Tuesday, October 09, 2012

A Bottom Lover's Paradise

© Guyspencer 2012

A Bottom-Watcher's Paradise

After decades of marriage, my wife knows my likes.  Secure in our mutual commitment, she slyly directed my attention towards a husband-pleasing vision outside our hotel room.  It was a beautiful bare female bottom, a bottom connected to a not-to-distant woman.

We were enjoying a few idyllic days at a beach hotel.  With school summer vacations over, the hotel and beach were nearly deserted.  The view through our balcony door framed the hotel’s swimming pool and Daytona’s beautiful beach.  But that’s not what my eyes feasted on today!  Resting face-down on a lounge next to the pool was a shapely lady, perhaps in her 20's.  She was wearing a tiny thong bikini that exposed virtually all of her rear vistas. 

Such perfection shouldn’t be wasted, so fortunately she had a lover in attendance.  Though it could make no difference to her tan, he untied her bikini’s strings (top and bottom) and allowed them to dangle and swing in the languid salty breeze.  Then he left!

That left the lady helplessly trapped, lying next to a public pool totally naked except for those loose bits of swim suit concealed underneath her.  With her strings untied, she couldn’t sit up without exposing private parts. 

She was alone by the pool, but a crowd wouldn’t have mattered.  Those magnificent buns would outshine any competition.  As she broiled in the Florida sun, her nether cheeks gathered and reflected light like two massive diamonds. 

Yes I looked; any male with a molecule of testosterone in his body would look!  But my brain still functioned.  For example, I noticed that this lady’s perfect bottom was quite white compared to her upper body.  From that, I deduced that her swim suit was likely new, perhaps from one of the area’s ubiquitous beachwear shops. Obviously, she rarely sunbathes nude.

Perhaps this is her first time?  

I wondered:  Is this an erotic game?  Did the lady lose a bet and this stunt was her forfeit?  Was this the price for overspending for that tiny suit? Was there a spanking in her future?

All too soon the man returned.  As he approached that magnificent bottom I asked myself; “How could any man resist spanking those perfectly spankable buns?”  Delightfully, he didn’t disappoint!  Once in range, he popped her right buttock.  It rippled beautifully! Her back arched and she writhed sensuously.  Surely that spank made a sound, and perhaps she squealed, but the surf  drowned out any sound effects.  However, a slightly pink hand print remained as evidence.

I exclaimed “Yesssssss”! 

He retied the strings, and they disappeared hand-in-hand to do whatever couples do after a daring, exciting and erotic public stunt. (Even one they likely believed that nobody saw.)    

Whoever you are young couple, thanks for recharging the batteries of this old spanko.

© Guyspencer 2012

Corporate Justice, Part 4

© Guyspencer 2012

Corporate Justice, Part 4

Naked, amazingly aroused, and with her bottom pink and stinging, Jill squirmed on Adam’s lap as his right hand beat a loving tattoo on her shapely bottom.  It had been two weeks since Jill’s memorable trip to the Overnight Correction (OC) center, so her bottom had finally healed.  This evening she had “bratted” and teased Adam until he finally got the message.  She squealed in mock outrage as he stripped and upended her.  Soon they were engrossed in their very first erotic spanking, which was quickly followed by an evening of memorable sex.  It was delightful!
Jill’s bottom had hurt for several days after her ordeal at the OC center , but at least her Corrective Punishment sentence for dealing in the underground economy was no longer hanging over her head.  Her “correction” had been a sobering and excruciating experience.  In some ways, she left a changed person, a person who vowed to stay out of legal trouble! 

Adam had turned the ordeal into a positive memory by quietly hiring a cab and surprising her outside the OC center the next morning.  He would have loved to take her home, but she had been required to report to work.  On the drive to work, they had taken a quick detour to a quiet park where Adam had applied a soothing salve to Jill’s bruised tush.  His touch on her nether regions had been exciting, but what happened next far more memorable!  Adam chose that moment to offer Jill a ring and propose marriage.  She accepted joyfully and immediately!

That night, Jill slept in Adam’s bed.  In fact, she never spent another night in her old apartment.  She moved out the following weekend and mailed the keys to her corporate landlord. 

But the deal that Adam had offered Jill was no simple “shack up”; he had proposed marriage!  Getting married was no longer as simple as a quick trip to the courthouse.  The administration of marriage, like many other government functions, had been delegated to the corporate world.  There were two competing designee/corporations that administered marriages in their area, so they picked the one that offered the most convenient classes.  Yes, I said classes!  Change isn’t always bad.  Both nuptial corporations required applicant couples to graduate from a course of study before marriage.  This simple requirement had reduced the divorce rate by some 20%.

