Husband Spanked in front of Feminist Lesbians! (part 4)

[Continued from Part 3]

"Ladies? Do you mind?" I asked again, regarding pulling down his underpants to bare his bottom for the remainder of his spanking.

"Not at all" and "go ahead" they said, and Sue added, "for lying to you? Should have been bare from the start" (Ooooh!). Neither of our new guests seemed in the least perturbed at the thought of my husband's bare buns (and whatever else) on show. I found this nonchalance interesting in light of david's vociferous begging me not to and attempting to stay the lowering with his own hand. He was acting extremely reluctant to have this indignity visited upon him in the presence of these ladies. Did they think it was just an act on his part? Did they think he was genuinely reluctant at this point, but was truly subject to wifely authority? Did they genuinely think it was against his will, and just didn't care? I never asked.

So I yanked his underpants down. My right hand made a fist with my fingers tucked under the waistband right at the center low back, grabbing the material. I pulled them hard down.

His buns became exposed, the material straining down, but as usual, his undies got hung up on his crotch and between my lap and his abdomen. I just yanked harder in a jerking motion, and david said "ow ow" as he lifted himself with alacrity to allow his underpants free passage over his private parts. I took them down and left them there.

There he was, bare bottomed, draped across my lap in full view of my sister and these two strangers. His bottom was already getting a bit rosy from my hand spanks over his underpants alone, so not only was he bare, but he was already showing unmistakable evidence of his wifely spanking as well.

I release his arm and then line up again for the hand spanking. As I do this I look over to the ladies with what I hope is a superior looking smile on my face. I see excitement and anticipation in their eyes. They are actually liking this, these cruel pervs!

I gave him another full, slow, hard, measured dose of 20, this time on his bare fanny. I'd say a good five or more seconds between each very hard hand smack. I grunted like a tennis player getting maximum possible power into each and every stroke. david yelped loudly on each smack. As I said, my hand spanking is no joke!

"There we go," I said as I finished up the hand spanking. "What do you think?" I asked the ladies.

"Oh my gosh! His bum is so red!" exclaimed Beverly, the younger one. It was. It had attained a nice deep red.

"Wait until you see it after the hairbrush," I said, to which david responded with a weak "nooo" from the carpet.

I addressed my guests, "there's something I often do when I want to make sure he stays in position and obeys me during a harder spanking. It's a little rude. Is it ok? I hope it won't offend you?"

"However you normally do it," said Joyce, "pretend we're not even here."

I moved him and me around a bit to position him over only my left knee. I pulled his underpants down his legs to his ankles and removed them completely. I told him to spread his legs.

"No. Not that. Please!" begged david, knowing what was coming, but obeying me nonetheless and spreading his legs wide.

I reached under and grabbed a fistful of penis and testicles and pulled up brutally between his legs, my nails deliberately digging into his ball sac as I did so. david cried out in distress and raised his body to try to lessen the tension on his junk. I held it high and told him to close his legs tightly. He looked like he was dangling from his stretched out junk (in fact he was on his tiptoes and fingertips and pushed up hard). He closed his legs and he wound up with his penis and testicles hanging behind and between his legs, completely on display.

No reason for modesty at this point! Despite his rough spanking so far, his penis was terribly erect. If the ladies were surprised and shocked at this, they certainly did not show it. They acted as if they saw a guy having his erect junk put on display every day of the week!

"I apologize for his erection, ladies," I said. "It won't last long once I start in with my hairbrush, I can assure you."

I picked up the hairbrush and I started rubbing the hard wooden back across his exposed balls.

"Having his testicles out back here makes him feel very vulnerable. One little smack here, eh david, and you mind me, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!" he said. "Please don't! Please!"

"Well, behave yourself and I won't have to," I said. And then turning to my guests, "ladies, I need to warn you, it's going to get intense now."

"We're ready!" said Beverly.

I then started spanking him. I gave him another 25 or so, but this time extremely quickly and they were all very very strong, as hard as I could give it. These spanks got him into a continuous stream of screams and frantic motion across my knee. I could barely hold onto him, but managed to thanks to the leg clamping. This marked up his ass, leaving those telltale "white centers" in the midst of his crimson buns.

I stopped but david barely noticed it, he kept wriggling and screaming, eventually settling down into what sounded like sobs.

"Oh my gosh!" said Joyce, "that's quite the spanking!"

"Well, that's just it," I said. "It's intended to be a punishment, and for a man who 'enjoys' spanking, and who is used to being spanked, you need to take it up a notch. Not for newbies."

