Chapter 24. Father and Mother of the Bride

Barbara turned 46 on August 20th. Jeff and Amy had been married on February 20th, so that same Friday was their six-month wedding "anniversary." The young couple had invited Amy's parents over for a salmon dinner. Amy had arranged for everyone to arrive early in the afternoon.

It was a bright, sunny, warm day. The two couples settled down outside to visit. Amy served iced tea, and then returned with a plate of sliced fresh apples, and a bowl of warm caramel sauce. Amy smiled sweetly, and Jeff could hardly keep a straight face.

Since it was Barbara's birthday, the subject of families came up. Amy was 24 now. When Barbara was that age, she was just having her second child. And Lisa, they all knew, had herself just become engaged to be married. No, Amy was not yet pregnant. They might work on it soon, though.

But that topic fell in with Jeff and Amy's plans. Amy disappeared into the townhouse (they only had close-by neighbors on one side, which was good for noise problems). She came back bearing a box, wrapped in plain brown postal paper.

"Now that Lisa is engaged, we thought it might be good to give this gift back to you. We'll keep the plaque on display in our own bed room, and we won't be offended if you turn around and give this gift away again."

Tom unwrapped the box. He and Barbara peeked inside. It was, of course, the paddle.

"So, you think maybe Lisa would like the paddle?"

"I don't know, but I bet you can set them up for a pretty interesting week. If she comes crying to her big sister, I can fill her in on a thing or two."

This gift seemed to stand as permission for Tom and Barbara to inquire about how their wedding presents had been taken. They had been acknowledged with a "Thank You" note, but that was all. Tom asked. "Did the paddle ever get used?"

Amy was prepared to answer. "We thought you might be curious, but we've also been wondering: How in the world did you think all those things up? And why was it only Jeff taking advantage of *me*, and not the other way around? Not that it didn't work out okay, but I was getting kind of mad at the time."

Barbara explained. "Oh, we've used scarves and things since you were about five years old. Tom never gets tied up, but *I* do. We tried a few other things, but various kinds of scarves seemed the most interesting. You can also tuck a scarf or two in your suitcase. They don't take up any room. I always take a dark-colored scarf in the suitcase so I can wear it in public if it's too windy. And nobody suspects anything! Tom knows all kinds of scarf knots. If you ever get in a bind (Barbara paused and grinned), Tom could certainly help you out.

Barbara continued explaining, "Once you were married, we didn't see any problem in sharing these kind of personal matters with you. Like a lot of things, it's better for kids to learn from their parents than to get half of the story somewhere else. We were a little worried that you wouldn't be into bondage at all, but we decided to go ahead and take the chance. Did it work out okay?"

Jeff and Amy both had silly grins that provided answer enough.

Tom took up the explanation. "We set up Jeff as the more dominant player because that's how we prefer it. We decided to give you an idea of how *we* play and let you take it from there. I knew full well, for example, that a Boy Scout like Jeff would know the difference between a surgeon's knot and a square knot, and that he would know better than to tie a granny knot. But we gave very careful instructions for one method of hand tying so *Amy* would be standing on equal ground. We assumed that, at least by the second time, Amy would be paying very close attention to exactly how to tie someone up and make him helpless."

Amy's satisfied look showed that her father had been correct on that score. Indeed she had paid *very* careful attention. She disclosed, "Well, there *was* one morning that Jeff's snoring was keeping me awake. I shook him but he wouldn't wake up or roll over. I got both scarves completely tied before he woke up. He's a more careful sleeper now."

Tom took up the explanation once again. "We hadn't thought about creating the third package until you brought it on yourself. Then everything fit together. We set the scene, and decided to let nature take its course.

We had no idea, naturally, how you two would treat the situation. But the

spanking was already earned, so we hoped we were on relatively safe ground. At least, if you came demanding an explanation, we could give one! Of course we never actually found out what happened. We've been wondering all along if this paddle ever got used."

Jeff answered for them. "Yes. It got used, all right, but not until last June. I think we'll remember *that* day for a while. But it sounds like we were guessing wrong. The paddling business all came from the shoplifting problem, then. Amy's mother doesn't actually get spanked."