The Spencer Corporation not only had convenient classes, they offered a package deal that included the required medical exam, the required class, a mass ceremony, and even items such as wedding bands and a real Spencer strap.  Yes, I said Spencer strap!

Unsurprisingly, when corporal punishment was restored into the justice system,  spanking also made a comeback to other parts of daily life.  Public memory of Dorothy Spencer had long faded, but the Spencer Spanking Plan was now part of virtually every marriage. 

The first few class sessions were mostly boring; finance, health, hygiene, division of responsibilities & roles, legalities etc.  Child raising was covered briefly, but that’s another subject to be studied later.  (Compulsory in case of pregnancy,)

Sex was covered next.  Not surprisingly, both attention and test scores improved for those class sessions!  The demonstrations were particularly riveting. If the instructor wished to illuminate some intimate detail of human anatomy, she would simply call up a student and require him or her to disrobe enough to display the body part in question.  Naturally the discussion of sexual positions required a nude couple and a cot for a proper demonstration.  Yes there was some blushing and tittering.  This frank sort of presentation may sound embarrassing, perhaps even crude, but the goal was not only to teach, but to overcome cultural barriers to allow couples to freely and openly communicate intimate matters.  At least all the students faithfully did their homework!  The nudity also helps prepare the class for the events in the last course unit.       

The last course units were Conflict Resolution I and II.  Each unit involved several sessions.  In Conflict Resolution I, each couple negotiated their own Spencer spanking contract and then presented it to the class for discussion.  Naturally, most contracts went through several iterations  as ideas were exchanged.  Oh sure, the Spencer Corporation could have simply distributed boilerplate contracts, but the goal was for each couple to take full ownership of their own relationship.  This required each couple to discuss and agree on every word of their own contract.  In the end, the couple’s contracts tended to be amazingly similar.

Still in the wonderful blush of new-found love, Adam and Jill easily negotiated an equitable contract, which naturally included a mutual spanking agreement.  Secretly, Jill worried about this just a little.  She couldn’t imagine herself  punishing Adam’s firm bottom, and worried about living up to that part of their agreement. 

Conflict Resolution II covered actual spanking instruction.  This was taught by a different instructor, a Correction Administrator (CA).  Jill blushed beet red when she recognized the man.  He was the Supervisor from the Overnight Correction (OC) facility!  Actually, the Supervisor/instructor also recognized both Jill and Adam, but pretended not to.  Likewise, Jill and Adam pretended anonymity.
He introduced himself than then explained: “Welcome To Conflict Resolution II.  Here you will all learn to effectively and safely uphold your end of your mutual spanking contract.  Right here in class, you will all demonstrate your new skills and will also show that you are truly serious about submitting to correction.”

The instructor went on to explain that the Spencer Spanking plan was over 100 years old, but little had changed from the original.  At any breach of a couple’s agreed-upon rules in their Spencer contract, a wife willingly submits to a hand spanking.  Should the husband misbehave, he presents his bare bottom for a memorable application of the Spencer strap.   Any punishment earned, must be given.  Once the punishment is over, the incident is closed.   The rest of that class session was spent viewing video demonstrations and discussing spanking technique .  Just before he dismissed the class he warned, “I’ll be calling random names for demonstration spankings in our next class session, plus you will all spank and be spanked in future sessions.  No spanking at home until I give permission!  I want all of your bottoms pristine for our demonstrations.  Further, Spencer spankings are given in the nude, so that’s how we demonstrate them.  We’re all adults, so we know what the human body looks like...right?”

He waited for any objections.  Hearing none, he added, “There will be no excuses.  You’ve all passed your physicals so you will all participate fully.  Ladies, if it’s ‘that’ time of month, take appropriate measures because everybody participates.” 

Just before dismissal, he issued each lady a new Spencer strap and a bottle of Neetsfoot oil. “Oil those straps, practice your accuracy on a pillow, and bring your strap to every class.” he ordered. 

As always, Adam and Jill came home from their evening class with their libidos totally energized.  They showered together and then cuddled in bed.  An hour later, they finally fell into an exhausted and contented sleep.

The next evening, Adam showed Jill how to oil her strap.  Then he wedged a pillow on an arm of the couch and coached her on a proper swing.  She mastered the technique fairly quickly, but still wondered if she were “man” enough to actually punish her precious man.

