Abby had told him, all her boys have their own hairbrushes, and he was sent to get one too. Charley was a bit flippant with Amanda as she lowered his trousers, and he paid for it when he next visited his mistress. As Abby had sent him to Amanda’s, she took that impertinent behavior personally. Because he had embarrassed her, Charley knew he was in for another hard spanking, this time with his new hairbrush.
He only received two dozen hot kisses from his new pink hairbrush as his flaming bottom danced on Miss Abby’s lap. Abby rarely dispensed less than twenty-four spanks. Her philosophy was “a good spanking lasts for a while.”
This hairbrush spanking was not as severe as it should have been. Miss Abby, very knowledgeable in these matters, detected some mitigating factors. Charley might have a physical condition that caused his problematic behavior. That diagnosis was confirmed when Charley took an eight-inch nozzle up his ass and had his colon cleaned out. He was loaded!
Charley, not enjoying the invasion of his asshole, did realize the erotic side effects. He had a whopper of a boner as his mistress placed the enema equipment far up his ass. He almost shot a hot load from his bulging cock as his Miss Abby ass fucked him with the well-lubricated and very long nozzle.
Charley had been instructed that Amanda would be notified of his hairbrush spanking, and the extenuating conditions that may have caused his impudent behavior. In any event, he was told to call back Monday, after work, to see if Amanda was assuaged, or wanted him to apologize in person. There was a good chance the twenty-four crisp spanks was not sufficient to deter future disrespectful behavior. Charley had been told many times by his mistress to be very deferential to the superior sex.
“Charley, I have spoken to my dear friend Amanda. When I told her your swollen bowels might have contributed to your insolent behavior last week, she was not very impressed. She asked if I took your bare butt over my knees and paddled your sorry ass real good. I had to admit I only gave you twenty-four strokes, although you howled like a banshee.
You must go and see her this Saturday morning, at 10 am. Bring your hairbrush and don’t be late. That's when she offers her class on domestic discipline.
Charley stewed all week, not knowing what was going to happen. Amanda had been told of his spanking and enema. Wasn’t that enough humiliation? Would she add to his shame?
It took most of the week for Charley’s swollen ass cheeks to return to normal. Several cool baths and many meals on his feet helped. On Saturday, at ten minutes before 10 am, he arrived at Amanda’s beauty salon, carrying his hairbrush in its too small pink bag. As he entered, several women looked at him and giggled.
He was told Amanda was in the drying room and he was to go there. Upon entering that room, Charley was surprised to see four women, young and very pretty, sitting under hair dryers. Amanda was explaining something to them.
Amanda looked at him and announced, “This, Ladies, is the unappreciative young man I told you about. Instead of being thankful for the time I spent with him, he snarled at me. One of Abby’s charges, who just doesn’t learn. Please turn off your dryers, I want your input.”
The four young women turned off their machines and settled themselves comfortably in their chairs. Several turned a shapely leg over their knee and showed Charley plenty of thigh.
“Charley, I think your mistress is loosing her touch. Tell us about the little spanking she gave you.”
“It was very hard, Miss Amanda. I felt it all week.”
“Tell the ladies what she used to spank you, Charley.”
“Do I really have to be so specific? I am very ashamed to be here.” Charley tried to hide the pink bag behind his back, but Amanda ordered him to show it to the ladies.
“Unless you want five spankings instead of one today, do as you’re told, Boy.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Amanda. My mistress used my new pink hairbrush, the one I bought here. I’m not sure how many she gave me, as I couldn’t count after fifteen, but I think she said it was two dozen. She does like that number.”
“Keep going Boy. How was the spanking given?”
“She lowered my pants and put me across her lap. The spanking stung terribly, Miss Amanda.”
“Now Charley, she said there were some extenuating circumstances. Tell us about that.”
This caught the ladies attention as if they had been pre warned.
“Do I have to, Miss Amanda?”
“Charley, there you go again. I have four very experienced spankers here. Are you sure you want to defy me?”
‘No, Ma’am. I had told my mistress that my stomach had been bothering me all week, so she gave me an en… en… ene… enema.”
“Did you enjoy it, Charley?” asked one of the pretty ones who couldn’t contain her glee. “I clean my husband out every Friday after work and he is so appreciative, he dotes on me all weekend.” Later, when this cute one was holding Charley’s cock, she introduced herself as Melissa.