Barbara replied. "Well... There's a bit of a story there that you might appreciate by now. You heard that Lisa got spanked, too, for getting you in trouble in the first place?"

"Yes, Kim told me. Actually she said that Lisa had come over to apologize, and that she was going to get a spanking as soon as she got back home. I'm *sure* she got a good one, but she hasn't talked to me about it. Did you know that was the same day Jeff and I opened your presents?"

They didn't know that. "Amazing," Barbara replied. "This family had a lot of firsts that day, didn't we! Tom spanked me the same day for roughly the same reason as Lisa. That was the first time he had ever spanked me. So, fortunately, I have never been paddled. Tom had spanked me before Lisa got back home, so (luckily) Kim and Dianne never knew."

Jeff spoke. "So all three of you got spanked the same evening, and nobody ever knew. That *is* amazing! What did you think of it? I don't suppose you have ever been spanked since?"

"Well, it hurt a lot, but it was--ah--interesting. About three weeks later, I managed to get spanked again." Amy smiled at that. She had done the same, but in considerably less than three weeks.

Barbara had a bit of difficulty telling this tale, but between them, Tom and Barbara got things explained. It seemed Barbara was arranging to get herself spanked every three or four weeks. Tom spanked her to tears every time, so she couldn't take it any more often than that. But they both found the results of the spanking to be immensely satisfactory.

The first time they knew about. That was the same day Amy got her first spanking as a wife. The second time, Barbara announced that Lisa was gone for the night and Barbara did not care to make dinner that evening. What was Tom going to do about it? Tom would take her out to dinner. Then he would bring her home for a sound spanking. The better the dinner, the sounder the spanking. Barbara retorted by making reservations at the most expensive restaurant she could find, that was not fully booked. This was going to cost him. Tom made a remark to the effect of, "Three course meal--three course spanking."

The meal was five courses, plus dessert. They took in a movie after dinner. They enjoyed the time out together, and allowed their dinner to digest. Neither had any doubts about what was to take place once they returned home. Five courses, and the dessert came in generous measure.

It seemed that every time since, Barbara had done something to "earn" herself a spanking. But upon the details both parents remained tactfully silent.

With this disclosure, Jeff and Amy decided to describe the entire evening of opening the mysterious presents. As Jeff described the part about the candied apple slices, Amy took a slice from the tray before them and tore into it with a growl and a voracious bite. They all laughed and laughed. Tension had been building in the air with all of these unprecedented disclosures, and they were all glad of the chance to laugh and relax. Then Jeff explained the part about doing everything but stand her on her head, and they all laughed the harder. Thanks to the intervening months, Jeff and Amy could now be comfortable describing their adventures.

They described their adventures with the scarves, but there was nothing here of surprise to Amy's parents. Barbara asked if they had yet thought of this or that, and Tom and Barbara came forth with some further tips and

suggestions. Mostly, they described what did *not* work. And Amy thought *she* was adventurous! She had a lot to learn. Her Mom was really something.

That third package had caused some consternation, especially on Amy's part. So far, she had been cast in the role of being on the receiving end. It had looked like that role was about to take a turn for the worst. The explanation about games and switching roles helped a little bit. But when they opened the plaque, Amy knew she had been framed as beautifully as her mother's art work.

Jeff was faced with a quandary. This seemed to be a private family joke, and he was not sure what the whole story was. Jeff had realized that, in the long run, he would probably be more sorry if he did *not* take action. So he had stopped discussing it, led her over to the couch, and placed their daughter across his knees. He wasn't too good at it, but she *did* get spanked.

Amy politely corrected Jeff. That spanking had been plenty good enough.

They went on to explain that every time Amy wore that particular night gown, she managed to get lightly spanked on one pretext or another. (Amy noted that not all of those spankings had been particularly light.) They explained about their "rules" and secret codes. A word could be mentioned in mixed company, and they knew what the game would be as soon as they were alone, and nobody around them had any idea a message had been passed. Only a few of the games involved spanking or scarves, of course--but refusal to participate might well be rewarded with a spanking. Naturally, Amy sometimes refused to participate. To date, Jeff had never refused.

