Suburban Fantasies--A Guy at Girl's Poker Night Pt 5
Now we were all going to dress up for the poker game in outfits that projected some persona that had something to do with being a spanker or spankee--with perhaps an interesting twist if the game went other than the person expected. The girls, of course, dug into this idea with relish. I wasn't so sure, but I was willing to compromise on the purity of the game in favor of the obvious benefits. Another twist was this: someone suggested that everyone bring a spanking implement that went with the costume in some way. Then, if you were a spankee buying chips, you could request swats (that would normally be doled out by the "official paddle") with your implement, or, the spanker's implement. The implement had to be "real, but not brutal", neither wet noodles nor bullwhips somebody said, and the spanker got the option at the end of the game as to which one he/she wanted to use. The playing-in-underwear rule was thrown out in view of the costumes. And, to make it even more interesting, chips were made twice as "expensive" beginning in round two.
The game was growing too. Jenny was back. And the three girls who had gone trolling after the last game had picked up Donald, another man that they wanted to invite.
I told Amy that this could be a problem. "You can't play dealers choice with more than 7 people. You run out of cards."
She furrowed her brow. "Then what do we do?"
"Run it casino style," I said. "You can play 5 card stud, Hold 'Em, or Omaha. Even with 9 players there are enough cards."
"Can we have wild cards?"
I sighed. "Yes, you can do that too, but please, no aces, deuces, one-eyed jacks and the man with the ax stuff. It drives me nuts."
"Oh goody. I love to drive you nuts."
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Several days later I ran into Diane at the grocery store.
"I have been meaning to call you," I said.
"Sure. You know what? You've been naughty, but I'm in a good mood. Come over tonight around eight? I'll tell you a story."
I sure couldn't resist, even in view of the "naughty" admonishment, so at eight there I was. Diane had made a terrific lasagna, and after we had polished off a bottle of merlot, she got around to her story.
"I never told you about how our 'official paddle' came to be," she began.
"I thought your late husband had it."
"He didn't have it when we married. He made it. And I'll never forget the day he did. I guess I'd been particularly bratty that day. We were trying to get ready to go on a trip and I was in such a mood. He couldn't do anything right. I wanted to bag the trip. I was sulky and irritable. Finally he said he'd had enough. I thought uh, oh he's gonna put me over his knee and tan me again. He'd done this maybe two times since the first time. I'd be good for awhile then revert to my old self. So I thought--oh no! But he didn't--right then. He just got this...this ...look on his face and motioned for me to follow him.
"We had a garage and he had a workshop in there. We went in. He told me to sit and watch, and he powered up this saw, you know the one where the saw goes up and down?"
"A jigsaw."
"Yeah, a jigsaw. Anyway he takes this piece of plywood, about 1/2" thick and starts cutting. I'm thinking 'what is this', but I don't move. He had that look and I got this shiver down my spine. He cut for awhile, then he took the sander and worked on it. I couldn't see what it was, but I knew it was bad news for me. He finished and showed it to me. It was the paddle. I almost died! I said 'what are you going to do with that?' As if I didn't know. He said 'you are going to finish sanding this and then you will bring it to me in the house'. He gave me a fresh piece of sandpaper and said, 'do a good job, you don't want any rough edges'. And you know, I did do a good job. Realizing that he was about to use this on my butt made me scared and excited all at the same time. And I did not want to get splinters, so you bet I did a good job."
"Well...then what?"
"I decided to go him one better. I knew I was going to get my ass blistered, but I thought I'd show him how obedient and submissive I could be. Maybe he would let me off easy. So I took off all my clothes--left them in the garage, and I marched into our bedroom stark naked, paddle in hand. Actually I put the paddle on a pillow from the couch and carried it in like a slave girl going to her master for punishment. He was packing a suitcase and when he saw me come in, all in the buff, the paddle presented on a pillow, his eyes got as big as saucers. I think something else did too," she giggled.
"I knelt down and said something about 'your naughty slave girl requesting punishment, sir'. I thought, I hoped, he would laugh and let me off. No such luck. He asked me if I'd ever heard that old lore about a sword unsheathed cannot be returned unused. I said no, and he took the paddle off the pillow and said "once the paddle comes out, it cannot be put away unused."
