Featuring characters from my earlier story ‘Further Education’.

Red wine and conversation flow smoothly at what, superficially, may seem a typical dinner party in a substantial suburban house. Intimate friends united by a mutual interest chat amiably, yet despite the relaxed atmosphere the group has an air of unspoken expectation.

“And now,” Phillip, the co-host taps on a crystal wine glass to gain everyone’s attention, “in addition to dining we also like to entertain.” His three companions exchange smiles and knowing glances; they’ve previous experience of his euphemistically termed ‘entertainments’. “Tonight, it’s a spanking game Louise and I have played several times, but never with others; I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as we do.” Phillip’s curvaceous partner, Louise, smiles reassuringly at their guests, Nicola and Ben, a couple some years their junior. “Right,” he continues, “who’s heard of a book called ‘The Diceman’?”

“I read that when I was a student,” replies Nicola. “A novel where the hero determines the course of his life by throwing some dice.”

“Exactly,” agrees Phil enthusiastically, “and dice are integral to our game because all outcomes are determined by chance. “Here are some basic rules.” He passes each of them a sheet of concise instructions:

Two dice are required.

Step A (single dice) instrument of punishment.

Step B (both dice) number of strokes.

Step C (single dice) punishment position.

Each female participant follows the sequence three times.

No repetition, if a previous score is repeated ignore and continue until a new score is achieved.

“What about implements and positions?” enquires Ben.

“I’ve got a master list,” reveals Phillip, “I’ll let you know which corresponds with each score as we go along.” He catches a look of doubt from Nicola. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

“It’s OK, reassures Louise, “I helped draft them.”

“So, who tosses the dice?” Ben asks the key question.

“Phil and I have always followed the practice of letting the lady choose,” says Louise, adding ruefully, “only fair, she’s the one on the receiving end.” Meanwhile Phil lays out the implements of correction in a neat row on the table along with a pair of dice.

“I’m afraid I came straight here from work and these commuting clothes aren’t very glam.” laments Nicola. Not wholly true, a close -fitting shirt and jeans on her slender figure flatteringly emphasise pert breasts and a firm little bottom.

“Don’t fret, darling, you look as gorgeous as ever, what I wouldn’t give for a waist that slim,” says Louise. Nicola blushes at this compliment from the elegant older woman, who wears a blue silk suit, beneath which a fine pair of legs reveal the seductive promise of sheer stockings. A pregnant pause settles on the room, the female participants nervously drain their glasses, until, as if by unspoken agreement, all eyes settle upon Phil.

“Shall we commence?” he asks rhetorically.

“This is scary,” admits Nicola apprehensively.

“It’ll be fine,” Louise soothes, emboldened by prior knowledge and several glasses of wine.

“To begin I suggest we swop partners…” This comment garners shocked looks and Phil hastens to explain. “I’ll punish Nicola and Ben will deal with Louise.” The quartet gather closer for the initial throw of the dice.

“As you two are absolute beginners it’s only fair I should go first,” says Louise to her guests. She shakes the two cubes between perfectly manicured hands, tossing them onto the table. Ten for the number of strokes is, from everyone else’s point of view but hers, an excellent start, and Louise’s dismay deepens when she discovers they’ll be from the hated plastic ruler. Heart pounding, she throws again. “Please, can I keep my knickers on?’ she pleads.

“As long as I can retain mine for my first session too,” agrees Nicola.

“Okay, but they’ll come off when I take over,” warns Phil. If Louise has forgotten the plan to swap partners for the initial episode Ben certainly hasn’t. At a nod from Phil, he escorts her to a generously padded chair and bids her kneel on the seat cushion, facing the rear. Raising the hem of her skirt he pushes Louise forward emphasising the full swell of her delightful buttocks. Louise is only too acutely aware of her indigo-blue knickers cutting into her bottom divide. Matching suspenders strain at the welts of dark stockings framing the plentiful expanse of the target area. Without waiting or her to compose herself Ben applies three crisp strokes to her right cheek with a sturdy plastic ruler, followed immediately with another brisk trio to her left.

“Hell, that smarts!” Louise wails, hips weaving animatedly, parallel lines blazing across both buttocks. Nicola winces in sympathy and thinks anxiously of what the notoriously strict Phil might inflict upon her less protectively padded behind.

“Final four,” says Ben with a flourish, Louise yelps loudly at each then slumps forward. relieved to have survived thus far without tears. Chivalrously he helps her up and, as she rocks slightly in her high-heeled sandals, Nicola solicitously examines the marks, slender fingers lightly tracing the Hot red lines which now decorate her hostess’s posterior.

“Looks tender,” she says sympathetically.

“Very,” Louise confirms sadly. “I’m afraid Ben is far too eager a student of my husband’s.”

