Nancy and the Neighbors

The house Nancy and Roger shared was in a quiet suburb outside of town.  Their nearest neighbors were separated by a thick stand of trees.  Nevertheless, said neighbors had introduced themselves soon after they’d moved in, and the two families had gotten to be good friends. 

Bob and Alice were only a year or two older than Roger.  They had been married three years and were just starting to think of expanding their family.  Bob worked at a construction company, as evidenced by his thickly muscled arms and permanent tan.  Alice was a lovely woman with thick curves and equally thick dark hair.  She had a particular talent for sewing equally gorgeous dresses.

The families often met up together for dinks, bridge or just to chat.  Alice and Nancy shared recipes and Bob and Roger traded baseball statistics.  One night in early September, the families shared quite a bit more.

Dinner that night was at Bob and Alice’s.  Alice made up pigs in a blanket to nibble while they played a game of bridge.  A roast cooked slowly in the oven, perfuming the house.  Among other talents, Bob was fantastic at mixing drinks.  Tonight, he was making gimlets and the vodka was pouring generously.  Altogether, it was shaping up to be a lovely night.

Perhaps that was what got into the ladies.  Perhaps it was just the lovely Indian-summer evening.  Either way, Nancy and Alice started comparing notes on their husbands’ prowess in bed.  It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time that Bob and Roger had been near enough to overhear.

“He lasts forever,” Alice giggled tipsily.  The ladies were standing just inside the kitchen while Bob and Roger watched the intro of I love Lucy.  “I swear he must take something!  But, honestly, sometimes he wears me out.  I get tired, you know?”

Nancy shook her head.  “Roger is good about that.  He usually keeps me on edge until he finishes, and it makes things so nice.  I just wish he wanted it more often.  During the week he’s tired a lot and just wants my mouth.” 

Alice nodded glumly.  “Yeah, sometimes Bob is like that too.”

“What am I like, exactly?”  Bob said from right behind her.  Alice jumped and let out a little shriek. 

“You startled me.”  She smacked her husband’s arm lightly, laughing.  She didn’t notice that Bob wasn’t laughing along.

“Well, Alice? What am I like?”

“Oh, you know,” Alice demurred.  “We were just making girl talk.”

Roger came up beside bob and crossed his arms.  “So we heard.  Too tired for you, am I Nancy?”

Bob mirrored the action.  “And I take too long?”

Nancy chucked nervously.  “I’m sorry dear, we didn’t mean anything by it.  Girls talk, you know.”

Roger didn’t move.  “Girls talk?  And how would you feel if you heard me telling Bob what you like in our bed.”

Nancy flushed a little, beginning to feel bad.  “Really, dear, I’m sorry.  We didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Bob nodded slowly.  “That may be.  But I’m not very fond of the idea of my wife discussing our conjugal secrets with all her girlfriends.  Are you, Roger?”  Roger shook his head.  “Tell me, ladies, do you discuss all aspects of married life?”

Alice shrugged uneasily.  “I don’t know.  I guess?”

“Do you discuss your discipline?”

Suddenly the room was very quiet.  Alice and Nancy shared a glance of dawning comprehension.  From the other room they could hear Lucy saying something silly while Ricky scolded her.  Neither of them spoke.

“Well,” Bob prompted.  “Do you discuss your spankings?”

Nancy gave the tiniest nod. “Sometimes.” 

Roger and Bob shared a glance over their wives’ bent heads.  Roger quirked a brow and Bob smiled just a little.  In unison, they approached.

“You know, Bob, I do want us all to be good friends,” Roger said lightly.  “And the girls are right, friends share things.  Perhaps we should share a little more.”

Bob lifted Alice’s chin.  He looked deep into her eyes, but his words were for Roger.  “Maybe we should.  It would be awfully helpful if we shared tips on keeping these ladies in line, don’t you think?”  Alice blushed a dark red and tried to duck her chin back down.  Bob didn’t let her.  “In fact, how about we collaborate?”

Roger grinned like a shark.  “Collaborate?  You mean spank these naughty ladies together?”

“Exactly.”

Nancy’s heart was all the way down in her shoes.  Spanked here?  Right in front of Bob and Alice?  Would Roger make her follow their usual script?  It was too embarrassing even to consider, yet it seemed to be happening all the same.

“Alice,” Bob instructed.  “Go fetch both ping pong paddles, please.”  To Roger he said, “As your host, I’m happy to provide the necessary... tools, shall we say.  Fortunately, Alice’s normal paddle is part of a pair.”