"And look," I continued, using the hairbrush to lift his now floppy penis, "you can see that the intensity of it very quickly drove all the arousal out of him."

I had to speak over david's continued mewling into the carpet, and when I lifted his penis and said that last he mixed in an "Oh God," in there.

"Would either of you like to try?" I asked in a pleasant voice, offering the hairbrush to them. My demeanour was deliberately in stark contrast to the absolutely brutal hairbrushing he just received. Likely the hardest of his life.

"I don't know, I would!" volunteered the voluptuous blonde, Beverly. I remembered exactly how she said it because I thought it an odd way of putting it. She seemed utterly oblivious and unmoved by the intense pain I had just put my husband through. The brutality of it did not seem to phase this one in the least. It was almost as if I was spanking an inanimate object. She exhibited absolutely zero compassion for him, which was unexpected. Joyce was the one who looked a bit more dubious.

Beverly came over and I handed her the hairbrush, keeping david pinned where he was. "We'll switch places in a minute," I said, "just start off by getting the hang of the hairbrush as I hold him here."

She bent over and smacked his ass a bit. I told her to go harder than that. She did another. Harder, I said, and she did another that got a yelp. I told her that was good, keep going. She peppered a few all over his cheeks. She seemed to be taking pains to stay well clear of his testicles, which resulted in the strikes going a bit high and to the sides (though still on ass flesh). I pointed out the spank spot areas and encouraged her to give those a bunch of whacks.

"Now give him six really hard ones, all down low there and all to one side," I said. She came through with a hard vast volley that renewed david's screaming and wriggling. "Now six to the other side, one after another." She did the same to the other side, to the same effect.

"Fun!" she said (!), "do you want to try?" she asked trying to hand the hairbrush to her partner Joyce. Joyce waved her off and said, "that's ok."

I told her she should take him across her knee, and she was keen. I made david get up. He did so and his penis and testicles returned to their normal spot as he raised himself painfully up off my lap.

"You're a sweaty mess," I told him. He was. I went into the adjoining kitchen to get a dish towel. As I did so, I left him standing there fully nude, facing his audience. I noticed his hands rubbing at his backside to try to soothe the fire I had lit. This left his genitals fully displayed to our lady guests.

I returned and I toweled him off a bit. "Are those tears, baby?" I asked him, dabbing beneath his eyes. I wasn't sure if they were sweat or tears.

Beverly sat down and I put the dish towel across her lap, thinking it would not do to get her black skirt stained with david's sweat (or worse!). He went across Beverly's lap looking extremely sheepish. I repeated the procedure with his penis and testicles, lifting them high between and behind his legs as he squawked, and making him clamp his thighs together to keep them there. Nails digging into balls is very painful, and he reacted accordingly. I thought it would be fun for him to be so completely exposed like this over a strange young woman's lap. I also knew there was genuine fear in his heart (confirmed afterwards) that she might be wild and accidentally strike his balls. In fact, there is more room there than he thinks (see the photo above), and I was not concerned

"Go on, give him a good spanking," I said. She started in a bit tentatively and I had her increase the strength of the blows, giving her some tips on flicking her wrist and listening for the sharp SMACK sound. The first time she got that sound she also got the sound of david yelping, so that worked out well.

"Oh yeah, that had an effect," she said, referring to david's short yell. Oh, she was aware of his existence! She went after that again and pretty soon got a continuous stream of vocalizations from him.

"Try down here," I said, pulling the skin of his cheek outwards and downwards and indicating the inner lower cleft. Of course, his anus became fully spread open and exposed, and I was directing her to spank quite near it. "I'll keep it tight like this and you give him five good smacks there, one after the other." She did that, and got some great vocalizations out of david, not even commenting on his spread anus. I pulled wider and directed her to spank into his inner cleft, nearest his anus. She smacked where indicated and got a good reaction from my husband.

"oh, that's sensitive I guess," she said, referring to the brown puckered skin nearest his anal opening. There she is, paying attention again!

"It very much is, especially when you stretch out the skin like this. Here, try the other side." I did the same on the other side. tugging the skin out from center and downwards to tighten it. Beverly angled the brush the other way and did another good volley of smacks there with the desired result, including some close into his cleft onto his anal ring.

"Finish him up now, nice and hard, anywhere you want," I said.

