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Chapter 7
Donder and Blitzen

Judy and I had to cool off on the way home. We stopped at a local fast food place, ordered a couple of shakes and nursed them at an isolated table in the corner.

Judy broke the silence first. "Wow, that was fan-fucking-tastic."

I grinned back. "I got to get my fingers going soon or I'm going to burst. I'm taking a bath as soon as I get home."

"I love it. I mean, this is more fun than masturbating the boys. This is better -- we get to spank and masturbate!"

"Shh!" I warned her and then whispered, "Yeah, I wonder what Mrs. Larson -- I mean, 'The Lady' meant when she said she and 'The Lord' are going to have fun. Do you think they spank each other?"

"I wonder. If they do, then who spanks who? You want to make any bets?"

I laughed, "Hell no. With those two, it's impossible to tell."

"I bet she's on top. There's no doubt about what Mrs. Larson intends to do to Mr. Larson tonight. Do you see the way she got into masturbating the boys?"

"I don't think that proves anything, Judy. Just because we use masturbation as a way to get boys to do things for us, doesn't mean that the lady has to. She might be performing the service for the lord's benefit."

"I don't know. She sure does know how to spank a boy. where did you think she learned how to do that?"

I answered the question with one of my own, "I don't know. Do you think she learned it the same place the lord learned to spank us?"

"Good point," Judy said, "but I bet if she sneakers or balls the him long enough, the lord will get hooked. Then she can get anything she wants from him. Women have the power of sex over men. She can make him beg for pleasure."

"I don't know. Mr. Larson is so proper, so forceful, so much in control of everything. After all, Mrs. Larson is just a housewife."

"Just a housewife!" Judy responded. "I think you're confusing what people do in public with what they can do in private. Besides, have you noticed that Lady Larson has all the outfits and toys?"

"Yeah, but she puts on the show, and all the lord does is sit back and watch. I don't think we've seen the lord in action, yet."

"Exactly my point, he's so passive."

"If he were that passive, he would have been over a horse with the boys."

Judy refused to be dislodged from her position, "And just where did these boys come from. Maybe that's his job; to come up with boys for her to spank. It makes you wonder who she does spank when she can't get fresh boys."

"You didn't see another blue horse, did you?"

"No, but you haven't seen a pink one either."

Judy and I grinned at that remark. Although neither of us had talked about it before, we had no doubt who the lord and lady wanted to see draped over the other two horses.

Judy finally conceded, "Well, I don't really care. I still think they do it. Whether he spanks her, or she spanks him doesn't matter. I'd just like to see it. I get excited just thinking about it."

-=o=-

We didn't see the boys until two nights later at a basketball game. It was exciting to watch them, knowing that under their shorts were well paddled buns.

Otherwise we hardly ran into them. It became apparent that they were avoiding us. Judy and I finally tracked them down and confronted them in the hallway outside the school cafeteria.

As usual, Jim acted as spokesman. "Look, it's going to be difficult forgiving you girls for what you did to us."

"What we did to you?" I rejoined hotly, "It should be more like what we did *for* you. We kept you from being expelled. Besides, it's not like we wanted to do this. Have you forgotten his lordship. We had no choice. We were forced to do it."

"Well, you didn't have to enjoy it so much," added Carl.

If it was that obvious, I wasn't going to deny it, so I pressed on with an attack of my own, "Judging by the size of the hard-ons you guys were sporting, I'd say it wasn't all bad news for you. Besides, you got it off, didn't you."

A couple of passing students gave us a funny look. They must have overheard our remarks. I didn't care. The boys apparently did.

Jay gave them a cold stare, grabbed my arm and pulled me into a more private corner. He whispered, "Yeah, but we could do that just as well without the spankings."

"Bullshit!" Judy said excitedly, "Spanking does something to it. It makes it better. You don't get off as well on the previous occasion. Come on, Susan and I have seen you ejaculate before. We know what you can do normally. Last Tuesday wasn't exactly normal now, was it? You guys could have hit the moon with your stuff. Now it is better? Admit it!"