 “I would offer you my bottom for a few practice swings” Adam said seriously, “But our instructor has forbidden it.  We’ll just proceed at his pace.”  Jill felt something halfway between  relief and disappointment. 

Both Adam and Jill shared a feeling of expectation, because what was scheduled for their next few class sessions was no secret.   For years to come, those class sessions would be cherished memories for the couple and the subject of only slightly exaggerated stories.


Adam and Jill arrived for  their second session of Conflict Resolution II.  Things were about to get very interesting!  

Naturally everyone was nervous about this class session, but all of the couples were game enough to show up.  They had all heard enough about the nuptial classes to have a good idea what was in store.  Each couple was determined to see it through, and most were probably secretly excited about what they expected to happen.

The lecturer did little to put them at ease.  He placed two boxes on his desk, one for each gender.  He explained that each student’s name was on a little slip of paper in the appropriate box. “These next several class sessions will be like a short version of the CA training course.  We will have some live demonstrations today, and then you will all demonstrate spanking your fiancee over the next two sessions.  Spencer spankings are always given in the nude, so that’s how we demonstrate them.  Spankings hurt!  Male or female, tears are no disgrace.  When you’re called upon for a demonstration, you will disrobe and come forward without drama or excuses.  Understand?”  Everyone in the class nodded obediently.

He pointed to a lady in the front row; she shrank back in fear.  “You!  Come forward.”

Hesitantly, she obeyed. 

The instructor held out the two boxes.  “Draw three names from each for today’s demonstrations.”  Shakily, but relieved at the favorable odds, she obeyed.  She handed him the bits of paper and then thankfully regained her seat.

In a no-nonsense voice the instructor ordered, “If I call your name, go to the rear of the classroom, disrobe and await further instructions.  Men, you’ll need your fiancee’s Spencer strap.”  As the instructor called out the names, Jill heard the man in front of her gasp.  With a tiny thrill, Jill knew that she was about to see him nude and strapped.  The next name to be called was Adam!  He called one last man’s name, and then Jill’s tummy twisted as he called out three female names.  Luckily, Jill’s name wasn’t among them.  Adam sighed, patted Jill’s thigh, and resolutely stood.  Her heart thumping madly, Jill handed him her strap.

The six selected students went to the back of the room to undress, while the instructor set the stage in front.  Moving his lectern aside, he replaced it with a sturdy cot and an armless chair.  He placed two pillows on the cot. 

By now, the six unlucky students had shakily disrobed.  The instructor walked to the back and inspected them critically.  He selected the man and woman with the fairest skin, and told them “Sit down for now.  I’ll need you two later.”

Then he looked at the two remaining ladies.  One was short and plump, the other tall, athletic and well-built.  “We’ll start with the ladies.” he explained.  “Who first?”  The tall lady was the quickest on the draw, so he escorted her to the front of the class.  With the possible exceptions of the instructor and Adam (who both saw this scene daily), there wasn’t a limp penis in the place as the instructor sat in the chair and pulled the shapely lady across his lap.  

He had turned the chair so that the lady’s firm bottom faced the class, but that wasn’t enough.  “Men, you must all see this.  So if you don’t have a good view, come up front.  A few men from the back row came forward.  The instructor started lecturing on how to give a good spanking.  As he talked, he demonstrated each technique.  Soon the lady was kicking and bawling.  Unaffected, the instructor simply talked louder.  He made no attempt to restrain her legs, so they flailed, exposing her all to the class.

Because he occasionally stopped to talk, it took him ten minutes to deliver a spanking that would normally take five.  When he judged the job properly done, he bid all of the men to come up and observe closely the coloration of her bottom.  “The object is to deliver a memorable spanking without injury.  It’s not as difficult as it sounds, but it requires a bit of judgement and practice.”

Finally he released the sobbing lady with a “thank you”.  He explained that she could replace her top if she wished, but her bottom must remain bare so everyone could observe any color change.  She went straight to her fiancee to be comforted.

Then he called the next lady to the front.

At first she just stared in fright, but he spoke gently to coax her forward.  “This will be over shortly, and you’ll have a great story to tell over drinks someday.”  Finally she obeyed, and stood next to his right thigh.

After pulling the lady over his lap, displaying her plump, white buttocks to the class, the instructor launched into a short lecture: “How long to spank is something you will need to figure out for yourself.  If your spanks are properly modulated, the spanking can actually be quite long without doing serious damage.  Making the spanking too brief is a serious error, because a spanking must be an unpleasant and memorable experience to be effective.  I suggest you all start with five minutes, and then adjust based on actual experience with your spouse.  You will need a clock; five minutes is longer than you think!” 