Stomach churning, Nicola takes the dice. It could, she concedes three throws later, have been worse. Five strokes, half of what Louise suffered, delivered with the tawse while kneeling on the piano stool. Phil, ever the patrician, helps her assume the correct stance, hands on head, knees parted to maintain balance, before tugging her jeans down as far as they will go, a tiny thong barely sufficient to conceal her pubic mound, and all but disappearing between her cheeks. Phil takes up a three-tailed leather strap.

“Since it’s only five strokes, I intend to ensure you feel them, ” he says sternly. Raising her eyes to the ceiling to avoid seeing the fearsome strop, Nicola nods mutely in reply. The first stroke swats across the very crown of her buttocks, the second and third blows following in quick succession with no time to recover.

‘”Offutt!” Nicola wriggles her hips, trying to ride out the rapidly spreading hurt. Tenses ready for the next stroke, its impact, where thighs and buttocks meet, nearly pitching her from the stool. Struggling to stay balanced her cry of distress rises an octave when the final stroke slashes down across already sore and stinging flesh. “Yeow!’ In a flash Nicola is on her feet, urgently rubbing sore buttocks and performing a cute, impromptu jig before her three friends, who can’t conceal their amusement.

“Oh wow, Phil you beast, that was harsh,” she complains.

“Not really,” he replies smoothly and clearly without guilt. “Just wait until you see what happens to Louise. She’s on next.”

With trembling fingers Louise takes her second turn with the dice, and is mortified to have to perch, sans knickers, with a knee on each arm of the upholstered chair on which her ordeal begun. Try as he might, in truth not very hard, Ben can’t wrench his eyes from the alluringly presented rear of this cultivated and refined woman. Watching, aghast and yet aroused, Nicola senses her fellow female’s humiliation; clutching the chair-back for support, private parts proffered at eye level, lewdly accessible to gaze or touch.

“Oh dear,” Nicola says wickedly, “it seems the fickle dice have decided on eight strokes with the tease whip.”

“What’?” Louise panics. “Have you any idea how those leather strands cut and sting? Biting into every nook and cranny?” “Dreadful,” Nicola agrees, grasping her friend’s hands and emboldened by the heightened sexual tension, kissing her on the mouth, tongue delving between ruby lips. “I think she’s ready,” whispers Nicola, teasing the protuberant pleasure-bud of the older woman’s clitoris.

Louise is soundly whipped, Phil flicks the leather tails across both buttocks, ends curling in to sting sensitive inner thighs. Muffled by the Sapphic embrace, Louise jerks against her friend’s grasp as Phil applies a concluding stroke. Bottom burning. she climbs stiffly from her ungainly pose.

“Ooh,” Louise moans, unashamedly sliding a hand between her legs while the other rubs her crimson-streaked posterior, “my poor bum.” She turns and looks lasciviously at Phil. “A couple more strokes and I’d have come.”

“Next,” calls Ben impatiently, amid the heightened erotic tension. With her first cast of the dice Nicola’s flushed face bears witness to the excitement dampening her silky slit. The dice score requires the removal of her trousers, top, pants and trainers and to stand, legs spread, wrists tied behind with soft cord. Louise looks delighted when Nicola’s next throw determines the same whip she received only minutes earlier.

“Now we’ll see how you like it. You’ve seven to come and I hope Ben will put some force behind them.” Louise laughs, embracing the girl. Nicola responds avidly to being kissed, the more so when, Louise grinds her moist Vagina vigorously against her pouting Pussy. Deftly slipping a finger inside the lust lubricated valley Louise takes Nicola to the brink of an Orgasm, then abruptly withdraws, leaving her damp and disappointed; revenge is sweet.

Ben aims the martinet lightly across her breasts. Nicola gasps in shock, but her treacherous nipples react of their own accord, visibly hardening as the strokes fall.

“Oh,” Nicola jiggles her beaten boobs, the scent of female arousal becomes strong. Ben whips the tender tops of her thighs and elicits a squeal from Nicola, pushing her hips impudently forward, daring him to strike between her legs and groaning loudly when he calls her bluff. Doubled up, Nicola clenches her thighs to accommodate the fiery sting, somehow mingling pleasure and pain. “Intense, hurts so much, makes me so Horny,” she moans.

“Now watch while your errant friend is severely dealt with,” Ben replies, teasing her inflamed nipples, erection pressing hard against Nicola’s glowing buttocks.

The evening acquires a dreamlike unreality as Louise’s run of bad luck continues with her last chastisement.

“A full dozen, bent over the table, with the crop!” Louise is alarmed by the dice’s verdict. “I’m already suffering from the first two thrashings. I won’t be able to sit for a week!’ Phil unceremoniously places her face down over the table, a cushion elevating her haunches to the required height. He spreads Louise’s legs, but she immediately closes them smartly together.