"Will you keep it down," Jim said as he looked up and down the hallway nervously.

The whole conversation was embarrassing the boys and none of them said anything. We took their silence as consent. "I thought so," Judy finally put in, "I bet you guys really enjoy these girls-on- top sessions: a woman-administered spanking, followed by a female controlled jerk-off."

I could see the boys' faces blush at that one. More importantly, even though they denied Judy's statement, I could see the bulges in their crotches. Men and boys are so easy; their pricks give them away every time.

Judy was on a roll. She poked her index finger into Jim's chest, punctuating her words, "It's a long time to graduation, boys. You better get used to it. Until June, your asses are ours."

I couldn't believe my ears. Here were the most popular boys in the school, and we're lecturing them like errant nine-year olds. What was even more satisfying was, that they just stood there and took it. Judy and I saw no further point in pursuing the issue, so we turned and left without even giving the boys the satisfaction of looking back.

-=o=-

On the following Tuesday, it was our turn over the horses. We didn't know it when we started, but Judy and I would alternate weeks being spankers or spankees. The lady always assisted us in punishing the boys. Except for his presence, the lord never took a hand, so to speak, in these affairs. The boys, however, never got to return the favor. Judy and I bared our asses solely for the pleasure of Lord and Lady Larson.

When we arrived, we saw that our cute, pink saw horses had one addition the blue ones didn't. The lord had cleverly affixed a dildo on each one. The rubber penis was on the end of a flexible piece of metal tubing similar to that found on a goose-neck lamp except it was long enough to come around between our legs and back up at a comfortable angle. We could mount the dildo, lean over the pillow and be strapped to the legs, all in the greatest of comfort. This extra treat made spankings at the Larsons a special event.

When we spanked the boys, the horses were lined up side by side in an assembly line fashion. The lord has us arrange our horses so Judy and I would face one another as we received our spankings.

Mr. Larson undressed us again. This time he was assisted by his wife. Since she was there to fold the clothes, the whole affair went faster than the first time, but it was no less sensuous as Mr. Larson managed to caress almost every part of our bodies in the process.

Lady Larson led me to my horse, and pointed out its features. She showed me how to adjust the dildo to just the right angle. She gave me some K-Y jelly to spread on it. Not that I really needed the lubrication. The thought of the coming events saw to that! She helped me get up on my toes and slip the dildo into my vagina. I slowly lowered my body and let the device penetrate me.

It felt a little uncomfortable going in. Neither Judy nor I were virgins, however it was a couple of years since our first (and last) encounter. Ken had a couple of friends; they were horny; we were curious. They came so fast it was over before we knew it. I wasn't favorably impressed.

Since then I had my fingers up my cunt almost every day, but I never used anything as big or as wide as the dildo now inside my body. I stood there for a minute or two and got comfortable with it inside me.

I braced both my arms on the end of the horse as the lady moved one of my legs, and then the other into position, spreading my legs wide open. She checked the fit of the dildo with her fingers and I could feel the first smoldering fires breaking out inside me. She continued securing my wrists to the front legs of the horse, and gave me a gentle kiss on the way back up.

I noticed that she left a little slack in the restraints. I know she insisted that we have the boys rigidly secured. When I asked her about it, she said, "We have to give you some freedom of motion if we are to allow you to stimulate yourself while receiving a spanking."

She was right, I found I could hump the dildo a little. The metal tubing was resistant enough to hold its position, yet it was resilient enough to bounce up and down allowing the dildo to slide in and out of my vagina with a momentum of its own. My experiments in this area turned the heat up in my furnace another notch. I was getting turned on, and the spanking hadn't even begun yet!

I lifted my head. Four inches from my face was Judy's. I recognized that glazed look. I could tell from the way her head was bobbing that she, too, was taking advantage of her horse's penis. For some reason, I got the urge to kiss her, but I couldn't reach.

