Readers,
Here is one more excellent submission to the Story of US writing contest. This untitled work of fiction was submitted by one of my email correspondents, and he’s put himself in quite a perilous position – with nearly twenty angry women settling the score for his extensive past disrespect. Read about this cad getting his comeuppance…and enjoy!
(The asterisks are my edits, as always – and, make sure to click ‘Read More’ at the bottom of the visible text, to reveal the full story.)
– Dana
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I didn’t know of Dana Kane, but some of my workmates had heard of her. I had long been known as a fliratious sort of man, the type who pinched women during 10 Kilometer road races, and slapped their bottoms at work.
Somehow I had avoided any negative feedback from the women because we had worked together for years, and I didn’t follow up with any systematic harassment.
But many of the women harbored deep resentment against me, as I was half aware!
One of my friends at work was particularly distressed because I had openly flirted at a party with one of her old friends. Unknown to me, she had a very jealous boy friend…who beat her when he heard about our flirtation, or, rather, my having lifted her dress at the party, laughing at her discomfiture.
He assumed only an ‘intimate’ would have done that. She tearfully tried to explain, but he silenced her with a slap to the face that left bruises.
So, unknown to me, several of the women contacted Dana Kane and arranged for a ‘session’ for me.
One day after work, my officemate, Kathy, smilingly asked me for coffee. A pretty woman often in tight dresses, she had asked me for coffee previously. She was risking a pinching as she knew…
She winked at me over her shoulder when she went into the elevator ahead of me, and deliberately bent over, the cloth of her dress tighetening over her small but well shaped hips.
“Go ahead, Mark,” she said, “Just once more..”
I obligingly swattted her across her rear, with a sharp blow she hadn’t expected that bunched the cloth over her behind.
“OWWW..” she exclaimed, “OWWW..” Her eyes flashed in hatred and anger: “You’ll be sorry for that, Mark, and very soon.”
When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, we stolled to the cafe and met a pert, pretty woman in a short miniskirt, showing off her fine legs, at a table in the cafe. She smiled disarmingly: “My name is Dana. How are you, Mark? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Yes, I’m sure,”, I laughed. “All bad, no doubt.”
Nex to her with coffee and tea were was my former co-worker Lana and Felicia, one of the prettiest women working there, in a long dress that I remembered from another incident over a year ago…
” Well, let’s see.” She pulled out some typewritten sheets of paper. “August 2010…slapped the waitress at the coffee bar, the daughter of the owner. September 2010: Pinched a woman while jogging around the lake. Identity of woman unknown. Oct. 2010: Turned the yoga teacher over the table in the gym and slapped her several times. Reported to the gym, you were suspedned two weeks from membership. Jan. 2011: You asked out one of the lesbians at your work, knowing it just embarrassed her in front of everyone.
Feb. 2011: You put a tack on the chair of the Vice President…no one knew who did that, but everyone heard her shriek. May 2011: You slapped the bottom of two of Anne’s friends, Anne being your best friend here where you work One of them left in tears…you laughed at Anne when she told you..’
Dana looked up and rattled the pages in her hand. She removed her glasses that gave her a professorial air, and said, ‘Should I go on?”
“No,” I stammered, taken aback at her confident, quiet authority. I had no idea who she was, but I could tell she was not a co-worker!
“After we finish our coffee”, continued Dana with the same friendly but ominous tone, ‘we’re going to go back upstairs and I’m going to spank you.”
She smiled at me warmly, waiting for the shock to wear off!
“But..” I said..She cut me off: “Finish your coffee and enjoy sitting down. You won’t be sitting down again for a LONG time.”
GULP..somehow I knew there was no arguing with this woman. There was a lot of giggling from Felicia, Lana, and also from the owner of the cafe, Gretel, who strolled over suddenly. It was Gretel’s daughter Felly that I had pinched,as cited by Dana.
“Funny how he suddenly has no smart remarks to make…’, said Kathy. “He just swatted me in the elevator. It still hurts!’
“Let’s go,’ chorused the women, rising from their tables. ‘I’ll be up when the cafe closes,” said Gretel. I stood up, not knowing I wouldn’t be sitting again for nearly a week!
Dana and Kathy led the way into the elevator.
Once the doors closed, Kathy gave me a resounding slap across the face! I saw nothing but stars for a second!
I stammered, “Wow, Kathy, that’s 49 stars and 8 planets–I can tell you’ve been working out!’
