Husband Spanked in front of Feminist Lesbians! (part 3)

[Continued from Part 2]

After that epic scolding and his "sentencing" to a spanking across my knee, david scooted shamefacedly (and red faced from his slapping!) upstairs to undress while the ladies and I debriefed a bit.

Before very long he came back down but did not enter the living room. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was bare except for his underpants. He was wearing his tighty whiteys, of course.

How foolish he looked! He sort of faced the wall just outside the living room, head lowered submissively, hunched over with his hands in front of his crotch, waiting for my instruction to enter. I am sure he needed to work up a bit of courage before walking right into the living room where we were all seated!

I ignored him for a while and carried on a conversation with my guests, speaking about him as if he were not right there hearing us.

I think it was Beverly who asked if the grounding punishment was part of his kink as well. I told her it wasn't, but that being treated like a child and dominated by a maternal figure certainly was, and a good "grounding" was a good way to elicit that feel.

They asked if the grounding was for real?

Absolutely! I answered. If we don't go through with the punishments, the dynamic wouldn't be as strong during the next scene (I'm sure david groaned at that - usually I am not serious about these sorts of more extended punishments - would I be this time?).

I imagined it would be deliciously humiliating for him to be talked about in these terms as if he was not even there. Especially so knowing that he would momentarily be called into the living room to stand there in front of these smirking and superior ladies in nothing but his childish underpants.

And on top of this knowing that his next destination would be across his strict wife's knee for a stark demonstration of female authority forcibly visited across his backside, witnessed by all. Is this not a nightmare come true?

I then "noticed" david there. I called him in and placed him straight in the center of the living room and had him stand there as I moved his spanking chair into place. I allowed him to stay hunched over with his hands in front of his underpants, attempting to hide his erection. (Soon enough. I thought to myself, soon enough).

I asked david if he was ashamed of himself for having to go across my knee in just his underpants for a spanking in front of our guests? He groaned that he was.

The ladies could barely conceal wide grins, though they were trying to, to keep it "serious" I guess. I saw Joyce bring her hand to her mouth as the corners of her mouth turned up.

I walked over to the drawer in the living room, opened it, and pulled out the large wooden hairbrush as david watched my every move.

"Ohhh no... please!" he begged as he saw me pull out the hairbrush. It was my heavy wooden paddle-shaped hairbrush that can really blister a boy's bum.

The actual implement itself.

I sat on the chair and put the hairbrush down on the floor to my right. "Across my knee," I said to david. He took mincing steps over, still looking highly embarrassed. He took a quick and furtive look around the room, confirming that indeed his "worst nightmare" was being played out: he was the center of attention and he was about to be spanked like a child across his wife's knee while three other women looked on.

He draped himself over my lap, moving his hands from his crotch to the carpet in front of him as he did so. I could feel his hard erection poking into my thighs. His head was down almost touching the carpet. His toes touched the floor lightly on the other side, pigeon-toed in a bit.

I decided I would start with my hand. Over the years I have developed quite a devastating hand attack. I hold my hand rigid and almost flat (a very slight cup only) with the fingers and thumb together reinforcing one another. I twist my upper body to wrap my left arm around his waist and hips. This turns my spanking shoulder away from him and frees me up to use full arm swings from above my head adding a little whiplash snap through my lower arm and wrist. I can't do too many in a row like this, but thought I would demonstrate the ability of a woman to punish a man using only her hand.

I pulled his undies up a bit at the waist to tighten the material on his buns while exposing a hint of cheek below. I then lifted my arm and smacked down on his cheeks, alternating between them. Each one got a satisfying little yelp from david, even through his undies, and even with just my hand. There was a great cracking noise on each slap as well. I stuck it out for a full slow measure of twenty of these.

"This is useless," I said in frustration, "I can't see what I'm doing.  And besides, for lying to me I think he deserves to be spanked on his bare bottom. The childish embarrassment of having his underpants taken down in front of you ladies will knock him down a peg and teach him a lesson in humility he won't soon forget. Ladies, do you mind if I strip him bare naked for the rest of this?"

"no no please!" said david as his right hand scrabbled backwards to grab the waistband of his undies ostensibly to try to prevent me from taking them down. This was david bratting again.

"Take your hand away!" I ordered him.

"Nooo! Please!" he begged again.

I grabbed his wrist roughly and pulled it off his undies, hammer-locking it behind his back.

"Ladies? Do you mind?" I asked again, my hand poised grabbing the waistband of his undies in my fist, preparing to lower them if given the word.

[Continued in Part 4]