Sexually Inadequate Husbands: Masturbator's Meatup Pt. 1

[micheleFFS]

Chapter 3: The Masturbator’s Meatup

“Honey, may I please have permission to masturbate?” Luke asked Julie, entering the living room from refreshing himself after his evening commute.

“No, dear, not today. Yesterday was enough for a while.” She looked up from a crossword. “Let’s cook dinner together in about 45 minutes, OK?”

“Yes, dear.” Luke tried not to sound too disappointed. He picked up the front section of the paper and sat to read. Unable to concentrate on the latest Mideast crisis, his mind wandered to his state of frustration. Since his spanking and restoration of sexual privileges, Julie lowered the boom. He’d only been allowed to masturbate Monday before work and yesterday, Wednesday, after work. In compensation, they’d made love twice Saturday, three times Sunday, and once each day since. The lovemaking was terrific. Luke, by this time recognizing that the vibrator met a need he couldn’t, wielded the device with care and solicitude for Julie’s pleasure.

However, his desire to relax as he had so many times, enjoying sexy images and letting his imagination run free without needing to think of Julie’s pleasure, remained and grew stronger each day. The few minutes of self-pleasure 24 hours earlier only reinforced the what he missed.

Luke sighed, unaware of Julie’s knowing, sardonic gaze. He’s more compliant and more frustrated at once, she told herself. Perfect.

Soon, the pair whipped together a casserole and salad. As they ate, Luke had news. “Next Monday, the company’s sending me to corporate headquarters in Houston for training. I’ll return Wednesday night.”

“Training?”

Luke managed to suppress a grin. “Management training.”

“Oh, Luke, does that mean you’ve got the promotion?”

“No, Hal was careful to tell me I was being considered. He recommended me for the training ‘cause he wants me to have a better chance. I think he means it, but he also wants me to be very loyal to him in the future. He’s nice to me, but I don’t fully trust him.”

“Yes, I know. But this is a step in the right direction.” She looked at him speculatively, but he poured dressing on his salad. Hmph, she thought. He hasn’t thought of any personal application. Odd. I’ll surprise him later.

After dinner, the pair worked on personal projects. Luke checked drawings and material lists for the gazebo planned for the back yard, and Julie wrote a report on Luke’s behavior for the Greetup. They met at 9:00 for a favorite TV show. A few kisses after the show ended impelled the lovers upstairs to bed, where Julie handspanked Luke prior to the main event.

As they cuddled after Luke cleaned and replaced Julie’s vibrator in her drawer, she gently held his penis. “Are you looking forward to your time out of town, Dick?”

Luke laughed. Julie named his dick Dick soon after they gave up their virginities together, and recently resumed addressing it by name.

“I’ll miss you, and your warm insides,” said Luke in Dick’s falsetto.

“Really? Even though Luke can wrap his hand around you and keep you warm as much as he wants?”

The import of what she said struck Luke. “Julie, you mean if I’m out of town...”

She smiled at her husband. “If you’re out of town, you aren’t available to me, so I don’t care if you spray your seed. Take your laptop and enjoy your porn and fantasies. Make sure to log each erection. Oh, this only applies if you don’t earn a sex restriction in the meantime, so be careful. Also, since you have so much free time coming up, I’d like you to stop pestering me with daily requests to masturbate. You can jolly well wait until you get to your hotel. The return flight will more than cover your latency period and we’ll be ready for each other when we get home after the airport.”

Luke heard this with mixed feelings. Two days of unrestricted masturbation should go along way to relieving his desire, but the wait was prolonged, despite the frequent lovemaking. Putting the best face on it as usual, he embraced and kissed Julie. “Well, lately we make up for it a lot.”

“Yes, we do.” Arms wrapped around each other, the pair soon slept.

Luke found, much to his surprise, that the time passed relatively easily. A couple of times when the longing to fondle himself became acute, he initiated sex with Julie and was never rebuffed. The weekend brought a day hike and dinner with friends Saturday and a productive Sunday working on the gazebo. Holes were dug, and the cement footings, with the floor supports jutting up, were in place.

Despite his planning, Luke needed to go to Home Depot late Sunday morning. Julie added an item to his list.

“A case of C batteries?” he queried.

“The vibrator runs out of juice more frequently — and you and I create more juice,” Julie said with a saucy grin. “Besides, you won’t be the only one masturbating while you’re away.”

Luke laughed, kissed her, and left for the store.

Daily sexual coupling continued. They touched each other casually more often than before, kissed more, hugged more.

