Excellent! My website is making excellent sales. By focusing solely on books about women’s self improvement I’m able to attract a lot of traffic that would otherwise just go straight to Amazon. My basement is filled with books on diet, fitness and popular psychology all waiting to be wrapped up and posted off when the order comes. I have a plenty of orders to fill but, ah hell - I’ll take a little break. I pick up my smart phone and look for some porn. it’s a good thing I didn’t specialize the website in ‘gentleman’s specialist literature’ or I’d never get anything done. I find a choice clip of a nurse and reach down and squeeze my crotch, feeling my cock start to grow. I open my pants and tease the underside of my penis until I reach a full throbbing erection. I enjoy wrapping my hand around my swollen dick and notice the woman in the porn movie looks a bit like the foxy nurse from next door. Suddenly the phone rings. Dammit its Simon, my main supplier, I can’t ignore his calls unless I want my business to grind to a halt by the end of the month.

       So I get up off my chair, zip up my pants and take the call. As Simon talks away in my ear I start to stroll around the room, trying to take my mind off of the bulge in the front of my pants and to not show any anger towards Simon for causing my current bout of sexual frustration. As I wander towards the window I look across to my neighbours house. I can see their side door is open, which is strange because I’m sure I saw all three of them leave this morning. Eventually Simon finishes his call, he’ll be dropping another big load of books over tomorrow. Probably too many to fit in the basement, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out. Right now I’m thinking about that open door. “It could’ve been a break in” I imagine saying to one of my gorgeous neighbours, if one of them turns out to be home. It’d be an excuse to talk to them anyway so I head over.

       I feel a bit subversive, walking up to the open door. There’s no car outside and all three drive to and from work so now I’m guessing they’re not in. I pop my head in the door and say “Hello?”. I step inside to their kitchen, its in pristine condition. There’s a list of chores on the kitchen door which must be hiding the hallway behind it. The three names on the chore list are Sandy, Jessica and Kerry. I know Jessica’s the fitness freak and Sandy’s the librarian so the nurse must be Kerry. They must be much more disciplined then me with the tidiness of the place. I wonder which one writes up the list of chores and insists on everything being so neat. I call out again, louder this time but no response comes. I’m pretty sure its not a break in anyway, there’s some money in a glass on the counter, probably for housekeeping supplies. I’m guessing that’s probably the brainchild of the chore list writer. I about to leave when the washing machine catches my eye. Hanging out of it are a pair of women’s panties. They mustn’t have noticed as with the tidiness of the place it looks like leaving underwear lying around wouldn’t be tolerated. They feel soft to the touch when I pick them up. They won’t notice one missing pair of panties surely. I suddenly get spooked thinking they could be home any minute and catch me with the panties so I decide its time to leave. I quickly tuck the underwear into my pants and get back home straight away.

       My doorbell rings at 7pm. I leave my living room where I do most of my work and open the door to 3 beautiful women. “We need to have a talk with you” Sandy says in a very direct tone. She‘s the most smartly dressed of the three in a classy white blouse and black high waisted skirt and boots, Jessica is in her tracksuit as she always seems to be and Kerry is in jeans and t-shirt (actually pretty tight jeans and t-shirt if I‘m honest) “Alright, do you want to come into the kitchen?” They follow me in without saying anything. They are clearly displeased with something but I’m sure there’s no way they could know I was in their house, so I’ve no idea what about. I offer them coffee. “What on earth were you doing in our house?” Sandy demands to know. I was caught off guard by them knowing I was there and by her tone but explained, reasonably I thought, that I had seen the door open and was just checking in case of a burglar. Jessica and Kerry don’t seem that upset, it’s just Sandy being annoyed. I’m pretty sure I know which of them writes the chore list now. I ask how she knows I was there and Kerry produces my smart phone with a smile. Jessica is acting playful too “Well since you had a snoop round our place maybe we should have a snoop round yours“. She and Kerry march off to explore my home but Sandy doesn’t seem in the mood for their games. She gives me a stern look and points her finger at me saying “You Don’t have permission to go onto Our Property” It makes my blood boil to be condescended to like that so I respond in a way that makes it clear that I’ve heard her point but don’t appreciate the lecture. That makes her back off a bit and I can see her trying to calm her temper and get back to a more reasonable attitude.

       Jessica emerges from my living room and calls Sandy to go in there. Her tone has lost all playfulness. I follow behind Sandy, hoping they aren’t looking at the search history on my computer. I enter what looks like a crime scene. But Charlie’s Angels aren’t standing over a body surrounded by a chalk outline. The panties are balled up and resting on my computer desk. My heart sinks, my breathing stops and I can’t believe this is happening. Jessica and Kerry don’t know how to react but Sandy - she’s in her element now.

       “OH THAT’S DISGUSTING!” she emphasises the word disgusting as much as she can and glares at me. I have nothing to say. I just want to sink into the floor and wake up from this nightmare. I can tell Jessica and Kerry are following Sandys lead and getting mad but its Sandy tearing into me. She’s calling me pervert and a dirty wanker, she’s yelling at me that I have no right to take their underwear and she’s telling me that I’m not going to get away with this. I’m mortified and profusely apologising but it falls on deaf ears. Sandy is taller than me by half a foot and made even more imposing in her high heeled boots. I can’t bear to look in her glaring eyes but I can’t bear to look away. Jessica butts in for a second , I’m grateful for even a second of reprieve, “Don’t worry he won’t get away with it Sandy. I’m going to be back in one moment” and with that Jessica jogs out the front door.

       Kerry talks more like she‘s disappointed than angry “Why did you take them Chris?” The first time using my name makes me feel ashamed. “Cause he’s a bloody Pervert, that’s why!” declared Sandy. “I’m sorry I-I’ve never done anything like this before, I can’t believe I did it, I’m so sorry…” I plead. Jessica re-enters the room and slides her sports bag off her shoulder. “This ladies…is how we make sure he doesn’t get away with it!” she says unzipping the bag and from it she produces a leather spanking paddle. Kerry laughs and Sandy looks unsure. “ The Pervert will probably just enjoy that”. “Not if we spank him hard enough” Jessica replies with a smirk. I can’t believe this is happening. Kerry is much more amused than angry right now, she’s rummaging through the sports bag and clearly finding mysterious wonders in there.  “where on earth did you get this stuff?”. “I never told you what my night course was about did I?” Jessica looks like she can’t wait to get started and marches over to me. I’m not sitting on my couch with my head in my hands, too ashamed to look higher than her white trainers. “Stand up and look at me when I speak to you Boy”. Her voice is stern and I can’t not obey. She has her hands on her hips, the paddle in one. Her strawberry blond curly hair is tied back, probably for jogging but right now she looks ready for a fight.

       She locks my gaze and I can’t look away. “You know you deserve to be punished don’t you?”. I can’t imagine being ‘punished’ by these women but I don’t have the will to give any answer other than yes. “That’s Yes Miss Jessica!” Her voice is like a head mistress of a 50s boarding school. “Yes Miss Jessica”.

“And this is Miss Sandy and Miss Kerry. Do you understand boy?”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

Kerry is giggling at the scene in front of her, she’s obviously never seen Jessica act this was before. Sandy is not amused and has a stern look on her face.

“Now who do you think should feel humiliated by your actions? Should we feel humiliated because perverts like you steal our underwear to defile them? Or should you be the one who feels humiliated?”

“I should be the one to feel humiliated Miss Jessica”

“Exactly Right. So I think you should pull your pants down to your ankles in front of us”

My face is burning with embarrassment now, I’m short of breath and starting to sweat. I can feel my knees turn to jelly and a lump in my throat the size of an orange. I hesitate and glace toward Kerry at this last command. Kerry is grinning ear to ear.

Jessica slaps my face so hard I almost fall over.

“DON‘T LOOK AT HER LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU”

“Sorry Miss Jessica”

“Now look me in the eye and drop those pants like I told you”

With my hands shaking I slowly open my pants and push them down to my ankles, all the while daring not to look away from Jessica’s eyes. I know must look ridiculous my the way Kerry can’t quite contain her laughter.

“I said you deserve to be humiliated didn’t I?”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

She slowly folds her arms in deliberate fashion and raises an eyebrow. “Well then ..”

I know she’s enjoying this. The smirk on her face makes that obvious enough. I put my thumbs inside the waistband of my boxer shorts and pull them down to my ankles. Kerry cracks up at the sight of my exposed privates while Sandy never takes her eyes off of mine, apparently she’s far more interested in seeing me cringe. Jessica talks loudly and in a theatrical exaggerated way, squeezing every ounce of embarrassment out of the situation.

“Well not too impressive down there are we?”

I have a feeling I’m going to remember her saying that for the rest of my life.

“No Miss Jessica” I want to stare at the floor but can’t. I’m dying to cover myself up but I know she won’t allow it.

Jessica finally turned away and went over to the computer desk and grabbed the chair. She placed it in the middle of the room between Sandy and Kerry.