At that, the instructor produced an old kitchen timer.  “These are perfect for the job.  Both the spanker and the spankee can hear the bell when the time is up.”

Then the instructor turned his attention to the naked female lying across his lap.  He set the timer for five minutes, placed it in view, pinned the already-sobbing lady’s right hand into the small of her back, and then launched into a vigorous spanking.  

After he had given her a few hard and fast swats to get her nicely started, the instructor eased off, delivering only moderately-hard spanks at a judicious pace.  Very quickly, the lady totally gave herself up to the spanking.  She was squalling, ineffectually struggling,  kicking, and splaying as her buttocks, sit spots, and thighs jiggled, jittered, and blushed into an impressive patina.  The spanking seemed to go on forever as the old mechanical timer ticked its way to zero.  At four minutes and fifty seconds, the instructor was barely breaking a sweat, but the poor lady was laying exhausted, simply moaning and absorbing the last few spanks to her livid bottom.

Finally the timer chimed, announcing the end of the lady’s ordeal.  A lovable collection of jiggly-wiggly ladyflesh, the pudgy lady jumped to her feet, did a war dance, and rubbed the sting from her magnificent buns.  Her fiancee led her back to her seat to kiss away her last few tears.

“Now you’ve seen what a proper Spencer spanking looks like,” the instructor explained.  “Next I’ll demonstrate a Spencer strapping.”

He pointed to the naked man standing next to Adam.  “You’re next.  Come forward please. Bring your strap.”   Displaying an entirely appropriate amount of reluctance and nervousness, the man obeyed.

The instructor carefully positioned the man on the cot with one rolled pillow below his hips and with his hands locked under the other pillow.

As before, the instructor took time to explain each step as he thoroughly leathered the poor man’s bottom and thighs.  A typical male, the man attempted to maintain his stoicism.  Unfortunately for him, that stoicism didn’t even survive the instructor’s expert opening gambit of six rapid medium-hard swats.        

From the back of the room, Adam glumly observed the action.  Adam knew what he was in for, and knew that he was next.

At first the man had wailed his distress and kicked, but otherwise managed to hold his position.  Then twice the instructor had to remind him to not reach back.  When he began to try to twist his bottom out of range, the instructor was finally forced to restrain him with a firm hand on his back.  At a moderate pace, the strapping continued until its logical (illogical?) conclusion.

From the first swat to the grand finale, (one last burst of swats that left the poor man incoherent), the entire demonstration took the instructor about ten minutes.  A normal strapping would take half that time.  As before, the instructor had stopped periodically to offer explanations.

Finally the sobbing, livid-bottomed man was allowed off the cot.  He minced quickly into the comforting arms of his fiancee.

Swallowing nervously, Adam came forward.  He hadn’t been called, but knew he was next.  “Sorry” the instructor mumbled into Adam’s ear.  “It’s just the luck of the draw.” 

Adam nodded his understanding, handed Jill’s strap to the instructor, and then took his place on the cot.  At least the pillow under his hips would hide his privates for a while.

The instructor picked up his timer, then turned to the class,; “As before, I’m about to demonstrate a Spencer whipping exactly as you ladies will give your future husbands.  Pay attention, I’ll only do this once.”  He set the timer to five minutes and laid it in view.  Adam tensed and noticeably clenched his buttocks.  As before, the instructor started with six quick and solid blows of the strap.  Each one put a red stripe across Adam’s tight buttocks.  Jill watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as her man absorbed the punishment with only a series of grunts.

As that strap did it’s work, and that old kitchen timer slowly ticked its way to zero, many thoughts buzzed through Jill’s head.  As Adam’s bottom reddened, and the poor man hissed and grunted in pain, it quickly became obvious that Adam had no immunity to that strap.  Since the instructor was using less than his full strength, Jill now realized that she was strong enough to uphold her end of the Spencer agreement. 

Also, Jill realized that Adam didn’t need to endure this to have her.  She would have been happy to be with Adam under any reasonable terms, with or without legal marriage.  But the idea of marriage, and thus this class, had been strictly his.  Tears came to her eyes as she realized just how deeply this man must love her, and how incredibly lucky she was to have found him.

Finally the bell dinged and Adam’s ordeal ended.  Tears streaming down his face, he regained his feet and ruefully rubbed his bottom.  Jill rushed to the front to hug her man and to escort him back to his chair.