Sunday night, Luke packed early to ensure enough time for sex before bed. Not caring about lost sleep, they came together early Monday morning. As Luke rushed to his usual rapid climax, Jule ruefully thought, well, at least he’s reliable when you need a quickie.

She remained in bed while Luke prepared to go. As he passed by, she caught his hand and had him face her. Smiling, she hefted his limp penis. “Dick, are you prepared for the wild wanking you’re in for?”

“Oh, yes, I’m looking forward to it. Your pussy is better by far, but I do like my master’s warm hand as well.” They both laughed.

Luke didn’t get carpal tunnel over Monday and Tuesday, but he took a step the importance of which he didn’t realize at the time. Arrived at his hotel room after the first day of management training, he didn’t bother to unpack before he set up his laptop and portable speakers. Grinning, he dropped his pants and sat before the screen. Soon, a lingerie-clad model writhed seductively on the screen. Luke manipulated his stiffening cock, soon giving it full strokes. Swiftly, he approached orgasm.

Uncharacteristically, Luke stopped, gently holding his tip between his thumb and forefinger. If I cum, it’ll be over an hour before I can recharge, and longer than that before I’m ready for a third go. But if I stop now, I can go again sooner. Hmmm....I’ll try it.

He waited nearly half an hour, watching TV to distract himself. A few more minutes of pleasure and yet another denial. His sexual tension heightened, at his third wank he enjoyed a long, strong release accompanied by a copious, high spurt of jism that left him breathless.

Wow, that was great, Luke smiled. I never would have thought of it if Julie hadn’t determined my latency period. Can it be that this program to control my masturbation actually improves my masturbation?

By the time he departed for home, Luke had ejaculated eight times, three each evening and once each morning. Because he denied himself orgasms many times, he stimulated himself an additional six times. The spreadsheet showed 14 erections lasting an average of 2.5 minutes, for a total of 35 minutes of solo eroticism.

His reunion with Julie met their differing expectations. After giving him a light spanking over the bench, Julie gobbled his cock eagerly, but not for too long. She insisted on a long bout of oral sex for her before Luke mounted her. Luke was very excited by his blowjob and eagerly repaid her with his own licking. As usual, he lasted about three minutes in her. At her demand, he used the vibrator immediately after filling her with cum. He smiled as Julie, eyes closed, moaned out several orgasms as he slid the vibrator in and out. He never tired of the thrilling sounds and sights of her orgasms.

Thursday morning, at breakfast, Julie said, “Remember, Luke, tomorrow night is the Chronic Masturbators Meatup. Tonight, I want to go over the remarks you’ll give to the group. So think about what you intend to say.”

“Darn it, I hoped you’d forget about that. Jules, it’s gotta be so embarrassing! Why do you want me to do that?”

“Luke, I want you to have a place where you can discuss your successes and failures with men who understand because they’ve been there. The Moderator makes sure no one is ridiculed.”

With a big sigh, Luke accepted his fate.

Thursday, instead of watching a crime story, they went over Luke’s plans. Julie criticized him for using euphemisms and circumlocutions. The clarity of his planned remarks increased. Julie rewarded him with a foreplay blow job before the came together in a fuck.

Friday after work, they changed to casual clothes, enjoyed a quick dinner, and left for the Meatup.

Luke drove to a pub some 25 minutes away. He appeared so nervous when they arrived that Julie slipped her arm through his and guided him to the door. She asked a passing waitress the way to the meeting room, and they entered.

Several couples engaged in conversation stood by long tables flanked with chairs. Many held drinks; plates of food lay on the tables. A smiling man in his mid-thirties stood behind a card table by the door. “Hi, there. I’m Hal. Is this your first Meatup?”

Julie jogged Luke’s elbow.

“Yes, we’re Julie and Luke.”

“Excellent. Welcome.” Hal handed them preprinted name tags which they pressed to their shirts. “Feel free to mingle with the other members. Please order something when the waitress returns. We ring a gong when she arrives so you can protect the privacy of your conversations. The meeting starts in 20 minutes or so.”

“Have Steff and Dave arrived?” Julie asked.

“Yes,” answered Hal, “That’s them over there,” he said with a gesture. “She’s in the red blouse.”

“You know these people?” Luke asked in a shocked whisper.

“I met Stephanie at the wives Greetup. Their profiles show similar interests. By PM, Steff and I agreed we’d meet.” Julie took Luke’s hand and headed toward the couple.

Yet again, Luke sighed in resignation.

Steff, a short woman with a pixie face and brown hair, greeted them both warmly and introduced Dave. “We’re outdoorsy like you two. We’re hiking Bald Mountain on Sunday.” Steff wore a loose, blue skirt and white blouse with black heels. Taupe nylons graced her legs. Dave wore tan slacks and a light maroon sweater. Taller than his wife, be sported a thick moustache.