“Now time for your spanking” she said cheerfully as she sat down, smoothing out any wrinkles in her tracksuit. With her hands on her hips and a big smile on her face she said “Come here boy. I’m right handed so I’ll trust you can work out which side to put your arse”

I’ve been staring at the floor since she turned away and have no desire to raise my head now. I begin shuffling over to Jessica with my pants hobbling my ankles. Kerry goes from giggling to laughing out loud as she watches my penguin shuffle, I can feel Sandy’s stare burning into my red sweaty face. I lay my tummy over Jessica’s lap. “Shift over more boy, Get that ass higher”

“Yes Miss Jessica” I pull myself over her lap more, now my penis is on her right thigh.

“Oh come here” she says with a little impatience while her right hand reached between my legs and closes around by testicles. The surprise of having her grab me there makes me gasp and feel violated but my instinct to close my legs on her hand is suppressed. She roughly pulls my  balls up guiding me much further over her lap with my ass now high in the air.

“Now boy: do not move from this position. The more I have to tell you to keep that ass up the harder I’ll go on you”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

“We might make a good boy out of you yet, mightn’t we Chris?”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

SLAP!

My right ass cheek stings and it makes me wince. She spanks my left cheek just as hard and I can tell she’s just using her hand so far. She concentrates a flurry of heavy slaps on one cheek and then the other. By the end of each flurry I think I’m about to break position.

“Miss Kerry’s getting a good view of your undercarriage now isn‘t she”

I hear Kerry snigger and I’ve never felt so naked and vulnerable in my life. Jessica lays on the spanks fast and furious, pausing occasionally to dig in her nails to my now warm buns.

Its starting to get too much for me and I’m starting to beg “Please Miss Jessica! I’m sorry!”, but it isn’t just the spanking that’s getting to me, or even the humiliation of having Kerry viewing me in such a mortifying way. Its because despite the pain and humiliation my body is starting to react to the attention of 3 beautiful women. Jessica abruptly stops the spanking and announces “There that was your warm up, you should be ready for your real spanking now!”

Oh God that was just a warm up?

Then suddenly she gives the order I was hoping she wouldn‘t for a while.

“Stand up Boy!”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

With no choice I gingerly stand up hanging my head in shame and revealing my erection to the women. I think for the first time Sandy looks at my junk and with some real annoyance exclaims “OH You Bloody Pervert”. Kerry is in hysterics while Jessica tells me off. “And what is this?!” she punctuates the question with a hard flick to the head of my penis. “Ow I’m sorry Miss Jessica”

“Yes you’re sorry for a lot of things aren’t you” She flicks my dick again and again with every sentence she speaks. I have no choice but to stand there like an idiot and take it.

“Did I give you permission to get a boner?”(flick)

“No Miss Jessica”

“here I am disciplining you for being a PERVERT” (flick) “and you go and get hard without permission!” (flick)

“I’m sorry Miss Jessica”

“You are Never” (flick) “ever to get an erection around a woman without her permission” (flick) “Do you understand?” (flick)

“Ahh! Yes Miss Jessica”

“Now get back over my lap”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

Just as I begin to position myself over her lap again Kerry reaches over and gives my dick head another hard flick and sheiks with laughter while I grunt with pain.

Jessica chimes in “What are you waiting for: thank her!”

“Thank you Miss Kerry”

I know Jessica and Kerry are having a blast humiliating me, like they feel I’m getting my just deserts, but Sandy isn’t satisfied and won’t be until she sees I’ve really suffered. She tolerates these humiliations because her friends are having fun but she is a lot angrier than they are.

“Now you’re gonna get it boy” Jessica says now I’m in position. “OH” I cry out the first smack with the leather paddle blasts my vulnerable ass. It’s incredibly painful and I’m sure I can’t take much more of this. Unfortunately she doesn‘t stop the spanking when she speaks “And just who’s panties did you think they were boy when you were WANKING yourself into them like the PERVERT you are?”

“AHH! I-I d-don’t know AHH! Miss Jessica. I‘m AHH! I‘m sorry Miss Jessica”

“Was it KERRY you though of  when you WANKED yourself?”

“AHH! I don’t AHH! Know Miss Jes- AHH! -ica”

My ass feels like its on fire, it’s difficult to concentrate enough to answer her.

“DID you think of Kerry when you Wanked yourself OFF??”

She’s blasting me with a flurry of hard spanks that make me buck and cry out.

“AAAH! YES I DID MISS JESSICAAAAA!”

Between the loud sounds of the paddle on my ass I hear Kerry laughing behind me.

“Did you think of SANDY while you WANKED yourself?

Again an extra hard flurry of spanks prevents me from even thinking of lying.

“YES YESS AHH! YES I’M SORRY MISS AHH! JESSICA!”

“OH you bloody Pervert! I knew you were you dirty bastard” said Sandy with distain and I knew she wasn’t just saying it for effect.

My eyes are welling up both from the pain and humiliation of the situation.

“GET THAT ASS UP!” Jessica yelled. I didn’t know I’d been slipping off her lap. I get back into position and just have time to realise I’m starting to sniffle when she resumes her assault.

“AND I bet you though of me too didn’t you wankerboy?”

“AHH! YES MISS JESSICA!”

“And if you didn’t” (SMACK) “know” (SMACK) “who’s panties” (SMACK) “they were” (SMACK) “then really you were trying” (SMACK) “to steal” (SMACK) “all of our panties” (SMACK) “weren’t you?”(SMACK)

“AHH! YES I’M SORRY MISS JESSICA I’M SO SOOOORRY!” I’m breaking down and starting to sob.

For the first time I think I can hear a pang of satisfaction in Sandy’s voice “Too RIGHT you should be sorry”

Somehow Jessica manages to spank me even harder than she has so far making my head kick back

“APOLOGISE TO HER” Jessica orders.

With tears streaming down my face I blurt out “I’M SORRY MISS SANDY I’M SORRY I’m sorry *sob* I’m sorry”

Jessica continued to blister my ass and several times had to tell me to get back into position. I’m not longer capable of stopping my legs kick around so Jessica asks Kerry to hold them down, which she gleeful does by holding down my ankles. I’m cringing at the view she must have but Jessica is giving me something else to cry about. She has thoroughly painted every square inch of my cheeks in searing pain, and alternates between spreading her spanks all over and focusing on just one spot till I feel I’m going to explode off her lap and run screaming into the streets. Finally Jessica orders me to get off her lap and I tumble onto the floor drawing a giggle from Kerry. She wait’s a few moments till my crying subsides, Jessicas voice is loud and firm but not angry “Now get on your knees in front of me and apologise and thank me for disciplining you”.

I kneel up as best I can and have to force myself to look up to meet her eyes. “Looks like you’ve spanked his erection away!” says Kerry in an amused tone while she stares at my crotch.  I can see Jessica stifle a chuckle while she holds my gaze.

“I’m so sorry Miss Jessica for taking the underwear, I’m so sorry for being a pervert I promise I’ll never do anything like that again”

“And…?”  Jessica seemed to be savouring a victory over me. I wasn’t about to argue.

“Thank you so much for spanking me Miss Jessica, I know I deserved it. Thank you Miss Jessica”

“Good”  She looks a tiny bit warm like it was something of a workout for her. “Now go stand in the corner and no touching that ass!”

I slowly get up to my feet and do my penguin shuffle to the corner drawing laughter from Kerry and Jessica.

God my ass is still burning after I don’t know how long. The three ladies lounge on a couch across the room with Kerry and Jessica commenting on the state off my ass and how I‘ll remember this every time I sit down for a week while Sandy calls me a menace to women. While I was standing there with my nose to the wall and my pants around my ankles wishing this would all just end, Jessica jogged home and came back with a bottle of red wine at which point I realised that they were making a girls night of it. Soon Kerry is just over my left shoulder with a glass of wine in one hand and from the sound of her voice I can tell she’s grinning ear to ear. “How’s your ass feel now then?” she asks, giving me a hard slap on the left butt cheek.

“Very sore Miss Kerry” I say meekly.

“Maybe you’ll think twice about nicking peoples pants in future, won’t you?”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

“You should see your butt right now, its starting to look like a baboons!” She let out a giggle after that line as she dug her nails into my right cheek and followed it with another good spank before I heard her go back to the couch, sounding pleased as punch. I wondered it she might have gotten a little bit tipsy.

“Chris!” Jessica called out. Still with my nose to the wall I reply “Yes Miss Jessica”

“Come here”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

Now I have to turn round again exposing my front and do my penguin shuffle for especially Kerry’s amusement. Standing in front of Jessica, too embarrassed to look her in the eye, I hear her say

“Now you need to kneel in front of Miss Sandy and give her a sincere apology and beg her to spank you”. My heart is sinking and I’m starting to panic “Oh GOD Please no! I’ve learned my lesson! I’ve already been punished so much!”

“WE decide when you’ve been punished enough boy!” I can see Jessica is serious. She’s not putting me through this for fun, She believes I deserve it and she won’t feel the least bit guilty that she enjoys dishing it out.”