“How did that feel, Mark?” PAF!…She gave me another one, on the other cheek. ” Way to turn the other cheek, Mark,” said Felicia, giggling. “You’re going to be turning a lot of cheeks in a minute.” There was general giggling and guffawing, which continued for the next hour as, indeed, I turned many cheeks in many positions I had never before experienced.
“How many stars this time, Mark?” giggled Felicia. “Still counting..let’s see, 57,” I sobbed, since the pain was really overwhelming.
“Oh, fishty–sheven?” chortled Felicia. She mimicked my tears, as she was to continue to do during the interviews that punctuated the many slaps I was about to receive.
When the elevator doors opened, Kathy took me by the ear and put me in front of a mirror. You could see the red marks of her fingers across my cheeks.
“Take a good look, Mark. It’s only the beginning.” I had never heard her voice so steely before.
There was an unknown woman in the corner of the lunchroom. She came over and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Mary Laine. I’ll be doing the video today. I’m a friend of Marta’s.”
Marta was a former co worker whose e mail I had read by accident when she didn’t log off her computer, which we shared. She had been angry with me for gossiping a little about what I had read, as a joke. Apparently she was still mad, since she had arranged for her friend to video the events I’m describing.
Mary took me into the lunch room. “I’m going to do the prep for the video. She bent down and untied my shoes. “What…,” I stammered, stepping back. But Lana and Felicia came up behind me and grabbed my arms. Kathy gave me another slap… This time I counted 37, plus 15 assorted planets.
Mary took off my shoes, funbled with my zipper, and pulled down my trousers. Then she grabbed me and drew me over her lap next to a series of lights she had set up in a corner of the lunchroom. She pulled up my shirttail, and slowly, with a lot of chortling from the women watching, pulled down my underpants. She pulled them down past my knees, over my ankles,and tossed them across the room. “These white ones won’t do. We need some darker ones,’ she chirped.
“Isn’t it great to see his bare ass over a woman’s knees,” said Lana and Felicia together, as if they had rehearsed this line. “”And to see it whipped by a pro..”
“Can you bring the bag over there, please,” said Mary, very businesslike. She produced several pair of men’s briefs from this bag and held them over my bared behind, comparing the colors, finally choosing an orange pair. “This will show up better against this white behind,’ she commented as if to herself. She reached over and switched on the lights. “Can you bring that mirror?” she said to someone; my face was down near her ankles. I spent a lot of time studying women’s shoes and ankles from this point on.
A mirror was brought over and placed at an angle so that I could see my white behind over her lap, her legs crossed underneath my lap. There was a lot of chatter about how white I was, since Lana and Felicia were Filipinas, Kathy was Latina and dark, and Mary herself Chinese.
“The light will have to be adjusted here, it’s so white,” laughed Mary. “But I bet it won’t stay white.!!!’, she called out to the room in general.
I started crying from embarrassment. Mary gave me a few whacks with her palm, giggling, “I’ll give you something to cry about!” The other women gathered around and commented on the red mark made by Mary’s palm. “OUCH…OUCH..OWW” was my response, followed by more vigorous crying.
“Sorry, but I have to test the colors and the sound, so I need to hear you yell and cry to make sure we get that,” laughed Mary. “I’ll need some makeup too. Since your bottom is going to be the starring role, I’ll make it up like a face, I guess,”, and broke out laughing, so that I vibrated on her lap. There was general full throated laughter all around. Mary started applying creams and makeup to my behind, something she continued to do throughout the course of the spanking. t the general meriment of all, except, of course, me,
Mary pulled the orange underwear on over my ankles and up my legs, and stood me up. She called Dana over and had Dana sit down and pull me over her lap.
Dana and Mary discussed the proper positioning of my bottom. “I want his legs to be off the floor so he can’t kick using the floor for balance,” said Dana. Mary and Dana
tested several chairs and the furniture in the room by repeatedly tossing me over Dana’s lap and checking where my legs fell. Finally, Dana had the ‘right’ height and position for my legs and arms. I was allowed to put my clothes back on, finally, after being on display on Mary’s and Dana’s laps, stripped, for nearly half an hour while I was ‘prepped’ and repositioned in preparation for being spanked.
Mary and Dana arranged two mirrors so that I could see my bottom during the spanking and so that my face would be visible to the growing audience.
By now Greta had arrived as well, as had Marta and Diana, the yoga teacher at the gym I had playfully spanked at a party a few months before, cited by Dana. Two of Diana’s yoga students were with her.
*****
Greta’s daughter Fanny also arrived. There must have been 12 women by now, and they were on cell phones telling others to come.