“No, please,” she begs, eyes brimming, make up starting to run. “If you choose to be difficult,” Phil says firmly, “I’ll be stricter.’

Momentarily he disappears from the room, upon his return pushing Louise’s ankles asunder, this time fastening a slender leather cuff around each before clipping them to a metre long steel tube.

“That spreader bar should make sure you present yourself properly,” he says, oblivious to her wails. “Since you’re behaving badly, I’m also spanking that naughty Pussy prior to the punishment proper.” This assertion is met with a gasp from the assembled witnesses; their games and role-plays have never previously walked this far on the wild side. Undeterred, Phil slaps her labia, transmitting jolts of sheer carnality to Louise’s swollen clitoris. She cries out but can only struggle helplessly. “Learned to be obedient?” he demands of his whimpering spouse.

“Yes,” she replies meekly.

“Then reach back and spread your bottom cheeks.” he commands coldly, and crimson-faced with shame she reluctantly obeys.

Seductively Louise’s painted nails separate red-streaked moons to reveal the dark valley. Phil squirts clear cold jelly onto the puckered ring of her rosebud, which tenses in involuntary reaction, and slowly probes until it yields. Teasingly withdraws his finger and substitutes a slim vibrator, working an inch at a time into her rectum until only the base is visible.

“You’ve a chance to exercise self-control,” he explains. “Hold that in place while I chastise you, I’ll start all over again should you let it fall out.”

“Oh, please Phil, couldn’t you let me off with six?” Louise pleads persuasively, wiggling her plugged rear suggestively. No chance, Phil delivers vigorous strokes of the crop to his Wife‘s full bottom, enjoying the spectacle as she hopelessly tries to absorb horizontal lines of hurt, while desperately clenching to retain the vibrator stretching her tight back passage.

The final strokes fall vigorously across the fullest swell of Louise’s lower buttocks, extracting exultant cries as she pushes out her reddened rear. Phil flicks the leather tip across her Pussy. Louise loses any semblance of control and writhes animatedly, the vibrator slipping from her bottom. Taking pity, Phil relinquishes the crop and slips two fingers into her gaping Sex. Legs fastened far apart, bottom blazing, Louise’s hips jerk in rhythmic abandon as he vigorously fingers her to an explosive Orgasm.

Somewhat abashed at their loss of dignity, Phil and Louise breathlessly disentangle themselves and adjust their clothes to some semblance of decency. Phil undoes the ankle cuffs and the couple embrace passionately, before fixing their gaze upon the hapless Nicola, who still has a last turn of the dice to come.

“Now then,” with a conspiratorial smile the deliciously dishabille Louise advances purposefully towards the girl, “high time we dealt with you.” Nicola casts the final throw. Six stokes of the hairbrush, a mild sentence but she’s under no illusion the others will allow her to get off lightly. A confusion of hands guide her to the chaise longue where, placed on her back, her knees are parted. Louise kneels and cups Nicola’s breasts, fingers rubbing each erect nipple. Their lips meet as Phil hoists her ankles aloft, exposing Nicola’s vulnerable Pussy. Meanwhile Ben softly spanks her moist mound, sending jolts of adrenalin through her struggling, sexually charged body.

“Mmpph…” Attempting to struggle is impossible. Louise’s lips move to suck avidly on her aching tits, the resultant surge of pleasure inundating Nicola’s cunt. Ben teases his captive lover with the hairbrush, dragging the bristle side through her dewy curls then flipping it to rain stinging slaps on her thighs. She moans with enjoyment, thrusting her hips lewdly forward she responds urgently to his attentions. Moving rapidly towards a mutual climax Ben holds his ecstatically undulating partner behind each knee, placing the tip of his penis against the honeyed portal of her beckoning Vagina. Meanwhile, Phil is determined to fuck Louise from behind. As Ben slowly slides inch by inch, deep inside Nicola’s accommodating snatch, Phil eases his cock into Louise’s arse, forcing her, despite initial struggles, to take the entire length into the clutching heat of her bottom. Louise squeezes tightly around Phil’s shaft, tipping him over the edge; jets of Hot semen flood her rectum, and, with a cry, she comes too. Nicola grinds frantically against Ben’s cock, bucking wildly, holding him in the velvety warmth of her Pussy and sparking her own tumultuous Orgasm as he climaxes in a shuddering torrent.

Time stops, the four are satisfied and totally spent.

“Dice are getting rather old hat,” Phil ponders aloud. ‘I wonder if there’s an app for playing interactive spanking games?”

“Don’t know,” Nicola replies drowsily. “I suppose we could always invent one” Louise, aching from Phil’s potent penetrations, and Ben, unsure he hasn’t died and ascended to a licentious heaven, are too engrossed in mutual erotic exploration to care.