit stiffly at first but getting into it as time went on. He didn’t play in the crack, though.
Celia reached out and put her hand on top of Jim’s hand where it rested on my bottom. She looked at Debra, who nodded. She slid her hand off Jim’s and cupped my right cheek, the one closest to her. I had been too nervous to get an erection up to now, but that did it. I could feel Jim springing up, too.
Debra said, “Spank him a bit more with the ruler and then I think we all need a drink. Uh, do you plan to take this all the way?”
Jim looked at Celia and I looked at Debra. I don’t think either of us could find our voice so we both just nodded.
“Ok, then I think there is a story we’d like to hear before we continue and a drink will give us all a chance to relax and settle our nerves.”
“A drink, yeah. Good idea. And a story.”
“Some of us may need a good stiff drink.” I mumbled.
Deb caught on immediately. “A stiff drink for a stiffy, honey?”
“Mmhmm. Both of us.”
“Oh, good. Get up, then.” She started trying to pull me off Jim’s lap. “Celia, looks like we are finally going get to see each other’s hubby waving a boner.”
Celia laughed. “Yeah! Stand up, both of you, and show us what you’ve got!”
Debra had tugged me off onto the floor and I just spun and sat down on the carpet, trying to shield my fully erect dick from view. But Debra stood and took my hand and started trying to pull me to my feet. Celia saw what she was doing and grabbed Jim’s hand and tried to pull him up, too.
“C’mon, part of you is up, get the rest up!” Celia said to Jim.
I looked up at Deb and she just grinned and gave a little tug with her hand while motioning with her head that I should get up, too. Both of us rose, blushing furiously. I noticed Debra was looking at Jim and Celia was looking at me. Both of us just got harder.
Debra said, “They look pretty much the same except for Jerry’s little curve.”
“Yup.”
Debra swatted my butt and said, “Go fix us all some drinks, honey.
Make mine a white Zin.” She looked a question at Celia.
“Uh, Chablis for me.”
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of wine glasses. “Jim, I have a small batch burbon that I’m going to open, what about you?”
He came around the kitchen island, an excuse to hide, I think, and agreed that the bourbon sounded good so I set out a couple of short glasses.
“Ice?” He asked.
“Yeah. I think so.”
He busied himself dropping some cubes into our glasses while I opened the wine bottles and poured for the ladies. We both started to deflate a bit, not standing so tall and firm now.
But Celia gave Debra an impish grin and said, “I think they are hiding out back there, don’t you?”
“Definitely. Let’s go get in the way and help out.”