My ‘friends’ Anne and Elvie also came. “We’re sorry, Mark,” said Elvie. “We tried to talk them out of the spanking, but we were outvoted, and when they told us all the things you had done, we couldn’t really argue..”
Dana took charge at this point, and hushed the giggling and chatting audience. They gathered around on chairs and the sofa.
“Okay, Mark. I’m Dana, a professional disciplinarian. There’s going to be a lot of audience participation today, and we’ve agreed you won’t be able to sit down when we are finished with you! This is why I am spanking you.
1. General disrespect for women
2. Slapping Felly in the cafe.
3. Laughing at Greta about slapping her daughter Felly.
4. Gossipping about Leslie’s affair
5. Asking out the lesbian women just to harass them and laughing about it with the other staff
6. Slapping a naked woman runner during the Bay to Breakers run.
7. Pinching Kathy in front of her daughter.
8. Reading Marta’s e mail and telling everyone about her break-up.
9. Embarrassing your wife with your conduct.
10. Lifting Diana’s skirt so that everyone could see her underwear.
11. Commenting on women’s underwear you could see when they bent over.
12. Pinching Charla in the file room
13. Putting a tack on Miranda’s chair.
14. Pulling down Randa’s running shorts
15. Fondling Elvie on the train.
16. Slapping your friend Anne on the behind when she wore tights.
17. Slapping your friend Anne so many times!
18. Turning Elvie over your knee and slapping her when she said you needed a spanking.
19. Commenting on Felicia’s tight clothes in Spanish with Marta.
20. Gossipipng about Lana when she got divorced.
21. Slapping your neighbor’s behind. We don’t know her name.
22. Putting Anne’s friend on your knee during a party
23. Taking pictures of Miranda when she was high and showing them around.
24. Spanking Toni in the parking lot.
25. Spanking Toni’s sister in the parking lot
26. Slapping the blonde receptionist downstairs.
27. Pinching the Latina receptionist downstairs
28. Lifting the skirt of the clerk in the grocery store.
29. Refusing to discuss my behavior with Anne.
30. Refusing to discuss my behavior with Anita.
31. Refusing to apologize to Greta.
32. Telling Felicia I was too big to spank.
33. Telling Monica a girl wouldn’t be able to spank me.
Some of the women were a little shocked at the length of this list. My friends Anne and Elvie asked, “Is all that true..?’ Christine, another woman who had arrived, said she couldn’t believe it, that I was really basically a pretty nice guy.
Kathy then came over and slapped me again. She had me count the stars. I got eight more slaps from eight different women, each time counting the stars. Someone wrote down my count each time, Felicia I think.
Then Greta passed out rulers to many of the women, I think all of them. They took turns, two by two, one holding my hand out while the other slapped my hand with the ruler. The women all counted the strokes. I was crying the whole time I got the slaps on the face and hands. The count reached 48, four per woman.
Dana then took over. First she grabbed me by the ear and sat me on a chair near hers. She took one of my feet and peeled off the sock, then the other. I wondered why my socks had to be removed.
She took a hairbrush out of carrying case. She picked up one of my feet, raised the brush over her shoulder, and brought the flat of the brush down on the inner arch of my foot with an amazingly loud KA-THWACK! I immediately burst into tears..I was sobbing anyway, from embarrassment.
The women all applauded and Felicia did her imitation of me sobbing.
‘TWO: called out several women as Dana gave me a second THA-WOP with the hairbrush on the sole of my foot. I cried even more loudly.
KA-THWOCK! FA-BAF! ZAKK! Dana gave me ten on each foot. I bawled and sobbed continuously. It was more painful than what she gave me later on my rear.
The women cheered when she finished. Some came over and shook her hand as I wailed and WAAHed. “My, my I heard Zoe say, one of my enemies at work. I didn’t know she had arrived. “That’s such great punishment. He has to face her while she lets him have it, and we can all watch him cry. Look at the tears. It looks like he just took a shower, all the water on his face..”
AFter several minutes, my sobbing subsided and Dana politely asked if I wanted some water. I already felt dehydrated from crying and sobbed, “Yesh, pweesh..” with Felicia echoing my slurring. She asked me what I thought of the way I had behaved, and I said ,”I’ve b..been…werry..werry vad…Vana…I’m shorry..” to the laughter of the room. After I had drunk some water, she told me to go apologize to every woman, one by one. I limped around on my stinging soles of my bare feet, again to general giggling, and apologized to everyone.
Dana then grabbed me in an armlock and marched me over to the carefully positioned chair and slowly, with saying she was genuinely sorry to have to do this, she unbuttoned my fly and took down my pants. She then laid me gently over her knees, squirming my behind into the desired angle over her lap. Mary adjusted the lights and sound again, and I studied Dana’s shoes, where my face was down near her shins.