Tom and Barbara were extremely impressed. It had taken them *years* to work out that level of communication. Jeff and Amy gave a lot of credit to their thoughtful wedding presents. That's why they were returning the paddle. Tom and Barbara might need it if they planned to pass on some of their wisdom to Lisa as she married.

But there was more to the story. Amy had gotten used to being spanked, and was willing to be spanked for "real" offenses. Just like that framed plaque had suggested. So she had decided that she could get away with anything she wanted to, so long as she got Jeff to spank her before he otherwise found out. It was much easier, sometimes, to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. Jeff used that paddle, for the first time, in the process of straightening her out on the subject. For three months now, there had been no problems in that area.

"So the paddle only got used once?" Tom asked.

Amy replied, "No, Jeff got it once a week later. And it's actually been

used several times since."

They were getting back into a more delicate area here, but Jeff continued. "We discovered that, when applied in just a certain way, the paddle seemed to have an entirely different effect from a 'normal' spanking. In fact, we kind of hated to give the paddle up." Jeff grinned that silly grin again and finished, "But Amy just couldn't stand the thought of keeping something back from her sister."

Tom and Barbara laughed. Yes, there was no doubt Amy was willing to have Lisa set up for a spanking. A poetically just return for the shoplifting incident.

Barbara asked if Amy could describe what that "entirely different effect" was.

Amy got a dreamy look on her face. After a few moments, she shook her head. No, she couldn't describe it.

Now it was Barbara's turn to be impudent. "I don't suppose you'd care to demonstrate?"

Chapter 25. Amy Challenges

Oh, ho! Conversation was one thing, but demonstration was another. But both parents had seen Amy spanked before, of course, and Barbara pointed that fact out.

Amy thought about that and laid down the challenge. "Very well. Jeff and I can demonstrate. But only if Mom will try it too. And then we can have dinner." There. She'd said it just right. She had committed them before Jeff could intervene, and had made it clear that there would be no extracurricular activities after the paddling. After all these years, to see her mother spanked would be worth it.

All were a bit surprised at Amy's challenge. What an impudent little minx! Well, she always had been the adventurous type. It looked like the younger generation would be teaching the older one a thing or two.

Barbara was suddenly not so sure about this, but just as obviously

intrigued by the prospect. She asked Tom his opinion, and they both agreed. Jeff realized he was already committed, and likewise agreed with a warning to Amy that this might cost her later on. She had figured as much.

Jeff took on the role of "Master of Ceremonies." He invited everyone inside. They all helped carry in the leftovers, and Tom presented Jeff the box with the comment, "You'll be wanting to borrow this, I presume?" Jeff formally thanked Tom and led everyone inside.

Tom and Jeff brought two chairs from the kitchen, setting them next to the guest chair. These were for the audience's convenience, Jeff explained, but nobody was required to sit down if they did not care to. Jeff and Amy moved the sofa to the middle of the room.

Jeff stood behind the sofa, facing the audience. "The way we found to achieve the right effect is for the victim to bend over the back of the sofa, here. That's why we have to move it to the middle of the room. We have also found it prudent to place a towel across the top here, so the upholstery doesn't get stained. Amy, if you don't mind?" Amy produced a towel, and carefully spread it out along the top of the sofa back. The towel was thick and fluffy, but she knew that when she lay on it, the texture had just the right amount of roughness.

Jeff continued his discourse. "Every time Amy has been paddled here, she has already had her bottom well-warmed with a hand spanking. I don't know if this part is strictly necessary, but I would certainly hate to skip a step and ruin the entire effect."

Amy showed her dismay. But she said nothing.

Jeff explained this reaction, too, in his best professorial manner. "As you can see, Amy has no reply to such impeccable logic. As we explained to you earlier, our 'rules' say one must bow to the inevitable in the face of such impeccable logic. Actually, I am a bit surprised. Amy is usually at her logical and creative best when the state of her back side is at risk. She would usually have three different explanations of why it was not necessary to spank her. What that means, of course, is that she wants to see her mother across someone's knee before dinner."