"I started backing up, but he grabbed my arm and sat down on the bed. He pulled me over his knee til my ass was high in the air with my body sprawled across his lap. I knew the cool breeze on my ass wouldn't last long and I was right. He smacked me with that paddle and it stung like fire. The burning shock from that first splat! was like nothing I'd ever felt. The sound was like a firecracker--deafening in that small bedroom. And many more smacks followed. He gave my little hiney a sound tanning that stung worse than anything up to that point. And in thinking back on it, I know he wasn't spanking me very hard, 'cause later ther were times when I got it worse. I tried to be brave, but after just a few smacks with that thing I was blubbering and crying and kicking. It must have been a sight--Chuck fully dressed and me stark naked, bouncing across his knee while he paddled my fanny with these ringing smacks that just burned hotter and hotter. The first few smacks tingled, then it started to sting like crazy, then it just felt like heat. But I also felt the heat spread and it aroused me. That whole feeling of being overpowered and punished...naked, with a paddling like a slavegirl--it really turned me on. And afterwards, mmmmm...we delayed our trip a whole day.
"Well, after that I had to varnish and brush the paddle with steel wool. Over the next week after our trip when each coat dried he would 'test' it. On me. He'd tell me to bring him the paddle. It was then take my pants down, bend over and take 5 licks. When he was satisfied with the finish he tied a little thong through the handle and hung it on a nail in the closet. But it wasn't so bad--each test earned me a trip to the bedroom as well. Nothing turned Chuck on like the sight of my paddled hiney. And a well warmed bottom really got me going, too. After that whenever he was put out with me all he had to say was 'go get the paddle, Diane'. I would get this cold chill and a hot flash all at the same time. He was a terrific lover and a great husband and he didn't put up with any petulant crap from me. And I loved him for it."
I understood her loss. And her need. She put her arms around my neck and pressed her body to mine. She said wanted to make love slowly that night. Before we started she pulled my belt out through the loops of my pants and doubled it. She thwacked it against her palm a few times, testing it. It was an old one and very supple. She handed it to me and with a smile told me she felt "naughty". I cracked it against my palm with a thwack! and told her to bend over. She did, hoisting her skirt to her hips exposing her pert behind clad in thin lavender panties. I slid them to her ankles baring her white jutting moons. She stuck her adorable rear up and I gave her 20 slow medium hard licks that had her squirming with desire. It took me awhile to put the fire out.
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It was an odd collection of characters who showed up for the next game. At least from the outlandish costumes it seemed that way. Actually it was the same people...but with a difference.
Amy was "Genie", as in "I Dream of" fame in a harem girl outfit. The halter top was filled to bursting with Amy's generous breasts and the bottoms were filmy transparent pantaloons with little gold panties underneath. She brought a martinet, a 5-tailed whip with soft flat strands about 15" long.
Diane wore tight black vinyl short shorts and thigh high boots with 5" heels. A dominatrix tonight were we? The riding crop made it appear so.
Leslie was in a puffy-sleeved pink sundress, short with white knee socks. Her hair was in two pigtails--a Lolita sex kitten look. She carried a ping pong paddle.
I hadn't met Jenny before, but I was suitably impressed. She was a cute redhead in a little plaid skirt and white blouse that went for the innocent schoolgirl look with great success. She had a longer, school-type paddle.
Predictably, Jill was a schoolmarm in a tight short skirt and white blouse combo, complete with fake hornrim glasses, and Kyle was her student in shorts, a shirt and striped tie, and a beanie. Jill held a swishy switch which she tapped against her leg and Kyle had a hefty looking thick 18" wooden ruler.
Donna was "Donna Reed" in a 50's retro style dress and hairdo to match. She brought a wide flat-backed hairbrush.
Donald, the new guy came as a 50's juvenile delinquent with rolled up short sleeves, jeans, and hair styled in ducktails. He had a suede strap that dangled from a wooden handle.
I was a pirate, complete with eyepatch. And I had a cat-o-nine-tails. It was a light one, made of deerskin, with lashes that were about 20" long.
Everyone was in high spirits. We decided that everyone should explain why they picked the implement that they had added to their costume and comment on it.
"Ok, I'll go first," said Jill. "I'm a strict schoolmarm and here is my hickory switch for keeping order. If you act up, this is what you'll get," she laughed shaking the switch at everyone.
"I can attest to that," said Kyle, rubbing his buns. "I've got a ruler here. Just thing for naughty schoolboys who pull girls' pigtails."