Then Dana, laughing quietly, gently caressed my hips and very slowly lowered the orange underpants, revealing my bottom, glistening with the makeup Mary had applied.
Dana asked me if I understood why I was being spanked. The women attending burst into applause. “That’s great style she has, the way she strips him,” I heard Lana comment.
“I’d like to know what you think,”, Dana purred in a low voice.
I tried to stop sobbing long enough to babble, “I know I deserve this. I hope all of you will be happy with seeing me get this. There’s nothing more embarrassing than being spanked as an adult man by a woman, with other women watching.” I started crying. Dana softly said, “We’ll wait while you cry.’
The other woman kept calling out that they were glad to see me in this position, and there were many cell phone cameras and flash cameras in operation. I could see the women photographing my behind in the mirror they had positioned.
The women chatted about how great the paddling on my feet had been…
Dana was handed a hairbrush. “This is a favorite hairbrush of mine. It’s just the ideal weight and heft,” she said, swinging it around to warm up her shoulder.
Dana brought the hairbrush down with such a loud KA-KLAP that even my ears hurt. I started crying again. Dana waited until I stopped crying to give me the second swat with the brush.
Dana gave me from 3 to 8 strokes for each incident listed at the outset. ‘Mark, this is for what you did to Felly….this is for what you did to the blonde receptionist..This is for the tack on the chair..This is for saying women couldn’t spank you…(I got MANY from her for that one.) The audience called out and cheered the reddening of my rear.
Felicia imitated my crying. I yelled OUCH so often, my voice was hoarse the next day.
Dana stopped when I cried and resumed to make me cry again.
She stopped once in a while to comment on the reddening of my bottom, and laughed as she rubbed my behind and chatted with some of the women. There were pauses for photo-ops as well, advice on techniques with the hairbrush.
“It’s so great to see him over her knee.”
” I just like to hear him cry.’
” I love the sound of the brush landing.”
” I can’t get enough of the look on his face. He can’t believe this is happening.”
“WAAW”, said Felicia, echoing me.
“Boy I’ll bet he is sorry.”
“It’s hurting him more than it’s hurting her, that’s for sure.’
“This man has been bad to women, and know he’s getting spanked for it.’ That was Diana to her kids.
Dana never gave me more than a couple at a time, before stopping to comment, ask me how I felt, or chat with the women.
She asked me repeatedly how I felt being over a woman’s lap with my bare behind in view, turning red. I never had anything creative to answer–“It hurtsh. I’m shorry. I desherb it…”
Mary stopped her frequently to reapply her makeup, since the hairbrush was dissolving it. I could see a fine spary of it like a halo around my bottom, with each stroke of the hairbrush landing. As my bottom reddened, Mary stopped Dana to readjust the lighting filter to capture the effect. This sometimes was a lengthy process. I had time to study Dana’s shoes and think about what the women were witnessing, my bare behind held over Dana’s knees.
Dana sometimes stopped and put down the brush. She then used her palm, with a fast wrist action, making a loud KA-WHOP sound on my behind.
She carefully landed each blow with her palm so her hand was outlined in red, symmetrically, on each cheek. There were also four red rectangles on my bottom, with a curve in the middle, the imprints from her hairbrush, She stopped and made me look at the imprints on my bottom. The women attending crowded around to look as well. There was general laughter and commenting, “Now that’s what I call turning the other cheek.”
After about fifteen minutes, Dana called for a break. (There were three breaks, as I was over her knees for more than an hour. That must be some kind of record!)
She pulled my orange briefs back up and I was led to the counch, where I lay face down sobbing while the women shared cookies and coffee and discussed Dana’s professional life.
“We love the way you go slowly and tease him, but still hurt him so much.” And the way you take off his clothes is so precious,” said Felicia. Dana gave some lessons on taking control of men, how to put steel in your voice. “Never get angry or use force..for a woman those are always losing propositions,” she said. “I never spanked anyone who didn’t realize they deserved it.”
After the break, Dana said it was time for audience participation. ??
My friend Anne said to the crowd (must have been 20 by now), “You know I tried to talk you out of this. But hearing what Mark has done…I’m so embarrassed now to have taken his side.”
“In fact, I’m madder than most of you now. So..even though I’ve always been against spanking…I’ve just cut this from Wilma’s indoor lemon tree.” She flourished a switch.
