The Book Club Part 3

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The changes came slowly at first and then came an avalanche. The men loved the situation they were in. They were the masters, the ones who controlled the women. They had all the cards and they used them slowly at first – who can say why? - and then as they consolidated their power, they increased that power and their control in a hurry until it was accepted.

The women thought they had come to an agreement that would share their lives and allow them to live out their dreams in conjunction with men who shared the same desires. The problem is that humans at the core are greedy. Greed can work if it is a matter of individualism like capitalism which builds a better society but when collectivism rules everyone suffers collectively except the folks who are in charge. So this is how it went.

The men of course were very excited about seeing the women as a group as submissive. They loved that for the good of the group, the women were willing to give up some of their rights to gain what they thought was freedom to live their lives and they felt safe.

After the first round of punishment the men were excited. They had the chance to observe not only their own wives being punished, naked under the lash but they also enjoyed immensely seeing the wives of the other men subjected to the same kinds of punishments naked. They were titillated and they hungered for more.

The task lists were made by the men and provided to the women. The men compared lists between themselves and even competed to some degree on was able to make the most difficult list and still stay within bounds. Beverly's husband had a fetish to see his wife having se with others and one of his tasks was for her to describe what she would do with other men if she were having an affair. Gina's husband loved bondage and insisted that as part of their regimen would include bondage along with their sex to immobile her. Each man moved towards his enjoyment.

The wives on the other hand, while happy in the main with the attention they were getting, we also worried that not enough attention was being paid to their enjoyment. There were some storm clouds on the horizon but nobody paid them attention.

The second punishment session was set in stone and you might think that the women would all have some differences in what amount of punishment they might receive but instead each woman had at least one major offense and 5 minor offenses to be paid off. Hence each wife was stripped naked and put on the bench for two major offenses. They rolled the die and received the punishments the dice decreed.

The men were excited since they now had free fein to run their hands over the bottoms of 5 wives different then their own. They had the pleasure of inflicting *** on five different bottoms and observe the *** of five different wives. They added to the *** by changing the rule that the wives to be punished be naked and instead changed it so that all the women would be naked during the session. They also insisted that the women serve them drinks and snacks. This did not set well with the wives at all but what could they do. As Stacy put in her journal”
“J, tonight was the second punishment session. We were informed by our husband in advance that some changes had been made. Each of us would be naked during the entire session and allowed only to dress when the couples departed. We had act as servants t the men. For some of us this was exciting and for some of this was very humiliating. While I was willing to be naked when I had committed an offense of some kind and was punished, I felt it wrong that all of us had to suffer the same fate even if we did nothing wrong. This session, the MAA marched us downstairs and we had to strip naked, put into shackles around our ankles and hold out hands behind our heads against the wall in a line. This of course exposed all of our charms to the men. The men were already seated when were were marched down and we had to strip naked with them watching and put into line. The order of business was then that each of us would have our proceeding before any of us were punished. Once again as the wife was done being punished she would rejoin the line, albeit on her knees, facing the wall to display her punished bottom. We were lined up in a way where all of us could see the punishments being applied as well to the other wives further deepening the *** we felt. We had no choice but to obey. I must admit it was exciting to see but somehow it felt unfair.

For me seeing each woman charged with her failing in her tasks was informing since it allowed me to see how the various men had arranged tasks for the women to complete. I for one was terribly humiliated that I was bing denied for having sex with my husband when I objected to anal sex despite pleading with him to just allow me to give him a blowjob or have regular sex. Instead each of us were strapped down on the punishment bench like chattel and punished with chance being the highest risk factor. The only way to avoid punishment was to obey all rules perfectly it seemed.

We were marched to the basement and dutifully stripped naked. We were all humiliated again although excited as well. Our ankles were shackled as we stood nude before out masters.

