Kate still had several scene ideas still her initial list but pinged her spankee duo about any ideas they might have for scene setups. Clay replied immediately that he had really become excited with Kate’s threat to spank them right on the patio. This spurred an idea for Kate and she told them to keep thinking and send her any new concepts. She would think about Clay’s suggestion and get back to them in time for the next scene.

Kate refined her idea and informed the pair to come again as young neighbor kids - the outfits they wore last time would also be perfect for this scene. The scolding portion began again on the patio. “Do you kids now why you’re in trouble?” Kate asked. They both shrugged. “You were playing tag in my yard and bumped into my patio table. My favorite glass for iced fell on the stone and broke,” she added, opening a box containing a broken tumbler. She had herself accidentally dropped the very inconsequential tumbler a few days ago but now it served a greater purpose as a prop for the scene. “What am I going to do with you two,” she asked. “Perhaps tell your parents?”

“No, ma’am. Please, not that,” Dana replied.

“I only know of one alternative,” Kate declare, “A trip to the shed.” She pointed at the small garden shed in the back of her yard. Dana gulped. The ‘trip to the woodshed’ was a timeless spanking reference for them all. Kate stood and walked towards the shed. The pair hesitated in their chairs and Kate turned, “You two have earned a good whoopin’. Make me wait in the shed and it’ll be even worse for you.” Both sprang from their chairs and ran to catch-up. They were out-of-breath from the dash and even more so seeing what awaited them in the shed.

Kate had cleared one end of the shed just for this scene and had set a sawhorse with a moving blanket atop it. Handing from a hook was an old-fashioned razor strop. “Do you two know what this is?” Kate asked. Clay nodded his recognition but Dana shook her head. “It’s a heavy leather strap that barber’s use to hone a razor. I can tell you from personal experience, there is little else that lights a more intense fire in the backside than a few strokes of this.” She was being completely truthful as Kate’s bottom was still bruised and sore from the strapping Walt had applied the previous evening.

“Mister, you’re first,” Kate said, pointing at Clay and picked the strap off the hook. “Bare your bottom, bend over the horse and hold tight to the legs on the far side.” Clay did as instructed and Dana watched in growing arousal as Kate tapped the heavy strap against her friend’s bare ass and then gave him a solid stroke. The sound was almost like a gunshot in the enclosed space. They were not fully exposed like they would have been on the patio but still the door to the shed remained open and anyone with in earshot would easily discern what was occurring.

Clay moaned but that sound was overshadowed by the snap of leather on skin as the second stroke landed. A few minutes later, Clay hobbled away and Dana assumed the position. Soon, her ass also bore a dark, red swath where the heave strop had landed. She was sobbing softly from the surprisingly painful punishment. Kate returned the strap to it’s place, looked between the two and said, “I’ll leave you two to compose yourselves. Come on in the house when you’re ready.”

“Wow,” Clay remarked, closely inspecting Dana’s well-seared ass. “Do you want me to go while you recover?”

“Go?” Dana replied. “No. Fuck me quickly before she wonders what we’re up to.” Clay did not need to be asked twice and quickly dropped his pants again and entered his friend, quite aggressively. Quickly he was on the precipice. In most cases, he would have throttled back to sustain himself but instead pressed-on fervently. He pulled out just in time to shoot his load onto Dana’s round and very well bruised ass. She quickly pulled her panties up over her sticky cheeks and led Clay to Kate’s back door.

Inside they sat, all quite uncomfortably due to the same strop, except Dana had the extra touch of sitting in semen-soaked panties. Kate wondered if she smelled the musk of recent sex and pondered how to ask about such a thing. Instead, the refilled their wine and talked about their respective latest TV series addictions.