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Chapter 7

The afternoon volleyball game was a lot of fun. This was the first time (other than the stunt we pulled last year) that we girls got to see what the other husbands looked like undressed.

I smiled at Claire. Dave's penis was so long, it was amazing that he didn't trip over it while playing. Jim had the best body, Hal the tightest buns, but I think that Carl had the cutest dick. It bounced so nicely as he jumped for the ball.

The six-pack wore shorts and tops (everyone was barefoot), but a couple of the younger women wore bikinis, and they had every right to. I hated them :-) However, their tight curves and bouncing boobs assured a certain stiffness factor on the part of the boys. A fact not lost on the rest of us women.

We played coed teams instead of girls against the boys. It made rotation a lot more fun as we all took token swats at whatever male tushie was walking by.

At four o'clock, the bell chimed signaling that it was time for the group spanking session. The men formed up and double-timed over to the training room. We women sauntered up at a much more leisurely pace.

The men were already sitting on mats on the floor in front of our chairs when we arrived. Hanna was pacing back and forth in front of them.

Hanna greeted us as we came in, "Welcome ladies, please be seated and make yourself more comfortable. The boys here just gained another 10 demerits for being tardy for class. We'll soon address that issue."

She clapped her hands and said, "OK, women. Today's lesson is on accessories. Why do women have to accessorize when they spank?"

She really didn't expect an answer, so she continued, "There's a world of difference between a man spanking a woman and a woman spanking a man. Men have more muscle. More muscle on their arms and more muscle on their asses."

"This means men can hit harder than women. It also means that they have a harder padding in the caboose between them and pain than do women. To make up for the difference, women need some extra help"

"There are a number of toys you can buy especially if you're a professional dominatrix." I heard some giggling at the word "dominatrix."

Hannah continued, "Here at COTK we take a much more casual approach to things. We'll stick to things that are more or less common household items,. So, let's take a tour of a common house."

"In the bedroom, you can find a number of interesting items to warm the most beloved butt."

"The most traditional spanking toy for any women, the one every woman has, of course is the hairbrush. What's nice about a hairbrush is that it's uniquely feminine. Men with long hair usually don't brush it. One the other hand, no matter how short her hair is, a woman is still likely to own several brushes."

"There are a variety of brushes to choose from. Some have rounded backs, most have flat backs; some are narrow, and others are broad and flat; some are heavier than others. You might keep that in mind as you will probably be raising it above your head over and over again. Make sure you pick a brush with a comfortable handle."

Hannah waved her hand over a table that contained dozens of hairbrushes and invited us up to handle them. "All I want to do now is let you get a feel for them. We'll get some hands- on training a little later."

I picked up a rather sinister looking brush and hefted it in my hand. It just felt right. It balanced nicely, and the handle fit the contours of my palm nicely even when I held it "backwards" from the way I would hold it to brush my hair. As I held it, I snapped my wrist, landing the back of the brush against my other palm. It made a loud "tlacking" sound as it stung my hand. I turned and did it several more times as I looked Carl right in the eye. A subtle twitch of his erected cock told me that he was as interested as I was.

"Girls, girls," Hannah implored, "there will be time enough later to play with all of these toys. Please take your seats so we can get on with the lesson."

Hannah went on to show various belts and what to look for. She showed us how to double it over and how to hold it to get exactly the right length for a good "whipping" action.

"Moving to the den, we have office supplies for the spanktrix."

She picked up an ordinary wooden ruler. "This ladies is an excellent plaything. You can use it in a lot of games: schoolteacher - pupil, secretary - mailroom boy, bank teller and the bad boss... You'll find 12 inches to be a little short, and a full yardstick is too long. 18 inch rulers work very well."

"Outside the house, you'll find the garden variety of toys."

"The first of these accessories," she went on, "is the switch. Switches are nothing more than thin tree branches. Make sure you pick one with a lot of springiness to it. One of the best things to do is have your husband cut his own switch. Make him go out and collect several and you can pick the one you like best." Hannah then went on to which type of wood works best, where to find it, how to cut it, etc. I looked at Carl sternly with eyes that said, "You better be taking notes on this, boy!"

Hannah briefly touched on the subject of caning. She said that due to the potential hazards, canning should be done by well-experienced spankers and that we shouldn't try it until both parties had a lot more experience.

"Continuing back indoors into the garage, we find the typical rubber garden hose. Hoses are good spanking toys since they are flexible, and give when they make impact. They spread the spank around a little while still concentrating it on an area."

"In the children's playroom we find the paddle." She held up the child's toy on which a small rubber ball is attached to a paddle by a rubber band. I always thought that more of these were bought for other than their intended purpose.

"The nice thing about these," Hanna continued, "is that they are extremely lightweight. They hit very flat and sting like hell, but it's difficult to do a lot of damage with them. You're very unlikely to leave a black and blue mark on him, even though you paddle his ass a bright red. Paddles are so nice for play spankings."

"We finish the tour in the closet. -- Glenda would you please slip off your shoe and hand it to me?" Glenda was wearing Keds-style slip on sneakers and Hannah remarked on this. "In England, where spanking is very popular and even approved, there is a technique called 'slippering.' The slippers they refer to are actually gym shoes -- in plain American ... sneakers."

Keds-type sneakers work best and if you have the kind that lace up, make sure you lace them up so they are not flopping around. Grab the back like this," she said demonstrating how to hold it, "and spank him with this part." She indicated the sole corresponding to the ball of the foot. She slapped the sneaker against the palm of her hand with a loud "pocking" sound.

"OK girls, pick a toy and start your spanking!"