Sandy gets off the couch and takes her place on the chair, smoothing out her skirt. I kneel in front of Sandy, my back to Kerry and Jessica on the couch, and though its one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do I look up to meet Sandy’s glare. And glare she does,

she sits up straight on the chair like it’s a throne with her hands on her hips with a look of anger and contempt. I‘m cringing so much I think I‘m going to faint but hear myself saying “I’m s-sorry Miss Sandy for taking the underwear. Please punish me.” I can see it in her eyes she doesn’t give a damn about my apology, she’s going along with the motions for her friends’ benefit and now I’m finished saying my line she snaps “Get over here” and drags me over her lap.

“YOU DESERVE THIS YOU PERVERT” she yells as she smashes the leather paddle against my vulnerable behind. The pain makes me gasp. She’s pummelling my ass with the paddle, not a coordinated assault like Jessica’s spanking but a chaotic uneven pattern more on the left cheek than the right as she berates me.

“I’M sick to death of having to deal with you bloody perverted men! Every day in the library I get wankers like you taking out porn, trying to look down my top when they give me the filth they want to go home and wack off to! I can’t stand up without them gawking at my ass! I wish I could thrash every one of you!” The blows are coming so fast that almost every word she says is accompanied with a shock of female administered pain shooting from my ass to my brain like lightning. I’m already kicking my legs and in too much distress to even know what sounds I’m making.

“You’re disgusting! Do you look at young girls out the window and whack off to them too??”

“NO MISS SANDY! PLEASE STOP PLEASE NO!”

“How many times have you stolen women’s underwear and gotten away with it? How many?”

“NEVER MISS! I’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE! EVER”

“LIAR! I’ll bet you have you PERVERT!”

“I SWEAR! PLEASE MISS SANDY! PLEASE!”

She yanks me back into position over her knee. “Hold STILL you runt” she says while wrapping her left leg over my legs, keeping them from kicking.

For the first time I think I actually hear some compassion from one of the ladies as Jessica speaks up, though still in an amused tone, “You know Sandy I actually think he might be telling the truth about not having done this before”  “Yeah” Kerry agrees. I can hear Sandy breathing a bit heavily, having just given herself a bit of a workout, while she considers that for a second.

“Well he still needs to be punished for stealing a woman’s underwear”  declares Sandy, possibly slightly less angry - but only slightly and she resumes my blistering as I begin howling helplessly.

“Yes he does” Jessica concurs.

“Amen!” cheers Kerry.

“What makes you think you have the right to treat women like that? Taking our things!”

“I’M SORRY MISS SANDY! I’M SO SORRY!”

“You think we’re on this earth for you to jerk off to? That we should have to put up with your pervy antics? That you shouldn’t respect our privacy? Our space? “

I can’t even howl in pain anymore, I can only sob my apologies no matter how much pain I’m in

“I’m so sorry Miss Sandy … I’m so so sorry…”

Jessica trumps up and Sandy pauses again for at least a moment “Oh God look at what this guy has on his phone!” She must have been playing around with it on the couch. My scrunched up face has been 2 inches from the floor at Sandy’s boots since I got over her knee and I had no idea what she or Kerry have been doing.

Kerry‘s curiosity has been peeked. “What, let me see!” Then I her Kerry laughing “Oh my God you dirty bastard! Look at the amount of it! He must have gigabytes of porn on this!”

“Of COURSE he does the Pervert!” Sandy begins paddling me again with renewed vigour. “You probably think of all women as your personal wank bank don’t you?

“OWWWW AHHH OHH OWWW” is they only response I can give.

Over my own cries and the sharp sound of leather on skin I can make out Jessicas voice again “Oh God Kerry; theres one about a nurse in a sperm donor clinic!” she starts to laugh.

“WHAT? Give it here … whats bu-ka-ke ... Oh You FILTHY Pervert!” I think she‘s jumped up and is standing over me now “Did you think of ME when you looked at that one you WANKER?”

“ANSWER HER!” orders Sandy.

All I can do is cry over the pain in my ass.

“I SAID ANSWER HER!” Sandy orders again, this time with an extra loud slap on my somehow still sensitive ass. At least she waits for me to answer.

“AHHH! I didn’t know you worked in a donor clinic! Just that you were a nurse.”

“DID YOU THINK OF ME WHEN YOU LOOKED AT IT?”

“….. *sniffle* … yes Miss Kerry …AHHHH!” Sandy has resumed her spanking.

“Well I think we can delete that one” declared Kerry with a kind of amused anger. “

“Delete .. All of it” said Sandy between spanks.

“This might take a while” Jessica chuckles “he’s got like a hundred clips on here”

Kerry sounds playful now “Think theres a fitness trainer and a librarian on there?”

“Ohhh he better hope there isn’t!” Jessica laughs.

Sandy is not amused like her friends, her voice is full of determination “Do you have any other porn in this house pervert?” WHACK

“Yes Ma’am *sob*” “Where is it?” WHACK “On my computer Miss Sandy” That’ll have to go too won’t it?” WHACK WHACK SPLAT “YEEES MAAAA’AAAAMM ..  AAAAH!”

“God, how much do you jerk off?” Kerry asked. Under any other circumstances I’d be mortified by the question and would almost certainly lie, even if she was asking it as a nurse, but the only part of my brain able to process what she’s saying over the world of ass pain I’m in can only answer truthfully. “Every day Ma’am .. Miss Kerry”

“HA!” Jessica snorts a laugh, possibly a tipsy one.

“I Don’t want to know about your dirty habits!” Sandy blurted out “YOU’RE being punished BECAUSE I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM!”

“AAAH! Yes MA’AM! I’M SOORRRY MISS SSAAAANDY! OH GOD I’M SORRY!”

Sandy is finally pushing me off her lap. I’m shaking all over and can’t think straight. I reach back and gently touch my ass. It feels as hot as a radiator and is so sensitive it stings from just my fingertips.

The ladies let me lie on the ground a little while longer. “Hooo I think I’ll have a little of that wine now” says Sandy, in a happy tone at last.

A cheerful Kerry replies “Oh yeah there’s a little left at the end of the bottle”

Jessica jokes “You know in spanking therapy it’s supposed to be the spankee who gets the therapy” drawing laughter from her friends.

“Chris?”

“Yes Miss Jessica” I manage through clenched teeth.

“Corner!”

“Yes Miss Jessica”. with great effort I carefully get to my feet and hobble over to my corner and stand with my nose against the wall willing myself to not touch my burning behind.

“Aww I think he’s had a ruff day” Kerry sounds like she said that with a smile.

“Good!” Sandy replies.

“Oh Chris” I’m thinking ‘oh God what does Jessica want now’ “Yes Miss Jessica?” “You don’t a bottle of wine lying around do you?”

I should lie, the last thing I should want is for them to crack open another bottle and keep this going for another hour but I don’t have the will right now.

“Yes Miss, there’s one in the basement”

“Oh you’re such a sweetie! For that you have permission to rub those buns” on her way out she cheerfully adds “well if Sandy agrees anyway”

There’s a silence from the couch for a moment. I imagine Sandy and Kerry must be exchanging looks.

“Oh fine, go ahead” Sandy finally says.

“Thank you Ma’am” and with that I try my best to gently massage the pain away. I can feel large welts on both cheeks.

I hear Jessica half re-enter the room “Hey girls come on and look at this” They all sound like they’re leaving for the basement. “Lets see what else you’ve been up to boy” Sandy fires at me as she goes out after Kerry.

I’m left against the wall hoping beyond hope that I won’t be spanked again. My ass really doesn’t feel like it can take anymore.

I hear Kerry calling from the basement “Chris come down here”

I hobble out of the living room and into view of Kerry at the door to the basement. Laughing at the sight of me she says “Oh pull your pants up, you look ridiculous”

“Thank you Miss Kerry” I say with genuine gratitude while I finally get to pull up my pants. Just the weight of the fabric accentuates the burning sensation in my ass cheeks.

Kerry clearly wants me to go to the basement. Sandy and Jessica are already there looking through the huge pile of self help books.

“Where did you get these books?” Jessica asks while looking through a mass of diet and fitness guides for women. “Its my business Miss Jessica. I have a few suppliers and sell them on my website.” Jessica looks impressed “There’s some really good stuff in here” she adds.

Sandy is either less impressed or less willing to show it “I would have expect a mass of porn down here” “Maybe you’re confusing it with where you work!” Kerry’s joke gets a laugh from Jessica. Sandy doesn’t seem to find it too funny though. “Oh come on Sandy! If a bottle of wine and a good book won’t cheer you up nothing will.”

Jessica joins in “And you of all people should think this is a worth while business venture”.

“Ok” Sandy concedes “I’ll admit this doesn’t exactly match my expectation”

“Jealous?” Kerry asks like she already knows the answer. Sandy hardens again a little “Ok maybe. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a pervert who’s stealing our underwear” “My underwear actually” Said Kerry and looking at me with a raised eyebrow continued ”Not that I want them back now”

“You’re being way too easy on him Kerry, men like him are a menace to society”

“Not if we correct him” interrupted Jessica.

