"A man's penis is the best lie detector in the world," Evette continued, with an air of authority. "The only problem is that this works better when he can't see his own reaction." Evette reached into her purse and pulled out a black silk handkerchief. She quickly tied it around Dave's eyes. "Clasp your hands behind your back. Can you see?" she asked. He shook his head no. Suddenly, she slapped him smartly on the cheek. "When we ask you a question, you give a proper, respectful, verbal answer," she said sternly. "No, m'am," he said nervously.

"OK, I'll start," Janice announced. "Dave, do you ever fantasize being spanked by a woman?" Of course I knew the answer, but I was curious how Dave would reply.

"No, m'am," he answered. But we could see his cock twitch involuntarily. We laughed at the sight.

"Do you like performing oral sex?" Karen wanted to know. He replied that he did. "Good, I think you'll be doing a lot of that," Karen said.

"Do you fantasize having your nipples and cock pinched and pegged with clothespins?" Evette wanted to know. He replied that he did not. But he was blindfolded, and I didn't think he could feel his cock's reaction, so I quickly said, "It looks like your cock says otherwise, Hon. I never knew that about you." The girls howled in laughter.

The girls and I went through a long list of possible submissive activities for him. My friends certainly had a lot of interesting ideas. It was so easy to fool him like this, and his face turned red with some of these ideas when we fibbed and told him his cock was saying yes even as he was saying no. Finally my friends seemed to run out of ideas. "Anything else someone would like to ask him?" I asked. My friends all said no. "OK, then anything we left out, Dave?" I asked him, as I leaned close to remove the handkerchief over his eyes. "Leave your hands behind your back," I commanded.

"No, nothing I can think of," he answered nervously. But I wasn't quite done.

I leaned close to him and looked him squarely in his eyes. I could see he was very uncomfortable. I licked my lips. "Do you like this shade of lipstick, Dave?" I asked innocently. He started breathing heavily and his cock twitched. I opened my palm to show him that I had a tube of lipstick in my hand. I unscrewed the top and refreshed my lips. He moved backward nervously.

"I think there is something nobody asked, and Dave didn't volunteer it either," I said. I took Dave's chin in my left hand. Then I carefully applied the deep color to his lips. Dave blushed profusely. I slowly smiled. We had played these games a few times when we were married, but nobody else knew. Now the other women were about to learn his terrible secret. "Tell them, Dave."

"Uh, well .... " he stammered. "I like to be forced to dress in women's clothing," he said quietly. His face had turned a delightful shade of red.

The girls squealed in laughter. "Oh this is going to be so much fun," exclaimed Karen. "And that is a pretty lipstick color for you!"

"But he's so hairy," Janice complained. "How about for next week, you shave yourself everywhere below the neck before you come here? Everywhere, get it? You do a good job, and we'll help you do your back and whatever you miss."

"And here's some more homework," I announced. "Buy yourself a matching bra and panty set, in pink, and in your size. And it had better fit! And buy yourself two lipsticks - one red and one pink - and also a black mascara. We'll take care of anything else you need. Any questions?

"No, m'am," Dave replied dejectedly. I would love to have watched him in a store as he decided what sizes would fit him and what lipstick shades he chose. I should have prepared this in advance with a salesgirl who would help embarrass him even more, but we were coming up with these ideas on the fly.

"I think we should spank him for waiting until the end to tell us he has this sissy fantasy," Evette decided. Come over here and lay down over my lap," she commanded. Then Janice and Karen made room on the sofa for this.

Dave obediently lay over Evette's lap. He was still naked - and erect. "Now, I'm just going to give you a little spanking," she explained. "Unless you cum. Don't you dare cum. If you cum over my skirt, then I'll show you how sorry I can make you," she warned.

Evette used her left arm to yank both of Dave's arms behind him. Then she clamped her legs around his, thus restricting his movement and effectively pinning him down. I was impressed. It was pretty obvious that she had definitely done this before!

She started with bare-handed spanks, alternating his left and right ass cheeks. She started slowly, but gradually she increased the pace and how hard she was spanking him. Dave grunted with each spank and tried to kick free, but she held his legs firmly. Evette paused and invited us to feel how warm she had made his ass. I was surprised how warm his ass was to touch.

"Oh, don't be such a sissy," she scolded Dave about his grunts. "I'm just warming you up." She reached over him and removed one of her shoes. "Now the real fun begins."

Whack! Evette started wailing away at Dave's ass with the sole of her shoe. It was actually a sandal, and it didn't look like it would be an effective spanking tool, but I was wrong. It was flexible and it made a whooshing noise in the air before it connected with his ass. Dave yelped in pain. This must have been hurting him much more than the hand spanks. Whack! Whack! She alternated his ass cheeks in quick succession, and he was crying out for her to stop. This seemed like a good time for me to get close to his face, hold his chin in my hand, and look deeply into his eyes as his face would scrunch up in agony. Whack! Whack! She was really letting him have it.

"This is great!" I exclaimed. It's so much fun to watch his face like this. Evette, do you think you could get him to cry?" I asked.

Evette gave me a disapproving look, as if I was challenging her ability, and suddenly I was the one who was embarrassed. "Sorry - that was a rhetorical question," I said. "Of course you can."

"Boy, that ass is really turning red," Janice observed. "I can't tell which is redder, his ass or his lipstick," she said, as we laughed hysterically at his humiliation from each of these.

Evette didn't look like she was getting tired. Whack! Whack! She was like a machine.

"Please stop, I'm begging you," Dave finally uttered. "I'll do anything if you stop."

Actually I was getting a little worried that Evette was out of control. It did seem time to stop this before she actually drew blood.

"You deserve this and more," she said to him as she suddenly rolled him off her lap and onto the floor. "You should thank me. In fact, you can thank me by kissing my ass."

She stood up, leaned down, and grabbed him roughly by the hair. She lifted her skirt, revealing she was not wearing panties, and she positioned his face in her ass. He gently kissed her ass over and over again. We watched in awe - we had never seen a guy actually going through with that verbal expression 'kiss my ass' - and plus the white guy kissing the ass of a black woman was an extra little humiliation for Dave. Evette smiled at us. "Girls, I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but you can get a guy to do anything you want. Anything. I got him to say that merely by spanking him, but there are many, many ways I could have used instead."

"I have a few ideas too," said Janice, and we all nodded.