"Why Earl, you were right," I heard Lady Larson exclaim, "They do have gorgeous girlish butts. They are very pretty. What a lovely present you've gotten me."

I grinned inwardly at this description of me. I had no doubt that I looked every bit as ridiculous as the boys did on their horses. How someone could describe a tush as pretty was beyond my rational thought, yet I knew exactly what her ladyship meant.

Judy and I remembered that first spanking Mr. Larson gave us. I was envious when Judy got him this first week. It's not that Lady Larson was a bad spanker. I just didn't know anything about her then.

"Shall we begin, my dear?" she asked the lord.

"But of course!" Turning to us, Mr. Larson said, "You girls have had a taste of my hand before. That punishment was delivered in the heat of the moment. Now we are in a much more controlled environment. You shall be under the rod of the lady and myself for a goodly portion of the afternoon."

"At our last go at this experience, I didn't have the proper equipment available and I had to improvise. We will be on a much stricter program today."

I had gotten used to Mr. Larson's style by now. He couldn't do anything without talking about it first. I knew very well that before he talked about it, he thought about it. The more he thought, the more he talked. The more he talked, the more apprehensive I got. It was all part of the game. Part of my excitement was self-induced. Waiting to be punished had its own intoxicating effect.

Mr. Larson finally wound down. "Ladies first," he said bowing to his wife.

My second "professional" spanking, as I came to call them, began.

I could hear Lady Larson reach into her bag. I knew what came next. Knowing didn't help. I couldn't look and I clenched my eyes tight. I wish I could cover my ears. I heard the swish as the crop as she accelerated the tip of it to near sonic speed. At that velocity, there should only be a fraction of a second between hearing the crop, and impact. It's amazing how long a fraction of a second can last. The anticipation extended my senses. My mind had a surprisingly long time to think about what was happening.

I was able to concentrate on several levels. I was aware of the entire history that put me into this situation. I was in touch with every cell in my body and knew the exposed and vulnerable position I was in. I could sense Mr. Larson's eyes on my posterior. I could see Judy inches away from me even though my eyes were closed. I felt the wash of guilt and the flush of excitement as my mind reeled though the spankings we gave the boys. I was aware of the crop and where it would hit me as it arced is trajectory towards its target.

CRACK! The sound was no less startling on the receiving end as it was as a spectator. Mrs. Larson was every bit as harsh on my ass as she was on Jim's the previous week. It was an unusual sensation. I heard the crop hit my behind, and I felt the pressure. However, it took a full heartbeat or two for the pain to register.

It was like novocaine working off at 100 times its usual rate. When the crop hit, my ass became immediately numb. Over the course of the next several seconds the numbness wore off rapidly. The pain increased in direct proportion to each second elapsed. It started as a point inside my rear end, and radiated out along my nervous system. As the pain traveled to different points in my body, it caused different reactions.

At the immediate site, ground zero if you will, was agony. The pain induced a weightless feeling in my stomach, and this caused the adrenaline to kick in. Whether as a direct result of the spanking or a side effect of the adrenaline, my heart started laboring and my lungs pumping. Blood pressure went up in every artery and capillary. Every nerve ending went on alert! Sweat poured from every pore. Every system in my body responded to the spanking.

In addition to the electro-chemical stimuli passed along from synapse to synapse, there was a mechanical response to the spanking as well. Physical shock waves moved outward from the point of impact. In the position I was in, these waves were focused forward towards my pubic area as they traveled inside my body. Something must have been sent aquiver, since I swear that the dildo was vibrating. It had no power source. It was allegedly an inert piece of hard rubber. I suppose my body was so alive that the urge to personify this inanimate object became overwhelming.

After several more strokes I lost it. All my systems were on full overload. I remember screaming. It was not so much out of pain as it was in response to the barrage of inputs hitting my brain simultaneously. I was going crazy! My senses became scrambled. I was dizzy. I heard ringing in my ears. I felt intoxicated and as horny as a girl can get.

