When Helen first seared my butt, she was partially motivated by her presumption of my inappropriate actions with Sue. Not long after that session with Helen, I got an unexpected call from Annie. Helen’s mock outrage about alleged carnal interest in Sue would have been real and intense had she known about actual hijinks with Annie.

“I really need a spanking,” Annie began. “I’ve been distracted at work and my boss is really frustrated with me.”

“We can’t have that,” I replied. Sue was conveniently away for a few days at a conference so there would be no immediate conflict with Sue feeling left out.

“Can I come by this evening?” she asked.

“That works,” I agreed. I was tempted to suggest she pack a bag and spend the night. A good hard spanking before bed, then some horizontal naked fun and another spanking in he morning to send her off to work with a really sore bottom and her sex tingling from repeated intrusions.

“Great,” Annie replied gleefully, “It will be a great reminder as I sit at my desk tomorrow. I’ll be over in a bit.”

Now that I knew Helen might be keeping watch for my guests, I was a bit self-conscious but then discarded any concern as the only real repercussion would be some playful scolding and a good spanking. Even before she spanked me I’d had a fantasy about putting Helen over my knee and was now waiting for the right opportunity to suggest the idea of a bilateral spanking session.

Annie arrived just at sunset. I led her to a sofa and sat in the center. She stood expectantly, wearing loose draw-string pants and a crop-top. I pulled the string to untie the bow and the pants fell to the floor on their own. I slowly pulled down her panties and she went across my lap. “Hand me the brush,” I instructed. She reached over to the bath brush on the adjacent coffee table and handed it back to me.

“One request,” she asked, still holding tight to the brush. I raised my eyebrows at the notion she was dictating terms. “When you’re nearly finished - maybe like eighty percent - can you pause? I have an idea I’d like to try,” she continued. I must have looked skeptical. “I’m sure you’re going to like it, too,” she added.

I took the brush and began to paddle her round cheeks. She was grunting with each swat as her ass became warm and pink, then began to show the faint precursors of spidery bruising. I paused, as requested, before beginning my finale. She rose and rubbed her bottom. “What’s this special idea?” I asked.

She prompted me to stand and quickly my pants were down and she was stroking me. “I want you to bang me doggy style, cum on my ass and then finish the spanking,” she revealed. It was a marvelous idea and something I wholeheartedly would support. She turned away and bent over. I approached her colorful cheeks and she reached between her legs and guided me inside her. I began to thrust - slowly at first.

The sight of my cock disappearing inside her and then my pelvis smacking into her warm, rosy cheeks was intoxicating and prompted me to intensify the motion until I felt myself approaching release. I withdrew and a moment later the first of several generous jets of cum landed on her freshly spanked cheeks. She spread the gooey concoction over skin and stated simply, “I’m ready.”

I picked-up the brush and began the closing sequence - five hard swats on the right cheek, just below the crest where it would be felt most intensely while sitting. The brush on her wet skin made an amazing smack. Then a volley to the moist left cheek. I repeated the pattern three, maybe four, times, then dropped the brush and caressed her fiery cheeks.

I watched her inspect the condition of her bottom in the mirror and then pull on her clothes. “What are you doing for lunch tomorrow? Maybe I could drop by for a warm-up and a snack?” Her hand gripped my penis that had magically become hard again. “Or maybe a treat now, too, before I go?” I nodded and she sank to her knees.