Joanie and The Bay Area Punishment Society!

I first met Joanie on-line, she was in her late 30's and married to a man who wouldn't spank her. We corresponded via e-mail for weeks discussing: spanking, teenagers, her marriage, dogs and the state of the economy. Then, out of the blue, she sent me an e-mail telling me about a get together she'd arranged with two members of the Bay Area Punishment Society (BAPS). She invited me to join in the festivities, which would certainly include spanking her. The two members traveled north east from the Bay, I traveled north and Joanie south. We met at a small road-side inn in Clear Lake, where we requested a room far away from other guests. The BAPS continent consisted of a thin older retired gentleman, Don and a women, Lady Fay, who was a little younger then Joanie. Once the introductions were made, Fay went over Don's knee to start us off. When Don pulled Fay's panties down, Joanie glanced at me and smiled. Fay explained that she was spanked often. And indeed, her bottom didn't color at all as Don laid into her. Fay looked stoic throughout the hand spanking.

Next, Joanie enthusiastically went over my knee. I warmed her up with my hand over her skirt before lifting it to come down a little harder on her panties. After a few minuets, I paused as she lifted her hips up to allow me to pull her panties down. Looking down at her lovely rounded pink ass, I continued her hand spanking in earnest causing her to mummer and sway from side to side.Her bottom had become a lovely shade of light red. Don placed a leather bag on the bed next me and opened it. I paused and reached into the bag to retrieve a short leather strap. Bringing that strap down on her flesh got her immediate attention. My left arm held her down as I alternated swats on her cheeks. She began to kick and her mummers gained volume as her bottom showed the path of each swat merging into two dark red cheeks.

When I stopped strapping Joanie, Fay returned to Don's knee for another short intense hand spanking. Then we moved some chairs, one facing one way and the other the opposite, to allow Joanie to lay over both Don's and my lap. Lifting her skirt, Fay looked down and complimented Joanie on her lovely well colored bottom. Don brought his hand don on her left ass cheek. I followed with a swat to her right cheek. This continues for a few minuets before we pulled matching leather paddles from the bag. Swats were again traded as Joanie squirmed below us. Don would hit hard and I would follow with a easy one; then we'd both apply moderate force before Don hit her lightly and I hit hard with that leather implement. Joanie resumed kicking her legs with each swat.

We let Joanie up and I sat on the bed. Almost immediately, Joanie placed her hips over my lap. Fay pulled a chair to the head of the bed and grasp Joanie's right hand as I resumed spanking her with the strap. I looked to the head of the bed and Joanie was smiling. I continued to spank her as I told her I'd wipe that smile from her face. Hearing this, her smile grew broader. I reached into the bag and brought the wood paddle down across both her ass cheeks. She squealed and kicked as that paddle assaulted her ass again and again - now alternating cheeks to bring tears to her eyes. Fay tightened her grip on Joanie's hand before turning towards me and saying:"YELLOW!". I nodded, and backed off a little, but she was being punished like she requested. I stopped when her ass was crimson. We hugged and went our separate ways.