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 Story: The Kyla Crepe Myrtle Incident (F/M)
Kyla is a rather tall blonde - five foot eleven - the same height as I
am, and over-the-knee spankings are her favorite.  She really applies the
paddle hard, and I also know that when she has me across her lap, I'm not

going anywhere until SHE decides to let me up, regardless of my wiggling.

   A couple of months after Kyla and I had become lovers, she had a little
get-together at her place one evening.  A half-dozen of her friends -
current and former co-workers - showed up just to spend an evening
together.

   "Hey, what's this?!" Analisa shouted from across the room.  My heart did
a flip-flop when I saw her holding up the paddle that Kyla uses on me.

   "Oh!" Kyla laughed.  "I didn't even know that was there!  Rick, I
thought you were supposed to put those things away.  Tell her what it's
for."

   Blushing slightly, I explained, "Well, we sort of play with that,"
hoping that would be the end of it.

   Kyla wasn't satisfied.  "What the hell does THAT mean!?  Tell her what
it's for!"

   I knew I couldn't evade any longer.  "Kyla spanks me with that - it's a
paddle."

   Kyla interjected, "When I paddle you, I don't see you treating it as
'playing' with it."

   "Oh, wow!" Analisa exclaimed, and the others became quiet.

   I noticed Analisa's wide eyes, and Kyla did too.

   "Since you carelessly left that paddle out there, Rick, maybe I should
give a demonstration with it," Kyla said in a voice loud enough for all to
hear.

   Kyla looked around.  The other ladies were obviously interested, but no
one wanted to say anything to betray their interest.  Although I was hoping
things would stay that way, Kyla forced their hand by saying, "Well, I
don't know if they're interested in a demo - so maybe I'll take care of you
afterward."

   Immediately the guests filled the air with their appeals to Kyla. 
Phrases such as "Come on, Kyla!", "Oh yes, please", and "Let's have a
demonstration!" punctuated the atmosphere.

   "Okay, my pet," Kyla said to me, "Let's show them how it's done!" With
the paddle in one hand, she led me by the hand to an armless chair and
seated herself.  She started to undo my belt and fly.

   "Wait," I said, "I thought that, uh..."

   "You thought you weren't going to have to bare your bottom?!  Rick, I
thought you knew better than that!  I ALWAYS spank on the bare bottom.  Now
are you going to pull your pants down, or are you going to earn extra?"

   Trying not to notice the other women there, I undid my jeans and tugged
them down just below my bottom.

   "Those too."

   I slipped my briefs down and Kyla guided me across her lap.  The room
was silent and charged with anticipation.  I had never had an audience when
being spanked.  The first swat imparted a sharp penetrating heat.  A couple
of seconds later she swatted on the other side of my bottom.  Kyla swatted
with her characteristic strength, and when she had delivered the sixth
spank I was squirming.  By the tenth swat I was squirming and shouting. 
Although I tried my best to keep from any vocal manifestation of my pain
(an audience can have that effect on some people), I freely gave way to
frantic shouts.

   After twenty swats Kyla paused.

   "That's how I warm his little bottom," she told the others.  "But I
don't know if he's had enough yet.  Do you think he needs more?"

   Sandy piped up, "Hey Kyla, don't you have a crepe myrtle tree out
there?"

   Kyla gave her a quizzical look.

   Sandy continued, "I think you should give him a good old fashioned
switching with a crepe myrtle switch.  What do you think?"

   "I've never done that," Kyla's sweet voice answered.  "It does sound
interesting."

   "I'll show you how!" Sandy volunteered.  "All I need to do is go out and
cut a couple switches and prepare them, and I can show you how to give it."

   Kyla's legs stirred; I was still across her lap with my pants down, and
I could tell from the way she moved that she was interested, and probably
aroused too.

   "Go for it, Sandy," Kyla responded.  "I think Rick needs some more
spanking tonight."

   Oh, no.  I had already been paddled, and I was going to get a switching,
with everyone watching!  Kyla had me stay barebottomed across her lap,
which was humiliating.  Sandy returned a few minutes later and hastily
peeled the leaves off the switches and rinsed them in the sink.

   "Okay, now," Sandy instructed, "I want him face down - on a bed, or on
the floor here.  We can put a cushion under him so he'll present better."

   Kyla had me get off her lap and told me not to pull my pants up.  She
got a firm cushion from the sofa and placed it on the carpet in the middle
of the room.  Sandy's dominant streak emerged as she looked at me and
pointed to the cushion.  "Get down there now," she ordered.

   When I was positioned with my hips raised, Sandy suggested that two or
three of them hold me in place.  Kyla knelt in front of where I was and
held my shoulders.  Cassie grabbed my ankles.

   "Now the basic thing," Sandy instructed, "is to just USE the switches.
Use 'em, use 'em, use 'em, until they're worn out.  I'm going to switch
only on his little bottom, but if you want to give a really good one, you
can switch on his legs too.  Okay, Kyla?"

   "Go ahead!"

   My dread of the impending switching was well-founded.  There is nothing
that compares with the sharp urgency of a switch when it strikes.  A switch
is usually very flexible, and curls around to wherever it can when it makes
contact.

   My hips bounced and jerked when Sandy switched me.  I twisted and
writhed against the restraints imposed by the women holding me down.

   "OW!  OH!  Aahh!  No!  Please!  OW!  Stop!  NO!  Aaaah!  That-hurts! 
OW! ..."

