Last night we hosted a dinner party which, for me, went horribly wrong.
My partner was in Melbourne most of the week and I had to do much of the organisation and by week's end I had accomplished most of what I had set out to achieve during the week. My punishment list of the refrigerator therefore had only two relatively minor infractions recorded - one for not having sent some mail which was due and the other for not having accomplished my target of getting the next chapter of my convict story transcribed and posted to MMSA Stories. Neither of these matters should have warranted a major punishment session and I really expected James to be reasonably playful in administering my punishment. I also expected that he would do so after the party had ended assuming that it would be successful.
We started early at 4.30pm so that guests could view the extensive gardens. Two waiters, Matthew and Andrew had been provided by the catering company and they served refreshments in the garden and by the pool for our guests. James and I mingled with the guests and left the caterers in the house to organise the dinner.
Everything went well. The forecast rain did not eventuate, the dogs were relatively well behaved and everyone was having a pleasant evening. When the chef arrived, I took him inside to show him where everything was and it was then that Matthew enquired about the list on the 'fridge and I explained to him that I recorded any indiscretions and that James exacted punishment for them. Looking at his left hand and spotting a wedding ring, I thought Matthew would just ignore the matter.
A little while later, I spotted the other waiter, Andrew, in a quiet conversation with James but I took little notice.
We sat down to dinner at about 7.00pm and had a fine three course meal and then moved out to the gazebo by the pool for coffee and liqueurs. We were twelve in number - James and I, Diane (my former secretary) and her husband (Ken), Lorraine and her two daughters, Hugh (a school friend of James and me), Matthew and Wendy (an former colleague at work) and Randall and his lover (Michael).
Towards midnight I was pressured into performing on the piano and played for about half an hour and then Diane, Ken, Lorraine and her daughters, Matthew and Wendy left. The chef had also left and it was, I thought, time for the two waiters to leave as well.
When I went to say good evening to Matthew and Andrew I found that they were out at the gazebo having a drink with James, Hugh, Randall and Michael. I approached with a sense of foreboding and mild apprehension which quickly turned to mild panic when I saw the punishment list on the table.
Matthew, the only hetro in the group appeared to have instigated the plan by suggesting to James that it might be fun to observe my punishment and, unbeknown to me, a plan had been developed.
James informed me that everyone had been informed that I was due some discipline and that he had agreed to permit everyone in the group to watch. Michael informed the group that he had decided that Randall should also be punished publicly and we were sent inside to prepare ourselves and to await the other five.
I took Randall (Randy to his friends) into our bedroom and asked him how Michael punished him. Randy who, by the way, still retains his boyish good looks, informed me that Michael caned him on the bare backside, sometimes after an otk spanking. I knew that I should remove my underwear and promptly did so as I explained to Randy that my indiscretions probably only warranted a strapping over the seat of my trousers. Randy remained dressed as he was and we went to the living room carrying the strap and the two canes which James keeps in the bedroom walk in wardrobe.
Randy surveyed the scene and decided that we should move one of the chairs from the dining room into the end of the living room since Michael would undoubtedly want Randy bent over the back of a chair for his punishment.
It was perhaps 30 minutes before the five men arrived clearly having taken the time to work out how they were going to go about their activities.
James lectured me first about not having done what was expected of me and how I was letting people down by not getting the chapters of my story transcribed. I was told that I would be punished on behalf of that unknown audience for having been so tardy and that my punishment was going to commence with a hand spanking from Matthew on my bare backside.
To say the least I was surprised and shocked but, as the others took vantage points to view my punishment, Matthew settled himself on one of the lounges and patted his knee to indicate where I was required. Embarrassed, I walked over and stood to Matthew's right hand side and allowed him to lower my trousers and my underpants. As the hetro waiter pulled my arm indicated that I should move onto his lap I couldn't help but notice that this married man was acutely excited. As I got into position I was further surprised when he used his hand to position my genitals between his legs which he promptly closed, wedging my _c_o_c_k_ and balls between them.
