Debby & Sandra II

Debby and Sandra were becoming closer and closer all the time. After being there for her first ever spanking, I had only been disciplined in her presence one other time. I had told Debby that there was going to be a dinner meeting one night after work and to expect me home by 8:30 – 9:00 p.m. The meeting had wrapped up early and several of us decided to stay for drinks. Since it was early I thought nothing about staying for a while longer. Unfortunately, I lost track of time, and when I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 9:30. I knew I was in big trouble! I should have called, but I just raced home, arriving just a little before 10:00. 

I knew Debby would be mad (my lack of punctuality was one thing that was on our DWC contract). I expected her to meet me at the door with an implement in her hand and to punish me on the spot. To my surprise, she was sitting in the living room watching TV and barely glanced my way when I came in. All she said to me was, "Go to bed, we'll deal with this later." Debby went to the office early the next morning, so I didn't see her. About ten in the morning, she sent me an email saying in as few words as possible that she and Sandra were going for dinner after work and that Sandra would be coming over after. I was to have the house spotless, set up a dining room chair in the living room for punishment and have all her implements laid out on the coffee table. I was also to be standing in the corner "ready."

I couldn't concentrate all day and rushed home and started cleaning.  I thought if I did as she asked maybe she would soften and take it easy on me. It was 7:00 and the house was done. I went to our closet and got all of Debby's implements. Her brush, paddle, leather strap and the dreaded cane and laid them on the coffee table. I took a chair from the dining room and positioned it in the middle of the living room. Taking a nervous last look around I went upstairs to take off my clothes. 

Coming downstairs, I heard the car in the driveway and had barely enough time to get to the corner before the door opened and Debby and Sandra came in. Coming into the living room, Sandra said, "At least he’s done things right this time." Debby replied that she was going to check the house to make sure I had cleaned it well. She told me to make myself useful and make them a couple of drinks. I hurried out of the corner, catching Sandra's eye and seeing that she had a big smile on her face. 

The drinks were ready when Debby came into the room. I handed the ladies their drinks and was sent back into the corner while they sat on the couch. They were talking about me; how disrespectful it had been to be late and the punishment that they thought was appropriate. Debby ordered me to have a seat in the dining room chair facing them. I received a lecture on timeliness, keeping promises, being trustworthy and generally living up to DWC husband behavior. All the while Debby was lecturing, Sandra would interject points, and the two would discuss my behavior. After a good 15 minutes of scolding Debby said, "Ok, let's deal with this issue. Get in position!" 

I got up and bent over the chair. Debby asked Sandra to hand her the brush, and I immediately felt the kick of it as she landed her first blow. I yelped, and Debby said, "That was nothing; you might as well get ready to be here a long time." Another strike on the other cheek. She meant business. 

After about 20 smacks, she handed the brush to Sandra, saying, "Why don’t you tell him what you think?" Sandra swung just as hard, by now my knees were shaking, and I was sweating and crying. I heard Debby say it was time to move on, and I felt the lash of the strap low on my thighs. It felt like I had been stung by a thousand bees! She let up after a few, stepping back to let Sandra swing the brush. 

After several hard swats with the brush, Debby asked Sandra if she would like to try the strap. They were being so light and convivial, talking about the best application technique. Debby said, "Here, give it a try." My butt caught fire as Sandra landed the strap right where she had been concentrating with the brush. She said, "Oh yeah, I like this," and proceeded to lash me hard. Debby encouraged her efforts and punctuated each lash with a swat from the brush. I was reeling with pain and embarrassment. I could hardly keep my knees locked when I heard Debby say, "There, how about ten more each!" I felt a wave of relief knowing it was coming to an end, even though the pain of each alternate lash from the ladies was almost unbearable. 

When all twenty had been given, Debby and Sandra laughed brightly and commented on my well-used bottom. I just stayed in position crying, waiting to be told to get to the corner or take a shower. I was not expecting to hear, "Well enough warm-up, let’s get to the punishment!" I couldn't even formulate words to beg forgiveness as Debby took me and led me to the back of the couch. She pushed me over, so my legs were straight and I was on tiptoes with my head way down by the seat. She stepped back, slapped my butt hard with her hand, and said, "There, perfect target for the cane." I panicked but was too frozen with fear to move. I heard the cane whistle in the air as Debby displayed it for Sandra, saying, "Now this is how we make a big point." 

I then heard her say, "Watch this." I can describe the pain as an explosion; I felt it and saw it at the same time. The cane set fire to my already beaten backside. After a few strokes, Debby handed it to Sandra to try. She missed, landing the lash just above my knees. It stung terribly, but not like striking my butt. Debby told her to try again; this time she landed straight across my but like a surgeon. I lost track of how many lashes I got with the cane, but it was more than all the other times combined. Just when I knew I couldn't take any more, Debby told me to get up and come here. She took me across her lap on the couch and proceeded to hand spank me while reiterating the cause of my punishment. She demanded a sincere apology, slapping my butt until she thought I sounded contrite enough. She then had me apologize to Sandra for having to take the trouble to punish me and sent me upstairs to shower.