Next, the instructor called up the last two students, the ones he had told to sit down until later.  He had specially chosen them for their fair skin.  They didn’t receive a full spanking, instead he slightly “overspanked” their bottoms to demonstrate the slightly mottled look that presages bruising.  For the lady, he hand spanked just one side of her bottom, deliberately spanking too hard.  Likewise, the man received a few strokes of his Spencer strap, but with a bit too much force.  The whole class got to see the results, so they would know how to recognize the symptoms.

Finally the instructor assigned them homework.  They now were allowed to practice on each other with brief spankings and whippings at home.  “Calibrate your swats” he warned.  “They should sting like Hades, but not bruise. Start light and then gradually increase force until you get it right.  Don’t bring me any bruised bottoms next week!”    Just before dismissal he told them what to expect at the next class.  Each man would demonstrate spanking his fiancee.  The following week, it would be the ladies who would demonstrate whipping their men.  The final week would be reserved for any “makeup” spankings.           

Looking forward to their usual post-class lovemaking, and with much to discuss, Adam and Jill rushed home.    The next few weeks would be exciting and memorable, albeit painful.  Graduation would mark the beginning of their wonderful new life as husband and wife!

© Guyspencer 2012

Corporate Justice, Part 5

© Guyspencer 2012

Corporate Justice, Part 5

It had been a memorable day in class.  There had been several unlucky students chosen for demonstrations spankings, and Adam had been among them.  That whipping had hurt like Hades, and had left Adam’s firm bottom bright red.   Still, no serious harm had been done.  By the time they got home, he had only a mild residual tenderness. 

After a late supper, Adam insisted that Jill practice with the strap.  First he supervised her practice on the uncomplaining pillow.  Then he quickly stripped and put his still-red bottom where the pillow had been.  Jill objected, “Your bottom must already hurt like hell from the instructor’s demonstration.  I don’t want to hurt you any more.”

“Our instructor is a true professional,” Adam replied in a reasonable voice, “He gave me a sore bottom that’s all.  It takes practice to be competent with that strap, so get cracking!”   

Unhappy but obedient, Jill obeyed.  She started with swats of only moderate force and gradually increased her force until the swats were having a clear effect on Adam.  After only a few of those real stingers, Adam wisely called it quits for the night.  “You’ve got the force just about right,” he said as he massaged his sore bottom “We’ll do that daily so you can get your force nicely consistent and we’ll also work on your accuracy.”   

Then Jill turned the tables.  She stripped, pointed Adam to an armless chair, and insisted that he also “practice”.  “But I spank people for a living,” he argued reasonably, “I don’t need to practice on you.” 

“The point is” Jill countered, “we need to practice submitting to each other.  Besides, at our next class session I’ll be going across your lap in front of the class.  I don’t want to make a fool out of myself, so perhaps daily practice will help me mentally.”

“You have a point.” Adam admitted.  At that, he took his naked darling across his lap and proceeded to give her a very real, albeit short, spanking.  At the end of sixty seconds, Jill’s bottom was turning colors as she struggled and bounced across his lap.  She sobbed loudly.  His “practice” done, Adam stopped suddenly, stroked Jill’s back and cupped her bottom as her sobs slowly silenced.  Still across Adam’s lap, and gradually regaining her senses, Jill noticed something hard against her belly.   She opened her legs wide in invitation.  Adam probed gently with a finger and quickly found Jill’s arousal.  The balance of the evening proceeded in a predictable fashion for the passionate young couple.

The rest of the week’s evenings were similar, with short but very real  “practice” spankings and whippings followed by enthusiastic sex.  Life was good for the couple, Adam’s spanking skill was never an issue, but he observed wryly that Jill’s skill with her Spencer strap quickly improved. 

Finally it was the evening before their next class session.  That evening, Adam stubbornly refused to spank Jill.  “I’ll be required to give you a full five-minute spanking in class tomorrow.  Faking it is impossible, the instructor would notice immediately.  So you’ll be getting a ‘full-on’ spanking.  Believe me, you don’t want any residual tenderness in your bottom.”  On reflection, that made sense to Jill, who was starting to get nervous about that class session!


At class the next day, their Instructor was even more businesslike than usual.  As soon as couples started filing into the room, he announced, “To save time, all ladies please disrobe now.  Don’t be shy ladies, let’s go!”