   Sandy paid no heed to my most sincere supplication.  She paused when the
switch was worn out, grabbed the second one and started fresh.  I struggled
arduously against Kyla's and Cassie's grip.  I vigorously jerked my hips
every time the switch fell across my well-reddened bare bottom.  I
continued my shouting, which had intensified with the commencement of the
new switch.  After what was to me an endless switching, Sandy stopped,
indicating that the second switch was worn out.  Kyla and Cassie released
their hold on me.  I stayed the way I was - I didn't want to have anything
else come in contact with my paddled and well-switched bottom.

   "That is how to give a proper switching!" Sandy announced.

   "I wish my boyfriend would move like that when we're in bed," Analisa
stated.  The others giggled.

   "Me too," blurted Cassie.  "If mine was that lively, I'd never let him
out of bed!"

   "That gives me an idea," Kyla mused aloud.  She told me I could pull my
pants back up and then said, "Sandy, come with me to the other room for a
minute." The two women spent about ten minutes talking, and occasionally
giggling, and then came back out.

   Later that night when I was tasting Kyla's sweet delights I asked her
what transpired in her talk with Sandy.  She said she'd tell me in a few
days about some plans they made, and wouldn't say any more.

   The next weekend, Kyla asked me over for dinner.  When I arrived Sandy
was there too, and appeared happy to see me.  Kyla was excited and nervous
at the same time.  We had dinner, cleaned up, and went into the other room.
Kyla had something on her mind, and I knew I was about to find out what her
plans were.  She was seated next to me on my left, and Sandy was on my
right.  They both snuggled fairly close, and I had to admit that I found
their attentions pleasant, even arousing.

   Both women made it a point to be in physical contact with me.  Kyla
spoke up first.  "I want to make you at ease around Sandy.  Do you remember
last weekend, after Sandy gave you the switching, we went in the other
room?"

   How could I forget?  I was curious about that all week.  I nodded
silently.

   "Well," she continued after hesitating, "When Analisa said something
about wishing that her boyfriend moved like you did during the switching, I
thought it was so erotic.  The thought of you giving me that kind of a ride
- I just couldn't get it off my mind.  I have to experience it.  So I asked
Sandy if she'd be willing to, uhmm, use a switch on you when we're...  in
bed.  She said she needed to think about it, and when we talked a few days
later, she said she'd do it if I would do the same for her." She looked at
me with her erotic eyes and said, "Would you do that for me?"

   The way that Kyla squirmed indicated that she was aroused, and that, in
turn, caused me to get hard, in spite of my initial reservations.

   "How are you going to make it work well?" I asked.

   She sensed my concern and replied, "We know that you have to be at ease
with Sandy in there too - no problem there.  And she knows that she's got
to start gently and only increase the intensity when you're too turned on
to have it affect you.  What say we get started?"

   I went with them to the bedroom.  I saw a couple of prepared switches
that had been placed by the bed.  To my surprise, Sandy quickly stripped
naked.  Kyla started to remove her clothes, looked at me, giggled, and
said, "Well, come on - take your clothes off, too!"

   I hurried to catch up with them, and when we were all naked, Kyla got on
the bed and moved to one side and motioned for me to join her.  Then Sandy
got on the bed and lay next to me on the other side.  Both women ran their
hands all over my body, getting me aroused in no time.  Sandy played with
my testicles while Kyla gently and sensuously kissed me.  Then, to my
delight, Sandy took over with the kisses while Kyla manipulated my
throbbing member and testicles.  Kyla retreated and Sandy rolled over on
top of me in full body contact.

   "I think we're ready," Kyla announced after a couple of minutes.  My
erection throbbed with arousal.  Sandy got up and Kyla got back on the bed
and pulled me on top of her.  I slipped in easily and she moaned.

   "Easy now," she said.  "I don't want you to come too soon."

   I felt the switch very lightly on my bottom, almost tickling, as I
slowly thrust inside Kyla.  Sandy then switched a little harder.  I could
feel it, although it didn't hurt.  Kyla moaned when Sandy added more force
and I intensified my thrusting.  Sandy steadily increased the strength of
the switching, and I definitely felt the intensity of the switch strokes.
My arousal, however, caused me not to feel the strokes in the same way as I
had the previous week.

   "Uhh...  Ahh...  Ohhh..." I exclaimed as Sandy switched my bottom rather
severely.  I pounded Kyla with my raging boner, to her obvious delight. 
Her reaction was all the more arousing to me, and I became aware, as I
approached the point of ejaculation, that the switch strokes were being
directly transformed into pleasure, even though Sandy was vigorously
applying the switch.

   Kyla stirred under me in a way that I recognized was her impending
cresting to an orgasm.  She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and
wiggled her hips and legs.  Sandy thrashed me furiously with the switch as
I exclaimed aloud and spurted into Kyla.  It seemed that all my anxiety and
pain shot out of me into Kyla's womanhood in the form of lust.

   A few minutes after I pulled out of Kyla, I started to feel the effect
of her switching on my bottom, though I still had an emotional afterglow
from the unique way that Kyla and Sandy used me.

   Sandy admitted that the whole scene was very arousing to her and that
she was hot.  Kyla suggested that I pleasure Sandy with my mouth.  I did
exactly that.  Sandy got on the bed and parted her legs, and I went to work
on her creamy womanhood while Kyla watched.

   After the session, Kyla remarked that she greatly enjoyed the romp, and
that she would need to practice giving switchings a few times before she
could reciprocate.

   She looked at me, and I knew that I would have a very sore bottom on
several occasions in the next couple of weeks.

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