Amy was sitting in the audience, with her parents. She smiled vindictively and concurred. "Jeff got it right the first time, again!"

Chapter 26. Warm Up

Jeff walked around and sat down on the sofa, on the right side, with his knees slightly to the left. Amy stood up. One could not help but note the presence of such beauty. Any time Amy stood up (or sat down, for that manner), people noticed. Jeff was very proud of his wife.

Today Amy was wearing a light cotton blouse with the tails gathered and tied at the waist, with matching candy-striped shorts. She reached to begin removing her shorts.

Jeff stopped her. "I think we can demonstrate with clothing intact today. Just come on over." Barbara was relieved. She, herself, had been about to object.

Amy knelt down to Jeff's right and leaned herself across his lap, with the upper part of her body laying comfortably on the left side of the couch. That left her bottom aimed nearly at the audience. It was pointed a little to their left, but, she was sure, in full view. But, this time, she was sure her parents were going to enjoy the show. Jeff shifted her a little bit forward so that her knees were no longer touching the floor.

Jeff explained. "This is not actually a punishment spanking, and Amy is much more comfortable laying like this." Suiting actions to words, he continued. "I can wrap my left arm all the way around her waist like this, so she's kind of tucked under my arm. In this position, she's going nowhere, and since I'm leaning to my left, away from her legs, she can't kick me either. Unless she really struggles, it's actually quite relaxing. If she gets too talkative, I can just sort of lean down on her back and the sofa pretty much muffles whatever it is she had to say. I'm turned the other way and am free to pay attention to the task at hand." Jeff slapped his wife on the bottom, letting his hand lay there.

Tom and Barbara agreed that was most sensible. Jeff proceeded with the spanking. Jeff continued his lecture, hardly paying any attention at all to the fact that he was spanking his wife. He might as well have been giving a running commentary to a class of students as he mixed two chemicals together to show their effect.

"The objective here is to produce an all-around warmth. As you can see, I am not spanking especially hard, only about medium. And Amy is quite relaxed, just like she is supposed to be. Having started at the middle, I work around to the outside of one side for a while, then a bit higher, and then a bit lower. Then I take care of the other side to make sure things are balanced out."

Jeff continued the spanking, with a casual running commentary the whole time. Jeff addressed all of his remarks to his audience, completely ignoring Amy. "I suspect Amy's bottom is finally beginning to warm up. With these shorts on, of course, it's a bit hard to tell. But you can see she's having a little trouble keeping her legs still, and she's starting to squirm a little bit. That's a good sign. But the tops of her legs need to be warm, too, so I'll take care of that now."

Amy squealed, "No!"

Jeff continued, "Amy always protests when I spank her legs." Jeff

continued spanking her bottom a bit longer, as he explained what was to come. "She will probably kick quite a bit. Under those circumstances, it's actually quite difficult to get an even pink from about midway to her knees, up to the rest of the pink area. I don't know why she makes it so difficult for me, but she always does."

Without changing rhythm, Jeff reached over to swat the back of her left leg, right in the middle. He timed her kick perfectly, and slapped the back of her right leg. "Now I'll try to make an even pink from there back up to her bottom." He leaned into Amy's back a bit to cut off her protests, and continued to catch the back of her legs on the upswing. "As you can see, Amy can freely twist and turn, but her waist is immobilized, so it doesn't actually do any good. But she struggles anyway."

Jeff declared four swats to each leg adequate, for demonstration purposes. The skin below the hem of Amy's shorts was definitely pink, but not an angry red. Jeff returned to spanking her bottom. Amy struggled to get her head raised a little bit. She announced that this was already good enough.

Jeff explained to the audience, "Amy will always tell me when the spanking is hard enough, so I never need to worry on that score. The problem is that she's usually wrong. It probably comes from being too close to the situation-- her perspective is a little off. But by the second or third time she tells me, she's usually right. Amy knows all this, of course, and has tried any number of ways to 'cheat.' She has tried to tell me, too soon, that the spanking is good enough. She has tried to tell me a second time right after the first. She has tried begging and bargaining, and all manner of such cheating." Jeff continued casually slapping his wife's shorts-clad bottom. "You can probably guess how I treated the cheating incidents. But, I think she's right. This should be a good enough spanking for demonstration purposes." Jeff continued slapping. "As you can see, I did not spank especially hard. I concentrated on being thorough. Still, it looks to me like Amy can tell that she's been spanked." Jeff finally stopped spanking, laying his right hand across Amy's legs to settle her down.

