First Period of My Wife’s Game Night

This is a continuation of My wife’s other side is released.

On our first anniversary, my wife and I realized that our lives were getting boring. We were sitting home at home, eating the top of our wedding cake while watching Jeopardy and contemplating if we should go to bed afterwards. I know, typically for newlyweds “going to bed early” is just code for screwing until the sunrises. We still did that, but we were also just as happy laying down next to each other and falling asleep. We were acting like an old boring couple, were their entire non-work life rotates around their mate. It is comforting individually, but also lonely as a couple.

So on that day we decided to do something new and get more involved with our friends. Not our friends as a couple, but our individual friends. We would each spend one night a week out with our friends. Hopefully this would bring in more social activities for us to go as a couple also. One of my groomsmen was in a weekly poker game while Justine decided she would start a games night with some of her old girlfriends. I hit up my groomsmen and got an invitation for the next week.

Everything went well for the first couple of months. I’d go play poker on Tuesday and Justine went to her friend’s Deli’s place to play games on Thursday. We started getting invited to go out with other couples for dinner and parties, exactly like we wanted. I thought should have been concerned. Things were going a little too good.

In mid may Deli had to be out of town on a business trip, so Justine hosted. I was supposed to work late, but the dinner meeting got canceled so I ended arriving home before any of girls got there.

“Hi honey, your home early,” Justine said cautiously. “Didn’t you have some meeting?”

“Yea, it was canceled.” I sat my bag on the kitchen counter then stole a kiss. Yum! Her lips tasted like strawberries. I snatched a freshly cleaned on out of the sink while she was still looking at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your night.”

“I’m sure you won’t interrupt, but the girls should be here soon. You may want to grab something to eat if you want to avoid them.” She turned back to finishing preparing the fruit platter while I checked the fridge for leftovers.

Pizza, score! Leftover pizza, a couple bottles of beer and a Blackhawks win would make a great evening for myself. It did turn out to be a great evening, even if the Blackhawks lost. I slide the pizza into the microwave and headed upstairs to change when I noticed the stack of boxes on the little desk next to the dinning table. Candyland, Monopoly, Sorry!, Shoots and Ladders, and Clue were stacked up.

“What are these for?” I asked.

“Oh, those are some of the games we play.”

“These? I thought you played card games. Like bridge or rummy.”

“We switch it up each week.”

“OK….” I said making my way upstairs. T-shirt and blue jeans were much more comfortable than a suit and tie. I was returning to fetch my dinner when the doorbell rang. I opened the front door to find Kelly, Veronica and Naomi. “Hi girls, Justine is in the kitchen.”

“Hey Mike, I thought you were going to be gone,” Kelly asked as the all got inside.

“My meeting was canceled. Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your fun,” I said securing the door.

“But you can be fun too,” Veronica whispered as she passed slipped by.

All the women already had glasses of wine by the time I reached the kitchen. “Spectacular!” I mumbled under my breath. I hoped the wine wouldn’t get them too loud to drown out my hockey game. I just grabbed my microwaved leftover pizza, a cold beer and went straight for the couch and 52′ of HD glory.

“So what should we play tonight?” Justine asked from the other side of the combined kitchen-dinning room-family room.

“Lets play Sorry!” Kelly mentioned.

“Sounds good to me.” Veronica said.

“OK.” Justine pulled out the box and sat it on the table. Opening it, she started going through the special rules. “A quick review of the rules, you get 4 players…” I kind of lost interest, especially with a fight breaking out. 5 minutes into the first period and a fight already, this is going to be a good game.

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“SORRY!” Kelly yelled from across the room. The sudden outburst immediately drew my attention, more out of annoyance than interest. The ‘Hawks were dominating the glass. I any moment they could score and take a 1-0 lead. I glanced over towards the girls, intending to only look for a second, then return to the game. Intentions also pave the way to hell.

“You Bitch!” Veronica shot back then grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Her black bra strap stood out against her white back. What kind of game were they playing? Strip Sorry!? Well this could be interesting. I turned the TV volume down a little bit and slide a little lower into the couch. Maybe they would forget about me.

“HEY!” Justine yelled on Naomi’s next turn. “That was not nice!” She then stood up and shimmied off her blue jeans. I couldn’t make out much, but it appeared like she had on one of her nicer pairs of black panties.

A full round and a half progressed without any commotion so my attention started to wander back to the hockey game. Women sitting half naked is only mildly interesting after a while. There isn’t really much difference between a bra and panties and a bikini. I’d seen everyone of them revealing more at the beach.