Startled and understandably nervous, the ladies all looked at each other.  With no other alternative, they obeyed.  Some ladies went to their men to be undressed, while others did it for themselves, perhaps only asking their men to unhook a bra strap.  Trying not to be too obvious, but never before having been in a room full of naked women, the men looked around at the various visual delights.  The ladies also looked around, perhaps to check out the competition?

Jill went to Adam, who lovingly undressed her.  Her flat little stomach churned from her conflicting emotions.  First, being undressed by Adam was always a turn-on to her.  Also spankings, though painful, had distinct erotic implications for the couple.  But also, being in a room full of nervous naked women evoked unpleasant memories of the Correction Centers she had previously been punished in.

Moments later all was quiet.  The Instructor looked at his class, the fully clothed men sitting next to their naked and jittery fiancees.  He could tell by the bright eyes, and the squirming of the men as they tried to hide their erections, that the class wasn’t entirely dreading the coming spanking demonstrations.  He knew from experience that many of the ladies would also be aroused, even though they were all due for red bottoms and tears

“OK” he said, “You all know what’s in store for today.  It’s important that all you men do a good job.  Don’t even think about faking it.  Ladies, it’s to your advantage that your man gets it right the first time.  Otherwise he will be required to try again on makeup night.  So the way to only get spanked once is for your man to do it right the first time.”

He paused to allow everyone to digest his words, and then continued.  “When you come up here to be spanked, it really helps if you put yourself in the right frame of mind.  Somewhere in your background, you probably have some guilty episode, something you should have been spanked for but you somehow escaped.  Put your mind there while you are receiving your spanking, and it will really help.  I will now take volun...”

Adam’s hand shot up.  Jill looked at him open-mouthed.  She couldn’t believe that Adam would volunteer her!

The Instructor pointed at Adam, and waved him and Jill to the front of the classroom.  “As I was saying, I will take volunteers first.  After that, I will pull names from the box until every couple has completed their demonstration spanking.”  As Adam and Jill moved forward, the Instructor placed a chair front and center in the room.  He didn’t have to explain it’s purpose.   

The class watched with rapt attention.  Adam hadn’t advertised his profession, but word had somehow gotten around the class.  Everyone knew that they were about to see a professional spanker in action.

Jill wasn’t thinking very clearly as Adam led her to the chair.  At first Adam’s volunteering her to receive the first spanking had seemed a betrayal.  But then she realized that Adam had done her a kindness.  He had saved her the agony of dreading her spanking while watching others suffer their spankings.  She kissed him on the cheek and whispered “Make it a good one.”   

“Don’t worry” he said as he returned the kiss and gave her a fond squeeze.  “Remember what the Instructor said; find that guilty place in your mind.  Can you do that?”  She bit her lip and nodded soberly.  Then he briskly sat on the chair and pulled her across his lap. 

Jill easily found that “guilty place” inside her head.  It was something shameful that she had done to her mother.  Perhaps her mother quietly knew, or perhaps Jill had truly gotten away with it, but it was a sore spot that constantly festered in Jill’s psyche.  She wallowed in the guilt, seeking a strange sort of mental solace.  Perhaps the spanking could wash away her old remorse?

The Instructor had positioned the chair sideways so that Jill’s bare bottom faced the class.   The man turned the timer to five, and set it down with a distinct “thump” signaling the start of Jill’s spanking.

Totally absorbed in the moment, the entire class watched as Jill’s nether cheeks flattened, rippled, and wobbled under Adam’s first brisk flurry of spanks.  Handprints quickly overlapped each other, and then morphed into a single pink blob on each of her delicious cheeks.

Jill sobbed, squealed, and then ineffectually cried “wait, wait” as the sting quickly overpowered her natural desire to suffer in dignified silence.  Very quickly, she found herself pushed over an emotional precipice.  Her frantic pleas quickly devolved into incoherent sobs and shrill squeals.

Adam was plenty strong enough to restrain his frantically struggling lover with just his left hand, so he didn’t bother to restrain her legs, which kicked and splayed, displaying her last remaining secrets to her attentive classmates.

With Jill now firmly under his control, both emotionally and physically, Adam reduced both the force and frequency of his spanks.  Over the next several minutes his goal was to keep her in that same mental place while he safely extended the pink area to include every square inch of her spankable territory.  He then nourished that pink with judiciously-paced spanks until it blossomed into a brilliant, sumptuous  red glow.

With mere seconds left, he administered a final cleansing flurry of forceful swats to the fullest summits of both cheeks.  This left her breathless and limp in surrender.