I wasn't aware that I was even humping the dildo, but I must have been. I was vaguely aware of an orgasm. I think in absolute scale, it would have been intense enough for me to dig in my heels, arch my back, stop breathing, and bang my head on the headboard if I were laying in bed stroking my clitoris. As it was, it was nearly submerged in a tumultuous sea of conflicting sensations.

If somebody invented a drug that could do all this, the whole world would be addicted -- at least the female half would be.

I was so out of it by the time Lady Larson delivered her last blow that I wasn't even aware that she had stopped and that the lord started on Judy. It was like falling asleep backwards. Instead of a gradual, insidious transition from consciousness to sleep, my mind slowly made its way out of a maze of fantasy back towards the here and now. My first sense to return was hearing. I could hear the crack of the crop against Judy's ass. I could hear her grunts. I opened my eyes and forced them to focus.

It hurt my neck to raise my head enough to look at Mr. Larson work on Judy's ass. I watched as he delivered the first couple of strokes. I could feel Judy's hot breath on my face and I tried to focus on her. It was hard to do at such close quarters but I managed to see the contortions it took on. I could read both pain and pleasure in her expressions, but over all was riding an animal lust. At whiles, it appeared, she lost all human expression.

The urge to hump must have been inborn into both of us. I knew that she was no better off than me. She couldn't have complete control of her body. Yet her mid section was grinding away like crazy.

After they were done with the crop, the lord and lady let us lay there for a while to recover. They waited long enough for our breathing to return to normal.

Out of the corner of an eye, I saw the lady pick up the paddle. Soon I heard and felt the explosion my ass. The paddle had a funny desensitizing effect. It wasn't that I couldn't feel the paddle, it just stimulated me in a manner I didn't expect.

It was like you could put paddling in the bank somehow. The immediate pain was less than expected, the lingering pain was a lot more. It's quite a while before a girl forgets she's been paddled.

I will never forget the exploding sound of that flat piece of wood as it made contact with my ass. The sound alone is enough to excite me. I listed as the lady did me, and then as the lord did Judy.

My watch indicated that only a little over an hour passed between arriving at the Larsons and our release to get dressed. It was a great session, Judy and I agreed, as we washed ourselves in the lady's bathroom.

Since that first session, Judy and I went under the hands of this devilishly delightful spanking couple almost every other week for the remainder of the school year and our Junior and Senior years as well.

I now know more about the lady. She's a great mistress. She's not the spanker the lord is, she's different. He's precise. She's graceful. He is controlled and disciplined. She is intuitive and inventive. Each has his or her own style.

I didn't know which I preferred. I always knew what I could expect from the lord's spanking, and I was never disappointed. The lady, however, sometimes left me wanting. On the other hand, when she did score, it was fantastic. She could bring me to heights the lord's spankings never approached.

Then there were donder and blitzen, the riding crop and the paddle. I always believed that a good, old-fashioned, over-the-knee hand spanking is more intimate and delicate (if such words can be associated with spanking.) Yet the bite or sting of one of these toys can bring me through the roof instantly.

Lady Larson used her toys and her skills that first time she spanked me. There was something comfortable about having a woman spank me. I felt that a woman could understand a girl's needs more than a man could. Although she was definitely in control throughout the entire spanking, she put me at ease. I had no doubt about her authority, but she was less intimidating than the lord. It was easier for me to concentrate on the spanking and sexual stimulation with the fear and apprehension removed.

The lord and lady -- I'll never forget them. I hated to leave them when I went to college. They taught me the joys of spanking. Mrs. Larson gave Judy and I the outfits we wore when we spanked our boys. Mr. Larson gave us our own paddle and crop as a graduation gift. I've been hand-to-ass with many partners in my adult life since leaving the Larsons; I still don't know whether it is more blessed to give or receive.

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