"Nancy," announced her husband, Ned Nelson, "Come into my study, at once!"

Nancy Nelson was finishing touches on the evening meal and she knew trouble when she heard it, and she well knew what the trouble was.

Ned had returned home from work about 30 minutes previous to this announcement and, per his usual custom, was going through the day's mail. Nancy had no choice but to leave the speeding ticket with the mail. She knew if she didn't it meant more trouble later. What was worse, she was ticketed for going 60 m.p.h. in a 30 m.p.h. zone.

With a deep sigh, she hesitated before joining her husband.

Nancy Nelson was a "spanked wife." She reluctantly accepted that. She loved her architect husband and knew he felt likewise toward her. However, he was "king of the castle" and that's the way she wanted it. However, when she "stepped out of line" she knew what was going to happen. Just before bedtime, he would march her into the den and it would be over the knee, panties down, dress up and a very painful session with his old-fashioned wooden hairbrush. She hated these sessions and endeavored to keep them to a minimum but she respected his dominance and control over her. She averaged, to her dismay, at least one spanking a month - sometimes two or three.

What she hated most of all was that sometimes he would delay her punishment 24 to 48 hours and then all she could do was bite her nails and wait.

She usually admitted to herself that she deserved what she got and conceded her naughtiness and misbehavior.

So when Nancy went into the study, she could generally anticipate the outcome.

She bit her lip and stood in the doorway with a worried expression on her pretty face.

"Yes, dear?" she said.

"Nancy," he demanded, "What is the meaning of this ticket?"

"I was careless, honey," she replied, "I wasn't thinking."

"I see," he said, "And you realize, of course, what this is going to do to your driving record and our insurance."

"Yes sir," she replied meekly.

"And you, of course, know what I'm going to have to do with you."

"Yes sir," she said, "I'm going to get a sound spanking."

"I'm glad you realize that," he grimly observed, "Tomorrow night in the den at 9 p.m.. Now let's have dinner."

"Yes sir," she replied, "I'll have it on the table in five minutes. And Ned--"

"Yes?"

"I know I deserve it---I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid you will be much sorrier tomorrow night," he replied.

"Oh dear," she reacted on her way to the kitchen.

Ned followed her and planted a resounding slap on her plaid skirted right bottom cheek.

"OOOWWW" she reacted.

"A slight preliminary to tomorrow night," he stated grimly.

The next morning, the phone rang in Ned Nelson's office. It proved to be his brother-in-law, Fred O'Hara. It proved to be an interesting discussion.

Fred, married to Nancy's beautiful, buxom blonde sister, Gretchen, also was a strict disciplinarian. Gretchen, for her various behavior indiscretions frequently found herself face down on her husband's lap while his heavy hand (he was a construction foreman) exacted strict retribution.

Fred and Ned had frequently discussed the spanking of the two sisters with Ned recommending the hairbrush treatment for Gretchen. Fred, however, felt that his hand was plenty although he had considered going the hairbrush route on occasion since Gretchen seemed to be in the panties down position over Fred's knees more frequently than Nancy was in the same position over Ned's lap.

Therefore, the two sisters frequently sympathized with each other over their spankings by their respective strict husbands.

The occasion of the call was made by Fred to Ned to ask a favor of the latter.

Fred had suffered a slight accident at work and his right hand was in a sling.

It appears that Gretchen had seriously overspent her account at a local department store about two weeks ago and as a result, a sound spanking had been promised by Fred. After a discussion, Gretchen reluctantly agreed she deserved a bottom warming.

However, there was one problem. Fred's trusty right arm was in a sling and had been for a couple of weeks. Gretchen, while admitting she was due a sound spanking, did not feel she should have to bite her nails any longer in anticipation of what was coming to her. Fred had to agree with her and this the phone call was made to Ned.

Ned was rather surprised at the call and never thought he would have the opportunity to paddle his beautiful blonde sister-in-law but the opportunity appeared to present itself.

"Well, Fred," he replied, "It just so happens I've scheduled Nancy for a very severe spanking tomorrow night for an outrageous speeding ticket which is going to cost me plenty. Would you want me to add Gretchen to the schedule?"

"What a coincidence," chuckled Fred, "I would really appreciate it."

"I'll be glad to do the task," replied Ned,"But you know Fred, that Nancy gets my hairbrush on her bare bottom. I know you use your hand on Gretchen. If I do the spanking, I think it only fair that Gretchen gets the same dose as my Nancy gets and in the same manner."

