“I didn’t agree to CFNM at all,” I replied, grumpily. I was feeling a little rebellious, though my acceptance of Cheryl’s authority had been growing. And I wasn’t sure who’d be the highest-ranking woman in the household once Tatiana showed up. Cheryl’s name was on the lease. Yet, if the two of them were to give me contradictory orders, I’d have to go with what Tatiana had ordered me to do. I felt surprise at realizing that I was thinking in such terms. I’d always felt Tatiana had an assertive streak, and I knew I could be submissive sometimes, but I hadn’t realized how ready I was for her to take charge, especially with our two friends helping her out.
“If you don’t want to, don’t,” said Cheryl with a shrug. “But you should know, the safeword in this house is ‘whiskey.'” She paused, pouring some tea. “A manly drink, whiskey, which by the way you’re not allowed to have while you’re here.”
There was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” I said eagerly. I rose and opened the front door. Tatiana was standing there. She was wearing a pinstriped above-the-knee skirt and a spaghetti-strap top. She was looking like what she was, a businesswoman who’d not yet changed into her vacation outfit. She gave me a kiss on the lips, and I stepped aside to let her in. She kissed Cheryl on the cheek. It was a long kiss that made me wonder if they’d ever been intimate.
Norah walked in, wearing a bikini bottom and T-shirt. Tatiana gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then, to my surprise, my girlfriend turned Norah sideways and gave her a smack on the butt. “Have you been following Cheryl’s rules?” Tatiana asked, in a businesslike tone.
“Yes, ma’am,” Norah answered, smiling. She rubbed her butt for a moment as she turned to make herself some breakfast.
“Good,” said Tatiana. Then she turned to me. “Taking your clothing off?” she asked. Her tone had a twinge of impatience, but also sounded as if it were a casual thing under discussion, like whether I wanted more coffee.
“If you want,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Cheryl and Norah smiled, while Tatiana kept a straight face. “In fact, I do want that, and so do they,” she replied, ending with a slight smile.
I took off my shirt, then my shorts. As I pulled off my briefs, my cock rose and waved in the air. This time, there seemed no point in covering it with my hands. I stood there naked, as they all looked me over.
“Isn’t Norah getting undressed too?” I asked shyly.
“Not yet,” Cheryl said. “This is really your moment to shine.”
Well, brunch was delicious, with lots of fresh fruit and some vegan French toast. I never forgot I was naked, but I was getting more and more comfortable with the situation. As we finished up, Tatiana asked: “Cheryl, has Frank been doing the dishes properly this weekend.”
“Adequately, is how I’d put it,” Cheryl replied. Then after a pause: “Just barely adequately.”
“Well, now that he’s all bare, I’m sure we can incentivize him further,” Tatiana said. “Norah, fetch me a wooden spoon.” Norah did that promptly, and Tatiana gestured with the implement toward the kitchen island. “Frank, you may bend over right there. Don’t be slow about it.”
I stood up and stepped over to the island, then bent over a part of the counter that had been left clear. Apparently, someone–maybe all of them–had kept that space ready for me.
As I bent over, my cock throbbed against the wooden side of the island, Cheryl and Norah stood on either side of me. Each of them then gently pulled one of my wrists back and held it there behind the small of my back. Then Tatiana stepped forward and gave me a good whack on the ass with the spoon. Then another. And another.
She then shifted to giving a few light taps with the spoon as she spoke to me. “And you have no business asking for Norah to be undressed,” Tatiana said. “That’s Cheryl’s decision.” The harder smacks resumed for a while. Maybe a dozen loud whacks. They stung, but honestly, I loved it.
Then there was some more light tapping as Tatiana spoke again. “There was that time we had Norah staked on the beach at twilight, totally naked. Not many people around at that hour, though there’s always the chance you’ll be seen. That was fun.”
Norah giggled, and I heard a smack that didn’t land on my butt. It was apparently Cheryl reaching over to give her girlfriend a smack on the bikini bottom. Then, as I saw out of the corner of my eye, Tatiana reached the spoon over and smacked Norah’s bottom with it.
“You too, Cheryl,” Tatiana said sternly. I looked over my other shoulder and saw my girlfriend laying the spoon down on Cheryl’s panty-clad butt, after lifting the long T-shirt. That seemed to answer the question of who was in charge around here. Tatiana then brought the spoon down for a solid smack on my naked ass. “Yes, we’ll bring the stakes to the beach,” she said. “Frank will look good spreadeagled on the beach with his cock in the air.”
The thought of that was mortifying. But with my cock pressing even harder against the kitchen island, I was in no mood to argue.
Most of the day at the beach was pretty normal. We all wore swimsuits. We set up three beach chairs and a long, reclining deck chair under a tent covering with open sides. We went in and out of the ocean, ate a packed lunch in the late afternoon and by early evening the beach was not too populated: just a few clusters of people in the distance and occasional passersby in our area. Still, it wasn’t entirely empty, and I was beginning to wonder if Tatiana really intended to follow through on her stated plans.