Strip.

Andrea cautiously inched her way to where Joe wanted her. She stood still, nervously watching both, Joe to her left, and Janie to her right. She heard Joe say something. He didn't, say what she thought he said, did he? She faced him and watched him repeat what he just said. Even though it was audible, Andrea felt as if she'd gone deaf, and could only read his lips. His lips moved in slow motion, taking the time to register in her delirious mind. "Strip," he said for the second time. Everything from that point forward was a fast forward blur for Andrea.

Andrea obediently undid the buttons to her blouse, shedding the material so that it hit the floor at her feet. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp, freeing her constrained tits to the gazing eyes of her husband and her guest. She slid her pants down her legs, stepping out of the black tights, then rolled her panties over her hips and thighs, leaving her completely nude, in the center of the room. She had a dazed look on her face. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she knew she'd better comply, already having ten strikes against her. She was then told to twirl in place and model for her MASTER and her guest. Andrea could no longer look Janie in the face, feeling her own embarrassment at the predicament she was in.

Janie, meanwhile, could still not move from her seat. The fascination was too intense, and it fed her creative hunger. Janie knew this would inspire some great writing, but for now, she was enjoying the show. Janie wasn't so inspired by Andrea's nudity, as she was by Andrea's total release of control to Joe. Janie also found herself very curious as to what Joe had planned next. What Janie didn't intend on happening, was that the heat in her pussy was growing to intense proportions also.

"Andrea. Name one of the fifteen, spanking items, that you listed." Joe waited patiently for Andrea's reply.

Andrea spat out the first thing that popped into her mind. It also happened to be the first thing on her list. Without hesitation, for fear of reprisals, she stated, "a leather belt."

"Very good." Joe paused for a moment, more for effect, and so he could watch both Andrea's and Janie's reaction to his next statement. "Go get my leather cowboy belt." Both of the girls reacted similarly, wide eyes and mouths hanging to the floor. "Make it quick," Joe warned.

Andrea looked at Janie, this time with fear in her eyes as she trod up the steps, leaving the sound of tiny thumps filling the room as she fetched the belt. Janie looked at Joe in disbelief, subconsciously knowing what he had planned. He was going to spank Andrea right in front of her. Janie knew she should leave. This was too wild. She had to get out, but she still couldn't get out of the sofa. She was still sitting there, staring at Joe, when Andrea returned holding the tan leather belt.

"Janie." Joe called out to her, breaking her trance. "I want you to pick one item from Andrea's list."

"Huh?" was all she could manage. Now she was being dragged into this crazy scene unfolding before her eyes.

Joe reiterated his request, this time with more detail, as Andrea grew more horrified with each passing moment. "I know you've read the list. Pick one thing from Andrea's list of spanking items. If you need refreshing, you can review the list." Joe pointed to the book, placed under the coffee table.

Relying on pure impulse, Janie called out, "Yardstick." She recalled the days of parochial schooling when the teachers would whack the behinds of misbehavers.

As if Joe read her mind, he stated, "Ah, good choice, just like the teachers used to use." He then turned to his wife, "Andrea?"

Andrea didn't need to be told. She headed to the pantry, where just inside the door, hung a wooden yardstick. She plucked it from the nail and headed back to the living room. Both items now lay on the coffee table in front of Janie.

"Andrea, pick up the belt." She did. "Notice that the belt has a very smooth side of tanned leather. Take note that the other side is rough and coarse. You are much like the leather belt. You too have two sides. One side of you is the smooth refined lady that you are supposed to be, and the other is the coarse slut in training that you currently are. Take the smooth side of the belt and run it across your skin. Make sure it touches your body everywhere." Not knowing why, Andrea did as told. She ran the wide belt across her shoulders and let it drape across her tits. It dangled to her feet and traveled up each leg. With Joe's instruction, she even ran it across her pussy, and her ass. "It feels good. It's smooth and refined. Now do the same with the rough side." Andrea followed her commands, and her nipples hardened immediately as the rawhide scraped across the sensitive flesh. She could feel her pussy swell from the instant friction. She could also feel the contrast as it traveled across her ass. "Andrea, pick up the yardstick. Notice the contrast between that and the belt. The belt is soft and pliable. The yardstick is rigid and firm, yet still flexible. Take the yardstick and feel its firmness over your body." Andrea obediently pressed the yardstick against her flesh. Joe took the items and laid them at her feet. He then had Andrea spread her legs, lean over, and grab the coffee table for support. He kneaded at the flesh, softening it beneath his hands. "Very nice. Andrea, offer your guest a view before you get your punishment."

Andrea looked at Joe, scared as to what he had in mind. She turned around so that her ass was in Janie's face. She looked nervously at Joe.

"Janie. Take note how smooth the flesh is. Notice the healthy pink color that exists there. If you place your hands there and squeeze, you can see how the body reacts to stimulation." Joe put his hands on each globe and squeezed, bringing more color to the surface. "See what I mean?" Joe decided, it was now or never. Janie had made no attempt to move, and seemed transfixed on the events transpiring. He grabbed her hands and placed them on Andrea's ass. Janie couldn't believe what was happening. It was all happening way too fast. Joe had her hands pinned beneath his as they both squeezed and grabbed at the firm flesh. Janie could feel the heat of Joe's hands, and Andrea's ass, compared to her cold and clammy hands. "Very nice, huh?" Janie could only nod.

Joe repositioned Andrea so that she was facing Janie, who was still sitting. He instructed her to look Janie in the eyes, till told otherwise. "Andrea. Since you have allowed our guest certain privileges, you will refer to me in the proper. Understood?" Andrea nodded. "How many strikes did we earn today, slut?"

Andrea's eyes filled with resign, knowing her fate had been sealed. In addition to the humiliation and the pain, she now had to witness Janie's reaction to the whole thing. "Ten strikes MASTER." She looked at Janie, as instructed, but couldn't make contact with her averting eyes. Both of them were equally embarrassed.

"Ten strikes," Joe wailed. "How many lashings does that equal, my ****-slut?"

"One hundred, MASTER." Andrea dreaded that number. She barely made it out alive, last night with forty. There was no way she was going to make it through one hundred.