"I fully agree," chuckled Fred, "Give her a good dose of that big bad hairbrush of yours. I'm only sorry I can't be there - I have a meeting to attend."

"Are you sure now Fred? I'll send her back to you with a red, blistered bottom."

"Great," replied Fred, "It's exactly what she deserves. I'll call her right now. What time do you want her over?"

"I've scheduled Nancy's paddling for nine o'clock."

"I'll have her there at eight-thirty. They can commiserate with each other - and Ned---thanks!"

"Don't mention it," replied Ned, "But I doubt Gretchen will thank me."

Needless to say, there soon were phone calls from Fred to Gretchen, Ned to Nancy and, of course, Nancy to Gretchen.

The result of all this, since Fred had a business dinner meeting, was that Gretchen was invited to the Nelson home for dinner and the not-so-pleasant activities which were to follow.

After dinner, the girls were finishing the kitchen chores while Ned did some work in his study.

"Gretchen," cautioned Nancy, "I hope you realize what you're in for with my husband's horrid hairbrush."

"I don't even want to think about it," replied Gretchen, "My husband's heavy hand on my bare bottom is bad enough let alone a hairbrush*-I've never been spanked with a hairbrush before but I have to get this spanking over with--I can't stand this waiting any longer."

"I've escaped it for a month," replied Nancy, "But now I'm really going to get it--and so are you. And I heard Ned say to Fred that you're going to get it just as hot and heavy as I do---so prepare yourself!"

"Thanks a bunch," sniffled Gretchen, "I wonder what happened to women's lib?"

"I want no part of it," said Nancy, "And I know you don't either."

"You're right about that," replied Gretchen.

"Well, it's 8:45 p.m." ruefully observed Nancy, "I'm afraid we're about due for our bottom caressings."

The girls went into the den of the Nelson home and sat down on the sofa (while they still could) and awaited their mutual fate.

Gretchen watched as Nancy put a straight backed chair in the center of the room. She left the room momentarily and returned with a heavy wooden hairbrush and put it on the chair.

"Is this the usual custom?" asked Gretchen rubbing her rather ample bottom with fearful anticipation.

"Yes," her sister replied, "No sense in making him more irritated than he is already---I speak from painful experience---Lordie, I can feel that damn hairbrush now."

"Thanks a heap," groaned Gretchen, "Can I go first and get it over with?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait," replied her sister, "When he said nine o'clock, he means me. You're an added attraction."

At precisely nine o'clock Ned entered the den, looking grim and determined.

Ned strode to the center of the room, picked up the hairbrush and sat down.

"Gretchen," he said, "Before we begin this disagreeable session, I want to warn you I'm including you on the schedule as a favor to your husband. You do not have to participate. However, once you agree, that's it. You will get every bit as severe a spanking as my Nancy--*and with this hairbrush. I'm waiting for your answer."

Gretchen looked proudly at him from cool and determined blue, flashing eyes. "I told Fred I had to get this punishment over with," she replied. "I know I deserve to be punished. But I'm not willing to wait forever while his arm heals. I'm willing to take my spanking with my sister."

"Very well," said Ned, "And well stated."

"Does it have to be with that awful hairbrush?" she asked softly.

"Absolutely," he replied, "You get the same as my naughty wife."

"Yes sir," replied the statuesque blonde quietly.

"Come here, Nancy!" ordered her husband.

"Yes sir," she replied with a groan, as the pretty brunette walked slowly over to his right side.

"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" he demanded.

"I was careless, Ned," she murmured with a bowed head, "I deserve the hairbrushing you're going to give me---please not too hard!"

Ned took hold of his errant, beautiful wife and in a moment she was in the time*honored position over his knees.

Ned raised her blue silk dress to her waist and positioned her over his knees like the firm disciplinarian that he was. Nancy grabbed one leg of the chair with one hand and grasped his ankle with the other.

She raised her hips obediently and her white panties were lowered to her knees. Ned picked up the hairbrush from a small table to his left. Nancy shivered and waggled her bottom over his lap apprehensively. As many times as she had been in this position, she never got over the dread she had of his ability of wielding the hairbrush over her unprotected bottom.

"Please honey," she begged, "I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be!" he announced grimly, "Prepare for punishment!"

