The Disciplinarian Ch. 11

"Good, good," Mickey said as he added two large throw cushions onto the stack he'd created in the middle of the sofa. "But I think we can make the lesson more memorable, don't you?"

I knew there was only one acceptable answer.

"Yes," I signed, lowering my head.

"Good, I'm glad you agree," he said, a remark that brought giggles from everyone present save me. "Now, would you all please come around to the back side of the sofa?"

"You, too, Soo May," he said, pointing to a spot directly beside the middle of the back of the sofa.

I stood where he indicated and the others made a semi-circle around us.

Mickey folded his arms, looked at me and after a long pause, finally said "Shoes!" in an impatient tone that suggested he was surprised that he even had to say it.

I kicked them off. He pointed at my slacks and wagged his index finger up and down.

Sighing, I unbuttoned my pants, and with a sniffle at what I was about to do in front of Robby and Brad, I turned my back on the others and let the pants drop to the carpet. I was wearing yellow undies with parallel rows of white ruffles. I clamped my hands on my backside to reduce as much as possible the visibility of the undies. With my back turned, I didn't have to see their faces, but I couldn't stop my ears from hearing Robby.

"Yessss!" he hissed loudly the way sports fans do when the home team makes a great play.

"Alright, Soo May," Mickey instructed, "bend over the back of the sofa and rest your upper body on the cushions."

With a flush of embarrassment, I complied; but the sofa was actually too high for me to just bend over it. I had to hoist myself up to get my hips to the top of the sofa's backrest. I then bent over it so my upper body was on the cushion mountain that Mickey had built and my legs were dangling in the air with my toes scrapping against the back of the sofa a few inches above the floor. The pile of cushions wasn't quite as high as the back of the sofa, so my butt was higher than the rest of me, two yellow hills with a forest of white magnolia trees; the girliest place in the landscape.

"That's it," Mickey said approvingly.

"Now, Soo May," he continued, "you told me recently that you can do the splits on the top edge of a sofa. Would you please demonstrate that for us?"

Damn, I thought, I forgot that I told him how Jennie and Angie had made me do a split on the back of Angie's couch. But there was no getting out of it. Slowly I lifted my left leg up and laid it along the length of the top of the backrest. Then I did the same with my right. Just as at Angie's place, my body now made a T-shape and the muscles of my butt, thighs, and calves were stretched hard and taut.

The assembled audience immediately erupted into laughter. I assumed it was at my lewd position, but then Robby, barely containing his laughs, said "Ha ... even more than Dani ... hoo hoo."

What did he mean "even more than Dani"? I thought. I looked back over my shoulder. Everyone seemed to be looking at my crotch and each of them, save Mickey, was chuckling. I reached back and put my hand on it.

I was soaking wet.

"Oh, God, no!" I couldn't help but cry out in mortification. Watching Jennie and Dani being punished had almost literally pushed my button, and now there was a dark swamp on the lower slopes of the Girly Hills, below the tree line. The split position had revealed to everyone that my interest in tonight's proceedings was not about "justice" any more than Dani's had been. I gripped the cushion on which I lay with both hands and tried to push my face into it. I lay there sniffling in embarrassment for several seconds before Mickey spoke.

"Now, then," Mickey said, stepping over to stand just behind my left calf where he could spank me without blocking the view of onlookers, "I think a good hard hand spanking should help you remember to have more faith in me."

Seconds later I felt his hand smack down on my left bun. I jerked as I always did in response to the first spank and emitted a sound somewhere between grunt and a groan.

Spank! "Hunnkk."

He gave me several more, all on the same side. I couldn't help but make exclamations of pain.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow ... Ohh ... Unh"

In response to this onslaught, my left bun tried to clench, but that really isn't possible in "split" position. Instead, my left bun began to slide forward an inch after every smack as if it was trying to get farther away from Mickey's hand. This caused my upper body to slide horizontally to the right.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Aw ... Uhh ... Onh ... Eg ... Ergh ... Ow ..."

Soon I was in danger of sliding off the right side of the cushion mountain Mickey had created. Seeing this, he shifted the smacks to right bun.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ahh ... Enh ... Ergh ... [gasp] ... Ennurh ..."

Of course, then my right bun began sliding forward and my upper body began sliding back to the left on the cushions.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Owh ... unhuh ... omh ... uh ... arwh ..."

By now, my hips had slid all the way off the top of the backrest and were resting on the cushions.