Amy stood up. Her eyes were a bit watery. Regardless of Jeff's assurances, that one had hurt. But he was right; she had been well-spanked prior to every paddling. She would do her best to ensure her mother got the same.

Chapter 27. Demonstration

Jeff stood up and walked his wife to the back of the sofa. The towel was still in place. Amy lay over the back of the sofa while Jeff continued his lecture. "What works best is for Amy to lay right on the back, here. I have her spread her legs pretty far apart, so that she can stand there with her knees straight. Then she leans over as tightly as she can, with her abdomen pressing against the back of the sofa. She can just reach to grab the couch frame in front, there, to hold herself in place. It seems useful for her to have something to pull against." Both parents realized their daughter was displayed most provocatively. No wonder the kids liked it.

"Now I start paddling her down low, very gently. Hardly more than a tap. I think Amy lets her mind wander, so that she doesn't even notice it. She stays completely relaxed, except for holding on with her hands." Amy concurred with an "Mmmmm." They had never actually discussed that aspect. Jeff continued, as he began to strike her with the paddle, "After a while, I will very gradually increase how hard I spank her with the paddle. I concentrate on staying low, just getting her lower bottom and upper thighs. Once she starts squirming a little bit, I adjust the tempo accordingly."

Jeff now fell into silence, and began carefully paddling his wife as he had just described. Amy's parents sat and watched in rapt attention. Jeff slowly increased the strength of his strikes. Amy remained relaxed and apparently off in some dream land of her own. But the paddling was having its effect.

Amy still showed no notice of the spanking, but her hips began to move ever so slightly. She remained in her own world, paying no notice to the audience. Jeff again slowly increased the strength of the paddling. Soon, Amy could no longer ignore him.

"Ouch." Amy sounded like she was waking from a deep sleep. Now each splatting swat yielded another "Ouch." Her clear enunciation showed that she was fully awake now. "Ouch... Ouch... Ouch." Jeff continued spanking her with the same firmness, the same tempo. Amy lay there and took it, but all could see the tension was rising. Amy hung on to the sofa frame and struggled to keep from kicking her feet.

Another five or six swats, and Amy's arousal was clear. She would soon be coming to the point of crisis. Jeff gave one hard swat with the paddle, right on the highest point of her bottom, a couple of inches higher than he had been striking.

Amy yelled in surprise, "Hey!"

Jeff announced that the demonstration was complete. Amy could get up now.

Amy stood up, but she was steaming. "What a cruel trick! I'll get you for that later!" Jeff reached around her and kissed her thoroughly. That didn't seem to help any. Jeff patted her on the bottom and noted that they still had guests to entertain, and a dinner to cook.

Tom and Barbara were deeply affected by the demonstration. All they could say was, "Wow!" Barbara was now extremely nervous.

Chapter 28. Barbara Accepts the Challenge

Finally, Tom spoke. "Yes, I think we'll try exactly the same procedure. Jeff, I'd like you to do the warm-up part and then help me get things arranged right for the paddling. I have a feeling Amy won't at all mind seeing Jeff spanking her mother. I would have thought she'd be happy to see me using the paddle on someone besides herself, but now I'm not so sure!" Amy assured her parents she would be a very attentive and appreciative audience.

Jeff sat down on the couch as before. Barbara was wearing a sun dress with a full skirt, in a cotton print. The fabric was light weight in deference to the warmth of the day. She had no more protection from the stinging slaps to come than her daughter had. Barbara knelt and then lay across her son-in-law's lap, resting her upper body along the sofa. She scooted forward until she was in the same position her daughter had been. Jeff arranged her dress so that it was smooth across her bottom and then stroked her bottom and legs to get the dress to conform to her body as much as possible. Jeff wrapped his left arm around Barbara's waist and began spanking in the same casual fashion as before.