The hairbrush landed with a loud SPLATT on her right bottom cheek. WHACK! on the left buttock.

"Plllease," she moaned, "Not so hard!"

Ned ignored this and then the spanking commenced in earnest. WHAPP! CRACK! SPLATT! WACK! CRACK! over both cheeks of Nancy's wiggling, wagging bottom.

Nancy squirmed and cried, kicked her legs---but could not escape the avenging hairbrush, Finally, as her bottom turned from a deep shade of pink to a deep scarlet, she could hold it back no longer. The tears rolled down her face on to the den carpet.

"ARRRGH---AIEOWW---BOO-HOO-HOO" she sobbed, "I'm sorrry------plllease. AIEEEH---no more!"

"You're not even half finished, my sweet," observed Ned grimly, "How about this?" CRACK!--over the right bottom cheek---"Aieeeh" screamed Nancy---WHACK over the upper left thigh and then another over the right upper thigh---"ARRRGH! OIEEEH!" bawled Nancy. "BOO! HOO! HOO!" she sobbed.

Gretchen watched the "par*boiling" of her sister's bottom with increased dread. She had never seen such a spanking in her life. She got up and paced around the room. The buxom, statuesque blonde rubbed her more than ample bottom with dread as Nancy's spanking continued.

WHACK! SPLATT! WHAP! and the hairbrush kept falling.

"Now my careless wife," he announced grimly, "Do you think you can behave responsibly"

"Oh, yes, sir," blubbered the severely spanked Nancy, "Please! I'm on fire! I'm burning up!"

Ned noticed his wife's buttocks were fire red and beginning to blister. "All right my dear," he replied, "Ten more on each side and count them. They will be stingers!"

"NOOO, pllllease!" blubbered Nancy.

Nancy got them---twenty blistering full swing hairbrush whacks on her fire red bottom cheeks as she continued to scream and blubber---legs kicking and bottom squirming on her husband's lap. She was finally released and the bawling Nancy painfully got to her feet.

"Now---over to the corner," commanded Ned, "Dress up---panties where they are!"

"Yes sir," she blubbered with an anxious look at her sister, hoping she realized what awaited her.

"And no rubbing!" added Ned.

"Yes sir," she replied, taking her assigned corner position, her face awash with tears.

"And now for you, my dear Gretchen," commanded Ned.

"Oh my God, Ned," she pleaded, "I'm not going to get it like that, am I? Good Lord, she'll never sit down again!"

"She'll recover," replied Ned, "Get over here---young lady---you're getting a sound spanking on your big bottom---one you won't soon forget!"

Before Gretchen could reluctantly obey, the front doorbell rang. "Damn," muttered Ned, "I'll be right back---get your big bottom ready, Gretchen---it has a date with my hairbrush!"

Nancy continued to stand in the corner as ordered, tears still streaming down her face. "Boo-Hoo-Hoo," she bawled.

Gretchen walked over to where she was standing and looked sympathetically at her sister's red, blistered bottom.

"My, my, sis," she said, "How terrible! I've never seen such a spanking in my life----you don't think I'm going to get it like that?"

"Count on it!" bawled Nancy.

"I wonder who was at the door," mused Gretchen, "Maybe I'll get a sentence delay."

"I thought you wanted it over with," sniffled Nancy.

"Not now," she replied with deep apprehension.

Ned re-entered the den and behind him was Fred, his arm NOT in the sling.

"Fred!" remarked Gretchen, "What are you doing here?"

"The meeting was over sooner than expected," he replied, "So I thought I would come over and see if you two got your bottoms tanned."

He looked at Nancy bawling in the corner and noticed her red, blistered bottom.

"Well, it appears that Mrs. Nelson has paid for her sins," he chuckled. "You really par-boiled her bottom, Nancy."

"Thanks to my trusty hairbrush," replied Ned, "And she had it coming too!"

"Boo-Hoo-Hoo," blubbered Nancy from the corner.

"But Fred," suddenly commented Ned, "You're not wearing your sling."

"How about that!" he smiled as Gretchen looked on with surprise, "I stopped to see the Doc today and he examined the arm and said it's all healed---I can do anything--*even spank my spendthrift wife---that is if you haven't done it already and judging from her dry eyes, it appears you haven't. Right?"

"Your timing was perfect," replied Ned, "I was just about to turn her over my knee when you rang the doorbell. I'll miss the opportunity but it's only right, now that you're OK, that you take over the task."

