"Betty? I'm still waiting for an answer," Auntie said irritably.
"Oh, sorry Auntie." Betty flushed crimson. "I didn't catch the question. Would you please repeat it for me?"
"Had you been paying attention, young lady, you would know that in fact I didn't ask a question! I merely said that to confirm my suspicion that you hadn't heard a word I have been saying. I think you ought to stop doodling or whatever it is that you're doing, and come up here to my desk."
This was not the first time a woman had been summoned to the front of the classroom, but it was the first time that Betty had been caught off-guard. Unfortunately, she knew full well what was about to happen, and she cursed herself for being so careless. Shame-faced, she rose slowly from her desk and made her way to where Auntie was standing by the blackboard.
"What's going to happen to Betty?" Jeremy asked from his vantage point in the observation room next door.
The other husbands, including Nancy's Ian, hushed him. "We're about to find out," one of them said eagerly.
"Betty, I had so hoped not to have to do this to any of my girls today, especially when it is their first time over my desk. But it would seem you have left me with no choice. Now, why are you here?"
Having seen a couple of the other women in her group go through this procedure before, Betty knew the drill. "I'm here because I was naughty and didn't pay attention, Auntie," she muttered, miserably.
"And what do you think should happen next?"
"You should give me a good, hard spanking on my naughty bare bottom," Betty mumbled.
In the adjoining room, Jeremy could hardly believe his ears.
"You think so, Betty? Well then, assume the position and ask me nicely," Auntie went on, rolling up her sleeves.
With extreme reluctance, Betty drew the hem of her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she bent over the edge of her Auntie's desk, presenting her naked behind to the entire class – and to the fascinated gazes of the half dozen men who were standing in the observation room.
Jeremy might have felt uncomfortable that his wife's most intimate charms were in full view of the other husbands, but he was too busy watching the spectacle himself. With a mixture of pity and mounting excitement, he watched incredulously as the large woman began to spank his wife's naked bottom.
Betty was glad none of the other women in her group could see her face — that way she could close her eyes and grimace as much as she wanted to. As the sounds of Auntie's hard hand hitting her bare flesh resounded around the small classroom, she bit her lip and cursed herself for being so inattentive. She had been so careful not to get caught out doing anything wrong during class up until that day, and it had worked— until now. Her caution had mostly paid off. She had been spanked a mere six times in total during the past fortnight, and all of those spankings had been from Joseph for her behavior towards Jeremy (and her one childish outburst), not because she had broken any camp rules.
She had hoped that Auntie, being a woman, would spank less hard than their male disciplinarian, but now she was forced to realize that there was no difference. Auntie was busily setting her behind alight with as much ruthless dedication as Joseph.
Trying to think of other, more pleasant things, Betty's mind wandered back to what Nancy had said that morning— that she felt a tingling sensation when Pa spanked her. Betty forced herself to think past the stinging pain in her buttocks and focused on the area between her lightly spread thighs. To her amazement, she did indeed feel an odd sensation down there — a feeling akin to those she experienced when she was intimate with her husband.
Even more surprising, the more she concentrated on the tingling at the apex of her thighs, the stronger the pleasure. It appeared to be intensified by the pain in her backside!
Betty bit her lower lip and let the wonderful sensations wash over her until she almost forgot she was currently receiving a spanking. Auntie's grating voice yanked her back to the present.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson by now, young lady?" she barked, at long last resting her hard hand.
"Yes, Auntie," Betty gasped. Her hand now itched to rub away not only the sting in her bottom, but also the mounting pressure in her groin.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you for punishing me, Auntie. I deserved it."
"Good girl. Now go to the corner as you are, and don't forget: no rubbing!"
Betty shuffled awkwardly to the corner of the room and pressed her nose to the wall, her hot pink buttocks on display to all present.
"Is anyone else not paying attention now?" Auntie glared at all the women in turn. No one dared to move. "Good!" she went on. "Then perhaps I can get back to your lessons for today."
Jeremy's eyes did not leave his wife's backside. He gazed at her shiny pink flesh and felt the hardness throbbing against the inside of his trousers. He had probably been imagining it, but for a moment during the spanking, he had even got the impression that his wife was enjoying it! Ridiculous notion, he chided himself.
The door to the observation room opened, and a large, grey-haired man entered. "Hullo, gentlemen!" he said jovially.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Joseph Hughes, and I have had the pleasure of acting as disciplinarian to your wives for the past five or so days. Now please let me ask you a question; how do you all feel about what you just witnessed?"
"I take it you're referring to the spanking?" Ian grinned.
"Indeed."
"Is that typical of what goes on here at the camp?" Jeremy asked.
"Yes."
"I liked it," one of the men said. "What a good way to put a woman in her place!"
"I found it quite erotic," Ian added.
"Me too," Jeremy was forced to admit. "But maybe that was just because Betty is my wife."
"I doubt that was the only reason," Joseph said slowly. "Gentlemen, our methods of bringing unruly young women to heel has been tried and tested over the ages, with impeccable results. Domestic discipline not only reminds a woman of her place and how she should behave towards her husband, but it can also be very erotic, and often becomes an important part of marital intimacy.