“Damn it!” I heard Naomi blurt out. I watched her out of the side of my eye, trying to guess which piece of clothing should would take off. “You can do it Kelly,” she said as she stood up. Kelly could do what? I slightly turned my head in order to get a better view of the girls.

“Yay.” Kelly exclaimed lightly. Naomi rounded the end of the table while Kelly slide her chair back from the table. The next thing I realize, Naomi is draping herself over Kelly’s lap and Kelly is picking a ruler off the table. I sunk a little lower in the L shaped couch and peeked over the back to watch. Kelly spanked the ruler down in four quick swats.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Ouch!” Naomi yelped on the last spank. “That one hurt.”

“Well its supposed to be a punishment,” Kelly smirked. My wife and Veronica giggled at that.

As she raised herself off Kelly’s lap, I slipped down out of her possible view. I didn’t want the show in the kitchen to stop. It was more interesting than the hockey game. I twisted round so it would look like I had been watching the game the whole time.

Two plays later Veronica yelled out “Sorry Kelly!” and moved something on the bored.

“Damn it!” Kelly said then stripped off her blouse. From her back, I could tell she was wear a pink strapless number. Too bad she wasn’t on the other side of the table.

Justine just moved her piece farther along. Naomi though wasn’t so nice. “You did spank a little hard, so lose another piece!” Naomi said gleefully.

“No fair!” Kelly pleaded, but stood up to comply with the rule. “Wait until I get a sorry!” She wiggled out of her tight fitting jeans, showing off her bubble butt encased in pink lace. She didn’t sit back down, rather just picked up her hand and toss in a card. “Justine, you can do the honors,” she said ruefully as she made her way round to my wife.

My wife slide back her chair and guided the blonde across her lap. She didn’t waste any time bringing the ruler quickly down onto the panty-covered bottom. Veronica and the table blocked most of my view though I don’t believe Kelly reacted very much. At least she didn’t verbally, unlike her two on lookers who couldn’t stop from giggling.

I ducked down as Kelly got up and returned to her seat. I waited until the I heard her chair slide across the floor before taking another look.

“You had to knock off my piece?” Naomi complain on Justine’s turn.

“Sorry, it was in the way,” Justine replied.

Veronica laughed, “So blouse or panties.” Naomi choose the blouse option, revealing her bra to the girls, but not me. Kelly sitting directly between me and the view.

The girls went almost two full rounds before Veronica lost another piece of clothing. This time Kelly was the instigator, which earned her a little nudge from her friend. I though believe Veronica remembered I was seated behind her, because she took her time getting up from her chair. She unbuttoned her jeans, then slowly rocked her hips as she eased them over her yoga-toned booty. The black thong left little to the imagination when she bent at the waist to lower her jeans then step out of them. It was like a mini-strip show, just for me.

On Justine’s next turn she tossed in a card resentfully, “hmmm, Veronica you can do it.” I took a guess it must be my wife’s turn to get spanked and she didn’t disappoint me when she rounded the table, then laid over Veronica’s bare thighs.

“Ohh, 8,” Veronica cooed, taking the ruler from Naomi. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Veronica took her time, putting 3-4 seconds between spank. She must not have been spanking very hard, since Justine barely reacted to any of them. I generally could get a reaction after 1, let alone 8.

“That’s what you get for being in the lead,” Kelly giggled as my wife got up.

“I’ll make sure to spank you harder next time,” Justine quipped.

“There won’t be a next time!” Kelly stated.

“I doubt that!” Justine responded taking her seat. I glanced back at the tv to see the first intermission was just starting. Normally this would be time for a bathroom break and pizza refill, but not tonight with the girls between me and the fridge. If the second period was anything like the first, I was going to be watching much hockey.

Executioner – Playing or Punishing

As a writer, it is important to create a complete picture of the situation, and to create this picture you need to be able to answer all the major questions; What, when, where, why, who and how? At least that is what my professors have told me.

Continuing the miniseries on the details of a spanking, today we get to the Who. Since most spankings involve two people, I am going to simply things a little and say the spankee is always an adult female. This just leaves the spanker. I know that technically a girl can be spanked by anyone, however realistically there are only so many different types of spankers. The types are who I will deal with today.

To make today’s post more than just a simple list of types of spankers, lets look at the level of consent and sexual element for such a spanking. I was considering also doing the the chances of the girl talking the person out of a spanking, but that isn’t any fun. Outside of a handful of Asian countries, there is a minimal level of consent on behalf of the girl, otherwise it is criminal and not really relevant here. Also the Sexual Element does not necessary mean sexual arousal by the spanker or girl, but rather sexual tension. Therefore I am assuming a high level of consent and high sexual element are more likely to be playful, even in the context of a discipline situation, than those with a low level of consent and low sexual element.

