By Rick Marlow

  I was caught totally off-guard when, returning home early from a business trip, I walked into my bedroom and saw my wife seated on the bed with our Swiss "au pair" draped bare-assed over her lap.   The hairbrush in Mollie's hand hovered threateningly over her head.  By the redness of
Brigitta's derriere it was obvious that the brush had already been used as more than a threat.  Mollie, never at a loss for words, paused only a second before explaining, "I caught the lass smacking the kids again, or at least one of them, and decided it was time to give her a taste of her own medicine.  Jon, my elbow is really killing me today - would you mind taking
over?"

     Too dumbfounded to object, I allowed a docile but wide-eyed Brigitta to be bent over my knee, and then administered a few half-hearted swats to her backside.  When Mollie exhorted me to exhibit greater vigor, I reluctantly complied, causing Brigitta to cry out in pain and squirm within my grasp.   Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly at that) I found myself becoming noticeably aroused, as her hip wriggled against my crotch.  Mollie announced that it was enough, and sent the whimpering girl to her room.

     I stood, just shaking my head wonderingly at my wife, before at last blurting out, "I can't believe what just happened here.  What the hell is going on?"

     "For crissakes, Jon, loosen up.  You're too damned uptight.  The little `madchen' just needed some discipline, and we gave it to her.  What's the problem?"

     "Don't take me for a fool, Mollie.  There was more than `discipline' underway when I walked in this room - don't even try to convince me otherwise."

     "Meaning what?"

     "Give it up, Mollie.  You didn't expect me until tomorrow - and this was some kinky foreplay leading to a night of who-knows-what in OUR bed...  OH, JEEZUZ! - you've already done it haven't you?  Last night? or the night before?  Oh, gawd, how long has this been going on...   No - don't tell me.  I don't even want to think about it."

     I slumped onto the bed, burying my face in my hands.  Mollie stood in front of me, kissed my head, and massaged my shoulders.

     "I never meant to hurt you, Jonny, really..."

     "But WHY, Mollie, why...."

     Silence reigned for an eternal minute or so.  My mind raced.  Of  course. It was all so obvious.  The sexual part of our relationship had cooled significantly over the past several years.  I had supposed it was having the kids, or Mollie being bored silly with life from staying home through those years.  But then with the kids getting older, and her returning to work, when things should have bounced back to normal, there was ... nothing.  And this was the reason:  my wife was a lesbian.  And to think that I had thought SHE might veto hiring voluptuous little Brigitta, fearing
the temptation to me of having that tasty morsel living right in our home!

     "Please believe me, Jon - I still love you.  Very much.  I just felt so stagnant in our marriage - you have to admit that we haven't had much going lately - that I felt I needed a little something different to get me revved up again."

     "Different?  I'll say it's different!   I'm a guy...she's a girl...can't get much different than that."

     "I was referring more to the spanking.  It's always been a fantasy of mine, and I had to explore it a little.  I thought it might help us spice up our love life."

     "Oh, so you imagined she was me  - some stretch! - and practiced taking your frustrations out on me!"

     "Well, not exactly.  I was sort of imagining she was ME, and getting the kind of spanking YOU might give me... if you were into that sort of thing...."

     There was a twinkle in her eye, and a stirring anew in my pants.     "And the sexual part, which I guess - correctly? - followed these spankings?"

     "Well, to be honest, that came as a bit of a surprise to me as well.  When I was younger, I used to be excited somewhat by attractive women, but I just felt it was part of maturing sexually.  I hadn't thought about it in years.  But after spanking our little Brigitta the first time, I had become
so aroused, as had she, that we just went ahead and did what came naturally."

     "And?  How was it?"

     "I hate to admit it, Jon, but it was pretty spectacular.  That Brigitta is one sexy animal."

     "So she's a lesbian? "

     "No, I don't think so.  Maybe bi...  Actually, I got the impression this was her first time with a woman.  Not that I have any great experience in deciphering these matters."

     "So then, where does that leave US?"

     "As I told you, I started this whole thing to rejuvenate myself, to help our relationship.  And I still hope it can.  I know I feel a lot more sexy than I did just a week ago.  And kind of naughty, too.  That is, in case you want to do something about it..."

     At that point, Mollie conjured up the most mischievous little smile, so that any doubtful feelings I had just melted away.  Indeed I DID want to do something about it.  My wife was wearing her long terry-cloth robe, and underneath, apparently, a filmy negligee.  One hand nervously twirled a lock of her long chestnut-colored hair.

     "Hand me that brush!"

     Mollie stooped to retrieve the brush from the floor where it had fallen, and offered it to me.

     "Now, take off that robe!"

     She untied the sash, parted the front of the robe, then let it fall off her shoulders onto the floor.  Though aged thirty-three, Mollie looked more like twenty-three.  She had worked hard to regain her figure after each of our two children, exercising daily, and playing tennis two or three time a
week.  The effort had paid off.  She had long shapely legs joined to a firm but round derriere.  Two pert breasts accented the front of the lacy white negligee.

     "Come here, my dear...," I said, extending my hand.  She took the offered hand, which drew her close to my side.  I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume, and kissed her lightly on the hand.  She nuzzled against me.