“I haven’t used a ping pong paddle on Nancy yet,” Roger commented idly.  “It will be an excellent learning experience for us both.”  Nancy whimpered.

When Alice returned, Bob dragged two of the kitchen chairs out and set them facing each other.  “Will this do?  I’d like to be close enough to see your technique.”

Roger responded by pulling Nancy over to the closest chair.  He sat and beckoned her across his lap.  Moments later the two men were facing each other over their wives’ upturned bottoms.  Slowly, Roger dragged Nancy’s skirt up.  “I spank on the bare, Bob, what about you?”

Bob made a seesaw gesture.  “I spank Alice on her skirt, then her panties, then her bare bottom.”

Roger paused, then smoothed Nancy’s skirt back down.  “Interesting!  I’ll try that.  Before we get started though, Nancy and I need a little word.”  He ran a gentle hand over her vulnerable backside.  “Why are you being spanked Nancy?”

Oh g-d!  How much worse could this get?  “For talking about our sex life.”  Her voice was low and quavery.  What would Alice think of her?

“That’s right.  Now, what do you say?”

Nancy’s stomach squirmed with embarrassment.  “Please give me a good spanking.” 

Bob burst out laughing.  “You make her ask for it?  I love that.”  Nancy closed her eyes and wished she could disappear.  “Well, Alice?  Should I spank you?”

Alice grunted crossly.  “You’re going to no matter what.”  There was a loud smacking sound, then she added grudgingly, “Yes, Bob.  You should spank me.”

“Quite the attitude!  I can see why you need to use a paddle regularly,” Roger commented. 

Bob nodded.  “Alice can get quite hoity-toity when her backside isn’t regularly paddled.”

A moment later there was another smacking sound, then another.  Nancy tenses up instinctively.  A sharp smack landed on her own skirted derriere!  It felt odd to have the fabric in the way.  Nancy had never been spanked over clothes, not even as a child.  The soft cotton dulled the sting, but made the impact seem deeper.  Roger spanked her again.

At first, the two men were out of synch, Roger paddling at his usual steady pace while Bob spanked much faster.  After a minute, though, they began to match each other’s rhythm, one slowing while the other sped up.  Soon, they were spanking in perfect time.  Nancy spared a thought to how poetic that was, but most of her attention was focused on her slow-roasted buns!

The spanks rained down relentlessly.  After about two more minutes, Bob paused.  “I think it’s about time to raise these skirts.”  Roger nodded and the men peeled up their wives’ skirts, leaving their pantied bottoms open to attack. 

“Wow, Bob!  Those are some undies Alice has!”  Nancy risked a glance and saw that Alice’s underwear were pink lace which showed her equally pinked bottom beautifully.  She was suddenly a little ashamed of her own boring, white panties.

“She gets them downtown.  They cost a bundle, but I think they’re worth it.”

“Hm!” Roger agreed.  “I might have to look into that.  What do you think, dear?”  Nancy sobbed, utterly humiliated.  Roger shrugged and put a hand to her bottom.  “We’ll discuss it later.  For now, I need to warm your panties up!”

SMACK!  The punishment resumed, louder now in the echoing kitchen.  Nancy stole another glance and was captured by the sight of Bob’s huge, muscular arm swinging down into Alice’s voluptuous bottom.  It was quite a sight; Alice’s butt rippled with the force of each blow. 

The paddle caught her left sit spot and Nancy’s attention was forced back to her own predicament.  Her panties offered much less protection and the spanking was starting to sting badly.  She clutched the legs of the chair and tried to stay composed while her husband paddled her firmly.

Just as she was losing the fight against open sobs, Bob stopped again.  “There, that’s a good warm-up I think.”

Roger tucked his fingers into her panties at the small of her back, then paused.  “Nancy, how should a naughty wife be spanked?”

Too humiliated and flustered, Nancy didn’t catch his gist.  “Hard?” she guessed.  Roger laughed out loud, Bob echoing him.

“Indeed, but how should her bottom be presented?”

Now Nancy caught on.  Her face as red as her nates, she squeaked out “bare!”

“Very good.”  Roger peeled her panties down to her knees and rubbed the rough surface of the ping pong paddle over her vulnerable cheeks.  “I’ll be happy to give you a hard spanking on your bare bottom, my dear.”