"You're out of position, Soo May," Mickey pointed out.

But he didn't wait for me to get back in position myself. Instead, he clamped his hands on my hip bones and in one quick decisive motion, he dragged me up and back until I was in place again. I gasped in surprise. Now it was my turn to be literally manhandled and despite my shock I was aware of how good it felt to feel his hands grip me. But even better than his grip was the fact that he moved me so ... commandingly. It was like the feeling I get when a dance partner spins me, except multiplied a thousand times.

The dragging motion also had the effect of dragging my pubes against the back of the sofa and pulling the yellow fabric over my crotch tighter. That felt good, too. The water level was rising in the swamp.

Mickey resumed. Once again, he smacked the left side exclusively to start with.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Errg! ... unh! ... [sniffle] ... ouch!"

This time, with my little bun already sore, my hips slid further and faster with each whack. In just a few spanks my left side was off the top of the backrest again, and Mickey switched to the right.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow! ... unh! ... ahh ... errgg ..."

I had once again slid completely off the backrest and, again, Mickey dragged me back, to the amusement of the onlookers. The silky yellow band across my crotch was stretched again and I knew that my pubic hair was now visible on either side of it.

Mickey started up again, alternating sides. He'd clobber the magnolias on Old Left Girly and then smack the ones on Old Right Girly.

Spank! "Ah-ah"

Spank! "Ehh"

Spank! "Ow"

Spank! "Uh"

Each side would slide forward in response to a spank, so the effect of his alternating from one to the other was that I was snaking forward on the mountain of cushions. I could hear my audience laughing at this. Even in my state of pain and mortification, I marveled at Mickey's ability to produce these extra moments of humiliation during a spanking. Where did he learn all this? I wondered. Is there Ph. D. program at Harvard in Spankology, or a secret NASA research center in humiliation?

Spank! "Oh"

Spank! "Nuhh"

Spank! "Aw"

Spank! "Dih"

Every nine or ten spanks would find me completely out of position again and Mickey would drag me back. Before long the panties were wedged in my front crack with the swollen lips of my cunny curling around them.

Eventually, Mickey grew tired of moving me back into position. After he'd put me back in "split" position for the fifth or sixth time, he had me slip my hands under my thighs, palm side down, and grip the top edge of the backrest. My curved fingers were just visible to the audience on either side of my lewdly spread, and very wet, crotch. Just as Dani had looked more submissive when her hands were pinned under her hips, I felt, and probably looked, more submissive with my own hands thrust down near my crotch.

"Now, don't let go, Soo May," Mickey ordered sternly, "hold yourself in position."

With that he resumed, increasing the tempo and following no particular pattern as he peppered my behind.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ah, unh, oww! Errrhooow, Arggghhhh!"

After 90 seconds, I was crying and jerking as much as was possible while still maintaining the split.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh, oh, [gasp], arrrrggghhh, ouch, unnn, [gasp], huhuh [sniffle], oww ..."

By the two-minute mark, I began to shake my knees in a fast rhythm as if I could vibrate the pain away. Despite the pain, I was aware of the show I was putting on and new waves of humiliation washed over me.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oh! Arrgh! [gasp] O, God! Owww! Unnnnnhhh! Please! [sob] Ooonnnggg! Ahh, ooo, ..."

It was at this moment that I began to feel something more than humiliation and pain. Mickey's relentless spanking was having its usual effect on me. The sounds I was making became more varied. In between the 'ouch's and 'ow's, were noises that were closer to coos than to moans.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ow! ohhh Arrgh! ... ahh [gasp] Owww! mmmmmm, ... huh ...

I knew what was happening, but I was powerless to stop it.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Oo! [gasp] Errgh! mmmhhhmmm Owww! oh oh, aaahhh ...

I could hear Angie and Jennie tittering. They detected the difference in sound, although Robby, Brad, and Dani had not yet. Mickey, of course, also knew exactly what was happening and, diabolically, he suddenly slowed his pace and lowered the force of the blows.

Spank.

"Arh ... uhh"

Spank.

"Ow ... unnn"

Spank.

"Ow, ow ooo ... hmmm [gasp]"

His slow spanks were torturing me. They were enough to keep me aroused, but not enough for the arousal to build.

Spank.

"Uh, mmmmmum"

Spank.

"Ah, nnnnmm"

Spank.