The gong sounded. The waitress delivered orders to several members and jotted new orders on her pad as she circulated the room. She came to Julie and Luke’s group, momentarily interrupting Dave’s description of the Bald Mountain hike. He resumed when she left, followed by a ring of the gong.

“The guidebook mentions a small spring near the top, a perfect place for a lunch stop and to soak your feet. And the views are supposed to be superb.”

“Sounds like a great hike,” said Luke. “We planned to do it maybe next month, but it’s a pretty long trip for a day, three hours one way.”

“Why don’t you two join us?” invited Steff, addressing Julie. “We can take one vehicle, switch off drivers if anyone gets tired.”

“Thanks, I think that’s a great idea,” Julie replied. “It won’t delay the gazebo project too much, will it, honey?”

“I guess not,” Luke mumbled, feeling set up.

Dave laughed quietly. “You don’t need to feel that embarrassed, Luke. We’re regular folks and good hikers. I just play with myself more than I need to, just like you. We won’t talk all day about wanking, never fear.”

Somewhat reassured, Luke met Dave’s eye and said, “Well, it is a hike we’ve wanted to do for some time. Sure, it should be fun.”

A few moments later, the gong sounded again and the four soon had drinks and appetizers. As the waitress left the room, a tall, slender brunette stood in front of a movie screen at the front of the room. She called the meeting to order. About 20 couples took their seats at the tables, facing the screen.

“I’m Louise, president of the local chapter of the national Sexually Inadequate Husbands Greetup. I welcome you all, especially you men, husbands or SOs, because you all have decided to overcome your sexual difficulties. The program saved my marriage to Hal, and I hope all of you experience greater sexual satisfaction.

“We keep our message positive here. How many first time couples are there tonight?”

Besides Julie and Luke, two other couples raised their hands. They were applauded and complimented. Everyone introduced themselves. Luke was relieved that they weren’t required to recite any specifics, only how many weeks they’d been in the program.

With very little fanfare, Louise introduced the video, one she said would soon be available on the website.

On the video, a woman and a man on a couch, sipping from coffee cups from time to time. The man, Neal, with occasional prompting from Alicia, his wife, told his tale.

He described how much he resented being put on the chronic masturbator program, and how patient his wife had been with him. “After my first failure, Alicia told me I had to be fully obedient for three weeks before I could move on. Well, I didn’t listen real good, and I love playing with myself, so I failed three more times. Each time, I received a harder corporal punishment, a longer and more strictly enforced sexual restriction, and a week was added to the minimum time of obedience at each failure.

“It was rough! For my last cycle, Alicia prevented all contact with my penis for two full weeks and...”

“It wasn’t all that rough on me, dear. Several punishment spankings followed by fantastic oral and toy sex.” She kissed his cheek and tousled his hair. “I almost didn’t want you to earn your masturbating and fucking privileges back.”

“Really, honey? You sure act like it’s fun when we get it on.”

“Well, I did say ‘almost.’ And I do love being fucked by you, now more than ever, but more on that later. How long did it take you to graduate?”

“Well, after my last disobedience, the last time I masturbated without permission, I was on sex restriction for two weeks and then had to demonstrate six weeks of obedience before graduating and losing my Chronic Masturbator status. Two full months!

“Now, guys, don’t blow it. Since I graduated, three months ago, I’ve never once masturbated without Alicia’s approval. I’m not embarrassed to ask her and I only ask when I think she’s likely to grant my request. Our sex life improved and I enjoy my porn and fantasies more.

“Alicia put me on the Premature Ejaculator program. I’m not supposed to describe it in detail because your Superior will customize your treatment, but I will say it’s very embarrassing at first, even more embarrassing than the first few times you asked for permission to masturbate. But the rewards are tremendous.” The onscreen couple kissed passionately.

Alicia spoke next. “Ladies, if, like most Chronic Masturbators, your male is also a Premature Ejaculator, don’t despair. I set a very high standard for Neal to graduate from Premature Ejaculator, so he hasn’t graduated yet, but his sexual performance has increased incredibly. Most times he enters me now, he lasts until I tell him it’s OK to cum.”

The video ended with some closing remarks.

Louise invited the audience to comment.

“More humiliating? Whew, it’s been a full month, and I’m still not used to asking,” said one wanker.

Another asked, “What about it, Hal? Do you agree the next step is worse to start but ultimately better?”

“Oh, yes, both sides of that,” said Hal, favoring Louise with a fond grin.

