We had drinks a few nights later and Joni brought up the next scene in our plan, “My actual sister, Jessie, is coming into town next weekend. Wanna include her in the scene?”

“She’s a spanko, too? That would be fun,” I replied and then added, “So she knows about our play?”

“She knows we’ve been playing and the general idea of our current series,” Joni replied. “But I haven’t told her about the extracurriculars. If it’s ok with you, I’d like to keep that between you and me.”

“Of course,” I assured her.

Jessie was arriving late on Friday and we planned to play at Joni’s place around noon on Saturday. The general idea of the scene would be that I’d be coming home from errands and find them squabbling. As I approached Joni’s place, I texted her to let her know of my impending arrival. I let myself in and heard raised voices in the living room. The two were having a very convincing squabble on the couch. They both jumped to their feet and acted innocent.

“What did I tell you would happen next time you were fighting like this?” I scolded.

“We’d get spanked,” Jessie offered.

“Exactly,” I replied. “Joni go get the Boggle game” Jessie was a bit puzzled by the instruction but Joni got my drift and slunk out of the room with the pout that I found so adorable and most arousing.

Jessie and Joni were obviously sisters, with Jessie being two years younger and slightly more curvy. Both girls were wearing shorts and t-shirts. I sat in the center of the couch and pointed to my right side. “Over here, young lady. You’re gonna go first,” I declared. I reached over and tugged down her shorts and Winnie the Pooh panties. “Over my knee,” I ordered just as Joni returned with the game. I opened the box and retrieved the three minute sand timer then turned it over and set it on the end table to my left where we could all see it.

I began to spank hard and fast, Jessie’s round bottom quickly taking on color and warmth. She began to wriggle and writhe as the time passed about the halfway point. I glanced up to see Joni watching excitedly.

“Time, time, time,” Jessie called as the sand ran out. I let her catch her breath and she slowly stood and turned to watch her sister move into position.

Jessie began to pull-up her shorts and panties and I cautioned. “Leave those down. That was only part one.” I quickly yanked down Joni’s shorts and guided her across my knee. Three minutes later, Joni was standing beside her sister, rubbing her seared tush. “Ok, Jessie, round two.” She laid across my knee and I began another three minute session.

When Joni’s second trip across my knee was complete, I headed out to the kitchen to open a bottle of Chardonnay I’d brought. I had instructed them to sit on the couch, their well-spanked bare bottoms in direct contact with the leather. I heard them whispering conspiratorially and then Jessie distinctly challenged her sister, “If you’re not gonna fuck him then I might.”

A few moments later, I handed each woman a glass and then retrieved my own. “I was thinking you both got off kinda easy and maybe after we finish our wine, you each need, say, another three minutes,” I suggested.

“And then a tag-team blowjob,” Jessie added.