     With no warning, I yanked on Mollie's wrist, upending my saucy lady over my lap.  She laughed nervously until the hairbrush caught her square across her skimpy panties. Mollie squealed - in equal parts surprise, pleasure and pain.  After a couple more swats, I stopped to peel the panties down to her knees.  Then I addressed her bare butt with a much harder swing
of the hairbrush - WHAP!

     "YeeeOOOoowww!!"

     Then WHAP! again,

     "Jonnieeeeee.....!!"

     WHAP! WHAP!

     "That's enough....pleeeeaseee....!!

     WHAP!!

     "NOOOOoooooo,,,,,,"

     WHAP!!!

     Mollie now struggled - halfheartedly? - to get away, but I held her firmly in place.
     WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

     My target was now glowing a bright pink-red.

     WHAP!! WHAP!!

     A low whimper came from down around my ankles.

     WWHAPPP!!!!

     A pause....

     "Jonnie...?"

     "Yes, dear?"

     "Are you done?"

     "Yes."

     I helped a sniveling Mollie up from her unceremonious position, and sat her on my lap, taking care that her rosy buttocks hung clear over my leg.

     'Ohh...Jonnie...you've made me SOOOO hot!"  She started kissing my face and neck ravenously, but when she tugged at my belt, I stopped her.

     "What's the matter, honey?"

     "I don't think we're quite ready to jump back into bed together.  There is still the matter of your affair with Brigitta.  Please go get her..."

     "Why?"

     "Don't ask questions... just go!"  I reached for the hair brush.  Mollie hopped up and scurried toward the door. "For chrissakes, Mollie, wear your robe!"  She threw it on as she headed down the hall.  I took the opportunity to make myself more comfortable...taking off jacket, tie, and
shoes...unbuttoning my collar. Shortly, the sound of two sets of footsteps came toward the open door.  Brigitta came in first, looking confused, and wearing just a long-sleeved t-shirt hanging down mid-thigh.  Mollie followed.

     "So Brigitta...my wife tells me the two of you have been sharing...a little secret."

     The poor girl, betrayed, looked imploringly toward Mollie, who in turn
looked away.

     "P-please, Mr. Wheeler, I'm sorry...don't fire me...please!  At least give me some time to find another job first...then I'll leave on my own."

     "Just calm down.  No one's telling you to leave. We just have a little problem here...and we have to deal with it.  You did something wrong...and will need to be punished."

     "Yes sir.  Anything you say, sir."

     "I think you already know how we handle discipline in this house."  I looked at Mollie and smiled.  "Mrs. Wheeler has already received hers, and now it's your turn.  The hairbrush, Mollie?"

     "B-but you already spanked me!!" Brigitta protested.

     "Not for this, my lass...not for this."

     "Do you need any help, Jon, dear?"

     I turned to her.  "No honey, you've already done enough, really.  In fact, I think I'm going to need to do something to make sure you keep your hands off our Brigitta."

     I opened the top drawer of Mollie's dresser, produced a pair of pantyhose, and proceeded to tie her wrists to one of the headposts of our four-poster bed.  She started to object, but withered under my glance.

     "You may watch, of course."

     Brigitta cowered in the corner.   I swooped in on her, took hold of her forearm, and marched her over to the bed, where I bent her without resistance over my knee.  I slipped the shirt up clear of her rump, exposing two delicious cheeks.  Their creamy hue told me that the previous paddling
had been woefully insufficient to teach a good lesson.  I applied a few solid swats to the left cheek, then an equal number to the right.  The creaminess became pink. A hard swat to the left.  She squirmed.  A harder one to the right.  She squealed.  I looked at Mollie and smiled.  The brush rose and fell quickly now, turning the pink a bright red.  Brigitta was howling and kicking now, but to no avail.  At last I stopped.  I helped a whimpering Brigitta to her feet, and hugged her.  She sobbed into my shoulder.  I stole a glance at Mollie, then kissed the sniveling lass's
neck.  I rubbed her back...caressed her hips, her thighs.

      "Jonnie!"  Mollie cried out in surprised objection.

     I feigned a hurt expression,  "But I m only rejuvenating our relationship... just like you!"

     I cupped Brigitta's breast, and thumbed an already-hard nipple.  Her lips sought out mine.  We kissed passionately.  I reached a hand down between her legs with a probing finger.  Her hip rubbed against me.  I was ready!  I grabbed pillows from the head of the bed and piled them at the side.  I leaned Brigitta forward over the pile, exposing her fine red ass.

      "Oh, Jonniee!"  Mollie wailed.

     I selected a ribbed condom from the drawer in the nightstand, and hastily put it on.  Approaching Brigitta from behind, I eased myself into her.  Oooooh!  With my wife watching, I made love to our au pair, long and hard.   Brigitta screamed in a shattering orgasm, and I joined her almost immediately thereafter.  Mollie, still tied to the bedpost, moaned piteously.  I collapsed on top of Brigitta, enjoying the feel of her body, caressing her, kissing her.

     Finally, I took pity on Mollie, and untied her hands.  I laid her back onto the bed, raised her nightie, and buried my face between her legs, which in turn wrapped gratefully around me, pulling me in.  I was aware of Brigitta sliding over to kiss Mollie's hungry lips, then suck her needy
breasts.  Together we brought her to a fabulous climax.

     The three of us spent that night together in bed...and many nights thereafter.  At times two of us would pair off, but the best times were when we three were all together.  We made love, we tried many adventurous new things - and of course, these two delightful ladies got more than their fair share of spankings.