“I can’t wait. Luke, get with the program!” Julie waxed enthusiastic. Everyone laughed.

Louise asked for comments from the males in the audience. Julie’s significant stare prompted Luke to raise his hand. Louise called on another man and told Luke he could go next.

The man stood. “I’m Alvin or Al, and Beth is my Superior. I’m sorry to say I’m under a very strict sex restriction now because five days ago, I lost control and...”

Louise interrupted. “You didn’t lose control, Al, you wilfully chose to disobey.”

“That’s right,” put in Beth. “Alvin, we practiced that and you failed to follow through. A punishment spanking at home and two extra days added to your sex restriction.”

Al stared at the floor, gulped, and said, “Yes, dear. Thank you.” He paused a moment, looking at the sympathetic eyes of the males and the adamant, unwavering gaze of the women. “I chose to be disobedient and masturbated without even attempting to ask for permission. I was on day 12 of 21, and now, when my sex restriction is over, I must be obedient 28 days before moving on. It just isn’t worth the pleasure of a short wank.”

Murmurs of sympathy and of approval filled the room, but no specific discussion followed, so Louise called on Luke.

Luke took a deep breath and introduced himself and Julie. “I’m at the beginning of the third week of the program. It is working for us because we make love more often and with greater enjoyment. I confess I miss masturbating as much as I did, but getting it on with Julie is way better. Partway through my first week, I...disobeyed and masturbated when I couldn’t get ahold of Julie...”

“We talked about this, Lukas,” said Julie with an edge to her voice.

Luke gulped at the public rebuke. “I’m sorry, Julie, and everyone. I...”

“A spanking tonight, Lukas. No sex for you for 24 hours.”

“Yes, my love. Thank you.” He sighed. “I chose to masturbate during my first week and was restricted from sex. I didn’t think I could make it, but I did. I also had to make a spanking bench, which I guess will be used in the living room soon, isn’t that right, Julie?”

“Oh, you bet your sweet ass!” Everyone laughed, including Luke.

Luke resumed his narrative. “I decided to masturbate one afternoon. Julie discovered I couldn’t get it up when she dressed extra sexy to seduce me. Was she mad! I gotta admit I deserved the spanking and the sex restriction I got.

“Since then, I’ve been an obedient husband. Our sex life is better. Also, I lucked out when my company sent me for a training earlier this week. I played with myself as much as I wanted for two days, and arrived home with a full load to share with Julie.

“I’m now on day 6 of three weeks. I’m confident I’ll finish with control. I like masturbating with Julie’s knowledge and permission way better than sneaking around and having Jules mad at me.”

One of the men spoke in response. “You’ve got fifteen days to go. I’d say any feeling of confidence now is overconfidence and you may be riding for a fall. Be careful.”

Everyone agreed with that. Luke acknowledged the general feeling and said he’d be on his guard.

The Meatup broke up soon afterwards. Julie and Luke fell into step with Steff and Dave. “Shall we have a drink together or are you super eager to get Luke over the spanking bench?” Steff asked.

A few moment’s conversation revealed that the two couples lived ten minutes apart, with Julie and Luke being closer to the Meatup venue.

“Why not have drinks at our place?” suggested Julie. “I’ll spank Luke after you leave.”

Steff quickly accepted.

Dave and Luke exchanged shrugs.

During the ride home, Luke admitted the Meatup had been less embarrassing than he feared. “Overall, it was encouraging,” he said. They both agreed Stephanie and Dave seemed like potential friends.

At their home, Julie and the guests sat in the living room, Luke prepared drinks at their wet bar in the corner. They looked at an online map of the proposed hike and discussed food items to bring. Dave was excited about his new pair of zoom binoculars.

In a pause, Steff asked, “Luke, did you say you made a spanking bench?”

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Luke replied, “Yes, it’s kept upstairs in the bedroom.”

“I’d like to see it.”

“So would I. We’ve talked about getting one, but I’m no handyman,” Dave said eagerly.

“Luke, bring it downstairs. It needs to be here anyway for your spanking later.”

“Yes, Julie. It will be safer if Dave helps me by carrying the cover and pillow, if you want them.”

“Of course, they should see the whole project.”

Off Luke and Dave went, as Julie explained the use of the bench in the bedroom for fun and in the living room for punishment.

With the bench at the bottom of the stairs, Dave suggested they place the pillow and cover before carrying it into the living room. “That way, Steffie will get the full effect.”

Somewhat awkwardly, they carried the covered bench into the center of the living room.

Steff was impressed with the cover, but soon whisked it off, testing the resiliency of the cushion and closely inspecting the restraints. She placed the pillow and cover on the wet bar.

