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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