Spanker Consent Sexual Element
Mother Low None
Father Low Minimal
Boyfriend / Husband / Significant other High High
Aunt Low-Medium Minimal-Low
Uncle Low-Medium Minimal-Low
Older Sibling Medium Minimal-Low
Grandmother Low Minimal
Grandfather Low Minimal
Governess (historically) Low Low
Mentor High Minimal-Low
Teacher / Professor Low-Medium Low-Medium
Dean / Headmaster Low-Medium Low
Boss Medium Medium
Co-worker High Medium-High
Sorority Member / Pledge Mistress Medium-High Medium-High
Coach Medium-High Low-Medium
Roommate High Medium-High
Friend’s Parent Medium-High Medium-High
Minister / Religious Leader Low-Medium Low-Medium
Nun Low-Medium Low
Cult Leader Medium Medium-High
Knight (historically) Low Medium
Military Officer (historically) Low Medium
Slave Owner (historically) None High

What happens in Vegas, hurts at home

Gina Graves couldn’t believe how much her head ached. The back seat of the Tahoe spun slowly as she regained her senses. She could make out Kara Fitzpatrick driving and the remaining 3 girls of her bachelorette party asleep. Thinking about it now, she couldn’t remember much after they got into the limo and started doing Patron shots.

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“I hear you had a good time at your bachelorette party.” Cloris Fitzpatrick asked her future daughter-in-law.

“Hmm, yea.” Gina answered tentatively.

“Vegas was everything you expected?” Cloris asked before sipping her tea.

“Yea, we had a really great time.”

“So you think it’s appropriate for a respectable young lady to be getting drunk in a strange city?”

“We were all together, drinking at the hotel’s bar and really didn’t consume very much.” Gina tried to reassure the older lady, without fully knowing if it was true.

“What about the dancing on a tables?” Cloris asked nonchalantly causing Gina to become a little frightened. She hadn’t known they danced on a table. “Or the skinny dipping, or streaking or making out with one of your bridesmaids?”

“What?” Mrs. Graves asked their guest.

Gina glanced at Jessica then over towards Kara who had began blushing. Gina’s memory was still quite hazy from the night before, but admitting it to her mother would just get her in more trouble.

“I happened to find a bunch of interesting pictures on Facebook this morning,” Cloris said as she reached into her purse to retrieve your phone.

“Oh?” June answered. The three girls looked at each other, fearful of what they had mistakenly posted the night before.

Cloris pressed a few buttons on her iPhone then leaned over towards June to show her what she’d found. With a couple flicks of the finger, June went from curious to shocked to angry to disappointed.

“My Kara knows the consequence for such behavior involves the cane,” Cloris said as she continued flicking through the pictures.

“My girls have yet to experience the cane, but it seems now is an appropriate time to introduce them.”

“But Mom, I’m getting married tomorrow!” Gina exclaimed.

“Tomorrow is the optimum word there, young lady. Until the I do’s, you are your father’s and my responsibility, and I intend to punish you for such grossly obscene behavior.”

“Well I was thinking since they acted together, they should be punished together, so I happened to bring the cane I use on Kara,” Cloris said.

“Oh? Well if we are going to get to the rehearsal on time we should get underway right now.”

“Agreed. Over the sofa?”

“Should work. Girls, get behind the sofa and drop your jeans and panties!” June commanded. Gina and Jessica glanced at each other then got up to follow their mother’s command.

“Kara, go get the cane from the trunk then you can join the Graves sisters.” Cloris add when Kara didn’t move. Kara scampered out to their car while Gina and Jessica took their place behind the sofa and lowered their jeans and panties. The pulled down their shirts in the front to attempt to preserve some modesty, but it exposed their backsides even more. When Kara returned with the cane she was greeted by a pair of white bums, which she soon matched. All three girls knew their mother would just great rebellion with more strokes.

“So you do have some modesty? The pictures don’t seem to confer it.” The girls all blushed at this. “So how do you do the cane?” June asked her fellow mother.

“Kara gets a set number or strokes per infraction. I intend on giving her 16; 6 each for streaking and skinny dipping and 4 for excessive drinking.” All three girls eyes got as large as saucers when they heard their sentence was 16 strokes.

“Sounds fair, but isn’t 6 traditionally the most ever given at one time?” June asked.

“Yea, ‘6 of the best’ is the old school limit for the cane. I was thinking 8 now and 8 in the morning.”