So my friend Anne, to wild applause, now grabbed me off the couch by the ear, took me over to Dana’s chair, and with Dana’s help, stripped me and took me over her knees. She copied Dana’s technique of caressing me while pulling down the orange underwear, and also copied Dana’s slow rhythm of swats and conversation as she applied her switch to my stripped bottom. She only gave me about eight since Dana was afraid I’d start bleeding, my behind was so red. Then she pulled up my briefs and pants and stood me up, just as Dana had.
I could see such a look of anger and at the same tim, satisfaction on her face as she gave me the what-for.
She got even louder applause than Dana had. “Getting it from your best work friend, imagine how that feels,’ giggled Diana to her children.
My other friend Elvie said, “I’m next” She used her palm and made an impression right next to Dana’s on my behind. Once again, I endured slow stripping, Elvie adjusting me on her lap….with Mary’s professional help. Each woman re-dressed me after spanking me and handed me back to Dana.
Then Felly, Greta’s daughter, took her turn.
Then Yonnie the yoga student decided to participate. She gave me whacks with a yoga belt. This also got loud applause. But they didn’t hurt so much. Dana is a professional, after all. Most of the women who took me over their knees had never spanked anyone before, let alone an adult man.
Then the owner of the hair salon downstairs stepped up, with a hairbrush..this woman was a mother and skilled with a hairbrush!
Then Zoe, my old enemy, stepped up, saying, “This is better than my Prozac,” and took her turn with a paddle. Dana made her stop after a couple of dozen whacks or she’d still be spanking me.
The slow ritual of stripping and positioning occurred with each woman, with a break for me to finish crying each time.
Then Dana resumed her session, this time with a sort of switch with a star on the tip, that left red stars. She alternated this with slapping with her hand, again, only three of four at a time, for each of the listed transgressions.
She never seemed to get tired! Every smack seemed harder than the one before! I could see my tears running down her legs and into her socks, which started to look damp as the spanking continued.
When she finally laid her palm on my red behind and said, ” I think he’s learned his lessons,” it had been 2 hours since we had met in the cafe. And it wasn’t over.
For a finale, the women, more than 20, lined up, filed past Dana holding me over her knees, and each gave me a slap, while Mary changed the camera to close ups of each woman. Mary asked each one to briefly explain why they wanted to see me punished. This process took another hour!
Again I was allowed to dress. But then, Danny, who I had pinched years before, said, “I’d like him not to sit down for a long time..I’d like Dana to make blisters on his behind so he can’t sit down for days..”
Dana didn’t want to do this–neither did Anne or Elvie…but Danny eventually convinced Dana with the support of the majority.
Meanwhile, the women all decided to appoint Anne as sort of my probation officer. Anne would develop an behavior improvement plan, outline a program I would have to follow, and report back if I wasn’t following her directions. Anne promised not to spare the rod in dealing with me! First, I would have to speak to groups about the spanking, and attend a showing of the video each month at someone’s house….
Now it was nearly 8, and Dana took me once more by the ear. This time, she stripped me bare in front of the women, took my belt, and, using the belt as a weight, took a long wind up and FA-ZRAPP-VAF…the buckle came down on my red behind. I bawled for several minutes. I saw stars again.
The women showed me my behind in the mirror. Now there was a large welt on it. ZHA-CRACK…Dana gave me another belt buckle stroke on the other cheek. Now theire were welts on both red cheeks and the women were assured I wouldn’t be sitting down. It turned out to be three days of changing bandages on my bottom. They got some band-aids from the emergency supplies and bandaged the two welts before Dana..FINALLY…pulled up the orange briefs for the last time.
“There’s just one more treat in store,” giggled Kathy as I howled with pain in the corner. “Turn on your computers and add ***** on skype..Be online at 9 o’clock.”
Anne took me home. When I got there, my wife was waiting. “You were cruising for it,” she sighed. She turned on her computer and just before 9, I got one more stripping and once more the orange briefs came down. She stood me in front of the computer, connected with as many of the women as she could find online, and lifted my shirttail. Precisely at 9 she spanked me, just with her hand, only a few strokes, but given the condition of my bottom, I cried and howled at the computer, as many of the women watched, once again, as my own wife gave me a sample of what Dana had provided me!
“A great ending to a great day” was the message on Skype from Kathy. “Wonderful to see you get spanked by your wife.” said Zoe. “I hope it’s not the last time.”
“I’m sorry this had to happen,’ from Anne.
“I’ve never seen this many women so enthusiastic about a spanking,” was Dana’s comment. ” I have to say Mark showed he could take it on the chin…er, I mean, mostly on the bottom.”
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