Kerry adopt a slightly more serious tone “But yes he does deserve to be punished. Don’t you Chris?”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

“And you still haven’t been punished by me have you?”

“No Ma’am” That lump in my throat returns with the loss of any hope that my ordeal is over. I feel like a little boy with so much of my wellbeing depending on a conversation between these women that I have absolutely no say in.

Jessica is still looking through the book pile. “Hey Chris you don’t mind if I borrow some of these do you?” Kerry responds before I get a chance to “I’m 30 percent sure this is turning into burglary” She said that line like it’s from a movie. It makes Jessica chuckle “No I’ll give them back, some of my clients might want them” Surprisingly Sandy is coming to my defence “Kerry’s right, you can’t just take stock from his business. If you want them you’ll have to buy them Jess”

“How about I showcase a range of them in my fitness studio for my clients? They’ll be on sale or return, sound fair Chris?”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

“Ok come on girls! Back to the living room you!”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

I can hear Jessica say “Someone’s eager to get started!”

Kerry marches me back to the living room, now I’m in it I don’t know what to do so I go back to the corner.

I hear Sandy sit down on the couch and I think Jessica’s pouring out the wine. “Should we give him a glass Jess? I mean it probably cost more than my knickers”

“We’ll leave him one, alcohol is a pain killer don’t forget”

“Good point. Chris come here and strip!”

Sandy reacts before I do “Oh for Gods sake haven’t you two seen enough of that thing?”

Jessica laughs “Ha! If we get a sub girl we won’t complain about you making her strip!” “Hmmm I might hold you to that” Sandy almost sounds a little turned on by that idea.

“It’s my punishment and I want him naked!” “Fair enough” concedes Sandy.

Kerry is adopting a more regal tone when she speaks to me “Chris?”

I take a deep breath and turn to face my masters gingerly walking to stand before Kerry. She is standing with her head high and her hands on her hips. “Strip!”

“Yes Miss Kerry” As I take off my shoes and clothes I can feel my face blushing.

“Fold up you clothes like a good boy” she say with total condescension. “Yes Ma’am”

I do as instructed and set my clothes aside.

“Spread those legs, hands behind your head, keep that chin up” She’s talking to me like a drill sergeant now. I obey without even thinking and I can feel the cool air on my undercarriage. Kerry takes a good look at me and strides over to Jessica’s sports bag. From it she produces a riding crop and gives it a downward swish in the air. She holds the crop with her hands at either end and the shaft along her buttocks. She appears to be slightly suppressing a smirk and I’m sure she feels super sexy right now as she walks with that superior stride of hers and circles me like I’m prey. Or a slave up for sale. My body twitches nervously as she eyes me up.

I’m facing forward at a space on the the wall above and in-between her two friends on the couch. Kerry is at my right elbow. She lifts my flaccid penis with her weapon of choice.

“Must be embarrassing for you to be on show in front of us, is it?

“Yes Ma’am”I hear myself say. There’s an element of the doctor patient relationship in our exchange. Whatever she says I’m likely to respond how I think I’m supposed to. I’m not just nervous about what she’ll say, I’m nervous about what she’ll get me to say in response. But there’s no denying it, me naked with my legs apart and hands behind my head and Miss Kerry in control with her riding crop is already the most erotic experience of my life. As she lets my penis fall to my scrotum I close my eyes in shame knowing what’s going to happen.

“Do you like being naked for me Chris?” she whips my right cheek “AHH!” I have no idea what to say. “Did you like thinking about me when you watched your porno’s?” She whips my left cheek harder than the right. “UNGH I’m sorry Miss Kerry … Ma’am”

It hurts when she whips me, but nowhere near how much it hurt when Sandy or Jessica got at me. I know its her desired response and I’m unable to stop it. My dick is swelling in front of all of them, standing upright as if to salute its master. “You remember when Sandy called you a Pervert right?” With a face no doubt as red as my dick head I say with total embarrassment “Yes Miss Kerry”

With her name mentioned, Sandy speaks up “I’m 70 percent sure this doesn’t constitute punishment” Jessica is suppressing a laugh with a mouthful of red wine but clearly grabbing Sandy’s shoulder as if to say ‘shush, let her play her game’ .

Kerry is being playful but still wants to exert control, she points the crop at Sandy “don’t think it can’t happen to you Sandy! Call it another kind of female empowerment” by the way Sandy laughs Kerry must have taken something Sandy uses a lot and turned it on its head. I’m starting to realise she’s good at that.

“HEY!” Kerry’s voice splits through my ears and makes me afraid of what I might have been doing just before She called. “Yes, I’m sorry Miss”

“What are you sorry for? This rude boner of yours?” She punctuates that with a harsh whap of my involuntarily engorged cock head.

“Ahh! No Miss, for my behaviour Miss”

“And what behaviour would that be?” She slides her riding crop down my shaft and pats my swollen balls. “I’m sorry for going into your home and touching your underwear” THWACK! I double over.

“We’ll talk about that later. Now stand up straight!”

As quick as I can I get back into position. I’m as naked as I’ve ever felt, with eyes forward and all of my body feeling cold.

“Oh you never answered me before did you? How often do you jerk off a day?” She whips my boner again. “AHH! Once, twice sometimes three or four times? I don’t know Miss” and I don’t know, my answer is as accurate as I could get with a week to think about it.

THWACK! “Waaay too much!”

“OWW Yes Miss!”

Kerry slowly moves from my side to my front, trailing her crop as she goes. “And how often do you think of me when you do it?” She says while pressing her body against mine, trapping my boner between my belly and hers. “I….. I don’t..”

“How often” she insists. With her nose almost touching mine I’m sort off lost in her eyes and with her breasts being against mine and my dick head being up against … Well you get the picture. I can’t think straight right now so I give my most honest answer in between heavy breaths. “You’re always there”

I know she’s smiling below my eye line.  “Pervert” I can feel her breath on my lips as she says that. “Yes Miss Kerry”

“And you said you’ve got more porn on your computer” Miss Kerry takes control of my computer desk. She puts my chair in front of the desk and “Come over here Chris”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

“Now bend over the back of the chair so your ass is high in the air … Spread those legs”

“Yes Ma’am” I spread my feet wide apart, no doubt displaying my balls and butt hole to the ladies. I have to keep my legs straight to have any support from them.

Kerry bends over and talks directly into my ear “You’ve obviously been doing far too much wanking you filthy pervert, far to much treating women like pleasure dolls for your dirty habits, so I’m going to make you delete every last bit of porn on your computer. Do you understand boy?”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

She straightens up suddenly and whips my ass hard with the crop yelling “LOUDER!”.

“YES MISS KERRY”

The whipping makes me straighten up. Kerry whips my ass again “GET BACK OVER THAT CHAIR PERVERT!” I can Jessica make an amused sound behind me.

I quickly get back into position. Kerry moves behind me begins lightly rubbing the whip on my ball sack.

“Now I’m going to hit these vulnerable little balls of yours harder and harder until you’ve opened up a folder of porn. I suggest you get to it” She starts tapping my gonads lightly enough for it to not hurt, actually it’s very erotic. I franticly trying to work the computer mouse to go the start menu and get into the folders. Kerry’s now spanking my balls hard enough for it to make my scrunch up my face from the pain. My toes curl up as it gets harder and harder to hold position. My computers being frustratingly slow, out of desperation I’m trying to somehow will it to go faster. I got into the my documents folder and scroll down through hundreds of files and folders to find one of the many porn folders in it. I let out a whimper as Kerry takes it up a notch. Now my toes and the balls of both feet are off the floor every muscle in my body is tensing and twitching. It’s getting harder to make out the items on the screen over Kerry’s distraction, I know I must have missed a couple of the folders already. As the ball spanks get harder they get more spaced out and instead of the blows being evenly distributed to both my nuts she’s starting to catch my balls one at a time. “ITS OPEN MISS KERRY!”

“Lets see what you’ve looking at then …Hold this” She put the shaft of the crop between my buttocks and I have to squeeze them together to hold the whip in place. It takes great effort with my legs spread like this. Jessica finds this hilarious “Oh I need a picture of this …” Kerry gleefully adopts some kind of pose I can’t see and a moment later I hear the fake sound of a camera and I know Jessica must have taken a photo with her phone. I could die of embarrassment right now.

Kerry then highlights all the files in the folder on screen and selects to delete them. “43 porn clips in that folder. That’s at LEAST 43 jerk sessions for you isn’t it Chris?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Course that’s only about 2 weeks worth of pulling on your pud for you isn’t it?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“And now its going to be 43 lashes with the crop isn’t it Chris”

“Please no Miss Ker..”

THWACK! A hard stinging lash from Kerry cuts me off “Don’t beg to let off punishments BEG TO BE PUNISHED!” THWACK! “AHH YES Miss Kerry!”

“BEG!” THWACK!

“PLEASE Miss Kerry, please punish me Miss Kerry”

“Punish you for what?” THWACK!

“OOWWW Please punish me for looking at porn and masturbating too much Miss Kerry”

“How do you want to be punished?” THWACK!