As I lay there, Matthew gently rubbed his hand over my rear and, as the others offered words of encouragement about how hard the spanking should be etc, I mused about what Matthew's wife might think if she knew what her husband was up to at this moment. My musing was quickly brought to an end as Matthew started delivering twenty hard swats to my rear - bringing on that warm glow that accompanies a spanking as well as a throbbing between my legs (and his).
When Matthew had finished, I was told to go and stand at the far end of the room with my hands on my head while Michael lectured Randall and offered Randy's butt to Hugh for a sound spanking. Without any prompting, Randy stripped completely and went over to the lounge which Matthew had vacated and draped himself across Hugh's lap.
I could hear but not see except by means of the reflecting in the windows but the sound of hand on backside was sufficient to let me know that Randall was getting well and truly spanked. I didn't counts the swats but James told me later that it was agreed that Randy would get forty good ones, so I assume that is what he received.
When spanking time was over, Randy came and stood beside me with his hands on his head. He was sporting the most intense erection which indicated that the ordeal had not been entirely unpleasant.
James called me back to him and informed me that the balance of my punishment was to be ten strokes of the strap from each of the two waiters and him. Knowing better than to object (even though I thought this a little excessive) I assumed the required position with me hands on the seat of the lounge and my legs spread as far apart as possible.
Andrew took up the task first and delivered ten strokes which were rather timid but clearly exciting for Andrew. Matthew showed also a lack of experience because his ten strokes lacked the intensity which James normally provides and, whilst discomforting, did not cause me too much concern.
James, on the other hand, was determined to provide and example and each of his ten whipped into my butt with the sort of pain I imagine a branding iron would give. My arse was on fire by the time he had finished and, with his usual efficiency, James had brought tears to my eyes.
As I returned to my position next to Randy I could see the tenseness in Randy's body as he awaited his fate.
I was asked to join James who fondled my sore butt as Randall was ordered to take his position over the chair with his backside facing us.
Michael quietly informed Randall that he was to receive eighteen strokes of the cane - "six of the best" from each of the waiters (who appeared to be feted) and six from Michael.
As Matthew took up his position and delivered the first stroke, it was immediately apparent that he had never used a cane because the rod caught just the top of Randall's back and, had he not had his head lowered, probably would have scalped him.
After an urgent discussion about experience in such matters, Andrew and Matthew were relieved of their duty and it was decided that the three experienced floggers - James, Hugh and Michael would administer the punishment.
Hugh went first and, as I recalled from schooldays, displayed both strength and accuracy as six evenly spaced, hard, strokes were delivered. Randall was allowed to stand between sets and rest while the others commented favourably upon Hugh's skill.
As Randall got back into position and I got of James' lap I whispered to him "not to make this a contest" since I feared that he might try to outdo Hugh's handiwork as a matter of pride.
From experience I can attest to James' strength and accuracy and I was relieved to see that he struck only those parts of Randy's butt which were not already striped. When Randy arose it was apparent that Michael would have to take responsibility for any real damage that was done since none of James' strokes had overlapped any of those delivered by Hugh. Randall sobbed quietly as he waited for the inevitable instruction to resume his position.
Michael's six strokes showed that Randall was used to severe treatment for they were compact and harsh. None broke the taut skin of Randy's butt but there were clearly quite a number of spots were the blood was only just below the surface.
At the completion of the beating, Randy got up and thanked Michael and gave Hugh and James a kiss on the cheek to thank them, which was a nice touch.
Randall and I retired to the master bedroom to apply cream to our tender backsides as James said goodbye to the waiters and to Hugh.
Shortly after, Randy retired to the spare bedroom that he and Michael were sharing (since they had come from Sydney for the party and would return this evening) while James turned out the lights and joined me. James informed me then that the final part of my punishment was to report to MMSA Stories readers what had transpired and to commit to having the next chapter of my story transcribed and posted within 48 hours. Hence, as the clock is ticking, I am fulfilling a part of my punishment and you can be assured that the next chapter is on its way. Jamie