"Now, you all enrolled your wives here because you felt they had changed and were no longer behaving the way you wanted them to behave. During this past fortnight, I have had long and intimate discussions with all of your wives, and yes, they have all been over my knee more than once for a sound spanking. The change in all of them will be obvious to you, and it was almost immediate. You are lucky in that your wives love you very much, and each of them was quick to admit that their behavior towards you was indeed inappropriate.
"And the purpose of today is to teach you how to carry on what we've begun here at the camp."
"What is that supposed to mean? You're going to teach us how to beat our wives?" Mr. Gatsey, Lauren's husband, was a tall, gentle-looking man with sandy hair and a pasty complexion.
Mr. Hughes laughed, a deep rumble of amusement. "That is precisely why we invited you here today, in order to enlighten you further. Domestic discipline has nothing to do with domestic violence. I sincerely hope you will be able to understand the difference by tonight. Now, if you wouldn't mind returning your attention to the events in the classroom."
At last, Betty was permitted to return to her desk, and she took a seat on her still sore bottom with a hiss of discomfort. This time she was careful to pay attention to every word their Auntie was saying.
"As you all know, this camp is already half over. I would therefore like to ask each of you in turn what you have learned so far. Betty, perhaps you would like to begin? I'm sure standing will prove to be a more comfortable option for you at the moment."
The other girls tittered sympathetically as Betty got to her feet.
"Hm, what I've learned. That I behaved badly during the last few months of my marriage because I had lost sight of my own wants and needs. I blamed Jeremy for not paying me enough attention, but he w
as only working so hard and so much to keep me in nice clothes. I was being incredibly selfish, and being here has made me realize that."
Auntie smiled. "Good girl. And what would you like to happen when you go home next month?"
Betty blushed. "Ideally, I would like Jeremy to be more firm with me. Had anyone told me I would be saying this when I first arrived, I would have called them a liar, but it's true. Sir — I mean, Pa— has taught me how wonderful it is when a man cares enough for his woman to be unafraid of taking her in hand and disciplining her when necessary."
Jeremy listened in disbelief. His wife was unrecognizable; her face scrubbed clean of any cosmetics, her hair pulled back into a casual ponytail, her slender body swathed in a childish red dress. Even more surprising than her physical appearance, however, were the words she had just spoken.
Joseph put a jovial hand on Jeremy's shoulder. "Notice a difference?" he asked.
"Wow! Is that really my Betty?"
"It is indeed. Hush now, it's another lady's turn to answer the question."
Nancy, Lauren, Emma and the others stated their own opinions in turn after Betty, and they all said roughly the same thing: that they agreed that their behavior towards their husbands had been bad, and they needed more discipline in their lives.
Their husbands watched and listened attentively, unable to conceal the obvious delight on their faces.
Once Emma, who had been the last to answer the question, had finished, Auntie went on.
"It can't have escaped your notice that there is another element to your treatment here at the camp. Can anyone tell me what that is?"
Nancy raised her hand.
"Yes?" Auntie smiled at the curly-haired woman.
"We're treated like very young children."
"And how has that been made most obvious?"
"Well, the food, for one thing. And our clothing. We've been given very strict rules here, including very early bedtimes and lessons. Not to mention the bottles of warm milk at naptime."
"Very good, Nancy. But do you know why?"
All six women were silent.
"No one? No idea at all, how your being treated like little girls could have helped you realize how badly you behaved towards your husbands?"
Silence.
"Very well. I shall let your Daddy come here now to explain that, and then we can adjourn for lunch."
"Oh, that was my call!" Joseph nodded to the men in the room and left.
Mere seconds later, they watched him enter the classroom and smile at their wives in that jovial fashion of his. "So, ladies, any questions before lunch?"
Auntie spoke for them. "Despite all our efforts, none of the young women you see before you seem to have understood exactly why we have been treating them like small children," she said.
"Ah." Joseph nodded understandingly. "I take it you would like me to explain?"
"That would be very kind of you. Isn't that true, girls?"
"Yes, Sir," the women chorused.
"Very well. Hm, how should I best put this? Putting you over my knee without the right ambience would not have been so effective. Being over your Daddy's knee should make you feel all manner of things — above all, sorry. Would anyone be so kind as to describe how being treated like a child makes her feel?"
Nancy raised her hand.
"Yes, Nancy dear?"
"You want me to tell you how I feel when I'm over your knee?" she asked, just to make sure.
"That would be wonderful, if you don't mind."
"Um... all right. Well." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I feel very naughty, small and... humiliated. I feel ashamed, yet curiously excited."
Joseph raised his eyebrows. "Excited? Please elaborate, Nancy."
Nancy flushed. "I feel all hot and bothered, and very... aroused."
"You do?"
"Yes, Daddy, I do."
"Any other girls feel the same way?"
The breathless men hidden in the observation room watched closely as first Emma, then Lauren, Sandy and Betty all raised their hands. Only Lucille didn't.
"And can anyone guess why that is?"