“PLEASE give me 43 lashes with the crop Miss. Please Miss”

“Very well Chris, but you’ll have to count them out for me. And say thank you for each one. And call me Mistress while you’re at it.”

“Yes Mistress”

THWACK! She is able to get me on both buttocks almost every time with the whip.

“ONE thank you Mistress”

THWACK!

“TWO thank you Mistress”

I can see her reflection in the computer screen. Her left hand’s on her hip and she delivers each blow like a teacher caning a student. I can also tell she’s enjoying every second of this.

WHACK! “Three thank you Mistress” SPLATT! “FOUR thank you Mistress” WHAP! “Five thank you Mistress” …

She’s moving down lower, giving the backs of my legs some attention. Then after no doubt giving the backs of each thigh several marks she goes back to whipping my poor ass. After I’ve thanked her for the twentieth time whipping me she pauses and feels my buns, she gently caresses them and it soothes some of the pain away.

“Oooo you’re ass is sooo hot” She laughs “Course when you think that about the girls in your clips you might mean it differently.”

Then she reaches between my legs and sliding her fingers over my scrotum and around my cock. This makes me feel something like a farm animal at auction. She’s giving it a good squeeze now and I starting to grow in her hand. “Do you think I have a hot ass Chris?”

I suspect any answer I give will result in pain and with her hand on my junk I’m ready to consider any and all options. I think of a dozen alternative answers like ‘I think all women have natural beauty’ but she might just squeeze my balls and ask again so I just tell the truth “Yes Mistress, how could I not”.

“Good Boy” Kerry coos and gives my hard dick a pat before going back to her position.

THWACK!

“Twenty one thank you Mistress”

Kerry continues to whip me all the way to 43, every hit stings though bad as when Sandy or Jessica spanked me and when she reaches underneath at the end she finds me still hard.

“Dirty Boy, you’re enjoying this way to much” Then she reaches back and squeezes my balls while I have to find the next porn folder.

“12 more clips to delete from your spank bank! Oh and that ones a nurse, I think we should add a couple more on for that don’t you Chris”

“Yes Mistress Kerry”

“Now stand up straight and face me! Hands behind your head”

She pats the crop against my erection and looks at me with mischievous eyes.

“Now for every spank I want you to say ‘I’m a dirty little wanker and I deserve a sore dick” She’s says while grinning ear to ear.

“Yes Mistress”

The first blow comes down right on the tip of my engorged cock

“AHH I’m a dirty little wanker and I deserve a sore dick” I wince and close my eyes when I say it.

“Look your Mistress in the eye when I whip you wankerboy”

“Yes Mistress”

She pats and strokes my cock head and shaft between smacks and I don’t know when the next will come. After the 14th time telling her I’m a dirty little wanker who deserves a sore dick as she delightedly gives me what I ask for, she locks my gaze “Yes you do. Now thank me for giving you one”

“Thank you Mistress Kerry for giving me a sore dick”

“You’re welcome!” she says happily and slaps her hand down on my erection making it bob. Jessica is having a good laugh at the spectacle as Kerry struts to the centre of the room where Sandy and Jessica spanked me and points to the floor in front of her “Come here boy”.

I obey her order and now I’m standing in front of her facing both her and the ladies on the couch behind her.

“You know I was just playing with you right?” I don’t know how to answer her so I’m staying quiet.

“Flicking around your dicky, whipping your bum like that’s just me having fun playing with a naked boy. And I can see it was fun for you too. But I want you to delete the rest of the porn on your computer on your own time. You know it’ll do you good to lay off the porn and jerking for a while don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Kerry.”

“Mistress is for fun and games, it’s Miss Kerry for now”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

Kerry’s tone of voice now goes serious, all its playfulness has gone.

“When you stole my underwear you were crossing a line in how you treat women, you let your need to get yourself off drive you disrespect our boundaries. If that behaviour isn’t corrected it will continue and none of us want to see you wind up as some dirty old pervert with a history of touching himself in public when he thinks no one can see him or rubbing himself against some poor girl on a bus.”

“Yes Miss Kerry” I know she’s right, the fact that I’ve turned into the guy who steals underwear frightens me. And it scares me more than anything these women might do to me. Right now I’ve stopped hoping to escape punishment, I just want it to be effective.

“Now I know Sandy has a lot of pent up anger because as a woman working in the porn section of a library she knows every time she gets up some guy will leer at her behind having been turned on by looking through the porn, and some of those guys are the kind that can’t be trusted not to disrespect a woman’s boundaries. But that doesn’t mean she was unfair to you when she took it out on your behind. You deserved it didn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Kerry I know I did”

“I’m going to correct your behaviour Chris, it’s going to a painful lesson and you are going to cry. If you accept that I know what’s best for you than you’ll have a second chance to be a better man, a man who can be trusted to respect women and yourself enough to never cross our boundaries like that again. Do you understand Chris?”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

“Then get on your knees in front of me, look me in the eye and sincerely request that I punish you”

I kneel down willingly in front of my superior, knowing I don’t deserve to be in her presence after what I’ve done and I speak with genuine sincerity.

“Please Miss Kerry, I am sorry for violating your boundaries and I’m afraid of what I’ve become. Please punish me how you see fit. Please correct me Miss Kerry”

“Very well Chris.” Kerry places the chair in the middle of the room facing the couch as before, she takes the leather spanking paddle that’s already been used by female hands to reduce me to a blubbering mess twice today and takes up position on her throne. “Get over my lap Chris” she orders.

I position myself so my behind is as high as it can be, with my legs straight and feet and hands on the floor. “Put your right hand behind your back”

When I do she twists my arm, keeping me securely over her lap and unable to escape justice.

“Now Boy, you will repeat this until I tell you to stop ‘I will always treat women with respect, I will never again treat women as objects for my pleasure. I will always respect every woman’s boundaries, I will put her feelings before my desires’”

Kerry allows me to repeat my mantra once before the first spank comes. The blows come hard and fast and I’m really having to concentrate on staying still and saying my mantra. I say every word with conviction and feel ashamed for how I’ve disrespected these women. I deserve every swat Kerry gives me.

Her spanking is a mix of Sandy’s chaotic ass blistering and Jessica’s disciplined assault. Kerry pounds the paddle almost randomly over my buttocks and then concentrates many hard spanks on one particular spot. I’m shouting my lines now and I know I’m about to break down and cry any second. It’s only through sheer determination to submit to her discipline from my deep guilt for wronging her that I can keep position with my feet on the floor. I’ve already said my lines about a dozen times and taken more than a hundred spanks and now Kerry says “Now tell Sandy you’ll respect her”

“I WILL (SPLATT) ALWAYS (SPLATT) TREAT MISS SANDY (SPLATT) WITH RESPECT! (SPLATT) I WILL NEVER (SPLATT) AGAIN TREAT MISS SANDY (SPLATT) AS AN OB- (SPLATT) OBJECT (SPLATT) FOR MY PLEAS- (SPLATT) URE. I (SPLATT) WILL ALWAYS RESPECT (SPLATT) MISS SANDY’S (SPLATT) BOUNDRIES …”

I hear Sandy’s voice  “Good. Look me in the eye when you say it boy” I turn my head to face Sandy on the couch and repeat my lines over and over for her as Kerry blisters my ass and takes me over the edge. Sandy watches my face with some satisfaction as tears start to stream down my cheeks and I start to blubber. Still I express all the sincerity I can muster at this time to show her I’m learning my lesson. Eventually Sandy looks up to Kerry with a smile and a nod.

“Now for Jessica” Kerry doesn’t even pause spanking me to say that. I look to Jessica to watches me which a smug smile “Something you want to say to me boy?”

Through my tears I say my lines to her, stuttering and struggling but forcing myself to say it and meaning every word. After pledging my respect to her several times, Jessica pulls out her phone and begins recording me in this pathetic condition. “Maybe I’ll set this as my ringtone! Maybe you should set it as yours boy!”

Still Kerry’s blows rain down on me as I ball and wail and repeat my lines, all while being recorded by Jessica. Eventually she seems satisfied. “Ok I’ll call that a wrap” she says shutting off her phone and adds “for now that is”.

Kerry continues to spank me and has me direct my mantra to her, pledging to never again cross the boundary of treating her or by extension any woman as an object. She spanks me long after my voice has become incoherent and when she finally finishes her final smack she lets me cry over her lap until I’ve recovered a bit.

“Now kneel in front of me Chris” I slid off of her lap onto the floor and slowly get into position on my knees in front of Kerry and looking up to her eyes. “And what do you say Chris?” she asks as a parent might talk to a child, or perhaps a queen to a peasant.

“Thank you Miss Kerry for punishing me! Thank you so much, I’m so sorry for mistreating you. I promise to always remember the lesson. Thank you Miss Kerry.”

“You’re welcome Chris” Kerry says, and unexpectedly she leans forward and affectionately kisses my forehead and, at least with Kerry, I finally feel forgiven.

The moment ends when I hear Jessica’s phone take a photo of my destroyed ass “a ringtone and a screensaver!” All three ladies now sound a lot less serious and lot more giggly.