"Thanks," said Fred, "I wouldn't want to alter the evening's activities. And Ned, can I borrow your hairbrush for this special occasion?"

"I thought you'd never ask," smiled Ned, "Here it is---she was going to get it from me anyway."

During this discussion, Gretchen backed away into a far corner of the room, biting her nails, and the trace of a tear on both eyes. "Darling," she said to her husband, "You wouldn't use that awful thing on me! Please take me home, leave that hairbrush here where it belongs and if you have to spank me, do it with your hard hand in our home."

"No dice," said Fred taking the chair in the center of the room," Nothing has changed except the spanker."

Fred took the hairbrush from Ned and checked it out with no small degree of admiration.

"This should do very nicely," he commented,"A certain blonde whom we all know well will soon have a very, very sore bottom!"

"All right, Nancy," said Ned, "You can get out of the corner. Come over and sit with me on the sofa---if you can," he chuckled.

"If I can is right," sobbed Nancy but she hiked up her panties and joined her husband on the sofa, making sure she sat on a pillow as she did so.

"Gretchen!" announced Fred in a very determined voice---"Over here! Now!"

Gretchen knew when her "goose was cooked" and slowly walked over to her husband, her hands covering her ample bottom in apprehension. The tall well proportioned beauty, dressed in a blue blouse and a pleated baby blue skirt, stood obediently at her husband's right side, "please, not too hard, honey," she begged.

Without further comment Fred raised his wife's skirt and slip up to her waist, encircled her waist with one strong arm, and over his lap she went. He arranged her as he wanted her over his knees and even though she was a tall beauty, her blue high heels were well off the floor, her hands on the floor on the other side, supporting her in the time-honored spanking position.

"Raise up," he commanded. She obeyed and Gretchen's blue panties were at her knees, her very ample bottom displayed over his lap for punishment. Fred picked up the hairbrush. Ned looked on with interest---Nancy, still rubbing her blazing bottom, observed with sympathy for her sister but happy her ordeal was over.

"And now," announced Fred, "Prepare yourself for the spanking of your life, my sweet, for your scandalous overspending!"

With that, the hairbrush came down once, twice, three times on Gretchen's right bottom cheek and three more times on her left bottom cheek. Gretchen had been spanked many times by her husband's strong right hand but this time she felt as if a swarm of angry bees had attacked her bottom.

"Aieeeeh! ARRRGH! OWWWW!" she screamed, stockinged legs kicking wildly. Fred gave her no rest but delivered six more "stingers" to her right buttock and six equally robust swings to her left. Gretchen squirmed over her husband's lap, wriggled and waggled her tortured bottom but could not escape the hard wooden hairbrush.

Gretchen could take a spanking with her husband's hand fairly well (she was a big girl with a well padded bottom) before the tears came but this was something else as the hairbrush fell again and again on her bottom cheeks and upper thighs.

"ARRRRGH" she screamed and then burst into tears, "BOO--HOO-HOO-BOO-HOO-HOO----Plllease sto-stop---I can't--can't stttttand it!" she blubbered.

"Sorry, my dear," announced Fred raising the hairbrush again, "This time you're going to pay for your disobedience with a blistered bottom. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for an answer, down came the hairbrush again, again and again on Gretchen's now red, blazing, scarlet bottom.

"Isn't that enough, Fred" asked Nancy softly, "You're beginning to blister her bottom."

"Don't interfere, Nancy" warned Ned, "Unless you want another dose over my lap!"

"No thank you," she said sincerely.

"You're doing an expert job, Fred," observed Ned with admiration.

"And that's coming from an expert," chuckled Fred with the hairbrush raised for another resounding spank.

WHACK! WHACK! SPLATT! WHACK! SPLATT! as the bottom roasting of Gretchen continued unabated----"AIEEEH! BOO-HOO-HOO!" bawled Gretchen, finally losing her high heels as her legs kicked freely.

Fred now paced his spanks more slowly but with equal force and interspersing same with comments to his naughty wife. "Now, young lady," he demanded, "This is what you'll get good and plenty if you don't assume some responsibility!"

"Oh, I will, honey," she bawled, "Please---no more! I'm on fire! I'm burning up!"

Fred looked at his wife's fire red, blazing bottom over his knee and decided she could use just a little more.

"Twenty more, my sweet!" he ordered, "Ten on each side---and you won't forget them---get your big bottom ready!"