“I love it,” she declared. “What do you think, Dave?”

“I think it’s perfect. I’d never spoil your aim again, and I think the dual configurations for fun and punishment give it real versatility. In case you couldn’t tell, I love it when Steff spanks me for fun. I always wilt for punishment but sprout a big boner for foreplay spankings. We call those erections Steffies rather than stiffies.” That got a general laugh.

“Luke, how much would it delay the gazebo project if you made a similar bench for our new friends?”

“About a day, honey.”

“Well, then it’s settled. You can start tomorrow.”

“Yes, dear. Only thing is, this is custom made for my height. Dave’s a bit shorter than me.”

“Let’s see how it fits,” said Dave, bending over the bench. The angle of his back to his bum was a bit less than flat, so Luke got the plans and a tape measure from downstairs. He soon made the necessary measurements and notations.

Steff said, “I wonder how a guy looks when it’s the right size.”

“Good idea,” said Julie. “Luke, bend over and show them.”

Eager to get it over with, Luke stood by the bench.

“This is silly,” said Julie, “Lukas, you’re going to be spanked tonight anyhow, and you’ll be more embarrassed if they watch. Off with your clothes. You two will get to see the bench in action.”

“Oh, good!” enthused Stephanie. “I hoped it would end like this.”

“Me, too. I always like watching some other guy really get it.”

“Some new pal you turned out to be,” grumbled Like, obediently unbuttoning his shirt. “Honey, did you set this whole thing up?”

Julie laughed. “No, hon, just that we’d find them at the Meatup. Besides, you earned your punishment all by yourself in front of everybody. I couldn’t set that up.”

By then, Luke was down to his Y-fronts. His penis bravely made a lump in front. Embarrassed by his small penis, Luke bent over the bench while whisking the garment below is knees. He kicked the underpants away.

Julie thought a moment. Aware of his reason for such quick obedience, she decided to postpone his inevitable exposure. Gesturing, she asked “Dave, would you please go to the coat closet and bring me the spanking implements from the umbrella stand and hanging on the wall?”

“Sure, anything to help.” In a moment, he handed Julie a long-handled, two-headed slapper, a wooden paddle, and a riding crop.

“Thank you, Dave,” she said, placing the devices on the coffee table. She came behind Luke and swirled both hands over his exposed bumcheeks. “Tell us what you did wrong, Lukas.

“I attempted to shift some of the blame for my selfish behavior by mentioning that I couldn’t get ahold of you.”

“Correct. How could you have described the same incident and taken responsibility?”

“I could have said, ‘When you were unavailable, I allowed myself to rationalize that it was OK to play with myself, though I did not have permission to do so.’ I knew this, we had practiced it, yet I failed to correctly describe my behavior. I ask you to give me my much deserved punishment and to allow me a chance to make a proper apology after my chastisement.”

“Well spoken, Luke. If you’d been as thoughtful in the Meating, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“I consent to punish you.” Julie rubbed his bum. “Will you remain in position or do you request the restraints?”

Luke wanted to avoid all appearance of weakness before their guests. “I’ll stay in position, Julie.”

“Good, my love. It’s best when submission is voluntary and challenging.” She slapped his bottom with her curved hand, producing satisfying crack sounds.

“You have him well in hand, I see. Excellent, my friend.” Steff looked on with obvious interest.

Julie increased the force and tempo of her smacks.

Dave licked his lips and clenched and unclenched his fingers. “Julie, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes?”

“This is your home, and I want to be respectful. Watching a beautiful woman like yourself chastise a man is very arousing to me. May I please ask my Superior for permission to masturbate?”

Taken aback, Julie paused, blinking. After a moment’s thought, she found the idea very appealing. “You may, but clean up any spills or messes.”

“Thank you, Julie. Steffie, may I please have permission to play with myself as I watch?”

“Yes, dear, have fun. You asked very politely and with due consideration for our hostess. Also, you’ve been very well-behaved lately. However, under no circumstances ejaculate. I’m going to fuck you later.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dave replied with enthusiasm. “Thank you, ma’am.” He quickly stripped from the waist down and stroked himself to full erection.

Julie noticed Dave’s erection appeared to be at least twice as long as Luke’s, almost as long as her vibrator. She stared.

Dave noticed her gaze and took his hand away, allowing her a more clear look. Steff looked on approvingly.

Julie’s slit gushed at the sight. Though Dave’s erection was only a bit longer than the 6 inch average penis, the taut masculine member pointed straight to the belly button barely above the tip. The effect was like a lower case letter “i.” She glanced at Stephanie, and the two women exchanged smiles.

