Sweet Carolines

Brenda mused, "To spank or to wank, that is the question." The others broke up at her pun.

"I don't know," replied Alice. "Let's see what we have to work with." She pulled at my pants. I made to resist, but she ordered, "Get him, girls." Soon I was wrestling with four women and losing. I meekly submitted and Alice removed my pants and underwear.

The sight was met with approval from the women. "Not bad." "Hmmm." "He's bigger than Harry." "If I knew he was that big, I would have never let you have him."

Somehow the committee came to a decision, "We'll wank him now and spank him later."

They had me remove the end table and move the chairs and couch around to form a miniature amphitheater. I was to kneel at stage center and jerk off. The girls did some whispering and sat around me. Each of them took her seat in a way that allowed me a good look up their skirts. As if my penis wasn't hard enough. They all loosened the top buttons on their blouses to reveal some cleavage. Boy, these girls could tease. I was beginning to think that I was right; this could be fun. I knelt in front of them with penis dripping.

"Wow, look at that," Brenda exclaimed, "and we haven't even touched him yet."

Alice nodded to me, "It's OK, dear. Go ahead."

I arched my back throwing my midsection towards my audience. I rubbed my hand back and forth along the shaft of my penis. It was so slippery with precome, that I couldn't grab it. It was just as well.

This was my first performance for an audience, and I wanted it to be a good one. The murmuring of the girls encouraged me and I decided to gyrate my hips for them and panted and groaned with a pained expression on my face. I could hear one of them whisper, "Oh yeah, do it baby."

I knew that I couldn't last long if I plunged into it with wild abandon like I wanted to, so I used a gentle slower stroke. I think I prolonged my performance to a full minute when my semen went shooting out in long white arcs to the accompaniment of appreciating "oohs" and gasps.

"Very good, big boy," Alice said as I collapsed back onto my heels. She let me recover. She correctly guessed that I am half paralyzed for several minutes after I come. But there was no rolling over and going to sleep and leaving her on the wet spot this time. My semi-dream state was interrupted by Alice's harsh voice, "Now get up, go into the kitchen, and get a rag to clean that up."

I managed a weak, "Yes ma'am." Somehow "ma'am" seemed appropriate, but I was soon corrected. "Ma'am sounds too formal," Alice said, "From now on I will be 'Miss Alice' and my friends are 'Miss Brenda,' 'Miss Sam," and 'Miss Keri.' Do you understand?" I nodded that I did.

I was down on hands and knees cleaning up my 'mess' when Miss Keri noticed my embarrassment, "Don't feel so bad. From what I read, almost every man jerks off at some time."

"Yes," I thought, "but not every man does it for a bunch of randy women."

"It's OK," Sam chirped in, "You're among friends here. I'm sure Alice wouldn't let things get too far out of hand. It's not like we're going to treat you like some piece of meat. Right, Keri?"

Then it was Brenda's turn to blush, "Yeah, Sam." She turned to me and explained a story that all of the girls seemed to know about already. "Keri threw my batchlorette party. She hired this hunk to do a strip for us. You know, the usual. The guy comes in wearing a police uniform, puts handcuffs on me and then proceeds to strip." She laughed, "Hey Alice, that guy went out of there with a G-string full of money. You've always said you needed some extra cash."

My wife laughed back, "No way, girl. I'm keeping this one just for us. He's too cute to share." After a short pause she mused, "very cute."

Sam was first to suggest, "How do you want to deal with his spanking?" she asked. I noticed that the normally shy Sam had a fascination with spanking.

"Let's do it here in the living room in front of the fireplace. I'll need a chair from the kitchen." Turning to me she directed, "Go get my 'work chair' and bring it here." Alice's work chair was a sturdy, comfortable chair with a good seat, no arms and a back that was not quite shoulder high.

"Put it down there, facing us." my wife ordered. She sat down, smoothing her skirt. It really was short. She planted her feet slightly apart and simply pointed to her lap. "Over here boy."

