It was nearly six when Evan got home. Alicia had been awaiting nervously since Sherry had departed, knowing what lay ahead. The two women had arranged a movie night, so while Alicia was unsettled about the impending punishment she was somewhat eager to get it done and leave. Maggie was happy at the news of Alicia being out of the house for the evening as she and Evan could properly get reacquainted.

After a brief discussion in the kitchen, Evan came into the family room and Alicia turned-off the TV. “It seems like you needed some extra encouragement to contribute to chores and not leave the house looking like a pig sty,” he began. “Hopefully this can be a one-time thing but if we don’t see positive growth, we may need to repeat this as needed.”

“Yes, daddy,” Alicia replied

Evan began to unbuckle his belt. The jangle sounds gave Alicia butterflies - it was the unmistakable sound that preceded a very painful session with his belt. “You know what to do,” he noted. Alicia stood and approached the arm of the big sofa. The arms were large and padded, the typical spot where the recipient of the belt draped themselves. She lowered her pants and panties and assumed the standard position. She felt the heavy strap tap her bare bottom and then a whoosh and loud crack as leather connected with her bare flesh.

“Eeoooow,” she screamed. The vocalization was interrupted by the second strike. A dozen strokes left her ass with a new red swath across the mottled colors created by the hairbrush. She tenderly recovered and murmured, “I’m really sorry.”

When Alicia had driven away, Evan locked the door and beckoned Maggie to assume the position herself. Her sentence was merely six strokes but left her round bottom with its own red band. For Evan, Maggie’s proffered bottom was irresistible. He dropped his own pants and was immediately inside her. She felt him quickly tense and then the twitching of his cock as it emptied inside her.

She led him back to the bedroom, with semen leaking down her leg. “You know there’s a price to pay when you leave me unfulfilled for day after day,” she chided. His trip had really not been that long but she wanted to add some drama, as she guided him over her knee. She began to spank, first with her bare hand and then the hairbrush. She felt him getting hard again, his erection now sandwiched between her thighs as his own bottom turned pink and then red.

She paused to caress his stinging cheeks and then prompted him to lay face up and rode him cowgirl-style. She moaned as he grabbed her sore cheeks and then again as the crescendo built and erupted. They lay spent and satiated. Maggie whispered, “I hate it when you’re gone but the return is kinda spectacular.”