That got the other three smiling.
“Charley, you may lower you pants now and show the ladies the state of your sorry ass cheeks. Then we will decide on your punishment.”
“Do I have to, Miss Amanda?”
“Ladies, do you see what a difficult case this is. Two spankings a week and a good cleansing last Friday, and he is still defiant. What shall we do?”
Charley knowing he had no choice, turned around and dropped his drawers. The ladies started discussing his bottom cheeks and asked him to come closer. Amanda nodded and Charley walked up to them, trying to hide his growing cock.
“No one came here to see that poor excuse for a love tool, Charley. Just bend over and the girls will inspect you.”
Charley, very compliant now, did as he was told. He felt several hands sliding over his ass and some fingers separating his still tender cheeks.
When the ladies had fully explored the extent of the spanking Abby had administered, Amanda walked over, slapped his ass and told him to get the spanking chair. “You know where it is.”
With Charley out of the room momentarily, Amanda asked the girls what they thought. The consensus was, based on his current behavior; Charley needed at least two dozen spanks on his bare bottom today. Amanda should of course, use his new hairbrush. One suggested that each girl give him a dozen, before Amanda got to him.
It would be great to see his red ass hopping from lap to lap.
Soon Charley returned, lugging the spanking chair. He was also still holding his hairbrush. Walking was somewhat difficult as his pants were around his shoes.
“Where shall I place it, Miss Amanda?”
“In front of the ladies and facing them. As they have contributed to my decision, I want them to have a good view.”
With the chair properly situated, Amanda sat down and hiked up her skirt. Charley looked down and saw Amanda's full thighs, only partially covered by her stockings. Running down from above were her red garter suspenders and the clips attached to her hose. A glimpse of her red panties caught his eye as well.
“Charley, look at the ladies and tell them why you are here today.”
Charley tried to hide his tumescent organ with the pink bag, but Amanda took it.
“Keep your hands at your sides and start talking.”
“I am so sorry you have to see this, Ladies. I was disrespectful to Miss Amanda and I’m here to be punished for it. I should have appreciated what she was doing for me.
My mistress already spanked me, but I hope you will consider the physical problem I had. Miss Abby thinks that contributed to my irritability.”
Charley’s penis was at full flagpole position as he addressed the women. Melissa stepped up and took the erect cock in her hand. It swelled even more at her touch. The others asked how it felt.
“Not too bad for a snively little brat.”
“OK, Ladies, time to move on. I think Charley needs a little of both of Abby’s treatments. Charley, I am going to give your cute ass two dozen little kisses with your pink hairbrush. You seem to like that number. Maybe that will teach you to be humble in my presence.
Then, because you may not remember this instruction if I tell you later, I will advise you now.
Melissa and Kathy give their husbands enemas here every Friday. You will be cleaned out as well. We have a large station and you’ll fit right in. I’m sure one of the girls will be happy to “do you.” Something else you can thank us for.
Due to the good reports regarding Melissa’s husband, I hear Donna and Patty are also thinking about bringing their men here. You’ll feel much better after a good flush.
Hop aboard Charley, time for business.”
As Charley shuffled over to the right side of the spanking chair, Amanda grabbed his member, now limp from the talk of enemas, and helped him into position. He was now ready for his spanking. His pants were down, hands and feet on opposite sides of the spanking chair, and his bare ass smiling up at a beautiful, but very stern woman. Charley was totally defenseless; the perfect position for a bad boy about to be taught a lesson with his hairbrush.
As Charley let himself down to Amanda's lap, he felt her garter snaps on his bare thighs and he stiffened up again. His erect penis was squished between his and Amanda's warm thighs and started throbbing.
Charley looked over to his very anxious audience and they smiled at him. One blew him a kiss. Totally humiliated, he just endured the embarrassment and waited for his spanking to begin.
Not wanting any of his jism soiling her lap, Amanda went below the trembling boy and placed the hard penis between her thighs, facing downwards.
“Can everyone see? Charley tell the ladies where you will be next Friday at 6 pm?”
“Here Ma’am?”
“Why is that, Charley?”
“So one of the ladies can give me an … an enema.”
“That’s right, Boy.