Taking a sharp breath, Julie put aside her penis envy, returning to the business of spanking her husband. A few more handspanks and she took up the slapper. Whap, whap, whap!

“Thank you, Julie, for punishing me as I deserve. The slapper’s imparting a real sting.”

Julie administered a flurry to alternate cheeks.

“Well done, Julie,” said Steff, stepping closer to examine the spreading red spots on Luke’s bottom. “Nice and red.”

“I’m forgetting my manners. You were there, Steff, and heard his prevarication.” She offered her new friend the slapper. “Would you like to take a few swats?”

“I was afraid you’d never ask,” smiled Steff as she accepted the implement. “You...”

“What? Julie!” Luke’s voice rose.”

Crack, smack came the slapper. “Don’t interrupt, you,” snapped Steff.

Luke remained silent. Steff wielded the slapper fast and furiously. “You warmed him up for me very well, Julie.” With a few more slaps, she handed the device back to Julie. “What’s next for him?”

“A bit more with this, the paddle, and finally the crop.”

“Very good.”

“That’s what it took to get me to speak properly at Meatup,” put in Dave.

Julie glanced at him. He slowly stroked himself. Precum already coated his cockhead. Julie licked her lips. With a final glance at the naughty sight of a public masturbator in her living room, she crashed the slapper into her husband’s ass with renewed vigor. Determined to inflict at least as much pain as Steff, she struck hard.

Luke gasped aloud several times and gripped the uprights tightly.

Julie finished with the slapper standing directly behind Luke, wielding it with wide, full swings that maximized the impact and sound. When she turned away to get the paddle, she felt mild surprise. Steff’s skirt lay on the couch. Lace top thigh highs gripped her upper thighs and the fingers of one hand worked inside tan panties decorated with a white embroidered flower. Julie laughed. “Well, I see Dave’s not the only one excited to watch me in action on Luke.”

“A well punished male gets me going,” smiled Steff.

Turning her attention back to Luke, she swatted him hard with the wooden paddle. She hit fairly hard with a slow tempo that gradually sped up.

Luke reacted more sharply, grunting and flinching. “Ohh, this hurts!”

“Good!” everyone said in unison, then all four laughed.

“You need to speak more respectfully, without displacing blame, but especially to a gathering of take-charge women and their men.” Julie spanked him hard and fast.

“Ow! Ow! I’m learning my lesson now!” The blows caused him toss his head from wildly, but he kept his butt in position.

Smiling, Julie handed the paddle to Steff. “Thank you,” she said. “This is going to be fun!”

“For you,” put in Luke.

“Ah, you just don’t have the right attitude,” admonished Dave.

Julie followed Steff’s example and slipped out of her slacks, sliding her fingers inside her black bikinis.

Stephanie lit into Luke’s red cheeks and upper thighs with enthusiasm. Pow! Pow! Pow! again and again.

“Augh! Oooh!” cried Luke, bouncing on his tip toes, barely maintaining position.

Stephanie walloped him several times, very fast, with extra attention to the backs of his thighs.

Luke cried out, beyond words.

With a final flurry, Stef stopped, taking a deep breath. “Oh, that was a very good paddling. May I please help cane him as well?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t deprive you. Let’s take turns. I prescribe 12 cane strokes.”

“How about we alternate for the first 8 and you finish him off? He’s your husband, after all.”

“How gracious. Thank you.”

Steff spared a moment for her husband. She walked over to him, took over his penis and stroked it. “Lotsa precum. You aren’t going to be disobedient, are you?”

“No, ma’am, I want you to fuck me later. Thanks for letting me have fun, love.”

Steff kissed him, then turned back to Julie and the matter at hand. “May I suggest, since we’re both righties, that we line up behind Luke’s left and run it like a basketball layup drill?”

Julie laughingly agreed. “You first! Then I get five in a row to finish.”

“Thank you,” replied Stephanie, taking up the cane.

“Hoo boy, I’m in for it now.”

“Be brave, bro!” encouraged Dave.

Steff’s aiming taps quieted both men. She kept the cane parallel to the floor, right at the height of the jutting part of Luke’s butt. Whoosh! Crack!

“Yeow!” cried Luke, dancing a bit on tip toes. Breathing hard, he nevertheless settled back into position.

Steff held the cane behind her. When Julie grasped it, she moved behind Julie, who stepped forward and lost no time tapping on Luke’s ass/thigh crease. Whoosh! Crack!

“Augh!” Luke’s cry filled the air. His toe dance lasted a few seconds, but he was in position for the first tap on his upper thigh, though light moans came from him without ceasing.