Kerry stands up and puts her hands on her hips “So Wankerboy, you know you’ll have get rid of all that nasty porn on you computer right? And for every clip you have to delete, hmmm, what’ll we make him do girls?”

“Slap his balls!” Jessica volunteers enthusiastically. Sandy suggests “How about writing lines like ‘I must not look at porn without permission‘ ?”.

“If he has to have his porn approved by Sandy I hope he likes girl-on-girl” Sandy snorts a laugh and I think, since I’m still on my knees facing the other way, that she slaps Jessica on the arm making her spill little wine. It’s starting to feel like a hen party back there.

Kerry’s made up her mind, she‘s bending over and speaking right into my face “Ok Spanky, for every clip left to delete you need to write the line ‘I will not look at porn, like the monkey spanking jerk off addict that my three gorgeous neighbours know that I am, without their permission’ and with every line you will spank your balls three times, once for each of us, and thank us out loud for each slap.”

“Yes Miss Kerry”

“And make them hard ones!”

“Yes Miss Jessica”

“And with excellent handwriting”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

As the girls are leaving Kerry gives me her parting shot

“And no playing with yourself either until we think you’re ready. And since you’re such a world class splooger I think when you’ve given your bit’s a nice long rest, you should get down to the sperm donor clinic. We’re always looking for more donors. Oh and don’t worry, I wouldn’t go embarrassing you in front of the girls in the clinic. HA!”

With that Kerry gives me a hard slap on my tender ass as she leaves with her friends.

I crawl over to the computer and delete every last porn clip. All 263 of them.

---First Day of Service to Sandy --

I wake up at 7am having barely slept. Every time I’d manage to drift off to sleep on my front, I’d

wake up soon after having rolled onto my aching buttocks. I’d then have to struggle to get all the

images of yesterdays humiliation out of my head and ignore my tender buns ‘till I could drift off

again. But I may as well get up now and not put it off any longer. I’m so mortified by what

happened yesterday I’m reluctant to even look at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. When I

shower I think part of me is trying to wash off the memories. I enter the living room, the room of

my destruction, trying to ignore the part of my brain that wants to replay every embarrassing

comment they made. On my computer desk is the pile of paper I wrote out my lines on. It was too

sore to sit down so I had to kneel as I wrote them out, slapping my poor balls and thanking the girls

out loud with each one. I put a cushion on my computer chair and gingerly sit down. It makes me

sharply intake air between clenched teeth but at least I’ve regained the ability to sit. Once I’ve fired

up the machine and opened my browser I click on the address bar to go to my website and check my

sales. A list of porn sites I’ve visited appears before I type in the domain name. There’s a swelling

in my pants, the lightest pair of tracksuit bottoms I own, and I’m tempted to go straight back to my

own habits. Kerry’s voice condescends inside my head “I will not look at porn, like the monkey

spanking jerk off addict that my three gorgeous neighbours know that I am, without their

permission”. I even feel a slight urge to slap my balls again and say ‘Yes Miss Kerry’ for even

considering it. Instead I delete my internet history. Obeying her does nothing to deter my rising

boner. “And no playing with yourself either until we think you’re ready” sounds through my head

as if she’s saying it into my ear. I can almost see her knowing smile. I concentrate on work, taking

my mind off the tent in my lap, grateful that Sandy isn’t here to call me a disgusting pervert for

having it.

Simon will be here at 2-ish. Other than that I could stay holed up in my house all day and

not speak to another soul. And believe me I want to. I spend the next 3 hours working, even though

I only really have 2 minutes of updating my inventory that really needs to be done before Simon

calls round. But I find work, like looking up the popularity of various new books I could get from

my suppliers and seeing what ‘people who bought this also bought this’ messages come up when I

look at the books I’m selling on rival websites. But by 10am I know I need to go knock on my

neighbours door. If Jessica wants to sell my stock through her fitness classes I really shouldn’t pass

that up. And if I want to start a good business relationship with her I need to start it now rather than

after days of them saying God knows what about me in that house. As difficult as it is, I’m ringing

the doorbell.

Kerry opens the door, and her eyes light up when she sees me. I see the beginnings of that

familiar smug smile start to take shape. But this is a business call and I keep my voice calm,

friendly and with an underlying assertiveness “Hi, I was looking for Jessica if she’s in?”. My tone

catches Kerry off guard and she breaks eye contact “Oh yeah um she’s here..”. She hurries off to

fetch Jessica, I think I might even have seen a flicker of disappointment in her but I’m reassured

that she isn’t responding like they’ve all decided how to react next time they meet me. If I’d put this

off a day or two I suspect they would have. Jessica comes to the door, but not too quickly. Despite

the air of confidence she exudes I’m sure she too hasn’t figured out what attitude to take and that

lets me take the lead, as any good salesman would. “You were saying you might want to get some

of my books for your clients, I have my supplier coming today and I’m filling out my order. If you

have a minute would you like to come over and pick out the ones you want? I can show you his

inventory too if you’d like to see it.” Like Kerry, her mind was working a hundred miles a minute

and responds like her brain is still catching up. “ Oh yeah, sure .. I could have a look”.

I get her talking about the books as she enters the basement and starts to look through them.

She recognises some by the title and a couple just by the author, so I know she’d be interested in

more from that person. As she talks to me I can see she’s avoiding eye contact. I remember how

easily she shifted from one attitude to the next yesterday, so my instinct tells me if I give her a

power boost in the conversation she’ll engage more “Do you mind if I ask, does Kerry have a

boyfriend?”. The effect on Jessica is obvious, she starts to smile broadly and looks at me “Not as far

as I know” she says coyly.

I just smile and go back to discussing the books. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t enjoy

the prospect of playing matchmaker and my question makes me seem a little vulnerable, that makes

Jessica relax and chat openly about what she wants. I just casually connect my products to her needs

and everything about our rapport is pleasant and constructive right now. “Do you think you might

get more clients with an ad on my website? A lot of people go to it for the fitness stuff”. “Yes that’s

…” I can see Jessica’s realised something, her smile broadens and eyes narrow like she’s rumbled a

sneaky friend. “I see you Chris, identifying my needs and making suggestions. What tipped you off

that I’m struggling to get clients?”. “I guess the way you didn’t buy the books yesterday that you

obviously wanted, even when Sandy put you under pressure to buy some”. There’s no dishonesty in

that, though I wasn’t even really aware I suspected her business was struggling until she asked.

Still smiling and holding eye contact she speaks coolly but pleasantly “You’re a very

perceptive man Chris. Maybe Kerry should be worried. And I think the ad is a brilliant idea, I‘ll talk

to you about it later”. After we trade numbers, Jessica leaves as the happy, assertive businesswoman

that she is after a good meeting. I’m confident that she won’t hesitate to call me whenever she needs

something, she‘ll talk up my products to her client base which I‘m sure will grow and from the

looks of things she‘ll keep this relationship separate from all the things she thankfully didn‘t bring

up when she was here. Plus, instead of moping around the house, mortified at yesterday’s events, I

can console myself that I’ll be getting much better press from Jessica then I otherwise would.

Simon comes with the latest delivery. I let him talk about work and he tries to interest me in

the wide variety of publications he wants to offload, but he understands I’m not looking to branch

out at the moment but I have plenty of new stock to order so he isn‘t really disappointed. I like

Simon, course I like most people, he’s a chatty friendly sports fan who always has some story to

tell.

I met him in a pub a while back when he was celebrating getting a large bookstore to sign

him as a supplier, he gave me the idea for my business. “By the way my cousin Isabella’s landed a

job in your old place, lifestyle insurance. She’s in accounts though so she hopefully won’t have that

wagon of a boss you had”. “Yeah she was a nightmare, bullied everyone, though I got her to stop

doing it to me in the end” I hide that I don’t want to talk about my experiences at Lifestyle and add

“I’m sure Isabella won’t get her if she’s not in sales”. I’ve peaked Simon’s curiosity though “how’d

you get her to lay off?”. I take a breath, remembering the event.

“I asked her out”.

Simon laughs with amused confusion “you what?”

“Yep - would you be a bastard to a girl you shot down?”

He believes me, and I am telling the truth, but he can’t see how would work. Still, he finds it highly

entertaining. “Chris, you’re either a genius or a maniac! I gotta get going anyhow, I’ll give you a

ring next weekend if you fancy a pint”

As I close the door after Simon I feel for a moment like I’m done for the day. But a dull ache

in my buttocks reminds me of the pile of hand written lines I need to hand over. My golden rule in

relationships is sooner rather than later. I don’t know what to think about Kerry’s ‘no jerking until

we think you’re ready' policy, but Sandy’s lines might appease her some. No - the lines can wait till

tomorrow, I had a good meeting with Jessica and I should leave it for a day. As I sit back at my

computer and feel my ass complain I get that familiar tenting and a desire to use it to forget about

my problems. I fight off the urge for hours by watching random non sexual things on the internet,

cooking dinner and doing housework but its always there. Eventually I decide this is the time to

give over the lines and be done with it. I put them in an envelope and go knock on their door.

