Cornered, Part 2

Sequel to: Cornered

Pieces of school uniforms lay scattered on the floor of Maddy’s bedroom. Maddy and Kara lay entwined on Maddy’s bed. Having enjoyed the mutually orgasmic results of “Let’s chill,” they were content with an occasional girl-flavored kiss.

Maddy sat up suddenly, listening. “My dad’s home. Do you want to watch?”

“Yes!” said Kara.

“Well hurry, then, get dressed.”

The girls scrambled for clothing. “I can’t find my panties,” Kara exclaimed in alarm.

“They’re here somewhere. But never mind, just go without, we need to be downstairs,” Maddy urged.

So it was that Maddy, her sister Holly, her father, and her best friend Kara, found themselves together in the living room.

Maddy’s dad was finishing a speech to Holly. “We’ve given you every opportunity, and I’ve overlooked some faults while you seemed to be improving, but this was just too much, and evidently intentional. It stops right now.”

Holly, facing the corner, did not reply. Her shoulders trembled with sobs. When her father was seated, he simply said “Come.” Holly turned and, after the slightest hesitation, walked toward him.

Kara watched, fascinated and aroused. Holly was just as pretty and sexy as her sister, with smaller breasts and fairer hair but otherwise much alike. Kara’s imagination briefly flared with an image of the three of them, but Holly reached her father’s knee and all attention shifted.

No spoon. No strap. No tawse or cane or paddle. Just one large, hard, heavy hand, spanning an entire bun, pounding with regular, unstoppable force into Holly’s bare ass.

The marks of her earlier spanking were quickly obscured by handprints; before long, there was only color, pinks and reds merging into an agonizing blaze.

Kara’s pussy was flooding, oozing, dripping; it had something to do with Holly’s naked exposure, but much, much more to do with the severe, painful, inescapable spanking meted out by an authoritative older man in a suit and tie. That image was straight out of Kara’s nightly fantasies.

Holly screamed and kicked and cried, but she never tried to block a spank and never moved her bottom out of its place. After what seemed to Kara like an awfully long time, the spanking came to an end.

“Up to your room, Holly,” said her father. She left without a word, and Kara watched her as she climbed the stairs with her bright red bottom on display.

Holly disappeared. Kara turned back to the living room. To her great astonishment, Maddy was stripping off her school uniform.

“Maddy, what —”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Maddy said. “The price for watching a spanking is a spanking. So it’s my turn now.” Naked, she arranged herself on her father’s lap.

She looked Kara right in the eye. “Your turn is next.”

— Frenulum