Just as Adam’s last blow fell, the timer dinged.  The job was done.   At first the room remained quiet, save for Jill’s sobs.  As Adam lovingly helped the  stricken Jill to her feet, the class emerged from its trance and respectfully applauded Adam’s performance.  Adam smiled slightly in acknowledgment.

Adam tenderly led his lover Jill back to their chairs.  There she curled up in his lap and buried her face in his chest to quietly shed her last few tears.

The Instructor admitted; “I can’t add a thing to that.  You just saw a perfect example of a Spencer spanking.  Next volunteer please?”

No man wanted his performance compared to Adam’s, so the class sat dead silent while the Instructor waited patiently.  He knew what would happen, and it did!  Not wishing to prolong her anguished wait, a lady in the front row elbowed her man in the ribs.  Reluctantly, he raised his hand.  The Instructor waved them forward.

The rest of the session continued in a serial blur of spankings.  The Instructor kept his coaching to a minimum, expecting the men to do their best.  However, he did watch closely.  He encouraged several men who were holding back, and, stopped another man who was spanking way too hard.  He noticed one lady with a bruised bottom from some botched practice, so that couple was told to wait until makeup night.  Altogether, there were four couples who failed the demonstration.  They would all have another chance on makeup night, and more chances after that if necessary.

After each spanking, the Instructor would make a careful note in his grade book and then hold a short critique before calling the next couple forward. Finally he ran out of volunteers, so he pulled names from the box until every lady had been spanked.

Then, the Instructor required every lady to line up across the front of the classroom facing away so that all of their bottoms were on display.  Walking back and forth behind the ladies, he pointed to one cheek or another to critique potential bruises or bottoms that could have taken more punishment.

Then dismissal after a short talk; “Next week we change roles.  The ladies will demonstrate whipping their men.  Ladies, don’t forget to bring your straps, and keep up that practice!  Men, I know that will be painful, but look at what your fiancee has already endured.  Just like today, everybody will participate.  No excuses!”

Adam and Jill finally arrived home after their class.  Naturally, the first order of business was to apply cream to Jill’s bottom.  Soon she was nude, face-down on their bed luxuriating in the cooling relief as Adam gently rubbed in the healing cream.  Simultaneous with the cooling relief in her buns, Jill felt heat in another part of her body.  Slyly, she reached back to massage the lump that was quickly forming in Adam’s groin.  Their usual after-class “late” supper was much later than usual that evening!

Every day of the following week, Adam insisted that Jill practice with her strap.  For an amateur, he knew that she was good.  Adam wasn’t looking forward to his coming Spencer strapping from Jill, but considered it a small price to pay to have his sexy young lover forever to himself.  Adam felt it was fair for him to be mutually subject to punishment, but being punished held no sexual thrill for him.  It mattered little to Adam; he fully intended to honor their Spencer contract, so he had little fear of ever feeling Jill’s strap again.

For Jill it was different.  A punishment spanking truly was punishment for her, and she was always glad when it was over, but there was a tiny part of her that needed it to happen occasionally.  Yes, she loved her erotic spankings, but occasionally they wouldn’t be enough.  Consciously or not, in the future Jill would occasionally breech their contract; breech it just barely enough to earn herself an occasional ass-scorching trip across her future husband’s lap.


As the students filed into the classroom for the next session, the men weren’t surprised to hear their Instructor order them to strip.  With the ladies looking around and trying to hide their interest, the men obeyed.  He smiled inwardly at the sight of so many inflated penises.  He never understood it, but it was always so.  The evidence was indisputable!  Regardless of their claims, many men are aroused by the idea of being spanked.

The Instructor opened his grade book.   “OK, you all know what’s scheduled for today.  The rules are the same as last week.  Our next class will be ‘makeup day’.  Do a good job today, and you won’t have to try again next week.   To simplify things, we will proceed in opposite order of last week. “

At that, Adam groaned.  Since he went first last week, he would now have to wait and dread his whipping for almost the entire class period.  Jill wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him an understanding hug.           

The whippings that followed were much more uneven than last week’s spankings had been, even though the ladies had been given an extra week to prepare.  So the Instructor had to do more coaching, and spend more time critiquing each whipping.   This was no surprise.  First, the strap takes more skill in accuracy.  Second. Since it multiplies your strength, one must learn how hard to hit.  Also, many women have trouble overcoming their natural passiveness, and can’t bring themselves to deliver a sufficient whipping.   

In all, there were six women who were told to “Practice and then try again next week.”

Finally it became Jill & Adam’s turn.  With butterflies in her stomach, she led Adam to the front.  He put himself in the proper position on the cart, one pillow rolled under his hips, and with his face jammed into the other one with his hands locked under it.