She started in smacking him. Decently hard but not brutally so, and all over his ass, including quite high and quite far around to the sides, which david does not usually get from me, but I still thought it was safe as she seemed well controlled. She used her free hand to pull his cheeks apart and tighten them as I had done. She deliberately targeted the sides of his cleft as close to his anus as she could get. It is quite the bulls-eye and I had shown her the way. But what must david have been thinking, a strange woman he had only just met spreading his cheeks for an inner-cleft hairbrush spanking! She also very spontaneously smacked up and down his thighs, which I had not taught her but encouraged. The proximity to his testicles was amusingly close, but she never endangered them.

I pulled on david's penis a bit to expose it more. It was again really quite erect despite his rather hard spanking from Beverly, but I guess novelty and the spreading of his cheeks with the targeting of his anal ring by his pretty young blonde disciplinarian-in-training won out over fanny pain in this case. "I think my boy's having unauthorized naughty thoughts again," I said. "One right here to end up, to teach him a lesson," I said, pointing to the underside of the tip of his penis. She giggled and lay the wood across it as I pulled his testicles away from the tip and shaft to give her a clearer field. "One good one," I said, "you won't injure it."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," I said.

She tapped the back of the brush a few times on the undertip of his penis, lifted it up about a foot, and brought it down with a snap.

Oh boy! david REACTED!

"ARGGGGGGGG!" he yelled.

"There! That's a well-smacked cock and bottom isn't it?" I said, indicating for her to stop and patting and rubbing david's poor sore red bottom across Beverly's knee.

I had david stand. He was sweaty again, and there were actual tears in his eyes. Awwww! So sweet! The pain plus the emotional context just overwhelmed him and we got real, honest to goodness tears this time, for sure.

"Look at the tears," I told Sue, Joyce, and Beverly. I made david turn to face them so they could see the tears rolling down from his eyes and his snuffly nose.

"Ohhh, real tears," said Joyce in a kind of voice of wonder.

"Don't you have that mug?" asked Sue.

"Yes, I should have brought it," said Joyce, "my 'Male Tears' mug. I could have filled it up with real male tears!"

We all laughed at that one (but not poor david).

I had intended to finish off by spanking him myself, but thought I would give him an "out".

"So david, do you think you've been sufficiently well punished now?" I asked, genuinely.

He was kneeling down at our feet, rubbing his poor sore bottom, his floppy penis fully on display, his eyes still wet with tears.

"For the... parking tickets... yes. But... not for lying to you like that, Ma'am..."

Oh! That is so sweet. I could only smile at him. He was showing some true and genuine submission now, and that was clear to everybody.

"Ok then, baby, get back across my knee," I said. I exchanged places with Beverly and sat back down, taking the hairbrush from her. david submissively draped himself across my knee. I had genuinely and legitimately given him the "out", and he knew that, but chose to further demonstrate his submission to me in front of these ladies. I thought it was sweet, and for that I owed him a barn burner for his final spanking. I did not want to minimize his submission by going easy on him. The depth of what he just did needed to be put on full display.

I gave him another 25 or so of the hardest and fastest hairbrush spanks I have ever given him, outdoing even my previous attack. Throughout he kicked his legs in midair and he yelled out at the pain.

Near the end he had almost gotten away off my lap, falling sideways with his frantic movement and it was all I could do to barely hold onto him. I don't blame him for that. I can well imagine that it's quite involuntary when there is that level of pain packed into such a small time window - no chance to breathe or recover at all.

He got off my knee and rolled onto the ground, clutching at his butt in pain in a sort of fetal position.

"Ok, sweetie, kneel here," I told him. He worked himself up and he knelt in front of me, still clutching his ass cheeks and rubbing the sting out. "I'm glad you accepted your punishment, but there were just too many instances of disobedience, weren't there?"

"yes ma'am," he resignedly accepted it.

"And you know what that means, don't you?" I asked rhetorically, "A little obedience training?"

"Oh no please," he said, "can't we do it after they leave? please?"

"They? Who are 'they'? Do you mean Miss Sue, Miss Joyce, and Miss Beverly? No. They're welcome to watch, it's why they're here," I said simply.

"Oh please no, please!" he begged.

"You do realize the irony of you being disobedient while begging to get off your obedience training?" I asked (being very clever, I thought!)

"yes ma'am," he said resignedly.

"Go up to your room, clean yourself up, and get that stinky sweat off you. Then put on your obedience costume, and come back down here and wait for me to deal with you."

"yes ma'am," he said dejectedly and went up to do as he was told.

[Continued in Part 5]