Saturday’s often seemed to be action-filled. I had been working on a report and emerged to get coffee. Jane was home for the day and I sat down with her and Judy. We were chatting when Jill and her girls arrived unexpectedly.

Jill was visibly upset, “These two got admonished for cheating on a history exam - plagiarizing!” The two looked positively fearful and it occurred to me that since Jill was still wearing the brace for her sprained wrist, they were here to be punished by their aunt. I was hoping for a good show and then it got even better.

“Worse yet,” Jill continued, “You know whose work they copied?” Judy shook her head but I glanced at Jane and it became obvious. “Jane’s!” Jill scolded.

Judy’s expression turned from mere disapproval to abject anger. “Is this true,” she asked, turning to her daughter. Jane shamefully nodded her head. Judy was quiet, contemplating her next move. Then she stood and walked across the kitchen, opened a drawer and extracted a set of garden shears. “You’re going to take these and each of you get a switch from the willow tree. It should be at least as long as your arm, no thicker than your thumb and no thinner than your pinky. You can probably imagine how they’ll be used but I will wait to explain that when you return.”

The three young women stalked out the back door and across the yard to the tree. I remained in my seat and silent, hoping I would get to watch. A few minutes later, the trio returned. “You’re each gonna get a dozen - six from me and six from Jill. She’s become pretty adept at using her left hand. Jane your first - pants down and grab your ankles.”

Jane looked at me but did not complain, after all her private parts were not unfamiliar to me. She lowered her yoga pants and bent over. Judy tapped the switch against her daughter’s bare cheeks and gave them a hard stroke. Jane grunted softly with each and then Judy handed the switch to her sister. Jill stood on Jane’s right side and with her left hand deftly applied six more strokes. Jane stood and a tear was leaking down her cheek.

“Sophia’s next,” Jill announced. Sophia was wailed loudly as her mom gave her six and then louder still when the switch was shifted to Judy’s hand. Elisa was only slightly more stoic than her sister.

I had watched each girl’s ass get whacked and develop a ladder-like series of a dozen welts. I was unusually hard and waiting for a chance to escape to my room and jerk off. Just then, Jill announced, “Ok, girls let’s go get our grocery shopping done.” Both her daughter’s groaned in unison.

“Can you take Jane along?” Judy asked. Now it was Jane’s turn to groan.

“Of course,” Jill replied. Later, I wondered if Jill was savvy to Judy’s intentions. Judy handed Jane the grocery list and the four were out the door.

Judy looked at me and beckoned, “Come with me.” At first, I thought she might be so exuberant after punishing the girls that she was intending to introduce me to the switch. Instead when we reached her room, she handed me Jane’s switch, doffed her own stretch pants and laid down on the bed. “Give me a dozen of your best,” she asked. I slowly applied the willow rod to her bare cheeks, leaving a set of parallel welts on her bottom and my cock even harder. After the twelfth stroke, she parted her legs slightly and taunted me, “Well, come on and get in me!”

I eagerly accepted the invitation and maybe disappointed her on how quickly I reached climax.