"Well since I have the pigtails," said Leslie, "I hope you get ruler spanked, Kyle. When I'm naughty I get it with this ping pong paddle." And she bent slightly and popped it once or twice on her seat. "Ouch! Only when mommy gives it to me I get it over her knee with my panties down."
"That's cute, Leslie," said Donna, "but if I was your mommy I'd use my hairbrush here. It's a well known fact that moms in the fifties tanned their kids' hineys with the back of a hairbrush."
"Not all kids, Donna," said Donald a youngish slender guy with thick black hair. "I think a strap like this was commonly used on juvenile delinquents. I hope I win tonight 'cause I'm in no hurry to find out what it feels like."
"I'm glad to see the game in full swing, you guys," said Jenny. "I brought this school paddle because I know that is the sure cure for naughty schoolgirls."
"Yeah...like you," said Amy. Everyone laughed. "Ok Ted, your turn."
"Avast mateys," I slurred, "If you wind up tied my yardarm I'll be stripin' yer backside with this 'cat. So look lively and keep your hatches battened...or whatever." I had to break out laughing. I couldn't keep up the pirate talk with a straight face.
"Well just hope you don't get hit with a broadside, Captain Blackbeard, or it'll be your pirate's ass that will be stuck out for a flogging," teased Amy, giving me a big wink. And I knew she'd do just that.
"I have a little whip, too. My master uses it on me when I screw up his magic wishes."
"Now that's something I never saw on 'I dream of Genie'. But I'd like to see it tonight," said Donald.
"Ok, guys and girls let's play," said Jill. "We all know the rules right?" Everyone nodded. "And don't forget, chips are double on the second round."
Amy dealt first. Draw poker with dueces and one-eyed jacks wild. I caught a pat hand straight--6,7,10,2,2. It wasn't good enough. Jill drew a full boat. Next hand--my game, hold 'em. Dealt a pair of kings, but the flop turned up a pair of jacks. Donald held a third jack. Even after the slow start I started winning. When the buzzer sounded to end round one, I was even.
Leslie, Jenny, and Donald lost. Leslie was down 68 and opted for 8 hand spanks to her panties followed by 12 with her ping pong paddle. Diane made a good match for Leslie in her black fetish outfit and it was sexy to see Leslie bent over hands on knees, little pink skirt flipped up to take ping pong paddle swats from from her. But first Diane propped her leg up on a stool, bent Leslie over her left knee and gave her 8 solid smacks to alternate cheeks bulging from underneath the wispy pink panties Leslie wore. Then came the paddle spanks, slowly delivered across the panty-clad bottom. For these, Diane made Leslie bend over, hands on knees, and stick her behind out nicely. Lifting the very abbreviated skirt the players were treated to a view of Leslie's pinkened rump. She looked like a very young girl, incongruously about to be disciplined by a black-clad domme. Diane popped the paddle with brisk swats and plenty of wrist against the plump fanny and got an "ouch" out of Leslie on all 12. While Leslie stood up and rubbed, Jenny contemplated her fate.
This was an interesting matchup because Kyle was the second highest winner. In his schoolboy outfit he looked like anything but a dominant disciplinarian. Still there was something piquant about his pairing with the youthful Jenny in her sexy schoolgirl garb. She had to buy 90 chips from Kyle and elected to take them with as 10 handspanks over her panties and 8 bare butt swats with her paddle. So Kyle sat down and she plopped herself over his lap. Kyle raised the short pleated skirt to reveal white cotton panties barely covering a cutely rounded plump derriere. Kyle rubbed the cheeky mounds and asked, "ready?".
When Jenny said yes he brought his palm down briskly 10 times square across her sit spot, each splat! causing a surprised gasp. "Yeouch, that stung!" exclaimed Jenny, back on her feet now rubbing. Kyle grinned. It looked to me as if he could give as good as he got.
"Assume the position, Jenny," said Kyle, brandishing the paddle. "Oh, and panties down, miss, if you please."
Jenny reached under her skirt and slid her panties down, then bent over grabbing her shins. Kyle flipped the skirt up with the paddle baring a cute pink tush and tapped it with the wooden blade, adjusting his position.
"Whack!"
"Ow!"
"Smack!"
"Oooh!"