"Ouch, uhh ohh"

I couldn't take it anymore, and I knew what I needed.

"Uh ... [gasp] ... Muh— Mickey," I said breathily, "could you ... um ... spank harder."

A Tiresome Chore

"What!?" Robby practically shouted.

There were noises of disbelief from Brad and Dani as well. Angie and Jennie only giggled. For the next few seconds I heard a cacophony of voices all talking over each other. The three guests at first all expressed disbelief that I really said what they thought I'd said. Jennie and Angie however assured them, through their laughter, that I had. I could discern only snippets in the chaos.

"... sounded like she said ... but that can't be ..."

"... ha ... oh, she means it ... she's always like this ... "

"... she can't really want ..."

"... happens every time she's spanked ... heh, heh ..."

Eventually the voices merged into a single chorus of laughter. I cringed and buried my face in the cushions, hot tears of humiliation dripped from my eyes. But I had reached the point where humiliation and arousal built on each other and even in my extreme embarrassment, I felt my privates pulsing with desire, and my hips began to twitch.

When the laughter quieted a bit, Mickey spoke up.

"Gee, I don't know, Soo May," he said slowly, "it's been a long night and my arm is tired. Just a few more to finish up and then your punishment will be over."

"Finish?" I said, "no, no. It's too soon. I mean, I deserve much more."

This brought another round of laughter. I raised my voice so I could be heard over it.

"Could you at least make it sting more?" I continued. "Maybe you could use the paddle."

The laughter intensified.

"If sting is what you want, Soo May," Mickey replied, "the main obstacle is those thick undies you're wearing."

I got the hint. I pushed myself back and dropped to my feet behind the sofa, still facing away from my tormentors. Six weeks ago, I'd been mortified by the thought of running past these same people with my bare butt showing, so mortified that I'd fashioned a homemade diaper to cover myself. But now in the masochistic delirium that Mickey had spanked me into, my priorities were quite different. I grabbed the waistband of my panties and yanked them down to where they fell on their own to floor. I heard gasps behind me, but I ignored them and hoisted myself back up onto the back of the couch and bent forward again. I raised one dangling leg and laid it along the top of the sofa and then did the same with the other. Once again I slipped my hands under my thighs to grasp the top of the sofa. The bare little butt that I'd worked so hard to hide from these people now yawned open before them, the pucker of my anus prominently exposed. And below that, my swollen and soaking quim was fully visible too.

My strip tease drove the laughter and sounds of shock to another crescendo which drove home to me the fact that Dani, Brad, and, worst of all, Robby, could now all see my private treasures. Humiliation-arousal, for they were really all one thing for me at this point, surged in me again.

"OK, Mickey," I choked out, "I did my part; now please give me a hard fast spanking. Make them really sting."

"Very well," he sighed, as if my request was a tiresome chore.

With that he resumed the attack with vigor.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Ouch! ahhh Urrgh! ... unhh [gasp] Owww! nnnnnn, ... uh ..."

I began to squirm — well, to the extent that anyone doing a split can squirm. While doing so I discovered that if I rubbed my pubis forward and back on the sofa top I'd get a delightful little burst of pleasure in my clit. It lasted only a second each time, but it was good and I'd immediately want to do it again.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"Oo! [gasp] Errgh! mmmhhhmmm Owww! oh oh, aaahhh ..."

I began to rub my mound rhythmically forward and back by undulating my lower back and hips. When I say "I" however, I really mean that my hips were moving themselves. At this point in my arousal, it was really my body in control. My mind; that is, "I," was just a passive recipient of feelings: powerful pleasure but also extreme shame. I was making a soft groan of effort with each stroke and then a high-pitched "ah" of satisfaction at the subsequent pleasure-burst.

"Unnh, ah ... huh, ah ... hum, ah ... ugg, ah ... unh, ah ..."

Mickey noticed what was happening and he never missed a chance to turn the humiliation knob up another notch. He stopped spanking me and stepped back so that nothing distracted the audience from the sight of me humping the strong handsome sofa or the sound of me cooing my love to it.

"Hunh, ah ... uhh, ah ... mahh, ah ... ooo, ah ... humm, ah ..."

This produced another wave of tittering in the audience, which grew louder after a wisecrack from Jennie.

"I wonder if the dryer knows she's having an affair with the sofa? Don't worry, Soo May, your secret's safe with us."