I won't bother to go into the charges and responses since it was preordained that all of us would get the full major offense and that we were guilty. Beverly was the first to punished and I watched with interest as she was tied down on the bench and immobilized. A large gag was stuffed into her mouth and as she was tied down the men took great delight in fondling her big breasts and tugging on her ringed nipples causing her to squirm. She tried to protest but of course could not talk because of the gag. I saw one of the husbands slip his hand between her legs and rub her sex prior to the punishment as though he wanted to gauge how much the punishment would excite her. Her throw of the dice had decreed that she would get to the board (paddle) first and the cane second. Each would be given her twelve times. She had a two and six and a two for the board and then a three and a four for the cane. The five men lined up in some kind of preferred order which they had worked out among themselves. The first two men would each get an additional stroke of the board and then on the next round the third and fourth man in line would get the additional stroke. The board was a frightful instrument. I was large and heavy and had holes bored into the wood that would cause great discomfort to her bottom as it marked her. The hoes also made a strange whistling sound as it was swung through the air that was frightening to hear. The first man (my husband was fourth in line) used the first moments to take a quick tub on her nipples to adjust her breasts so they hung along the sides of the bench in view of the other men. Then he measured the big board against her ass and swung it hard at full strength. As it hit her she let out a little “Eeeeeck” as it hit her and it took her breath away and she was already breathing rapidly and trying to settle herself down. He allowed a moment for the full *** to build since the board is a deep bruising implement and it builds slowly. He judged when she had finally felt the peak *** before he swung again and laid the paddle overlapping the first stroke. Immediately I could see the dark reddish purple come from where the overlap was on the strokes. Again he waited for the *** to build before he administered the next stroke. In the meantime she was moaning loudly. The only thing I could think was “thank goodness we had good sound insulation in the basement”. I felt somewhat detached from the entire thing and strangelyI felt myself getting wet from her punishment. The last blow was below the second and overlapped as well. By now the tears were streaming down her face as we five watched her get punished. I am sure the other wives also felt horrified and excited as well as I could hear their breathing change as well. As they went through the line, each man tried to emulate the first guy. Each made sure he tugged at her nipple rings, each fondled her big breasts causing her to squirm and try to protest and each checked her along her slit, some slyly slipping a finger a little deeper than needed which we knew by how she moaned when they did. When it came to my husband, he put his hand between her legs and grinned at me standing in line and gave his fingers a little pump in and out. I was furious but ***. I was also even more exited. When it was time for the cane Beverly was sobbing and her shoulders were heaving up and down. She struggled during the paddling but now her head was down. As the men shifted in line so that the men who had been third and fourth, including my husband, would now be the first two in line to give her the cane. She suffered two strokes that were vicious but kept her head down as she did. On the third stroke her head came up and she looked wildly around her with her head up trying to see some kind of escape. Seeing none, her head went back down. Now it was obviously for the men to see who could get her to lift her head up again. Again as my husband felt her and groped her he grinned and winked at me and I again felt both a feeling of revulsion and thrill run through me. Before he started he ran the cane length wise along her slit and it came away so wet you could actually or I should say I could actually see the pre-cum slime on it. I am sure the other gals could see it as well although we never talked about it later. My husband is a powerful man and he made her raise her head all three strokes and I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and felt terrible for her.With the rest of the strokes applied, they took her off the bench gingerly and ***d her to her knees next to me and I could see the deep cuts from the cane deeply embedded into her very purplish ass where the board had bruised her deeply. Then they took my arms and led me to the bench. I had rolled the dice and owned the bamboo switch bundle for both punishments. I had twenty four strikes in total coming. Because it was the same punishment implement for all strokes, the men lined up just the once for me. The first four would get 5 strokes and the last one would get four. I had never seen let alone felt the bamboo switch. When they brought it out as I was pulled over the bench I saw it was a bunch of small diameter switches duct taped together at the bottom where they would hold it. I thought perhaps I had gotten lucky. I went through the same indignities as Beverly had but I held on to the thought that small switches could not possibly hurt all that much. Boy was I wrong. The first two strokes I hardly felt a thing but the *** built up as it went on. Within four strokes I was waving my ass as much as I could and already the tears were falling. I could see Beverly's ass turning a dark purplish although I could still see the cane cuts clearly whenI looked at her. B stroke seven it felt like my ass was on fire and being stung by hundred of bees. I occurred to me that the little stems leading off the switches had not been clipped too close to the stems of the switches and they cut into your bottom.. I was hollering in to my gag but the only sound I heard from my mouth was vary loud moans and groans. I felt the third man in line insert his fingers into me a he came out with very wet fingers indeed and I am told he displayed them to my husband who was sitting at the table for my punishment. By the time the first dozen had been applied I was exhausted but my body kept tensing up and heaving as the next twelve rained down on my back side. I had stopped whipping my head upwards by about stroke fif*** and by the last strokes I hardly moved. I felt like a well pounded steak. On top of all else, the switches had a way of reaching in to the most secret parts of the body so I was well switched inside the thighs, between my legs, along my ass crack and they overlapped to mark the outside of my thighs and onto my loins. They practically had to carry me over to kneel next to Beverly. I did not see any of the other wives punished but remember there was a lot of moaning from the wives and laughing from the men.

Finally it was over and the men released us from our shackles and allowed us to serve them drinks and snacks. We were also allowed to have each other rub some soothing gels on each other asses. This seemed to excite the men even more. We were not allowed to sit down as though any of us would have wanted to try. Instead we walked among them naked for the additional hour or so while the men drank. As the women were able, they excused themselves to go into the bathroom to check on their bottoms on the pretense the had to use the toilet. If any more changes are made, I suspect we will have to revolt. When my turn came I was surprised that I had a speckled ass interspersed with thin welts between the specks. The inside outside of my thighs were also marked well. No pool days for me this coming week.

I suspect if the men continue to make new demands on us that they will have a revolt on their hands.”

She was right on both counts that the men had more changes in mind and that the women would soon revolt.