From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Under A Watchful Eye (F/F spank voy)
Date: 27 Jun 1995 05:01:34 GMT

                      Under A Watchful Eye

   "Are you sure you can just be content to hide and watch?" Joy
asked her husband.
   Ben nodded vigorously.  "Trust me.  You won't hear a peep from
me.  But are _you_ sure that you can get her to deliver?"
   It was Joy's turn to nod.  "I'm pretty sure.  I did what you
said and maneuvered the conversation perfectly.  She thinks that
spanking is the surest method of discipline."
   Ben was doubtful.  "Well, maybe she thinks that way about
children, but what about adults?"
   Joy smiled.  "She seemed to indicate that she had no problems
blistering a mature ass."
   "Um, are you sure about this?"
   Joy looked puzzled.  "What do you mean?"
   "Well, you really don't like to be spanked _too_ hard.  I
think that if you force her to do it, she will paddle you pretty
hard and probably for quite a long time.  I mean, compared to our
usual sessions."
   Joy did fret a bit about that.  "Well, I _did_ promise you
that I would give you anything for your birthday; I'll go through
with it."
   Ben suddenly backed off a bit.  "I don't want you to do it if
you think you won't like it."
   Joy reassured him, "Hey, don't worry about it.  I think that I
_need_ to do it.  You know my limits a bit too well, so you never
go past them.  I need to see if I can."
   It took a bit more reassurance, but Ben finally agreed (with a
feeling of great jubilation).  They spent the remainder of the
evening planning out their exact moves.