I could imagine the sight: my huge, over-6-foot frame draped over this petite body. I really did not fit on her lap and had to steady myself with my arms and legs. Alice clamped my penis between her bare legs.

Now that it came down to it, I am not sure she knew what to do. She sat there giggling and made a couple of half swings planting them on my ass cheeks. I liked the way it felt. I'm a "hard ass" and all that jogging I do has given me buns of steel. I didn't think that the area could be so sensitive. Yet the skin to skin contact felt great.

Meanwhile the girls were getting into it more. "Oh come on, Alice, you can hit him harder than that." Sam suggested.

I could feel Alice lifting her arm for a full swing. It came down hard on one of my cheeks. I was again surprised at the sensation. It didn't really hurt, but it did sting. Soon after I felt the second spank.

"You go, girl," I heard from the audience.

Soon Alice had a fairly decent rhythm going and I could feel my behind getting hot and puffy.

"Would you look at that," said Keri followed by a cat whistle.

I'm not really sure how long the spanking lasted, but it was just beginning to hurt when Alice stopped. Her hand must have been as hot and puffy as my rear end felt. Now that it was all over, it actually felt sort of nice. My rear was tingly and prickly all over. It felt alive and more than just something to sit on.

"Wow," Sam remarked, "Look how red it is!"

Then Alice made a proposition that chilled me to the bone. "Who's next?" Three hands shot up.

"I tell you what. We do have a show to put on, you know. How about we get to it girls? However, how about we hold the rest of our practices here, and then one of you can do him each night."

I sighed with relief when I became aware that I would not be getting three more spankings on my tender behind that evening.

"Get up," Alice ordered. As I stood I felt all four pairs of eyes transfer from my back to my front.

"Look at that," Keri exclaimed, "He's all hard again. Do you think he likes being spanked?"

Sam put in, "Some men do ... or so I've heard."

Brenda asked, "Hey Alice, I know we have to practice, but don't you think we ought to let him do something about that swelling."

Alice looked down at my mid-section and then up at my face and said more to the group than to me, "Well, the last time was rather quick. I guess we could spare a couple of minutes for another show."

This show was better and I think I was actually able to hold out for about 5 minutes. My acting was also getting better or the audience was maybe more warmed up, but all of the girls, even shy Sam made comments.

"Good boy," Alice said when I was done. "Now clean that mess up, and the rest of the living room too. We girls are going into the den to practice."

I got dressed and cleaned up while listening to the feminine singing from the other room.

The four of them filed out about an hour later. As Sam and Keri and Brenda were preparing to leave, Alice reminded them, "OK, remember. We meet here next Thursday. Since we now have some additional 'business,' how about we meet at 7 instead of 8. Then we'll have more time to play with 'boy' here."

Alice escorted them outside and waited as they got into their cars and left. Coming in and shutting the door she said to me, "The girls were really impressed with your show. They think you are a good sport, and also very cute. However, there was a serious side to tonight. If it weren't for the state we caught you in, you would have caught it anyway. This place is a mess, and I am sick and tired of doing everything around here. From now on, that's going to change."

"We're going to be practicing here on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next couple of weeks and I want to bring my friends into a house that I can be proud of. Not only are you not to mess up around here, you will now be required to clean up around here. Is that clear?"

I smiled back at her. In spite of her stern tone, I was still turned on by her. "Yes, dear." I responded.

"Miss Alice to you!" She shot back.

I was shocked. She was still "in character" even though her friends had left.

"OK then, Miss Alice," I said rather coldly.

"Now look," she argued back, "you think this is a game. Well, we can treat it like on if you want, but the game is not going to be fun at all for you if you don't behave. If you are a good boy and obey me, then I'll make sure that the girls and I make if fun for you. Otherwise, we could make it like hell."

"OK, Miss Alice," I said in much politer tones.

"That's better."

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