Kerry opens again, wearing makeup this time “Hi Chris, come on in”. She seems happy to

see me, but this time expecting me. “I just came over to drop this off” I hold up the envelope for her

to take but she doesn’t. Her response sounds oddly compassionate “I know, but you need to come

into our sitting room. Sandy wants to say something”. Kerry leads and I follow, trying not to look at

her cute round bum in tight jeans and putting out of my mind the idea that I might be the reason

she‘s wearing them. In the room Jessica sits on a couch to my left and Sandy is on a seat on the

right wall. Jessica at least says “Hi Chris” with that same sympathetic tone and Kerry invites me to

sit on the right side of the couch Jessica’s on. With Jessica to my left, Sandy to my right and Kerry

standing against the far wall I feel a bit surrounded, but its clear we’re all waiting for Sandy to talk.

“Chris. I realised something earlier today that I think you should know. It was when I saw these two

running around singing your praises all day. Jessica talked about how ‘perceptive’ you are, and I

think she’s right. Perceptive … and manipulative”. That last word is not a kind one, and I can tell its

implications have been hotly debated in this room before I got here by the way she looks away from

me when she says it. Her accusatory attitude being tempered by Kerry and Jessica. But there is

nothing I’ve done today I need to be ashamed of, so I’ll let her lay her cards on the table and then

I’ll flip them over. “Tell me Chris, what do the three of us have in common?” For some reason this

is a very important question for her.

“I don’t know” and I don’t. Sandy eyes me for a moment “I believe that’s true” I feel like I’ve

passed a test but I don’t know for what. “Subconsciously however, you do see a connection so don’t

think about it, just say what comes to mind”. I play along, thinking it will at least get this over

quicker “well you’re trying to be a psychologist” “Yes” Sandy responds like this proves some point,

but I can tell the others are unconvinced. “Clearly” Jessica adds, which makes me feel less

surrounded and takes the wind out of Sandy‘s sails. “Kerry’s a nurse” I can’t help but feel that

whatever this test is it all depends on my next answer. “Jessica is …” sitting on my sore buns one

answer overrides the others even though it makes no sense “a therapist?”

I feel like Jessica and Kerry didn’t really expect me to give that answer but Sandy did. She

continues “Think about it Chris: a man with a porn and masturbation addiction lives next door to a

nurse who works in a sperm bank, educated in every masturbatory issue a man can have and is

dedicated to helping them, a spanking therapist who wouldn’t hesitate to pull out a bag of tricks to

alter a man’s behaviour and .. um.. A budding psychologist who is member of a women’s group and

… um … might have some issues and things that might make me strongly condemn that type of

behaviour” There are several things in my mind I chose to ignore. I can think of objections like the

fact that much of this I was led into such as calling Sandy a psychologist and that she references

things I didn’t know at the time to make her case - like where Kerry worked. But there’s a strange

familiarity to much of what she says.

“Why, Chris, at the first open-door opportunity you get would you come over here and leave

your phone behind?” That’s one thing I can’t deny: I’ve never ever let my phone get out of arms

reach, I need to be permanently ready to answer the next call. “…your porn infested phone. After

you invaded our space you probably though we’d look through it. Of all the houses in the world

why for the first time in your life would you steal underwear from this house? Why would you

leave it balled up beside your computer full of porn? Why wouldn’t someone as perceptive as you at

least try to stop Jessy and Kerry from going into your living room?”. I feel like the ground has

fallen from beneath my feet. If what she says it’s true this is me committing actions without my

knowledge. That frightens me. I’m out of control. “Chris, you have paid for your crime and I cannot

punish you again”, I’m sure that’s Jessica and Kerry’s influence, “ but without some discipline,

treatment and training in your life it may be only a matter of time before you relapse back to your

old behaviour. If what you did was partly a cry for help then one night of punishment won’t fix your

problems.” Kerry comes over and sits beside me, I know she looks concerned even though I’m just

staring ahead. I don’t even know what I’m feeling but when I blink tears stream down my face. She

squeezes my hand as Sandy talks.

“I think we can help you Chris. I think you want us to help you. I think you need order and structure

and supervision to change your behaviour in the long run and I think we can provide you with that

if you agree to follow our direction. I don’t want to interact with your sexuality but if I believe what

I say I must be willing to help you. You should go home and think about it. If you want we can

forget all about it, but if you decide you need our guidance, our therapy, then you will report back

here tomorrow and ask for it. Do you understand?”

I can feel Kerry’s grip on my hand, trying to give me some support, but Sandy’s words wash over

me and I don’t know what to do with them. “Excuse me” is what comes out of my mouth and I

leave.

It’s a strange thing to be analysed. Your conscious mind seems to be slipping away to reveal

someone elses mind underneath. I don’t know who I am but more than that I don’t trust myself. If I

sit at my computer log enough I’ll sink back into my old habits. Why am I so isolated? Why am I

not getting Simon to arrange a date with me and his cousin, since I’m pretty sure that’s why he

really brought her up. Why am I not the head sales person at Lifestyle insurance instead of running

a business from my basement. But most of all, why do I do what these women say? Submitting to

punishment, writing lines after they’ve left and not masturbating because Kerry said not to. I can’t

trust anything right now. I can’t be sure why I invited Jessica over today, or why I really went back

to give in the lines. I already know what I want to do but my mind won’t accept it yet. I go to bed

early to sleep on it, wondering if all I really want is for Kerry to play with my privates again. I just

don’t know. I wake up lying on my front, naked on the bed. Reaching down my buttocks feel

somewhat bruised but nothing to worry about. It’s 9 am. I shower, shave, get dressed, eat a good

breakfast and accept the decision my mind has made. I knock on their door and take a deep breath.

“Chris” Sandy says when she opens the door, without surprise. “Follow me” Sandy goes into

the living room. I’m assuming the others are at work now. “I don’t want to see your bits like the

girls do Chris, so you will wear those shorts when I’m around”. She’s pointing to a pair of white

shorts on the couch. “Um…” I start to say but she already knows what I want to ask. “Just the shorts

Chris” she leaves the sitting room saying “join me in the kitchen when you’re done”. I strip. It feels

strange to be naked in someone else sitting room like this. When I’m completely nude I step into the

shorts and pull them up. They zip up the front and they’re very tight, leaving little to the

imagination. I can feel exactly where my penis and each ball are. Once I’ve folded up my clothes,

perhaps to give myself an extra moment away from Sandy’s eyes, I walk barefoot to the kitchen.

Sandy stands upright and formal, impeccably dressed and looking down on me, her attitude

emphasises the height difference as much as her high heeled shoes. I feel like I’m being summoned

by the head of human resources about my behaviour. I know Sandy has no interest in my body but I

can tell she enjoys my awkward vulnerability at being so naked, though she tries to hide it. “Well

boy, if you want me to give you the order and discipline you so clearly need, you should get down

on your knees and ask for it, shouldn’t you?” “Yes Miss Sandy” I kneel down on the kitchen floor,

my feet and knees slightly sticking to the lino and look up to meet her superior gaze. “Please Miss

Sandy, please give me the order and discipline that I need”

“You understand I will often be strict with you”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“I will not destroy your personality, but you will learn obedience and submission to authority and in

this house you may consider every woman an authority figure.”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“You will welcome them on your knees and in your shorts unless commanded otherwise.”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“You will treat every woman with absolute respect and you will appreciate her guidance”

“Yes Mi..” Sandy cut me off with a hard slap across my face, my cheek stings but I remain in

position.

“Lesson number one, no matter what a woman does to you, accept it without argument and any

anger from you will be considered disrespect”

She eyes me carefully looking for any trace of ‘disrespect’.

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“Good boy. Now stand up and turn around”

I do what she says almost without thinking and find myself facing the chores list on the kitchen

door. All the names have been changed to Chris. My name is written larger than the previous names,

giving me the impression the writer may have taken some satisfaction in it. Perhaps I should be

grateful it doesn’t just say ‘boy’.

“You will complete your assigned chores within 3 hours. You will do an excellent job. I’m sure

you’ll understand why laundry is not one of your assigned chores?”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“Look at me when I talk to you. You will find cleaning products under the sink and you will

complete your tasks in order. Now get to work”.

“Yes Miss Sandy”

Her heels sound out loudly on the floor as she strides out of the kitchen. I look back at my first task

- clean the kitchen floor. I don’t see a mop anywhere in the room. I open the cabinet under the sink

and see a bucket with a label ‘FOR THE FLOOR’ written on it. Inside is a tiny cloth and a bottle of

floor cleaner. I guess she wants me on my hands and knees for this and if I ask for a mop I suspect

another face slap would be my answer. As I mix the floor cleaner with hot water in the bucket, put

on rubber gloves and start to scrub the lino floor I wonder what psychology theory she might be

employing. The cloth barely covers my fingers, which makes me think of a soldier being made to

scrub the floor for hours with a toothbrush. But I’m not convinced this is actually punishment.

Maybe its to do with the idea that the path to changing behaviour is long and laborious. She clearly

wants this to take time anyway.