-=o=-

Hannah moved up and down the line critiquing our spanking style. She suggested I move my spanking around a little. She told me, "If you keep hitting the same spot over and over again, eventually he builds up an immunity to it. The spot starts to get numb and he doesn't feel it as much as he should. So spread your spanking around a little and give those tender spots a chance to feel the next hit."

"I suggest you pay a little more attention right here," she said indicating the very bottom of his ass where the legs joined up with it.

By design, Hannah had each woman select a different accessory. I was first up and selected a hairbrush. Betty used a switch, Claire wanted the paddle in the worst way. Sally smiled as she selected a belt. She told us that Pete had a dozen of them, and that he was soon going to get more. Arlene used a short length of rubber hose, and Glenda, of course, used her sneaker.

We giggled and talked our whole way through it. Before we knew it; it was supper time. Our red-tushed husbands left us to go to the kitchen to prepare to serve our meal. I doubt it would be as hot as I was!

-=o=-

Carl and I found our secluded sand dune and made fantastic love that evening. I never wanted him so much. He, for his part, had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. I mean literally. He came, he rested, and he came again -- all without ever losing his erection. He was acting like a boy a third his age! And was he *hot*! I thought my insides were going to get burned from the blasts of his searing come.

In our moments of relative tranquillity, I had a chance to take in what was going on outside of my body. I loved the way he sighed as I raked my nails across his ass as he hovered over me. It still felt warm! Oh, I knew we'd use this method to stay warm next winter.

-=o=-

The next day brought new training opportunities. As part of our registration, Hannah ask for a nominal amount of extra money for a "clothing allowance." She also demanded sizes of various parts of our husband's bodies. We wondered what she had in mind, and we found out now.

As we filed into the training room we noticed that in front of each one of our seats was a plain brown paper bag. The top of the bag was stapled shut, so we couldn't examine the contents.

"Good morning ladies. This year we are introducing a new feature to the camp. We are now in the education business, and we are running a school: COTK Correctional Academy for Wayward Young Ladies."

"You are the teachers. Your spouses will be your students. In the bags before you are their uniforms. I want you all to take a couple of minutes and dress your little girls for school."

I opened my package and laid out Carl's uniform: a pair of white tennis shoes, size 12; white turn-down ankle socks with lace at the top; white panties with ruffles; a very short navy blue skirt with elastic waist, and a short sleeve white blouse. Embroidered in navy blue, on the pocket of the blouse was a stylized "COTK" where the open end of the "C" touched the back the "K" with the "ot" in smaller letters between them. The whole thing looked kind of Gothic and very "preppy."

"Now, boys," Hannah continued, "if something doesn't fit, you have only your spouses to blame. They're the ones who told us what your sizes were."

I was glad I did most of the clothes shopping for Carl. I knew all of his measurements. Apparently the rest of the women shopped for their men too, since nobody had a badly fitting school uniform.

"These have got to be some of the ugliest girls I've ever seen," one of the women quipped after we got them dressed. We all broke out laughing at her comment.

"Well, they certainly are the hairiest," said Glenda. "What do you think we should do about that."

"Shave them," I said feeling quite brave in this atmosphere of feminine superiority.

A chorus of voices joined me in my decision. So we asked Hannah if we could take a shower break. Hannah agreed, and we all trooped over to the boy's dorms.

The boys got undressed and stood looking at one another dumbly until Sally said, "Come on Pete, get that cute butt in the shower and start shaving."

One by one, the women called their mates to the shower. When a half dozen were assembled at the available shower heads, we started to supervise in earnest.

"Hey honey, you missed a spot ... Make sure you get all the hair off of your balls ... Armpits too! ... " and so on.

One thing the boys didn't count on was that they couldn't reach certain parts of their bodies with a razor, so we women directed them to do each others' backs and asses in pairs.

After they got out and dried, but before they got dressed, we had a close inspection of each body part. Each of the 12 women inspected each of the 12 men. When they were done, we powdered them down with some scented talc, and added just a spritz or two of perfume.

"There you are," said Arlene to Sandy, "so dainty and feminine. I never looked at you this way before. It's turning me on. I'm glad Hannah said we could keep the outfits."

I knew exactly what she meant. I never had an urge to make love with another woman. Yet, my husband, dressed as a woman, looked so appealing to me. I couldn't explain it, I just accepted it.

Having the boys dressed this way was so exciting. It was much easier to discipline them; I mean more than physically. There was something about having them as little girls that made it easier for us women to assert our authority over them. I felt a lot more comfortable putting Carl over my lap, raising his skirt, pulling down his panties, and paddling him.

The boys were required to wear their school uniforms to all afternoon spanking classes. We tried teaching them to act and walk like girls, but we all agreed that we need much more time -- perhaps a whole winter's worth, to do the job right.

About the only thing we got right was the walking and sitting. Hannah taught us a little trick. We took a tennis ball and pushed it up at the base of the boy's scrotums. The boys were required to keep it in place under all circumstances. It added as certain wobbling to thier tushies as they walked, it forced them to put one leg behind the other almost in a curtsie fashion when they had to bend to pick up things, and it forced them to keep their legs together, like proper little girls.

-=o=-

All good things have to come to an end, even if only temporarily. I hated to pack up and leave for the real world. The women hugged and cried and promised to keep in touch. The six pack was already making plans for Thanksgiving. Our husbands had no idea what we had in store for them!

As we pulled out of the camp I thought of what we'd been through and smiled. I smiled more broadly knowing that for the rest of the year -- until COTK '97 -- Carl's butt was mine.

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