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Embarrassed Wife

... recited by the Mad Hatter in chapter seven of ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland’. I encourage the reader to look it up. I sang, repeating the four lines over and over and over, as she sat there, tapping the keyboard, looking at the monitor. I heard the doorbell ring. “Don’t stop,” she said, as she stood up and went to the door, and opened it. Still singing, I could hear the exchange of “Hello, glad you could make it,” and I recognized the voice of her friend, Candace. “Come in, sit down,” Mary said to her, “Hillary should be here, soon. Don’t mind him. He is doing what he was told.” I heard a giggle, then, “And he looks so good, doing it.” “Oh, he looks much better once he’s got some color on that pale ass of his.” They talked quietly a few more minutes, then the doorbell rang again, and I heard Mary open the door, and I heard the voice of Hillary, as Mary admitted her. “Shilo, stop singing now,” Mary called out to me, and I closed my mouth. “Hillary, you said you are comfortable with a video camera, so take this… just point, and you see what you’re recording, here, and this is the button to stop and start recording.” “Sure, easy enough.” I heard the sound of a dining room chair, being dragged across the wooden floor. Then Mary said, “Shilo, turn around, and come here, by my side.” I turned around and walked up to her right side where she was seated in the chair, and I saw Candace, seated on the couch, and Hillary, standing in front and to the right of us. Mary nodded to ...

... Hillary, who pushed the button to begin the recording. Mary said to the camera, “Shilo embarrassed me in public, and this is his punishment. He is standing here in front of my friends and me, naked, and I am going to take him over my lap, and beat his bare bottom long and hard with this.” She held up her favorite…and therefore my least favorite… short paddle, about a foot long of hard wood, with an oblong spanking surface with numerous holes drilled through it. Then I heard her say, “… to start with. This session is being filmed, and will be posted on my Fetlife profile for ALL to see. Now, Shilo, over my lap!” I bend down, and over, and quickly had my legs extended out to her right side, my toes on the ground, my torso over her lap, the palms of my hands on the ground on her left side. I felt the paddle touch my buttocks as she said, “In order to keep your mind in the present and not escaping into sub space, you will count each smack.” The first smack made contact on the middle of my right buttock, and I grunted, “One….” The second smack landed on the middle of my left buttock, and I grunted, “Two….” Back and forth on alternating cheeks the paddle landed… upper curve, middle, lower curve, and on down my thighs, as I grunted and moaned the count, using every bit of self-control I could muster to not kick my feet up or cry out in any way other than the smack number. She stopped at two hundred. I was panting, gasping for breath. My bottom throbbed, burning in pain. “Get up! Go back ...