Even Mickey chuckled at this, a rare break from his usual world-weary, just-doin'-my-job-ma'am, demeanor when spanking.

Robby took advantage of the pause in spanking to make a quiet aside to Brad in a professional "shop talk" tone. I only caught part of it.

"... teeny buns, but really firm ..."

"Mm hmm," Brad agreed.

At this point, Mickey stepped back to me and resumed spanking, just seconds before I would have been begging him to. My butt burned, but there was something exquisite about the sting, and I groaned in both pain and pleasure. His pace slowed, but each smack was hard.

Spank!

"Ak! Urrgh! Nnmmmnnn"

Spank!

"[gasp] Owww! ah ah, aaaooohhh ..."

Spank!

"Nurrgh! hmmmm"

My hands, this whole time, had been pinned underneath my thighs, gripping the top of the backrest. Now, I stopped my sofa-humping, turned the right hand palm-side-up, and slid it over to my mons which I immediately began to stroke side-to-side.

"Yeah! Alright!" was Robby's reaction.

"I knew this was coming," was Angie's.

"Me, too," was Jennie's.

Expressions of disbelief were Brad's and Dani's.

But Mickey didn't even pause.

Spank!

Spank!

Spank!

I jerked in pain with each smack, but my moans of pleasure became louder.

"Oh, Ah— Ow! ... Unh, Yes, MMM, Yes, Oh— Ah! Hurts! ... Huhuh, Oh, Uh ... "

I heard Dani giggle at the first "yes."

I pulled my left hand out from under my thighs and used it to drag my shirt up to my armpits, and then I slipped the hand between my flat chest and the cushions and began to massage my nipples. Meanwhile, my right hand shortened its strokes and increased their speed so that the pads of my fingers were brushing back and forth across my clitoral hood with lightning speed.

"Ahhh— Ouch! Umm, Yes, NNNUH-UM, Yes,— Ow!, Uhuh, Ah, Oh ..."

Soon I was verbalizing louder and louder as my fingers blurred across my clit.

"Ah Yes, spank ... [gasp] ... muh-me— Ouch! mmmhmmm Spank me. ahhh"

Behind me, seemingly miles away, I heard merriment from the assembled masses and I realized that the contrast between my jerks of pain and my pleas to "spank me, spank me" made the scene even funnier. At one point, the sequence of plea, spank, and reaction coincided perfectly and produced another chorus of giggles.

"Mmmmhmmm, spank me—"

Spank!

"Ouch! ... oh, mmmhmm, yes, good ..."

Mickey just continued methodically. Soon, I revived the phrase he had taught me in my very first session with him.

Spank!

"Unnh Anuh- nuh- nother, please."

Spank!

"Oh, yes, more. Another one, please"

Spank!

"Oww! ... [gasp] ... mmmmm, good ..."

My climax began its slow motion explosion deep inside me, and my sounds and words became louder ... and more frantic.

Spank!

"MMMMMMMMMUM, Yes! "

Spank!

"Ow! [gasp] NUH, NUH, UMMM, O Yes, yes [gasp]"

Spank!

"Oh, God, NNNNMMMMMUM, yes, more— more!"

The laughter behind me was now continuous. I broke from the "split" posture and began to kick my legs out wildly behind me. I pushed my upper body up, arching my back and closing my eyes. My whole world was reduced to two sensations: rapid-fire explosions of pleasure from my clit and delicious stings of pain from my blazing bottom.

As I reached my peak, I egged Mickey on like a starving animal.

"Harder!, Mickey, harder! ... [pant] ... UNNNHUN Spank me! GGGUUN, Yes! [gasp] ... Spank me, Mickey! ... [pant] ... MMMMMUM Smack my naughty rear! ... [pant] ... UNGGG, ... [gasp] ... MUH, NUH Smack it! ... [pant] ... UMMUH Faster! ... [pant] ... NUHHHH Spank my tiny boy butt! ... [pant] [pant] ... OOOOOO That's it! More! More! ... [gasp] [pant]"

Finally, I stiffened, my back arched, my legs sticking out straight behind me, my mouth open and my eyes squeezed shut. The pain and the pleasure merged into a single sensation for which there is no name, but it was good. I let out one last guttural moan and then collapsed.

I lay there exhausted, breathing hard, my legs dangling over the back of the sofa. My left arm hung limply on one side of the cushions. My right hand was still under my pubes, the sticky fingers protruding beneath my apple red bottom.