The best part of taking the discipline is that there are no lingering hard feelings. I felt like Debby and I had cleared the air and could move on with clear consciences. Sandra came over a lot but there was no punishment session, just friendship. It was like Sandra was becoming family. One day, Debby mentioned that she had invited Sandra and her new boyfriend, Don, over for lunch the next Saturday. I fired up the BBQ when they arrived and got drinks all around. Don is about my age, also into golf, so we had a lot to talk about. After lunch, we were sitting on the patio when Debby excused herself. So far, everything was going great, good conversation, new friend, a perfect Saturday afternoon. Then Debby stepped out on the patio holding her newest implement, a rubber paddle! She told me that I had left the toilet seat up again (something I work hard to remember) and said, "You know what that means." 

I was about to protest, but Debby took me by the hand and led me into the house. I heard Sandra say, "Oh, oh, now he’s gonna get it," and laugh. I expected Debby to lead me to our bedroom, but instead she walked me into the spare room she uses for sewing. The window was open, with Sandra and Don sitting less than three feet from it. Loud and clear, Debby told me to "drop them." I quickly pulled down my pants and shorts and leaned across her sewing table. The rubber paddle stings, but doesn't hurt as much as wood. It does, however, make the loudest smacking noise of anything. Debby landed a hard one on my butt; the sound reverberated through the room and out the window. I heard Sandra giggle. Another fell on the other cheek. Debby was lecturing me in a loud voice about the toilet seat while landing blows all over my butt. Even though each hit doesn't hurt too much, in quantity, it builds up fast. My eyes were wet with tears, and I was moaning loudly when Debby ended with a fast and furious volley of strikes. She told me to pull my pants up and get back to our guests. She didn't even let me wash my face. When we stepped on the patio, Sandra said, "There, all better?" Debby laughed and said, "You bet." I noticed Don wouldn't look at me and was squirming in his seat. Sandra turned to him and said, "There, isn't that better than letting a problem get out of hand?" In a soft voice, he answered, " Yeah, I guess so." 

The rest of the afternoon went easy, and Don seemed to overcome his embarrassment or whatever it was. We said goodbye and that we’d do it again soon. 

The next morning, the phone rang, and Debby picked up. All I heard her say was, "Really, it worked then." It was obviously Sandra and obviously good news. When she hung up Debby was smiling from ear to ear and told me that Don went across Sandra's lap last night for a good, first-time spanking. Apparently, the ladies had the whole BBQ planned to get this result.

It had been about a month. Debby had kept me posted on Don’s progress as a DWC man. He was getting regular "maintenance" spankings and had received a discipline session for forgetting to call when he said he would. Debby invited them over for dinner one Saturday night. Sandra looked amazing, vibrant and confident. Don looked like he was losing weight and was dressed great. They were obviously very happy together, lots of touching and affection, with Don very attentive to Sandra. 

During dinner, small talk progressed from general topics to discipline. Sandra and Debby discussed their various rules, what kind of discipline various infractions get, and even very personal details about Don and I. Both Don and I were clearly uncomfortable and just sat quietly. After dinner was put away, Sandra asked Don to bring a couple of dining room chairs into the living room. He looked confused but complied. When he came into the living room, Debby came in from the other side carrying all her implements. She put them on the table, saying to Sandra that she should definitely start with these. They were both sitting on the couch while Don and I were just standing there when Debby said, "OK Hon, get ready." I looked around nervously, but she told me to hurry up! I quickly stripped and just stood there looking down when Sandra said to Don, "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Debby ordered me into position while Don stripped. Sandra grabbed him and put him over the chair a couple of feet from me. We both just looked straight ahead, embarrassed. Sandra said, "Oh yeah, I like this," and lashed Don with the strap. He yelped in surprise but remained in position. I felt the hairbrush on my butt and heard Don get another lash simultaneously. Debby gave Sandra some pointers on the strap and then handed her the brush. The strap landed across my butt, and I heard the smack of the brush landing beside me. I was trying to keep control in front of Don, but I started to moan and groan. Don was letting go, and soon we were both oblivious to each other and just focusing on the discipline. I heard Sandra say it was time to try the cane. Don yelled in surprise and pain as the first lash landed. Debby complimented Sandra on her technique. Sandra landed a few more and then handed the cane to Debby. Soon they were alternating between us. It seemed like they could go on forever. The ladies were joking, laughing and obviously enjoying themselves. Don was in tears and moaning as much as I was. My knees were giving out, and I was sobbing loudly just wanting it to stop when I heard Sandra say, "That seems enough for now." Don and I were allowed to get dressed and settle down. 

After a couple of drinks Sandra and Don left. I got a sisterly peck on the cheek from Sandra, but couldn't meet Don’s eyes as we shook hands. Both ladies laughed and said we should do this more often.

It is amazing the camaraderie that develops between DWC folks. At Debby's insistence, I invited Don out for a game of golf. We were awkward with each other at first but soon the conversation flowed easily. Even though we didn't speak of the other day, there was an obvious bond between us. Don and I have become good friends, and we see them both frequently. Both Don and I know that when the four of us get together we will definitely be getting disciplined but wouldn't have it any other way. True friends like Sandra and Don are hard to find and well worth the "pain" and effort of keeping.