Kyle paddled the nicely presented behind with full solid swings of his arm, each swat leaving a red band. At number 8 Jenny shot up and danced around rubbing her buns.
"Yeouch! Yeouch! Whew!" she yelped.
"Hey, very nicely done Kyle," said Amy, giving him the thumbs up.
"Just wait 'til you get it from Kyle," grumbled Jenny, still gingerly massaging her nates, "he spanks harder than you, Amy."
Donald, the juvenile delinquent and new guy, was down 61 chips and had to buy from Donna. He opted for 11 handspanks on his underpants, 10 on the bare and 3 licks with his strap, bare butt. The costuming fit nicely because Donna was a retro-50's girl and Donald looked like a cast member of "Grease" who had wandered into the game.
"Well, young man," intoned Donna in her best no-nonsense voice, "looks like you and I have a reckoning." Seating herself on an armless chair she crooked her finger at Donald who sheepishly shuffled over to her. "Take your pants down, Donald, and just put yourself right over my knee."
Blushing red as beet Donald complied and the company was treated to the sight of Donald in tight white briefs face down over Donna's lap, tight buns in the air preparing to pay his debt. Donna smiled and brought her hand down hard right on Donald's left ass cheek with a loud whap! Another whap! to the right. She spanked as hard as she could, one hard swat at a time. Donald winced through the 11 smacks.
"Ok, m'boy, lift up," said Donna cheerily, grasping the elastic of his briefs. Donald blushed again but allowed his shorts to be rucked down.
"Mmm...what a cute can," said Donna, giving his bottom a little pinch. Then she raised her hand again and brought it down with a smart splat! that left a big red handprint.
"Ow!" yelped Donald.
Splat! Splat! Whap! Smack! Crack! Donna's hard palm cracked against Donald's squirming fanny and he yelped convincingly.
"Four more good ones on this cute bare hieney, Donald," said Donna gleefully rubbing Donald's buns.
"My Donna, you are having fun--almost too much," laughed Jill.
The last 4 were given as solidly as Donna could manage and judging by Donald's reaction he felt each one. Satisfied, Donna let him up. He ruefully rubbed his buns for a moment while Donna picked up the strap. She made him bend over the back of the sofa for it. Donna fussed with his position until she got him well bent over, fanny stuck out, and underpants at his ankles. Then she took her stance, drew back her arm and let fly. Eack lick was a solid thwack! that Donald reacted to with a sharp intake of breath. "Wow!" he said when it was over, "I would say I'm well done back there." Everyone laughed at his wild eyed response to the 'friendly licking' he had just received. We were all having fun.
We let the three losers cool off for a minute. It was a sexy sight, Jenny and Leslie reduced to slinky underthings that hid little, a slight redness in their rear cheeks that peeked out from flimsy panties. I noticed too a distinct tent in Donald's briefs. The glances of the girls and the accompanying titters told me they did too. After that, it was back to the game for round two.
I was doing OK but the "bad beat" problem lingered. I would win a few small pots then lose it all with a good hand. An example--I had a pair of queens wired in 5 card stud and Leslie hung in and drew a king to match her hole card on the last card. A straight lost to a flush in 5 card stud--an unbelieveable hand. By the time round 2 ended, I was still near even. The tide had turned though for several others. Amy, Jill, and Kyle were down. Donald, Donna, and still, Diane were up. Betting had become looser in round two, and as a result the numbers were bigger.
Jill was first, and had to buy 45 chips from Diane. But chips were now doubled in "price". She opted for 9 lashes from Diane's crop, all bare. It was a new delight to see the junoesque Jill strip down to a sexy black garter belt and stockings ensemble that she wore beneath the schoolmarm outfit. She had a voluptuous build, big breats, wide hips, full womanly bottom. Diane wanted her over the back of the sofa. Jill slipped the panties down to mid thigh and said very politely, "I'd like 9 with your crop please, Diane." Diane asked her if she wouldn't like to sample her own wares and perhaps choose the switch. Jill declined and everyone knew why. The crop had a wide flat popper on the end of it that made a sharp smacking sound each time it hit, but appeared to be a lighter implement than the thin but wicked-looking switch. Still, Jill took a risk bringing it because she might be forced to take it at the end of the night if she lost. Diane let her feel it though, and put plenty of steam in the 9 cracking strokes she planted on Jill's sumptuous behind that left her gasping.
