I arrived home from the hardware store and was greeted by my Wife. She seemed to be in a good mood, little did I know how my Saturday was going to turn out!

She told me to forget about honey do’s for today, she had other things she wanted to do. She thought I should take a shower, and get ready for some evening fun. I liked the sound of that and went upstairs to shower and shave. After being in the shower for a few minutes, I heard the wife come in, close the door, and stepped into the shower with me.

That’s when I saw the shaving cream and a razor in her hand. I was advised that other than my head, there would be no hair left on my body! As erotic as that sounded, I went along with it. It took a while but when she finished I was as hairless as the day I was born. She dried me off, sat on the side of the tub, and ordered me over her lap. I just looked at her, but she caught me off guard and pulled me over her knee. She spread my cheeks, and shaved the inside of my butt, up to and including my rosebud! She then proceeded to redden my ass, and told me I was to do whatever she said the rest of the day, or I’d regret it! I believed her.

I was allowed to lay down for a while, and at about 5 PM she got me up, and we went down to the basement TV room. She sat me down and explained that for the rest of the evening I was to do whatever I was told to do. I said I would as long as it was within reason. She said again if I didn’t I would regret it.

After about an hour of talking, she took me into the downstairs guest room. There lying on the bed was a maids outfit, panties, thigh-high stockings, and what appeared to be 4” black high heels. I looked at her and smiled, thinking they’d look great on her. My smile disappeared when she told me to call her back in when I had put everything on. And she also told me the seams on the stockings had better be straight, or she’d use a hairbrush on my bare bottom. I tried to talk her out of this, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

When she returned I was fully dressed, why I didn’t know but I have to admit it didn’t feel bad, and I had an erection. She looked me over, making sure the seams were straight, she said you did a pretty good job. And she laid the hairbrush on the nightstand next to the bed, I breathed a sigh of relief.

We sat again and talked, she handed me a blindfold and told me to put it on, and no peeking. As I put it on, I left it so I could see out of it, just a little. Unfortunately, she was on to me, and that hairbrush really hurt. I put the blindfold on tightly and was placed in a corner. I was told to stay quiet and not say a word. It was about this time I heard the doorbell ring, and I could hear whispering coming from upstairs. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps on the staircase, and it was more than two sets. I was standing there looking like a fool not knowing what was going on!

My wife walked over to me, and whispered in my ear, “Time to pay the piper.”

Then she spoke to whoever was sitting downstairs. "Ladies I’ve had a lot of complaints about my husband’s behaviour lately, all coming from the ladies gathered here this evening. I’d appreciate it if none of you spoke to him, or gave him any idea who you are. If you look at the basket in front of you, you’ll notice all sorts of implements, most used for administrating a good spanking. You may have your chance to even up the way he’s been treating you. You may bend him over your knee, over the arm of the sofa, or just stand there like the naughty boy he’s been. Okay, then who wants to go first?"

I’m sure more than one hand went up, I know I heard lots of giggling. I heard someone walk up behind me, and they rubbed my pantied bottom. Then she grabbed my ear, pulled me to the sofa, sat, and took me over her knee. She had a dress on, and it slid back a little, exposing her nylon-covered legs, which felt great rubbing against my panties and nylon maid dress. I felt her hand on the hem of the dress, as she pulled it up over my back. And then she slid my panties down to my knees. I felt her shift, and there was a loud CRACK followed by many more. I couldn’t lay still. I tried everything to get off her lap, but nothing worked.

She spanked for about five minutes before she stopped. I counted eight women that spanked me that night, some in heels, and stockings, some in jeans or shorts, and sneakers. Each one was a different spanker, some harder, some not much, but they made their point, trust me!

I had tears rolling down my cheeks by the time they finished. I was led to the corner and told to stay there no rubbing, no talking, and no peeking. The women went upstairs for coffee and refreshments. Luckily for me, I listened this time, because when they came back down, I learned one had stayed behind to make sure I did as I was told!

My Wife addressed the ladies again, she explained that in the guest room there was another basket, only this one had strap-ons, and dildos in it. If they were so inclined they could have their way with me. Well six of them thought it was a good idea, and two didn’t.

Again they were all different in their approach, the first I think was the woman that spanked me first. I could feel her nylons rubbing against my leg, and I could feel her heels against my feet. I was bent over a stack of pillows at the end of the bed. She was slow and deliberate with each thrust. The second woman was harder and more aggressive, and the third not only took me but spanked me again, harder and longer.

My wife had left the hairbrush on the nightstand.

I now dread going to the store, mainly because I have no idea who was there. Every time I see a woman I know, and she smiles at me, I wonder if she was there that night. I treat them all with much more respect, knowing what will happen to me if I don’t.