Aside from the bedrooms, which are off limits to me, I clean the house from top to bottom. I

make sure not to leave a single smudge or blemish anywhere. I take special care to thoroughly clean

everywhere I might neglect if I was cleaning for myself, like behind the toilet bowl or inside the

cabinets in the kitchen. I make sure the floor of the bathroom is good enough to eat off, just in case

she had something like that in mind for me. Sandy periodically came in and checked on my

progress, looking for faults. I would kneel and there was usually a slap in the face for missing

something but eventually each room was cleaned to her satisfaction. The last room to clean was the

living room

In the living room Sandy sits comfortably on the couch reading a book while I clean as

quietly and discreetly as possible. I feel naked as I clean the fireplace, on my hands and knees with

my butt in the air and Sandy behind me. I’m not sure why but this feeling of being naked and

serving a strict commanding woman causes a twitch in my shorts. I do my best to concentrate on

polishing the fireplace but I can’t take my mind off it. My traitor of a penis starts to grow. I carry on

cleaning the fireplace hoping it will go down before I have to face Sandy once more. After a few

minutes Sandy speaks up “I think that fireplace is done now boy, you may start with the dusting.”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

I have no choice now but to get up and go get the duster.

“STOP!” Sandy yells while sharply putting down her book and standing up. She glares at my

tenting crotch and then at me “And what is THIS, boy?”

“I’m sorry Miss Sandy, I couldn’t help …”

Sandy cuts me off with her trademark hard slap to the face.

“You should be focusing on the tasks I assigned you, not getting excited!”

“Yes Miss Sandy, sorry Miss Sandy”

Sandy relaxes a little but is still annoyed at having to deal with this development and very much in

the frame of mind to lay down the law.

“Well Chris, the purpose of this exercise if you haven’t guessed yet is to begin to direct this sexual

energy of yours to something productive. We already know how excited you get when you obey a

dominant woman and I know you struggle to control yourself but it is not acceptable to get an

erection in the presence of a lady without her permission is it?”

“No Miss Sandy”

“Then you should kneel down and request a punishment to correct your behaviour shouldn’t you?”

“Yes Miss Sandy” I’m blushing furiously as I kneel down. For a moment I look down and see just

how obvious my shameful arousal is in my shorts. Kneeling up my penis head gets pinched my the

inside of the zipper, making me wince, but I know to make myself kneel up straight when I address

Sandy.

“Please punish me for my lack of self control Miss Sandy”

“Very well. I think 12 strokes of the cane should fix you. You will not remove your shorts. You may

use the arm of the couch for support and I want you to bend over and have your legs straight with

your backside high in the air when I return. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Miss Sandy”.

Sandy leaves the room to fetch her cane and I assume the position. I want to adjust my privates to

make them more comfortable but I’m in such a submissive state right now I daren’t even do that.

Sandy returns and I hear her take up position behind me and to my left. I hear the swish of the cane

and tense every muscle in my body even though hasn’t struck me yet. I keep my legs as straight as I

can and my back arched, which makes my buns feel well above the rest of me. My hands strongly

grip the couch arm. Sandy pats the cane on my vulnerable buttocks

“You will count and say thank you for each stroke”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“And if you break position I will add more to your punishment”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

THWACK!

“AHHHH! O-one thank you Miss Sandy” Its like being electrocuted through a burning rod and I

want to jump up and grab my butt.

WHACK!

“TWOOOOO Thank you Miss Sandy” It takes all my willpower to not lift a foot off the floor and

I’m sure I won’t be able to take 10 more of these.

The cane makes a sharp swishing sound as it cuts through the air.

“MMMMMMM, Th-three thank you Miss Sandy”

Sandy pats the cane on my cheeks giving me at least the tiniest moments reprieve. My body is

trembling uncontrollably while she delivers another perfect painful slice across my rear.

“AAAAAAHHH! FOUR THANK YOU MISS SANDY!” I can’t help but move with this one,

rising up on my arms and lifting a foot off the floor. I force myself back into position as quickly as

possible while breathing like I’ve just run a marathon. If there is the slightest erection left in my

shorts now it couldn’t be further from my mind.

“There’s no need to shout boy.” Sandy says with authority “And hold still or you’ll get more”

“Yes Miss Sandy” I try to control my breathing and prepare my mind to endure the pain without

moving or crying out.

Sandy pats my buns three times with the cane this time before she lets me have it.

For a moment I can’t make a sound at all, my mouth opens as if to silently scream. Then through

clenched teeth “… five. Thank you Miss Sandy”

“Better” I think she might actually have been impressed when she said that. It helps me stay focused

on controlling my reaction to the pain.

THWACK!

“ … six. Thank you Miss Sandy” my voice wobbles a little but I control the volume to Sandy’s

satisfaction.

“Now Chris, tell me again what you are being punished for”

She’s a clever girl Sandy, it occurs to me. I had stopped thinking of what I was being punished for

and was only thinking about the my pain. Then I was concentrating on pleasing the powerful

woman with a cane at my vulnerable ass.

“I am being punished for failing to control my sexual excitement, Miss Sandy”

“Yes Chris, and its not because I’m using you as some kind of symbol for all the pervy men I have

to deal with in work…”

(Though I suspect that might be part of the reason she‘s being so hard on me)

“… its because you must learn to respect a woman’s boundaries before your own desires…” Sandy

leans in to speak closer into my ear “… and you will learn to respect a woman’s boundaries won’t

you Chris?”

“Yes Miss Sandy, I will”

“Yes you will. And I’ll make sure you learn the discipline to control even your urges”

“Yes Miss Sandy, thank you Miss Sandy”

“Good. Now you can remember what you’re thanking me for”

WHACK!

“ … seven, thank you Miss Sandy” there’s a new hint of sincerity in my voice that even I can hear

through the pain.

Sandy swishes the cane in the air, perhaps to see if I flinch. I surprises even me that I don’t.

My mind is starting to gratefully accept punishment, to accept her discipline. I’m no longer just

saying the words like a robot, I mean them. Never the less, I’m beginning to well up and by the

tenth stroke tears are slowly rolling down my cheeks. A sniffle alerts Sandy to this.

“You better not blubber on my couch boy or I’ll cane you in the garden!”

Well I don’t believe she would do that, Sandy is a very conservative, dignified woman who would

never wish to make a spectacle of herself. She does sound like she might slightly enjoy the fantasy

of making a spectacle of me though.

“Yes Miss Sandy”

“I’ll have you grabbing your ankles out back hoping the neighbours don’t look out the window.

You’ll learn not to shout out then won’t you”

THWACK!

“ … eleven, thank you Miss Sandy”

“And if any of the ladies around here see you I’ll have you march right up to them and explain

yourself! And we’ll see if they want to help teach you a lesson! How would you like to be asking

Mrs McKenzie in number 17 if you should be taking your shorts down for your spanking?”

WHACK!

“… twelve, thank you for disciplining me Miss Sandy”

I instantly regret the extra words, even though I meant them. She might interpret that as trying to

tell her to stop, which might provoke more punishment and she sounds like she’s getting into the

swing of things and could go on for some time. There’s a pause before she speaks like she’s

considering it.

“Very well. I’ll be leaving for work in about ten minutes, that should be enough time for you to

finish your dusting. I trust you don’t still have a problem down there do you?”

“No Miss Sandy”

“Good, then get to work”

Sandy leaves the room quickly and an unlikely thought crosses the back of my mind as I rush for

the dusting spray and cloth - for a moment towards the end the always professional, reserved Sandy

actually let loose and had fun. Of course she couldn’t have been turned on by me that’s not her

nature but … suddenly I see Mrs McKenzie in a whole new light. Not that I ever called her Mrs

before, you don’t call someone the same age as you ‘Mrs’, just one of ‘the McKenzie’s’ when her

husband was alive. She’s not even Sandy’s neighbour, number 17 is round the corner. As I sense my

mind wandering towards possibly sexual territory about Angie McKenzie and Sandy, I do, with a

newly established discipline, successfully concentrate on the dusting.

Sandy returns about 10 minutes later. I have frantically polished every dustable surface in

the room.

“Well Chris, you have completed day one of your new routine. You will be here every Monday and

Thursday from 9am until I say you are finished. I mostly start at 12:30 on those days in the library

so you should make sure you are available until then. The girls should be back any ..” There is the

sound of a key in the door and Sandy slightly breaks her authoritative tone. “Speak of the little

devils… wait here Chris”

“Yes Miss Sandy”

Sandy is already heading into the hall and I can hear the women talking gleefully, though its hard to

hear what they’re saying like they’re deliberately speaking in hushed tones at times. I can hear

laughter and Kerry’s voice in a mock version of a drill sergeant, or possibly a mock version of

Sandy, saying things like “And this place better be spotless!”

Intuition tells me Kerry and probably Jessica like that they aren’t the ones being given a cleaning

schedule by Sandy anymore and this may be releasing some tension between the three. But Kerry

especially is giddy, and I know it’s because she’s about to have me at her mercy. Even though its

finished I find myself thinking about the dusting again.

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