Barbara remained relaxed and casual, letting Jeff spank her all over. Jeff took his time. He spanked without comment this time. Jeff worked over her entire bottom area, just as he had with Amy. Barbara had a little bit more bottom area, but not much. Barbara retained a slim waist, but her hips were no doubt wider due to child bearing. It was obvious whence Amy had inherited her beauty.

Jeff turned to Barbara's legs. Barbara still had no comment. Her only reaction was to clench her legs tightly together, catching some of the fabric of her dress between them. Barbara remained silent through six slaps to each leg.

Jeff looked up to Tom. "Is this normal? Am I being too gentle? Amy would be nearly frantic by now."

Tom replied, "Look at her face."

Jeff let go with his left hand. Barbara twisted around to look up at Jeff. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Barbara stated in her mother-lecturing-daughter tone of voice, "I didn't see any need to make a big scene like Amy did."

So the challenge had been accepted! Jeff inquired, "Shall I spank you the same as Amy, or do you need a harder spanking to get warmed up?"

Barbara pronounced, "I want it to be exactly the same as your demonstration with Amy." Barbara then turned back to the sofa so Jeff could continue the warm-up.

Jeff had a tiger by the tail, so to speak. He resumed spanking Barbara. Barbara remained perfectly still, as if nothing were happening. If this were Amy, he would have lifted her dress, pulled her panties down, and spanked her hard enough to get a reaction. But this was not Amy. He continued to spank Barbara, just as hard and long as he had spanked his own wife, but no longer. He would have to be satisfied with knowing the paddle would get a reaction from her. Especially since she had never been paddled before.

Chapter 29. Barbara Stands the Test

Jeff had finished Barbara's "warm up." Barbara stood up. She had not made a sound, but a few tears were slowly dripping down her face. She gave a lopsided smile, not even bothering to wipe away the tears, and walked around to the back of the sofa. All three helped arrange Barbara in just the proper position. Barbara was a couple of inches shorter than her daughter. That presented difficulties.

Barbara bent forward, over the back of the sofa. She let her weight rest on the sofa back, steadying herself with her hands on the seat cushion.

Her legs were shorter, so she couldn't spread them as far as Amy had and still stand on the floor. Jeff assured her the width was important. Barbara spread her legs apart the prescribed amount, resting just on her toes. With her weight forward, she was sure she could hold herself that way. Then came the next problem. She could not quite reach the sofa frame the same way her daughter had. Amy solved that problem with glee. She would be happy to hold her mother's hands while her mother got her bottom paddled. Poetic justice was once again served.

Barbara was now in position. Tom took up the paddle. Jeff explained apologetically that it was vitally important Tom be able to properly see the target. In other words, it was important that Barbara have her skirt lifted out of the way. Jeff then sat down to form the audience.

The skirt of Barbara's sun dress was very full. That is, Tom had no problem lifting it out of the way, to completely expose Barbara's pale blue nylon panties. Tom tucked the dress a bit under her hips so that it would stay out of the way.

Tom asked his wife if she was ready. She was. Barbara had just the tips of her fingers around the sofa frame, and Amy sat in front of her, holding her wrists firmly in place. Amy could bear down with her weight if need be to keep Barbara from escaping. Amy reminded her mother to think of something else, to completely ignore what was happening. (Amy was kneeling, keeping her bottom off the carpet. And kneeling like that, she knew very well her husband's attention would not be limited to observing her mother.)

Tom began stroking his wife's bottom with the paddle. He began gently, just as Jeff had with Amy. Tom gave her a dozen light swats across her

panties. Tom realized the idea was to give her a false sense of security, to give her the impression that this spanking could safely be ignored. Jeff watched with approval.

Tom slightly increased the severity for a half-dozen swats, and then spanked her yet harder. Barbara made not a sound, not a motion, not a twitch. Her back side jiggled a bit at each swat, but that was the only motion.

Jeff signaled to Tom to continue spanking at this severity for a while. This intensity was too much for Barbara to completely ignore. But a dozen identical swats allowed Barbara to regain her impression that externals could be safely ignored.