“But Mom, tomorrow is my wedding!” Gina pleaded.

“It’ll definitely help the girls remember to behave at the reception.” June said to Cloris before turning to her daughter.

“Would you prefer all 16 today?”

“I don’t want any with the cane,” Gina responded.

“Me neither!” Jessica chimed in.

“Your behavior last night warrants it,” June said to both of her daughters then looking explicitly at Gina, “Any more lip from you and you can enjoy your hairbrush too. Now lets get going. Jessica your first so bend over the sofa. You two take a couple steps back so you can see the trouble you got her into.”

June picked up the cane and swished it a few times while Jessica bent herself over the back of the sofa. Not knowing anything else, she got in the normal position she would as if she was getting the paddle, with the front top of her hips resting on the top of the sofa back, her tights straight down along the back of the sofa and her head buried in the cushion. The position exemplified the fullness of her butt.

Gina became a little jealous of her sister’s bottom as she watched her get into position, just like every other time she’d seen Jessica spanked.

Cloris leaned over and whispered into June’s ear, “Do you know what gating is?” June shook her head. “Well with the cane it’s every effective to place horizontal strokes then a diagonal one at the end. In this case, I recommend 6 horizontal ones then a diagonal one in each direction.” June thought for a moment then nodded.

“Jessica, why are you getting spanked?” June asked as she tapped the cane across her daughter’s bottom.

Jessica tensed up her lower cheeks at the contact. “For streaking, skinny dipping and drinking.” She gripped onto the cushion so hard she could feel her fingers through the fabric.

CRACK! “OOOUUUCCCHHHH!” Having never experienced the cane before, she didn’t understand the sting from a stroke would build upon it’s own as the blood rushed back into the impact site.

CRACK! “OOOWWWWWEEE!!!” Gina and Kara watched anxiously as a second red line appeared on Jessica’s bottom. They both knew that soon their bottoms would be feeling the cane.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! June brought the cane down over and over until six parallel lines decorated Jessica’s bottom. Jessica yelped with each new stroke, and allowed her tears to splash down onto the cushion in between.

CRACK! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Jessica cried out as she picked the cushion off the sofa and hit it back down. Six little purple ovals quickly appeared where the diagonal stroke contacted each of the parallel ones. Gina and Kara were memorized at the changed undergoing in Jessica’s bottom before them.

CRACK! “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIEEEEEE!” Jessica wiggled about and flayed her legs back and forth as she tried in vain to get up. Gina and Kara could hear her clearly crying, but only saw the red and purple backside wiggling about.

“Honey, you can stay right there while the other two get theirs,” June comforted with a gentle touch to Jessica’s lower back.

“Kara, your next,” Cloris stated as she took the cane from June and motioned for Kara to get take her place next to Jessica. Kara resigned herself to her fate and step forward to the sofa the draped herself over the back. She planted her feet flat on the floor with her toes against the bottom of the sofa then bent at the knees and waist until the back of the sofa rested just below her breasts. Finally she reached down and held onto the base of the back cushion of the sofa. This ‘Z’-like position was how Cloris preferred the cane Kara, because it stuck out her bottom, away from her body and tights, allowing any part to be easily targeted by the cane.

“Ready?” Cloris asked her daughter.

“Yes mother.” Kara answered sheepishly.

“What was that?”

“Yes, mother. I am ready to receive my punishment.” Kara responded as she blushed deeper.

CRACK! “Grrrrr! One!” Kara cried out as Cloris bit the cane into the top of her cheeks.

Cloris slowly counted to 15 in her head before placing the next stroke a cane width’s below the first. Cloris repeated this procedure until she had 6 parallel red lines on Kara’s rear end. Kara just grunted after each stroke, then counted it out loud. Cloris waited twice along before whipping the cane in an arc to catch Kara diagonally.

CRACK! “OOOOUUCCCHHH! Essstt! Seavan!” Kara cried out with a clear wetness in her voice.

CRACK! “OOOWWWEEEEE! Snifff ATTEE!” Kara shimmied her hips forward and back trying to get some kind of breeze across her backside.

“Kara, you can move forward until your bending over the sofa like Jessica while Gina gets hers,” Cloris stated as she handed the cane off to June.

“Mother, please! I am a grown woman who’ll be married tomorrow. This is not necessary,” Gina pleaded.

“The pictures tell a different story. Married or not, no daughter of mine will act in such a vulgar manner and go unpunished. Now get that tushy over the back of the sofa or I’ll go get my hairbrush and use it to prep your rear end for the cane!” June stated.

