Chapter 19

A Duet Of Howls From Sore Rears Near Halloween

One Hot Night

Have to mention Baywatch, though only Mom/daughter was Summer(Nicole Eggert) and her Mom. Normaly I would have loved to have seen Marcia get spanked in the a very high cut white sequined one piece suit she had worn before as a majorette and eased into or the party. wore when not in the guard suit.

Of course Baywatch would have to have been the If it was for how the improvised paddle was going to feel on my already surely bruised bottom, seeing Duncan spanking Marcia’s hiney would be one of the greatest show of all time. Besides as a teacher I was used to making educated guess and in the blonde’s case there would be plenty of bare red skin visible before Duncan’s spanking was through. Already without the tantalizing suit I was sure my husband saw her as having a spankable female bottom.

What had I done! Oh dear, my rear now experienced new fear. I was dressed as a swanky 1920’s Gibson Girl. I wore a white lacy blouse with tight black slacks. However, like most girls I tended to put on a tad of spread across my backside during the winter. The result was when I put on the black pants I saw a visible panty line, but failed to change as I would be late to PNC. The men were gentlemen in class and none of them had mentioned it. Besides it was the seventies and panty lines were a big deal to those of the opposite sex.

However, I couldn’t light a candle to the outfit Marcia had worn to the party. A very high-cut white sequined one piece suit she had worn before as a majorette. That suit was tighter than my pants. I could imagine how she had eased it up her legs, grabbed the elastic hem and eased it up over her fleshy hips.

And, then there was her friend she attended college with at night with a rather fetching visible panty line across my bottom seat of her tight black polyester slacks.

This mean that the agreed too plan was for Bart to strike my behind and Duncan spank Marcia. However, if I refuse my spanking, not only would I be seen as a sticky wicket. Marcia and her hiney as liked to call it would remain untouched and without a red hue. This would further displease Duncan, so I decided to take one for the team. I held out hope that my husband would alert Bart to the current state of my poor butt, however I had no such luck! On the contrary in a diabolical turn of events, not only was I turned over our male friend’s lap who had first introduced us to spanking, but unaware and unable to bare my bottom, he used my visible panty line to best light a lasting fire in my already pained rear.

And, just when I thought it could not get any worse, Bart raised his arm high above his shoulder and Duncan popped a fireplace shovel which he clamped down on with his fingers and immediately began whopping the tar out of me with it. The kinetic energy transferred from the shovel into my butt and glute muscles made from forged iron reminded me of a scene in an icon movie. The pain was so great, it quickly became unmanageable although the swats he was dealing me were not on the hard side.

So, my squeals and accompanying kicks he thought were part of the show I was putting on for him. I thought about putting a quick stop to my spanking. However, my husband had already taken Marcia over his lap and was spanking a way to beat the band with a fireplace shovel just like mine. So, I was faced with a dilemma. I could disrupt my hubbie’s fun and worry about my bun later that evening after the Halloween Party or grin and bear it! I chose to let the spanking, all be it unfair when compared to the one Marcia was receiving presently.

“I can’t believe you’re letting Bart spank me when you know my condition, I spouted at Duncan spanking Marcia beside me.

“Well I am. So, untwist your panties and deal with it.”

“Oh Bugger, I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Watch your mouth, missy. You can be a critic, but remember you hooked us up with this couple and agreed to make spanking an important attraction in our marriage.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” I was sore already before Bart got started, so I tried a new tact with the man spanking me. “Hey, sir, please lighten up on that swing some.” Boy was I surprised when he showed some class and lightened the intensity of the swats.

That was until he heard my counterpart, Marcia loose it and break down into sobs across Duncan’s lap. That turned out to be bad for me and my butt, because the metal shovel suddenly rose and fell with a new frenzy. Let’s just say that in the end we both had been reduced to throbbing, sobbing messes with puddle of tears.

Soon there was a stop to our dual spankings as both husbands had come to a ‘quick stop,’ so we each could reach to the next table while still bent over and in the process showed their now even tighter shiny white panty-clad round cheeks down the back of their black slacks.”

“Yes, I will be more careful, sir.” “It’s very unladylike Courtnie and distracts the boys in my class.”

“I put in a little detective work and used your audition tape and compared it to the track I isolated and the voice prints matched!” “So, what does that prove? You old fart,” Courtnie said.

“Courtnie, careful with that talk, young lady or you will be walking bowlegged between classes again like you did after your mother paddled you back in high school.”

“Courtnie, I must admit I’m surprised at you. You were very naughty in class last night.” “How, so,” Courtnie asked in a calm voice.” “Would you like to bypass the humiliation of being expelled?”

“Sure, who wouldn’t?” Courtnie’s vocal tone, batting eyes and warm smile made it obvious to Duncan as I was dressed as a Gibson Girl college coed was buttering him up like a hot biscuit she was serving up to a customer as a waitress at the restaurant.

“That’s not fair. There were others calling out answers too.” “Not after I cleverly edited the broadcast. It was poor genius to offer Courtnie the ‘impromptu spanking while she wasn’t in full control of her senses. Yes, the right time to insure he got to redden her behind was when the college girl’s mind was occupied with the gravity of her actions and possible expulsion.

“Hey, where are all the other voices? Damn it the only clear voice is mine. The others are just a cacophony of different voices that are not identifiable.” Duncan had used the state of the art control panel to isolate the audio channel which Courtnie’s voice was the only one that would be distinguishable when played for the dean of discipline. He informed the shocked, open mouthed brown-eyed girl that if he took this tape to the dean and her audition tape the voice prints would match.

“That’s right, Courtnie and now you are going to slide down your slacks off your round bottom for me and I am going to paddle you like I wanted to back when you were in my class in high school. Back then when I saw you after your mother spanked you with the school paddle, I imagined being a fly on the wall and seeing you get your butt whacked for the ‘school snack’ repeat violation.”