   "So where did Benjamin go this evening," Aunt Dee asked Joy as
she sat down at the table for a cup of coffee.
   Joy shrugged a bit.  "Marvin called begging Ben to take his
place on the team."
   Aunt Dee sighed.  "I'll never understand Benjamin's
fascination with bowling.  It was the same with my dear Fred,
Benjamin's uncle.  I swear that Fred paid more attention to his
bowling balls than he did to me.  You watch Benjamin.  If he ever
starts neglecting you the way Fred did me, give him a few
reminders about his marital duties."
   Joy looked fascinated.  "Whatever do you mean?"
   Aunt Dee smiled.  "Fred, God rest his soul, Was a very
methodical man."  She lowered her voice, though no one but the
two of them was within earshot.  "He made love to me twice a week
at 8:30 in the evening.  Ever Tuesday and Friday like clockwork. 
Those were our nights.  We never had company and we never made
plans to go out on those nights.  Once the grandfather clock
struck, up the stairs we would go and hit the bed.  Fred was even
punctual about his finish.  I remember it so well.  He was inside
me by 8:47 (very little foreplay with him, don't you know) and he
finished at 9:30 on the dot.  On my birthday, he would take a
little extra time and finish up at 10:00, but that was the only
break in the schedule."
   Joy looked shocked.  "It must have been boring."
   "On the contrary, he was very thorough.  He always brought me
to an orgasm at least once during our 'special' hour together.  I
do so miss him."
   "Haven't you been seeing anyone else?  After all, you're only
forty-six years old."
   "Oh, I've been out occasionally, but on those rare occasions
when I let a man into my bed, I've been disappointed.  Men!  The
only thing they're good for, they're not good at."
   Both women laughed about the little joke.  Then Joy gradually
shifted the conversation to the area of marital problems.
   "Well," Aunt Dee was saying, "when Shelby, my daughter-in-law,
started running up Byron's phone bill to outrageous proportions,
I just told him straight out that he needed to turn her across
his knee and paddle her bottom."
   Joy let out a gasp.  "You didn't!"
   "You bet I did.  Byron got his bottom warmed all throughout
his school years, even college.  As long as he lived under my
roof, he was young enough to be spanked."
   "What did he do?  About his wife, I mean."
   "Bah!  He let her go right on doing it.  'She'd charge me with
spousal abuse,' he would whine to me.  Finally it got to the
point where I just took matters into my own hands!"
   Ben had told Joy all about what Aunt Dee had done, but she
really did want Aunt Dee's side of it.  "What did you do?"
   Aunt Dee let out a laugh.  "Byron always bowls on Thursday
evenings (he takes after his father), so I just waited until
Thursday night and I dropped in 'unexpectedly.'"
   "And..."
   "And when I got there, she was, of course, on the phone to
some friend clear across the damn country.  I told her to cut it
short because we needed to talk.  She told me to mind my own
business.  I grabbed that phone right out of her hand and hung it
up.  She was furious.  She screamed and yelled and carried on so. 
Finally I told her that I'd taken about all I was going to take
from her and I upended her and in moments her bare bottom was
pointing skyward.  She put up quite a struggle, but I've had to
hold Byron in place and he fights much harder than that silly
little girl.  Then I grabbed a rubber spatula off of the
countertop and I blistered her bare ass until it was black and
blue.  But you know something, she never had a phone bill any
higher than forty dollars after that."
   Again they both laughed.  Joy commented that Ben occasionally
would threaten to spank her, but he never did follow through.
   Aunt Dee shook her head.  "Benjamin never could stand to raise
his hand."
   Joy secretly smiled at that, but she kept up the act.  "Why,
just last week, Ben confronted me about charging up too much
money on our credit cards.  He threatened to spank me if he
caught me charging anything more this month."
   Aunt Dee leaned forward just a bit.  "Did you?  Charge any
more, I mean."
   Joy gave a sheepish smile.  "Well, I just couldn't resist this
great dress I saw.  You want to see it?  It's in our bedroom." 
Aunt Dee followed Joy up the stairs and into the bedroom.  Joy
opened the smaller of the two closets in the bedroom and brought
out a beautiful evening gown.
   Aunt Dee looked at her.  "Does Benjamin know about it."
   "Oh, yes.  He really ranted and raved, but that was all."
   "How much was that dress."
   "Three hundred dollars."
   "WHAT?!!?"
   Joy flinched a bit.  "Three hun..."
   Aunt Dee looked shocked.  "I heard you the first time.  What
on earth possessed you to spend that much on a dress?  Good Lord,
girl!  I should paddle you myself."
   Joy gave her a smug look.  "Oh, it's nothing.  Ben didn't do
anything about it, anyway."
   "Who pays the bills?"
   "Well, Ben does.  But I deserve everything I get.  I cook for
him, I clean the house, I wash and iron his clothes..."
   Aunt Dee just sat back in amazement.  "That's a load!  You
deserve something, but it's not a three hundred dollar dress."
   "Well, it's my business."
   Aunt Dee just shook her head in wonderment.  "I can't believe
what I'm hearing.  Your business?  I'll show you what your
business is!"
   Aunt Dee reached out and grabbed Joy tightly my the arm.  Joy
let out a yelp and tried to pull away, but Aunt Dee dragged her
over to the bed.  On the way, Aunt Dee grabbed a large wooden
hairbrush that was on the dresser.  Joy yelped and pleaded, but
Aunt Dee ignored her.  Within moments, Joy found herself firmly
planted over Aunt Dee's lap, her summer dress flipped up over her
back and her panties at mid-thigh.
   "Quiet!," Aunt Dee hissed.  "I wish Benjamin was here to see
this, but I'm sure he'll see what the results are."  She brought
the hairbrush down on Joy's bare cheeks with considerable force. 
Each spank gave an extremely loud CRACK! that echoed throughout
the room and left a blotchy red area in its wake.  Aunt Dee left
no portion of Joy's naked and defenseless bottom untouched. 
Every area from the tops of the buttocks to the lowest portion
was soon a bright red.
   Joy bawled and pleaded for mercy, but Aunt Dee either didn't
hear or just didn't care.  Again and again the brush smacked
against Joy's burning bottom.  Aunt Dee was very thorough.  Joy
felt as if someone had started a bonfire on her poor backside. 
She didn't hold back the tears.  Her face was wet and her eyes
puffy from the constant crying.  Finally, after what seemed to
Joy to be an eternity, Aunt Dee stopped.
   Aunt Dee just held Joy in place and lectured about foolish
spending.  Joy bawled all throughout the reprimand, but she
secretly enjoyed every second of it.  Finally Aunt Dee let Joy up
and informed her that she would be leaving.
   "But," Aunt Dee added, "if I hear from Ben that you've spent
any more on that credit card, I'll be back over and I won't go so
easy on you."

   Joy waited until she heard the car drive off.  She continually
rubbed her sore bottom, but each touch sent sexual nettles
shooting through her.  "Ok," she called.
   Ben came out of the large closet with an impressive erection. 
"Are you ok," he immediately asked.
   Joy smiled, "No, I'm in need of a good hard fuck right about
now."
   "So am I," he moaned.  "So am I!"
   It was animalistic.  No foreplay was needed.  Joy was sopped
and Ben harder than Joy could ever remember.  It wasn't a long
session, but it was extremely forceful and wild.  Joy screamed
over and over as her blistered bottom was driven into the bed. 
She just shrieked with ecstacy and ripped her fingernails into
Ben's back.  When it was finally over, both needed quite some
time to catch their breaths.
   "You know," Joy smiled weakly as she traced her finger over
Ben's chest, "my birthday will be coming up in another month..."