It took Gina barely a second to weight her options. Stand her ground half naked and probably get the hairbrush THEN caned, or take the caning like the other two girls. Either way left her receiving the cane, so she might as well take it on a white bottom than a red bottom. Gina trudged herself forward until the back of the sofa provided her some privacy then bent forward, to position herself just like her little sister had 5 minute prior.
CRACK! “uuuuhhhhh” Gina let out a low guttural groan as the line of fire burnt into her bottom. She was instantly glad that this was the first and last punishment she’d ever take from a cane.

Over and over June brought the cane down onto Gina’s bottom, and over and over Gina took the strokes stoically, only a low groan or grunt indicating her pain. The first diagonal stroke created more of a reaction, but little additional noise. Gina flew her head upwards until she looked straight ahead, but didn’t allow a single gasp to escape her lips.

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Gina cringed a little as she sat next to Jeff in the back of the limo. Jeff, noticing his new wife’s distress asked, “Honey, are you ok?”

“Oh…hmm… yea, this dress is just a little tight,” Gina tried to answer confidently, even through the throbbing in her bottom told a different story. Kara, Jessica and Maria happened to overhear Gina’s response and couldn’t help but giggle some. They had already opened and drank half a bottle of cheap champagne while the newlyweds were taking pictures besides the limo.
Jeff knew from the bridesmaids giggling that Gina was leaving something out. “What’s wrong honey?”

“A red derriere?” Jessica giggled as she reached to refill her glass.

“Hu?” Jeff asked. Now the attention of the entire wedding party was focused on the bride.

Gina leaned over and whispered in Jeff’s ear, “I got caned last night and this morning because of a few things we did while in Vegas.”

Jeff placed his hand over his mouth trying to contain his laughter. Containing himself, barely, he whispered back, “only you?”

“No, Jessica and Kara too,” was Gina’s response.

Jeff couldn’t help himself as he shouted out “So Jessica and Kara, what did you do to get caned by your moms?”

Kara and Jessica froze as their faces flashed from white to as red as their bottoms. The groomsmen all chuckled some while Maria sunk back into her seat as she blushed lightly.

“Come on, let us see!” Mark shouted from behind the driver.

Jessica looked over Kara who arched her eyebrows back. “Hey, why not?” each girl thought. The alcohol was already flowing nicely through their blood, cutting all inhibitions to nil.
Kara and Jessica switched places with the bride and groom then turned around so they were kneeling on the seat, facing the back of the car. They looked at each other and smiled before grabbing the hem of their dresses and wiggling it up to their waists. Neither had dared to put panties on under their dresses because of welts, and they didn’t want a panty-line, so as the hemline cleared their tights, the tramlines became visible to everyone in the wedding party.

Cat-calls came from a couple of the groomsmen. The attention encouraged the girls to ham it up a bit by wiggling their bottoms as if the red lines are badges of courage.

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Everyone had a great time at the reception. Kara found out Jeff’s best friend was quite interesting while Jeff’s other friend in the wedding party was just the type Jessica was looking for. Both girls snuck out of the party early to go up the Mark’s hotel room so the guys could ‘examine’ their welts more closely. The girls didn’t mind showing off their wounds, so long as the guys probed them deeply. At one point, the girls were both getting it from behind when they looked at each other, knowing if pictures of this night got out, they’d be up for another dose of the cane. If it was the cost of admission for a night like this, it as well worth it they both thought.

The bride wasn’t as lucky as her bridesmaids. She got lucky on her wedding night, but she first had to pay her new husband for her sins during her bachelorette party. When they arrived at their hotel room, Jeff first pulled his new bride across his knee. He pulled up the back of her wedding dress and slowly and playfully spanked her bottom while questioning her about the party. Gina had never knew a spanking could arouse her, until Jeff started, so she eagerly confessed all of the sins she could remember, or had seen in pictures. Once Jeff was satisfied Gina had told him everything, he had her strip off the wedding dress then kneel on the end of the bed. The alcohol and hormones had taken over Gina’s common sense so she eagerly complied. The 17 belt strokes Jeff laid onto her red and bruised bottom got mixed up on their transmission from her bottom to her brain, creating an unique feeling of painful pleasure. Jeff didn’t allow the last swat anytime to sink in before taking his new wife deeply from behind.

“You can expect a similar punishment when ever you are naughty, Mrs Fitzpatrick!” Jeff growled into his wife’s ear as he bent over her back, keeping up a steady rhythm.

“YES uuuhhh SIRRREE! Gina screamed out.