Steff’s aiming taps came sharp and regular, hard enough to elicit twitches and clenches from Luke. Whoosh! Crack!

“Yeow!” cried Luke, bouncing up and down. “I’ll be good, Julie!”

Steff handed off to Julie, whose fingers momentarily tangled in her panties, causing a slight delay.

Steff took in the blooming marks. “Oh, what a lovely pattern. Let's try to keep it up!”

Julie’s eyes sparkled impishly. She bent over Luke’s head, wriggling her fingers under his nose. “Smell what we’re doing behind you,” she said, loud enough that the others heard.

“Oh, Julie, you are so hot!” Luke craned his neck, evidently trying to kiss his wife, but she pulled away. Reluctant to stop stimulating herself, she worked her two left fingers inside as she started her aiming taps. Whoosh! Crack!

As Luke screamed and danced, a new welt blossomed on his bum, almost all of its length overlapping Steff’s initial cut.

So it continued. As the wives took turns, Luke’s cries grew in volume. He muttered, “Please, please,” between cuts, but never quite descended to outright begging. Marks remained criss-crossed in the three distinct areas.

After Stephanie took her last swing, she stepped out of Julie’s way. She grasped Dave’s penis and led him to the other side of the spanking bench. “Come, dear, let’s watch his face react.”

“Good idea, Steff,” said Dave, eagerly trotting behind her.

As Julie began tapping Luke, “Hi Luke. Never fear, you’re more than half done.” His smiling new friends blatantly stimulated themselves as they awaited the next blow.

Whoosh! Crack! Julie struck hard.

Luke screamed, bouncing up and down again, making his hair fly. Panting, he forced himself back in position.

“Oh, I love seeing a chastised man react,” enthused Steff.

“I know it hurts, bro, but it’s such a beautiful sight.”

“Julie, I’m so glad you didn’t neglect our guests’ entertainment. Ever hear of a movie on DVD?”

Everyone laughed.

Julie resumed aiming. She made all strikes hard by now, producing grunts and gasps from her husband. “Are you learning your lesson, Lukas?”

“Yes, Julie, yes.”

Whoosh! Crack!

“What are you learning?”

“Not to shift blame, but to take responsibility.”

“Where, especially?”

“Meatups.”

“Very good.”

Whoosh! Crack!

Luke screamed and took longer than before to stop bouncing.

“Did you see his eyes fly open?”

“Yes, he looks to be in pain, dear. Bro, does it hurt?”

“What do you think?”

Everyone laughed at Luke, who shook his head as he settled down for the last few strokes.

“Lukas, are you planning your formal apology?”

“Right, it’s easy to think like this.”

More laughter. Julie’s blows no longer could be called taps. Luke gasped and flinched incessantly.

“Come, Dave,” said Steff, “let’s watch his last dances.” She again guided him by his erection.

“Yeah, he’s getting pretty frantic,” said the obedient Dave, following her.

They took up positions to Julie’s right rear, close but avoiding the back swing.

Julie’s last two blows came nearly without pause, gratifying her and the audience with Luke’s wildest dance yet and the loudest cries. Gasping, he lay over the bench, mumbling, “Thank you, Julie and Steff, for a memorable, educational chastisement. May I please have a moment to recover and plan my apology?”

“Yes, you may. Do not rub your bum until given permission.” Julie placed the cane on the coffee table and, with one hand busy between her legs, felt the heat of Luke’s red bum. “Look, we kept the pattern,” she said, clearly proud of her work. She turned to her guests. Her eyes widened and she laughed. Dave stood slightly behind a now fully nude Steff, with his two fingers disappearing into her slit, devoid of hair. She noticed that one of Steff’s arms was moving up and down behind him. She watched the rude sight for a moment without ceasing her own self-pleasure. The trio exchanged broad grins. Julie turned her attention back to her husband.

“That’s enough recovery, Luke. Stand up, face us and let’s hear your apology.”

Luke slowly stood, wiping his eyes and nose. He blinked a few times and finally turned to face everyone. He, too, registered surprise at their guests public display of horniness. Like his wife, he took it in stride. Embarrassed by the frank stares from Steff and Dave toward his penis, Luke slowly erected during his apology.

