Four wives plot group spanking night
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We were four couples, all but one of us in our mid- or late- 20s. Linda & I, KeeKee & James (a 35 year old), Ellen & Danny, and Arundati & Karam. James, Karam, and Ellen were, like me, professors at the university. Danny was a construction site manager. Linda, KeeKee, and Arundati worked at the university's library. I remembered KeeKee and Arundati vaguely from the library's last staff Christmas party to which Linda took me. The rest I'd never really met.
Tonight's group outing had been organized by the three librarians, mainly KeeKee. It was a getting-to-know you evening for four couples that were still relatively new to town and looking to make friends. She'd met Ellen only a couple of weeks before at some kind of women-in-academia conference on campus. None of the husbands knew each other. We had dinner at a culturely-confused restaurant called "Viva Curry," then seen a movie, and we were now gathered in the living room of KeeKee and James's home, having drinks.
I wasn't much of a drinker myself, so I sipped a single vodka while the others became tipsy. Linda hadn't been much of a drinker since her college days when she needed alcohol as an inhibition-reducer, so I was surprised tonight when she accepted a whiskey straight only minutes after finishing a glass of wine. Linda is only 4 feet, 11 inches, and weighs just 95 pounds, so she can't hold much.
We sat around a large square coffee table. The three other men were all to my right, slumped in easy chairs, a bit pink-faced with booze. Linda sat to my left on a love seat. Ellen was perched on the front edge of an easy chair facing the men across the table. Arundati sat on a couch directly across from me and KeeKee sat beside her when she wasn't up fetching bottles or pouring drinks.
Ellen, a tall English-born brunette, was the beauty of the group without a doubt. Now, don't get me wrong. I'd take Linda in a second, over Ellen, or anyone else for that matter. I flipped for Linda the moment I saw her 9 years before, with her long golden curls, her tiny upturned nose and her eyes, one blue and the other green. And as I like to tell her, her small size makes her sexier. It's as though her sexiness is more powerful because it is compressed into a small package.
But I'm bound to admit that by conventional measures, Ellen was the most beautiful woman on the campus, in the town, and probably in the state. She is 5' 8", slim, athletic, brown-eyed, with a small pointed chin and a spray of light freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. Her complexion was flawless and she never wore makeup.
Ellen had managed the rare trick of being both beautiful and cute at the same time. The beauty I've already told you about. The cuteness came from the hair. It was brown and cut very short in the style of Peter Pan. Best of all was the cowlick near the top back of her head. Most short-haired women with cowlicks cut them off at the base. Ellen was clever enough to keep her's. Whenever she walked or lectured in class or moved her head at all, that cowlick waved and bounced like an errant feather. It was heart-meltingly adorable. If you need to picture Ellen, I'd liken her to the actress Kate Beckensale in the movie "Uncovered."
Although some men would not agree with me, I found KeeKee and Arundati just as sexy as Ellen. (All three of them are also-rans compared to my Linda). KeeKee had come to this country from Japan to attend college and learn English. She was only 2 inches taller than Linda, had black shoulder length hair, a smooth complexion, perfect figure, a mischievous grin and a bubbly personality. James, 7 years older than she, had been one of her professors. Like many Japanese, she mixed up 'r's and 'l's and had been calling me "Lick" all evening. I found it adorable.
Arundati and her husband had come from India just 2 years before. Like most women from that very conservative culture, she always dressed in baggy, figure-hiding clothes. Her skin was a wonderful smooth brown. She had long jet black, curly hair, a heart-shaped face, and huge deep brown eyes; so darkly brown that, unless you were very close to her, the iris and pupil merged into a single large dark spot, giving her eyes a depth such as I'd never seen on anyone else.
The conversation had turned giggly and a little naughty. Someone had mentioned couples who met for regular bridge games, then someone else made a joke about couples meeting for strip poker. There was much tittering from the women and stripping became the topic of conversation for a while as the women blushed and giggled. My Linda just smiled wanly and looked pale. I wondered what was making her so nervous.
A little later KeeKee and Ellen told us how they met at the women-in-academia conference when they found themselves sitting at the same table for the conference lunch with a woman who inadvertently revealed that her husband spanked her regularly when she overspent. There was nervous, giggly talk of spanking in marriage and speculation on the details of such acts. Linda and I were quiet during this talk: we did not need to speculate, we knew the details about spanking in marriage.
The conversation wandered, as conversations do, to houses, mortgages, gossip about colleagues, and the town's best restaurants; but every few minutes it would somehow wander back to either couples strip poker or spanking. James suggested that it would be impossible for a loving husband to really spank his wife with more than symbolic spanks. (Linda and I kept poker faces.) KeeKee, his wife, suggested that two men in need of disciplining their wives could spank each other's wives; thereby ensuring that each errant girl got a good licking when needed. And, thus, the two topics of couples-strip-poker and spanking became merged into one and we found ourselves talking about hypothetical couples who would meet to switch partners for spanking. Everyone would begin every sentence with something like "This is all purely hypothetical, of course ... "
There was much talk about the practicalities of such a system. (All purely hypothetical we assured ourselves.) Where and when and how frequently would it occur? What sins were truly "spankworthy"? Would spankers use bare hands or some kind of implement. Would the spankings be on the bare skin or over underwear? ("Bare!" the three inebriated men all chorused when Arundati asked the last question.)
But, the main roadblock we agreed was the danger of infidelity or rape. People would simply not allow their spouse to be alone with another either to spank or to be spanked. The situation was just too erotically tempting.
I tuned out the conversation in boredom because I've had years of very unhypothetical experience spanking Linda. It was then that I noticed that, other than Linda's whiskey, the women had been drinking only wine and none of them had finished even a single glass in the two hours we'd been talking. They weren't drunk at all. They were faking it.
As the conversation droned around me, I replayed as much as I could remember of the night's conversation. It was no accident, I concluded, that it had kept coming back to strip poker and couples and spanking. KeeKee had always been the one who had brought it back to those subjects. KeeKee was also the one who effectively merged the topics with her suggestion of wives being spanked by other women's husbands. Ellen, and sometimes Arundati, and been extending the talk about these things too. It had always been one of the men who had pointed out the practical difficulties in implementing such a scheme, but all the suggested solutions had come from the women.
A slow smile grew on face as I realized that those three women had an agenda. Each of these women wanted a spanking, and not from their husbands. And they wanted it tonight. Then I looked at Linda and thought about how nervous she'd been all night and that she'd had a long gulp of Ye Old Uninhibitor for the first time in years.
She was in on it.
I sat back and listened in amusement for a few more minutes of "this is strictly hypothetical, of course" talk, then I spoke up about the one roadblock the women had not solved: the danger of infidelity or rape.
"The main problem can be solved by a combination of time limits and allowing only semi-privacy for the spankings." I said. All eyes turned toward me.
"The couples meet in a house with several rooms that are very close to each other," continued. "Each husband and the woman he's supposed to spank go to a different room. But the doors are left open, so everyone can hear what's going on in every room. Then somebody sets a timer for say 3 or 4 minutes. Long enough to administer a spanking, but not really long enough for cheating on one's spouse, especially with the doors open."