The Instructor set the timer for five minutes and signaled for her to start.  As she had been taught, she started with six brisk “scorchers”.  The first one was to the very summit of his bottom, perfectly bisecting his tight cleft.  A line of red showed across his bottom, Adam grunted and clenched.  The other five she applied just above and below her first mark.  Obviously in pain, Adam jerked and gasped with each stroke of the strap. 

With strokes that were slower and more judicious, Jill went on to explore the full range of Adam’s spankable territory with that potent little strap.  This was the first time that she had ever given Adam (or anybody) a full strapping, but over the next several minutes she acquitted herself well.  It was clear that physically and emotionally Adam was barely on the edge.  When he started moving his bottom enough to throw off her aim, she placed a restraining hand on his back, but kept doggedly at work with the strap.

After what seemed like an hour, the timer’s dial finally neared zero.  As she had been taught, but never been able to practice, she “dialed up the heat” for the final few seconds, swatting his bottom slightly harder and considerably faster.  This finally broke Adam’s reserve, he bucked and howled his distress.

Then the timer dinged and it was finally over.

The Instructor pointed out a spot on his upper thigh that came dangerously close to bruising, but otherwise complimented her efforts,  “You obviously have a good tutor Miss.  Good job.”

Shortly after Jill led her pained man to their seats, the class was dismissed.

By now, many friendships had formed among the couples.  Years later, many of them would still be close family friends, so close that their various children would call them “aunt” and “uncle”.


Relieved that their ordeal was all but over, Jill and Adam rushed home.  First, Jill doctored her man’s bottom with their favorite cream.  She started to apologize for hurting his bottom, but he wouldn’t hear it.  “You did exactly what you were supposed to do.  And I can tell you first hand, you did damn well for an amateur.” he added ruefully.

Jill’s hands on Adam’s bottom, aided by the soothing cream’ had two effects on Adam.  First, it made his bottom stop stinging!  He rolled over to display the other effect.  Jill teasingly licked Adam’s erect member.  He arched his back, making his desire obvious.  Ever helpful, Jill took care of her man.

Afterwards, they celebrated over a bottle of cheap bubbly.   All they needed to do was attend one more class where they would simply observe the last few “makeup” spankings, and they would be fully eligible to become man and wife.

They showered together, and then cuddled in bed.  There, Adam easily rose to the occasion, and dealt with Jill’s needs.  Spooned together, their brains wonderfully drugged by both the residual effects of the wine and their simultaneous orgasms, the couple drifted off into a rapturous sleep.

Jill & Adam had no further reason to practice their Spencer spankings, but their “homework” wasn’t quite over.  Two couples that they were friendly with called for help.  Both had ”failed” their demonstrations and were looking for Adam’s help to assure that they passed on “makeup night”.  The three couples got together three times over the next week, meeting for supper and spanking practice at each couple’s apartment in turn. 

Adam offered tutoring, but Jill turned out to be even more giving: One man was really having problems with confidence.  It was only two days before “makeup night” and Adam had prescribed rest for his fiancee’s bottom so it would be ready for their demonstration spanking.  With Adam’s prior permission, Jill offered herself as a “spanking dummy”.  She stripped, put herself across the man’s lap, and with Adam’s close supervision absorbed a full five-minute spanking.  Jill bucked and sobbed, but Adam encouraged the man to continue.  Finally it was over.  Jill pecked the man on the cheek to show there were no hard feelings, but went to Adam to be properly consoled.  Adam offered the flustered man a few tips, but declared him ready.    

“Makeup night” was unremarkable.  All ten couples passed, and class was dismissed somewhat early.  Afterwards, the entire class met at a lounge to celebrate over a few drinks.  Soon, they would all be married couples.

Held at a nearby school auditorium, the communal wedding ceremony, was surprisingly dignified and well attended by friends and family.  A judge performed the ceremony.  After the exchange of rings, Adam and Jill clung together as if they were alone in the room, their happy tears mingling.  Finally, they were truly man and wife.  Life was good!

The reception was a simple affair, with a huge communal cake and cases of cheap but cold sparkling wine that nobody would dignify with the name “champagne” but everybody happily drank.

Even in this mean, lean, corporately-ran society, is seems that human happiness was still a distinct possibility.   As in the past, happiness has little to do with one’s income.  It’s mostly a matter of being lucky enough, or persistent enough, to find the right person to spend your life with.

© Guyspencer 2012