But Amy, holding her mother's wrists, could tell that tension was building. There were no external indications, but Amy could feel her mother starting to pull away from the sofa frame. Amy held her in place, and her mother began to ever-so-slightly pull against Amy. Amy whispered between blows, "Keep on just as you are."

Tom paddled on, just as the kids had indicated. There was a volcano building here, and it was going to take a while before the volcano would be ready to blow. The steady swats stirred the otherwise silent room.

Jeff motioned to turn up the heat. Tom glanced at Amy, and she nodded. Time to present Barbara with a situation she could no longer ignore.

Splat! "Oh!" Just as Amy had, Barbara woke up. To find a very, very warm backside. Splat! "Ouch!" Barbara clenched her bottom after that blow, but had little success with her legs spread so far. Her panties began to soak through. That, of course, was a good sign. In spite of noises to the contrary, Barbara was enjoying her "education." Tom continued spanking her in earnest.

Barbara began to cry, her sobs in synchrony with the swats to her bottom. She pulled on her wrists, but kept her feet in place. She cried out, "Oh, it hurts!" But she was not in any way frantic. Tom stepped up the tempo a bit further, and Barbara ground her hips into the towel-covered sofa after each of the next three strokes.

Time to finish up, Tom realized, or the volcano would blow. Tom hesitated a few extra seconds, and laid his best punishing swat of the paddle to the highest part of her bottom, the same as Jeff had to Amy.

Barbara shrieked in surprised agony and made to get up. Checked with her wrists held in place, she began kicking her feet wildly. Amy held her tight and informed her mother in a sickly-sweet voice, "Now you know how it feels." Only then did Amy release Barbara's arms.

Barbara stood up, pushing herself up off the seat cushion. She grabbed the back of the sofa and staggered. Her dress was still partly caught up around her waist. Tom grabbed her to steady her, hugging her and smoothing her dress back down.

Barbara said, "I'm fine now. I probably just blew a fuse!"

Chapter 30. Dinner Conversation

Amy asked her mother if she would mind helping her get the salmon broiled. The two women repaired to the kitchen, talking about whatever it is that well-spanked wives discuss among themselves. Jeff found out later that they had shared stories of newlywed cooking disasters. By time the salmon was cooking, they had calmed down enough to make repairs to hair and face.

The paddle lay in its box on the sofa, the sofa returned by Tom and Jeff to the wall.

Dinner was picture-perfect. The dinner conversation turned to other topics. Both couples steered away from the afternoon's demonstration. But both women were eyeing each other, to see who would squirm in her seat first. Amy jumped up to refill the pitcher, and Barbara was immediately up to help her. Their excuse quickly exhausted, the women returned to their seats.

Tom renewed the subject. "Are you both *sure* you want to return that paddle? It seems you two are able to put it to better use than we had ever expected."

Amy was firm in her determination that her sister not be short-changed in her marriage experience. Jeff wondered if perhaps Tom would be willing to make them a new one. Jeff would be happy to buy the wood.

Tom would be delighted to, and would select the wood himself. He would stick with maple. Jeff suggested that the effect might be a bit better yet if the blade were just the tiniest bit longer, and just about an inch wider. It seemed to be that splatting sensation which made the difference, and spreading the impact over slightly wider territory might be most advantageous. The thickness seemed just right. Of course, he couldn't go too far wrong making one identical to that old family heirloom laying on the sofa.

Tom inquired of the local experts, and the two women agreed Jeff might be right. Tom said he would make one as suggested, and once the design was well-tested, he would make a second one for his own use. Jeff agreed that seemed a reasonable plan. Jeff graciously offered use of their sofa for testing; he and Amy could arrange to be out for the evening. Jeff further noted that with a couple of scarves available, Amy's assistance would be unnecessary.

Dinner complete, Tom and Barbara declined dessert. It seemed they needed to get home early tonight. Nobody needed to guess why. There had been two extremely frustrated women at dinner, both remaining highly aroused. Tom and Jeff were in hardly better shape.

As her parents were leaving, Amy had one last piece of advice. "Make sure Mom gets her birthday spanking tonight!"

End of FathrBride