"No, no, no," bawled Gretchen,"----Plllease!"

Twenty more lusty swings followed on Gretchen's now blistering big bottom as she squirmed and wriggled on her husbands knees, legs kicking, with Gretchen bawling at the top of her lungs.

Finally, Fred released Gretchen as she did a "punishment dance" in the center of the room, rubbing her tortured red bottom.

"Enough of that!" commanded Fred, "Over to the corner, dress up, panties where they are---and no rubbing!"

"Yes, sir," bawled Gretchen, taking her place where Nancy had very recently occupied.

Nancy felt that Fred had overdone it with the "horrid hairbrush" (as she called it) and walked over to the bawling Fred, her head pressed against the wall, her bottom looking like two over-ripe tomatoes with more than a few blisters.

"You beast!" she spat out as she turned on Fred---"Her first time with the hairbrush! Why did you have to spank her so hard?" She stamped her foot in anger. "You sadistic creep!"

Fred turned to Ned. Gretchen turned her tear-stained face around and shook her head in disbelief at Nancy's display of temper.

"Ned," said Fred, "Do I have your permission to give your wife twenty-five 'of the best' for that display?"

"She was going to get it from me," observed Ned, "But since you were the object of her lip, go right ahead with my blessing!"

Fred walked over to the cowering Nancy and dragged her to the center of the room, to the chair recently used in Gretchen's spanking.

"No, No Fred!" she screamed, "I'm sorry!"

"You will be," observed Fred and before Nancy knew it she was over his lap, her dress up, her panties down, her legs dangling in mid air. Ned had picked up the hairbrush.

"Need this?" he asked.

Fred shook his head. He rolled up his shirt sleeve, holding Nancy in place with his strong left arm. "My right hand needs some action," he said.

"Plllease, Fred," screamed Nancy, "I'm burning up already!"

"If your bottom felt like a bonfire, it now will feel like a raging inferno," announced Fred, "Prepare for punishment!"

With that, down came his big, rough right hand thirteen times on Nancy's already red, blazing, right bottom cheek.

"AIEEEEH! OWWWWW! BOO-HOO-HOO!" screamed Nancy.

Paying no attention to her, Fred delivered twelve resounding whacks to her left bottom cheek, to a wailing, bawling Nancy and then stood her on her feet.

"Good for her," smiled Ned, "Now, my mouthy wife---over to the corner with your sister."

"Yes sir!" she bawled, taking her position next to Gretchen.

The two strict disciplinarians went over and inspected their respective wive's blazing bottoms.

"Fred," said Ned, "I think we have two well-spanked wives!"

"To be sure!" observed Fred, "Gretchen, are you sorry?"

"Oh, yes sir," she bawled.

"Well, show me then," he said.

She turned and gave him an affectionate hug and a wet kiss, accentuated with her still tear-stained face.

"Okay," he said, "You're forgiven---back in the corner with you."

To be sure, she obeyed promptly. Gretchen wanted no renewal of that hairbrush on her bottom.

"Nancy," said Ned, "Are you sorry for your carelessness and your bitchiness to Fred?"

"Oh, yes sir," she bawled.

"Show me then," he said.

She turned and gave him an affectionate hug and kiss. Her face was till bathed with tears from the spanking she had just received from Fred.

"Okay then," he said, "Back in the corner with you. Fred and I are going to have a drink and when I call to you, in about five minutes, you both can join us for a drink. But not until then - you understand?"

"Yes sir," the girls bawled simultaneously.

The gentlemen of the family then exited the room, with Fred asking Ned as they went, "Do you know where I can buy a hairbrush just like your?"

"I can tell you exactly," was the reply.

Gretchen groaned, her head against the wall.

"From now on, the hairbrush," she bawled, "OOOOWWW!"

"Well, I guess we had it coming," said Nancy, "And we sure got it---and I got extras. Boy does that husband of yours have a hard hand! OWWW!"

"Thanks for standing up for me," said Gretchen gratefully, "But I was afraid that you were going to get some more and you did."

"I sure did," groaned Nancy, "God, my bottom burns!"

"Mine too," bawled Gretchen.

In five minutes the call came from the livingroom, and readjusting their clothing, with both hands clasped to their blazing bottoms, two well-spanked wives joined their very strict husbands in the Nelson livingroom for a much needed drink. Two pillows awaited them on the livingroom sofa.