Emma was the first to offer an answer. "Because we feel safe, loved and protected, the way we used to feel when we were really young. My friend once said, 'The only man a girl can really depend on is her Daddy.' Maybe she was right?"
Joseph smiled. "Do you understand now why we treated you like very young children here?"
Five of the women nodded.
Their husbands, watching through a two-way mirror, could hardly begin to comprehend the whole situation. They stared at their wives and Mr. Hughes so intently that it took a moment for them to realize that Auntie had entered the observation room.
"Gentlemen, how are you doing in here? A lot of new images and ideas to absorb, eh?"
"You could say that!" Jeremy nodded pensively.
"Well, it's lunchtime now, so you'll have an opportunity to discuss everything with each other over a nice steak and a glass of wine. Then you shall finally be able to see and speak with your wives. Any more questions?"
The men shook their heads. Every single one of them was deep in thought, awe and not a little lust.
"Good! If you wouldn't mind following me to the dining room."
* * * * *
"Girls, I hope you enjoyed your lunch break. Instead of resuming normal lessons this afternoon, your Auntie and I have a special treat planned for you all. Auntie, please show them in!"
Auntie opened the classroom door and the six men walked through it. A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the group of women.
Joseph smiled at their obvious delight. "Gentlemen, you haven't seen your wives in a fortnight. You may of course say hello to them properly if you like!"
Jeremy and the others needed no further bidding.
Betty jumped up as her husband approached and flung her arms around his neck. "Jeremy! Darling!" she murmured, "I'm so sorry for everything, my love. Please don't divorce me, I simply couldn't bear it!"
"Oh my sweet little Betty, don't worry, I adore you even more than I did on our wedding day. I wouldn't dream of leaving you." He buried his face in her sweet-smelling red curls and thanked the Lord he'd enrolled her at the camp.
The emotional reunions were soon interrupted by Mr. Hughes.
"Now, Gentlemen, I take it you would like to remain for this afternoon's lesson? Good. Please feel free to take a seat. No, Lauren, I told the gentlemen to sit down — not the ladies. You will kneel before your husbands."
Jeremy suppressed a smile. Had Betty been asked to kneel before him just days ago, she would have spouted a mouthful of abuse and refused. Now she settled down on her bare knees in front of him as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and gazed up at him with shining green eyes.
"Gentlemen, the young ladies kneeling before you have had an extraordinary time. They've been scolded and spanked soundly; they've been given rules and early bedtimes. I myself have taken them over my knee for their behavior towards you, and I'm sure you'll agree that their stay at this camp has already made the world of difference. However, I'm sure you'll also agree that you, too, have the right to discipline your wives for their awful behavior in the past. So, ladies, please assume the position over your husband's knees. You ought to know the drill by now."
Once again, the women obeyed their Daddy instantly, clambering over their husband's knees without a word of protest.
Jeremy felt a rush of excitement as his beautiful wife draped herself over his lap.
"I take it you've never done this before, or am I wrong? If anyone has done this before, then please give me a show of hands." Joseph looked expectantly around the room, and did not seem surprised to see that none of the men raised their hands.
"We find it to work best when the bottom is bared completely, so please raise your wife's skirt and lower her panties," he went on.
Betty felt a rush of apprehension when her husband drew the hem of her skirt up t
o her waist. It was all she could do not to gasp when his busy fingers slid under her panties and began to pull them down over her buttocks. She had been in this position a few times since her arrival at camp, but this felt different.
As well as the tension and prickling anticipation, the humiliation and the embarrassment of being over a man's knee with her bottom bared, she felt a churning excitement— that same tingling feeling between her legs she'd had only that morning bent over her Auntie's desk.
Betty had been married to Jeremy for years, and yet she suddenly felt so much more exposed in his presence. He had seen her bare backside hundreds of times, but this time it was different. She felt timid, almost virginal. Blood rushed to her face as she stared at the carpet, waiting nervously for her husband to begin.
The sight of his wife's bared buttocks captivated Jeremy. They were still a faint pink from her spanking a mere few hours previously, and, to his own complete astonishment, his hand was itching to redden the soft flesh further.
Joseph must have sensed this, for he gave them a signal to start. "Gentlemen, in your own time... you may begin."
Jeremy needed no further bidding. Raising his hand, he brought it down on his wife's left buttock. Her right cheek received the same treatment within seconds.
At first he was careful, not sure how hard he should spank. But gradually, memories of Betty's obstinate and cheeky behavior began to raise his temper, and the swats he applied to her soft bottom grew harder and harder. His broad palm painted hot, pink handprints over the curves of Betty's bared behind and soon, Jeremy found himself scolding her.
"Are you sorry now for behaving the way you had, Betty?"
"Yes, yes darling, please stop!"
"I'm only just getting started, honey, and you need this, don't you? You deserve it! You were so bratty and rude to me, your own husband! That's not the way a good wife ought to behave, is it?"
SMACK!
"I asked you a question, Betty."
SLAP!
"Answer me!"
Betty bit her lower lip. Jeremy was spanking her as though he had been doing nothing else all his life, and she was unable to stop the tears from rolling down her face.
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