There For a Friend

Debby and I are getting more comfortable in the DWC lifestyle in our house, but except for a small group of like-minded friends with whom we get together, no one else really "knows" about my discipline. 

About two months ago, Debby started talking about a new woman in her office named Sandra. She's just been through a rough divorce and is apparently having a hard time. Debby and Sandra have been having lunch frequently lately. Last week over dinner, Debby was talking about Sandra and said "I've told her about us." I asked her what she meant (not thinking), and she informed me that she told Sandra I get spanked for discipline and anytime Debby sees fit. I was a little surprised but didn't think much of it until the next Saturday, when Debby told me that she had invited Sandra over for lunch.

I opened the door for Sandra. She's a very attractive woman, about forty. You could tell that she was a little nervous meeting me and seemed in general to be a little bit "mousy." Debby had asked me to grill some salmon for lunch, but after it was done, I stayed outside doing some yard work so the girls could talk. I wasn't trying to listen, but I could hear at one point that Sandra was crying softly. A little later there was some mischievous laughter from both ladies.

I was just about to mow the lawn when Debby called me and asked me to come into the living room. When I stepped in, I saw that Debby and Sandra were sitting on the couch. There was a dining room chair facing the couch, and Debby had her favorite hairbrush in her hand. 

Debby told me to have a seat on the chair. She told me that she invited Sandra over to see how we handle problems in our house. She talked about men needing discipline to get control over themselves and all the benefits that a good spanking achieves. I got the feeling that it wasn't so much a lecture for me, but a lesson for Sandra. I looked over to Sandra, and although she still looked quite shy, there was also a look of eagerness in her eyes.

When the lecture was over, Debby said "OK, let’s show Sandra what I've been talking about." She told me to get up and stand by the chair. She told me to "get ready", which means STRIP! FAST! I took my clothes off without meeting Sandra's eyes. 

Debby walked over to the chair and pulled me over her lap. She shifted me into position and said to Sandra, "See this could have solved all your marriage problems." Debby started slow, lecturing all the time about manners, bad habits, and generally being a good husband. The paddle came down harder and faster until I was moaning and tears were in my eyes. Debby would interrupt her lecture to me, saying things to Sandra like, "See, I told you it works" and, "Don't forget, you're the judge of what it takes." 

When Debby finally let up, she gave me a couple of seconds to catch my breath, still over her lap, and said to Sandra, “See how easy it is?" 

I was sent to the corner, still naked, while Debby and Sandra talked a little about what had happened. I heard Sandra say that it was certainly interesting and gave her something to think about. After Sandra left, Debby rubbed a cooling lotion on my butt (which she never does, after all it’s supposed to hurt), and gave me a big hug and kiss for being such a good guy, helping her to help her friend.

Debby didn't mention Sandra again that next week, but on Saturday morning she told me that she invited Sandra over in the evening. My heart sank. I hadn't been punished since the previous week, but I had a feeling there was going to be another spanking for me tonight. 

Sandra arrived just after supper. When I answered the door, I was surprised by how different she looked. Sandra had gotten her hair cut and colored. She looked me in the eyes when I said hello. She seemed much more confident than she had just a week before. 

Debby took Sandra into the living room and asked me to fix them a couple of drinks. When I came into the living room, I was relieved that there was no chair moved into the room like last week. But my relief disappeared when I saw the hairbrush in Sandra's hand. Debby said, "Look what Sandra bought, isn't it great?" I gulped; it was a real, old fashioned, heavy wood hairbrush, and Sandra was holding it like she meant business. Debby told me that she and Sandra had talked about last week every day over lunch, and Sandra was ready to give discipline "a try." I looked at Sandra and she was leaning back in the couch with a smile in the corners of her mouth. 

Debby told me to "get ready." I quickly stripped. This is the most humiliating part of punishment for me, especially in front of another woman. Debby pulled me over to where they were sitting side by side on the couch and pulled me over both their laps. My chest was just off Debby's lap, but my butt was right in position over Sandra's lap. Debby pinned my right arm behind me with her hand and held my waist with her other, which is something she never does. She said, "OK honey, this is all Sandra's, so behave!" 

I held my breath and heard Debby tell Sandra to go whenever she's ready. Suddenly I felt the brush on my backside, but it didn't hurt at all, I don't even think the brush landed square. Debby said "There you go, take all the time you want." After a second, I felt the brush again. This time it hurt, landing square on my cheek. Debby said, "Don't worry about the color, it takes a lot to make a point. Just go ahead, as much as you need." I barely had time to take a deep breath when the blows started. Sandra was hitting hard, landing all over my butt. Debby kept encouraging her on with pointers, like to "get everywhere" and "don't hold back." In no time I was squirming and moaning, but Debby held me tight. 

The spanking seemed to take forever but Sandra started to slow down. I thought it was over when Debby said, "Don't worry about the bruising, he'll be fine, just let it all out!" I realized I was being punished for all the things that Sandra's ex had done to her. She seemed to catch fire again. I was crying out loud and begging for it to stop when I heard another sound. Sandra was making the same noises that tennis players make when their rackets connect to the ball every time her brush connected with my butt. This was by far the hardest I had ever been spanked. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped. Debby asked her if she needed more, but she said no. Debby applied some lotion to my butt while I was still across their laps and gave me some time to settle down. When I was composed, she had me get up and suggested I take a shower and calm down.

When I came out of the shower, Sandra was gone and Debby gave me a big hug for being the "Greatest Husband" in the world. She thanked me for being there for her friend. The next Monday, I could barely sit at my desk at work, when flowers came for me. They were from Sandra, the card just said, "thank you", and there was a coupon to a day of golf at a good local club. Even though it hurt like mad, it feels great to know that I'm fulfilling my end of the DWC contract of being there at my wife's discretion.

A couple of weeks later, Debby told me that Sandra met a man she likes and that they may be coming over some time. I'm not sure what to expect, but I know that Debby is in charge of the discipline in our house, and I will be there no matter what.