Amy was down 66 and had to buy from Donald. "Whew," he said. "I guess I get to experience this thing from both ends." The "end" in view was Amy's, perched saucily over Donald's knee where it was to get 36 bare handed smacks followed by 12 with Amy's flogger. The harem pants were at half mast and Donald had propped his right leg up a bit, causing Amy's delectible body to jacknife over his knee.
Donald drew it out, giving Amy's quivering fanny 36 sonorous smacks. He alternated sides and after each spank he let his palm linger a moment on the lushly rounded surface. Amy yeowched at each smack and kicked her heels up in back. The delicious wriggling of her bottom in response to the smacks was a sexy visual treat. Donald let her up and took the flogger in hand, smiling as she stood there pants still down, massaging her well-warmed cheeks.
"Let's see," mused Donald, "we don't have a whipping post for you...I know, come over here."
Donald was pointing to a bannister in the foyer.
"I want you to grab that with both hands, lean over and stick out your behind. Don't let go."
"O please, master, I'll be good," pleaded Amy hands pressed together as in prayer, "please don't whip me."
"Now, slave," roared Donald, playing along.
Amy had to hitch up her harem pantaloons to walk to the foyer for her whipping. Once there she stuck her tongue out at Donald who just frowned and gestured with the whip. She slid the pantaloons down baring her pinkened bottom and leaned over grabbing the balustrade. Everyone had crowded into the foyer to get a good look. Amy's peach of a bottom was cocked back, ready for the whip. Donald took his position, ran the thongs through his fingers and brought the whip back. With a swish...thwack! the whip fell. Amy jerked. This was new, and entertaining. We hadn't seen a whipping before. Donald cracked the thongs down 11 more times on Amy's lush hindquarters. She squealed and lifted up on her toes in response to each swipe of the whip, but she held on. That's my Amy. She acquired some thin red streaks on her buttocks to go with the pink from the spanking.
"Whew," she said gingerly pulling her harem pants back up, "That thing does sting a bit."
Next, Kyle was in for 110 chips from Donna. This was a good matchup, Donna as a 50's gal and Kyle as a recalcitrant schoolboy. Kyle had bet freely in the second round, made bold by his earlier success, but had lost big. He thought for a moment, looking at Donna who meaningfully tapped her hairbrush against her palm.
"Well, I'm waiting, Kyle. What will it be?"
"Uh, I guess I'll...take 22 licks with my ruler," stammered Kyle, hefting his ruler and nervously eyeing Donna's hairbrush.
"Um," said Donna. "Ok, and that's bare fanny, Kyle, so get 'em down, and over the back of the sofa you go."
Kyle handed the ruler to Donna and turned, facing the back of the sofa. He shucked down the pleated shorts, then his underpants. The girls smiled, noticing a distinct bulge in the shirt tail that still covered his hips.
"Let's get that shirt out of the way," teased Donna, and she ceremoniously lifted up the tails tucking them high on his back baring Kyle from ankles to the middle of his back. Standing to Kyle's right she tapped the proffered nates with the ruler.
"Ummm, this feels nice and springy, Kyle. Here we go, 22 good ones."
Donna smartly whapped the ruler down on Kyle's nude behind. Kyle jerked and a 2" red band appeared across the crowns of his buttocks.
"Ow," bleated Kyle.
"That sting, Kyle?" asked Donna innocently.
"Yes, you damn well know it did," said Kyle.
"I do not allow schoolboys to swear," said Donna feigning indignance.
She then proceeded to whip the ruler down smartly, sharply smacking the boyish cheeks and getting a howl out of Kyle each time.
"He's acting, Donna," said Jill, "smack him harder."
Donna gave Kyle his last 5 with the full strength in her arm. The ruler was thick and heavy and it looked like Kyle really felt it. Bands of red decorated the cheeks of his buttocks. He stood up, rubbing.
"Yeow, maybe I should have taken the hairbrush," said Kyle, his face screwed up in pain.
Several of the more knowlegeable players shook their heads, no.
We refreshed our drinks at the end of this penalty phase. There was a lot of laughing and joking at the expense of the recently spanked. The sexual tension was heavy in the room. Excitement was building. The sexy costumes, the forced nudity, the spankings--it all added together to create a heady, sexually charged atmosphere. Then it was time to resume.
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