“Julie, my love, and Steff and Dave, I apologize for attempting to shift the blame for my disobedient masturbation. Julie, I suppose it was embarrassing for you, especially since you gave me instructions on that very point. I probably gave people the impression you hadn’t coached me.” As he spoke, his penis rose, fully stiff but embarrassingly small. Luke wanted to hid it with his hand, but realized that would not be allowed. Instead of resembling the letter “i,” Luke’s cock and navel combo looked more like a little boy who’d released a balloon high into the air. “Steff and Dave, I suppose you may have thought like that and I also realize I wasted your time and everyone else’s with my waffling. I thank you both very much for the severe caning and spanking, which sure underscored the lesson. In the future, I will do my very best to accept my responsibilities and to speak in line with that.”

Julie and Steff exchanged glances. “That was a very good apology, Lukas. Let’s hope you live up to it.” She sat in a chair, legs spread wide. “Now I need to cum! You know the drill: on your knees, hands behind your back where I can see them.”

Relieved that no one made fun of his small cock, Luke got into position and placed his first lick on Julie’s soaking pussylips. Dave lay on his back on the floor. Steff straddled him and lowered herself onto his stiff cock, which he held upright for her.

Julie’s eyes widened at the sight of the couple fucking right on the living room floor. “Oh, my God, they’re fucking,” she gasped.

Luke’s head popped up, grabbing an eyeful before Julie pushed him back down. “No one told you to stop. If you hadn’t misbehaved, you could watch, too.”

Watch she did. Steff bounced up and down on Dave, who reached up to fondle her small, pointed breasts. She leaned forward so he took one in his mouth.

The sexy sight excited Julie more than she realized at first. Without warning, Luke’s tongue on her clit brought her to the edge of orgasm. “I’m gonna cum!” she cried, attracting attention from the interlocked pair on the floor.

“Go! Cum!” chanted Steff and Dave.

Julie came! “AhhhhhOooohhhhh!” She pressed Luke’s head into her pussy and kept it there until her last spasm. With a big sigh, she opened her eyes, locking onto Steff, still riding Dave with vigor. “You can watch, Luke but don’t touch yourself...nor our fucking guests.” She laughed at the backwards double entendre. Luke took a second, then grinned and laughed.

Humor fled from their thoughts when they looked up between the four thighs. Dave’s rigid cock pointed straight up, glistening with fluid, the tip enclosed in thick, pink damp pussylips, only to disappear as Steff’s hips slammed down with an audible slap. Up and down she went, the lovers gasping aloud.

Steff remained pressed to Dave, hiding his cock from the watchers. She rocked back and forth on him, making a contented “Ummmmm.” Dave grunted in a staccato pattern.

Julie wildly fingered herself. She noticed Luke’s hands moving toward his little stiffie, but before she said anything, he put his arms behind his back and grasped his elbows.

Steff and Dave’s gasps neared a climax. “Ready to cum!” gasped Dave, hips pumping up to his wife.

“Thumb! Thumb!” called Steff.

Their view partially blocked by Dave’s cock, they barely saw fleeting glimpses of Dave’s thumb as it rotated against Steff’s clit.

That did it! Soprano screams and bass bellows filled the air as they frantically came together. They collapsed together kissing passionately, whispering how good it was. Steff said, “You do love to see other guys get it.”

Julie and Luke both felt aroused by the sexy sight of their friends “doing it,” but each had other reactions which they independently decided to explore privately, later. They each noticed Dave’s cock’s greater length and girth compared to Luke’s and that he lasted several minutes longer in each position than Luke ever had ever lasted in Julie’s pussy. Julie also noticed that the pair cooperated in timing their mutual orgasm, a legendary feat Julie had only read about.

Everyone shared grins. “That was wild!” Julie clapped her hands, joined by Luke.

“I never saw anybody do it before, did you, Jules?”

“No, but maybe I could become a voyeur.” Everyone laughed. “Do you two always have sex in living rooms?”

“No, sometimes the dining room, too. The kitchen’s even more fun,” Dave grinned.

“Are you swingers?”

“No, but several of the wives in the Greetup bring in other couples for spankings to increase the ma n’s embarrassment. This was totally spontaneous, absolute fun, and hotter than hell!” Steff’s eyes glowed.

“When you watch a spanking, it’s only natural to express your arousal.” Dave became mock serious. “It would be positively unhealthy not to indulge.”

Everyone laughed and reached for their clothes. Luke freshened drinks, and, still sharing wide grins, they wound the evening down to a close. They reviewed plans for the hike.

“Luke, let’s exchange phone numbers. We can be buddies, ready to be encouraging if either of us is tempted to be disobedient to our excellent wives.”

“I knew it was going to be like AA. But yes, I think it’s a good idea. You can call me anytime.

“That’s the idea. Back atcha.”

“Well, despite what the one guy said, I’m pretty determined that my last disobedience will really be my last.”

He hadn’t reckoned on the Melanie factor.