His jovial tone was twice as bad with an extra audience.  Nancy sobbed openly, broken before he laid another smack.  Not that it stopped Roger, oh no.  He was unyielding in his discipline.  Moments later the paddle exploded on her bare behind.  A second later she heard a yelp as Bob followed suit.  Once again, the men fell into a rhythm.  Their paddles fell regularly and relentlessly, thrashing tenderized cheeks.  Alice soon broke composure too and both women squalled as their bottoms were beaten scarlet.

“Say Bob,” Roger called out, not pausing in his efforts, “I have a thought.”

“Mmm?” 

“What say we give these ladies a chance to compare properly?  You seemed to have your own style when we started out.  I think it would be very educational for Nancy to feel it.”

Now Bob paused as well.  He seemed to consider for a moment while both women held their breath.  Neither dared protest aloud, worried that any fuss might seal their fate.  Their care was moot, however.  Bob finally nodded, a grim smile on his lips.  “You might have something there.  Alice has gotten a bit too used to me, I think.  It might not hurt to have her bottom walloped by someone else.”

“Oh, but Bobby darling,” Alice began.  Silence hadn’t worked, so she was trying for groveling.  “I couldn’t bear that!”

“You can and you will.”  Bob upended his wife and set her on her feet.  “Get that big fanny of yours over to Roger.  He’s going to give you something new to think about!”

Nancy felt Roger guiding her up as well.  In a moment she was eye to eye with Alice. 

The other woman’s mascara was smeared, and her cheeks streaked with grey tears.  Her lovely brunet hair was a mess, and her skirt was still tucked up over her back while her lovely lace panties trailed from one ankle.  In short, she looked like a thoroughly punished wife.  Nancy didn’t need to wonder if she looked the same.

Roger landed a light slap on her poor butt.  “Go on, my dear.”  Nancy shuffled awkwardly over to Bob, her panties still twisted around her knees.  He patted his broad lap.  For a moment, Nancy was to overcome to move.  Could she really submit to another man?  Then Bob took hold of her wrist and pulled her firmly down over his knees.  His thick denim pants scratched the bare skin of her thighs and belly.  One of his huge hands cupped her cheeks, each in turn, much like a grandmother fondling fruit at the grocery store.

“Nancy has a much smaller fanny than you, Alice,” he remarked.  “I’ll have to be careful not to spank it clean off!”

Roger laughed.  “No worry there, Nancy’s naughty bottom can take a good tanning.”  Nancy peeked over and saw that he too was taking the measure of his new canvas.

“Glad to know it.  You said you want me to use my normal method?”

“Yes; let’s give these ladies a taste of some different medicine.”

Bob’s hand disappeared.  Nancy tensed, but nothing could stop the painful paddling she had coming.  Bob’s strong arm descended on her upthrust buttocks.

He paddled fast and hard, the spanks landing so quickly that they seemed to be all one continuous volley.  Nancy could barely catch her breath as her bottom was mercilessly peppered.  She began to squirm madly, desperate to get out of the line of fire.  Bob simply clamped a hand on her back and held her down.  Trapped, she yowled like a cat.  Her poor bottom blazed under the flurry.

Finally, finally, Bob stopped, resting the paddle on her upper back. 

“Bright red,” he said with satisfaction.  “That should do it.”  Nancy sniffled with pathetic gratitude. 

Her own misery over, Nancy had the presence of mind to look over and see how Alice was doing.

It was very strange to see another woman over Roger’s lap.  Was that what she looked like bent over his knees?  Alice was wailing and kicking as Roger kept a slow, even time.  Her butt was flame red.  The jiggle of it under the paddle was even more marked now that Roger was spanking her so slowly.  Nancy watched those lovely, fat cheeks bounce with a curl of guilty pleasure.  There was something heady in watching another woman suffer one of her husband’s relentless punishments.

She and Bob watched as Roger methodically paddled Alice for another minute or so.  Eventually he stopped and looked over.  “I think she’s properly roasted,” he observed to Bob. 

“Let’s see,” Bob said.  He stood Nancy up and gave her a light push.  “Go stand side by side and we’ll compare colors.

Her upper cheeks as red as the lower pair, Nancy walked over to stand beside Alice.

“Just about!” Bob said cheerfully.  “Those are two well toasted tails.” Nancy heard a clink behind her and realized that the men were toasting.  Another tear rolled down her hot cheek.

For the next hour, Alice and Nancy stood in opposite corners of the living room, showing off their husbands’ hard work.  Before Nancy and Roger left late in the evening, Bob invited them back for a double punishment anytime.

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