Natasha explained that for today’s adventure, we would be visiting Sarah, a good friend of hers. Natasha and Sarah were going to be baking cupcakes for Sarah’s church bakesale and I could play video games to pass the time. I sensed there was more to the story but went along as carefree as a young lad might. On the drive over, Natasha warned, “I expect you to be on your best behavior. Sarah is quite conservative and doesn’t tolerate any monkey business.”

When we arrived at Sarah’s, she greeted us at the door. I could tell from the smells coming from the kitchen that actual baking was in progress. The cupcake thing was not just some pretext. “Go on in the family room, Boris,” Sarah instructed. “My niece Alison is already in there playing Mario Kart, I think.” The mention of a ‘niece’ was an unexpected twist. I rounded the corner to find an attractive woman playing the game.

“You must be Alison, I’m Boris,” I began.

“Wanna play,” she asked with a sly smile. I figured that Sarah was about my age, and her ‘niece’ was close in age to Natasha.

“Sure,” I replied.

“The game or me?” Alison replied flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes.

“I didn’t know you were on the menu,” I replied, taking a seat beside her on the couch. We began to kiss and soon, my hand was inside her shirt and had a breast freed from her bra while her hand was inside my pants kneading my cock.

“What’s going on here,” a voice said from behind us. We sprung back to see Sarah looking over the back of the couch, looking extremely upset. “You two follow me!” She led us back into the kitchen, “These two were just about to fornicate on my couch,” she bellowed to Natasha.

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha replied.

I began to zip-up my shorts and Sarah saw that and responded, “No so fast, young fellow. You’re going over my knee and those are coming all the way down.” She pulled out a chair and selected a large wooden spoon from a container near the oven. She beckoned me close and yanked down my pants. She pointed at my erection and scolded, “Another few minutes and I would have been too late, you’d have been sticking that into my hussy niece. Now over my knee. You both are gonna get your backsides blistered.”

Sarah paddled my butt with the spoon for a good five minutes as Natasha and Alison watched. Natasha had a satisfied expression while Alison’s varied between aroused and worried. She knew she was next and going to get something about the same duration and intensity as I was receiving. Finally, Sarah paused and prompted me to rise. “Go stand in the corner,” she ordered, pointing to the spot. “Leave those pants down so we can get a good, long look at your naughty, red bottom.”

She then pulled down Alison’s stretch pants and hauled her over her knee. Alison received a commensurate paddling, except it was interrupted several times by Sarah warning me to face the corner and not turn to watch. In the end, I saw most of it and it was a fantastic spectacle to behold. Finally, Sarah let her ‘niece’ rise and pointed her to her own corner. I noted that Alison seemed to have the track of an authentic tear on her cheek while her lower cheeks were bright red and hot.

“You two stay right there. We’re gonna take these over to the church,” Sarah announced. Sarah and Natasha gathered the finished cupcakes and headed out.

When we heard the front door close, Alison said, “They won’t be gone long. You need to be quick.”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

Alison stepped back slightly from the corner and bent forward, bracing her hands against the wall. “Get over here and finish,” she veritably commanded.

I quickly realized her proposition and shuffled towards her. She guided me inside and I began to pump. Uncharacteristically, I was hoping for a quick finish. I emptied inside her just as I heard a key in the front door. I quickly shuffled back to my corner, my cock still twitching. I looked at Alison, who straightened-up and gave me a wink. I also noted that my ejaculate was leaking down her leg.

A moment later, Sarah and Natasha entered the kitchen. They both closely inspected our respective recently-spanked bottoms. They could not have missed the musky post-coital odor or the obvious evidence on Alison’s leg but neither reacted. “Pull up your pants and go back to the game. We have another batch to bake and you two better behave yourselves,” Sarah instructed.

Back on the couch, Allison whispered, ‘Whaddya think would happen if they catch us fucking on the couch?”

“I’m game if you are but I need a little time to recover,” I replied.

She paused the game and kneaded my crotch, “Maybe I can hasten the process and get your little friend ready to play again?”

“That might work, but I expect oral attention will provide faster results,” I replied.