Being Neighborly

Part 6

Part 6

A few week later on a Saturday morning, Mona was heading to a nursing conference. We had time for a quick play date before her flight. She suggested we take turns. Until now, our sessions had been arranged around only one of us being the recipient and the idea of switching within a single sessions was very appealing. She dropped by before heading the airport and led me to my bedroom. She sat on the bed and prepared me to go over he knee. She had me set a one-minute timer and went to work with her hair brush. When the time chimed, she had me lay face down on the bed and prepared four syringes of vitamin concoctions - two for each of us. She gave me two shots and then seductively lowered her jeans and panties and draped herself over my lap.

I have her a one minute hairbrush spanking and then gazed at her pink bottom. She had taught me how to give shots and I slowed wiped alcohol on her cheek and brought the needle in contact with the target. Jabbing her freshly spanked bottom twice was almost too stimulating. I knelt astride her and pulled her hips up, having her adopt the perfect head-down, ass-up position. I entered her and banged away for a few minutes before releasing what felt like a generous load. She glanced at her watch and realized she needed to depart, “A spanking, shots and a quickie. What could be better,” she mused and gave me a quick kiss.

I caught-up on some inside chores and reveled in the residual feelings of the spanking and shots. I imagined she was in her seat on the plane with similar feelings plus wet panties due to cum leakage. That evening, I noted lights on at her place and wondered if her flight had been cancelled. I caught sight of her girls and realized the two were entertaining. As the evening wore on, the number of guests grew as did the noise. I texted Mona, first with a quip about our pre-flight ceremony, ‘How’s your bum? Mine still stings. Thanks for the fun morning.’ She replied with wink emoji. I added, ‘BTW - noticed the girls are entertaining. Thought you should know in case this is was not authorized.’

She texted back, ‘Argh.’

A few minutes later, I heard the sounds of mass departure. Voices calling ‘goodbye’, car doors closing and then cars driving away. I smiled assuming Mona had ordered the party to shut down. I was watching the latest episode of a favorite Netflix series when I got a call from Mona, “Thanks for the alert about the party. Those girls are gonna have a long discussion with my hairbrush when I get home but I was hoping you might give each fanny, say, ten hard swats with your large paddle.”

“I’d be happy to oblige,” I replied.

“Thanks. I will make it worth your while when I’m back in town,” Mona added.

“I will count on it,” I responded. “Couple questions. Where and ten in a row or in groups? Preferred position and state of coverage?”

“Hmm,” Mona pondered. “I will have them come to you. Give Rose five and then Dawn, etcetera. Bent over with hands on their knees and bare, of course.”

“Ok. Just wanted to check cuz they might be hesitant to presenting their bare tush to a virtually unknown male,” I noted.

“I’m trusting you’ll be on your best behavior,” she teased. “I’ve gotta attend an evening session or I’d ask to watch via FaceTime.”

“Not to worry. I will not defile your daughters,” I pledged. I had seen Rose’s bare ass spanked and expected that spanking the duo would elicit an involuntary response but would conduct the session as any professional disciplinarian should.

A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. I had placed the paddle on the side table in the foyer. I ushered the girls into the living room. “I hear you’ve gotten yourselves into a bit of trouble,” I began. Rose nodded and Dawn shrugged defiantly. “Ok, you’ll be getting ten each, five at a time. Rose, you’re first. Face the coffee table, bare your bottom and bend over, hands on your knees.” Rose obeyed and I tapped the paddle against her round cheeks. I slowly doled out five hard swats initiating the beginnings of bullseye bruises on each sit spot. “Your turn, Dawn.”

“If I let you fuck me, can we skip the spanking?” she replied.

“I think you just earned yourself another three swats,” I replied, “Now assume the position before I add even more.” She turned, frustrated that the proposition had not worked and lowered her yoga pants and panties. I slowly have her eight very hard swats, then looked to Rose who wordlessly exchanged positions with her sister for her final five. Both girls were in tears with very sore, colorful bottoms. I had both stand side-by-side for a photo to their mother as evidence of an effective punishment.

I was desperately hoping that I might persuade Mona to allow me to watch when she dealt with the girls upon her return, but began to scheme on how to spy on the punishments if Mona preferred to administer the spankings in private.