Several days after Sally’s return, we were having our weekly get-together, this time at my place. She was reviewing the picture I had taken after paddling Cecilia and Becka bottoms and noted, “You do nice work.”

“Thank you. Those girls have some well-bruised asses,” I acknowledged.

“There should also be a picture with cum on their faces,” Sally teased. Apparently, the women had shared with her their after-spanking activities.

“It’s not like they didn’t get their just comeuppance before providing that indulgence,” I countered.

“I’m thinking that allowing ones-self to be distracted from your duties as disciplinarian like that is itself grounds for a long and thorough spanking,” she spared back.

“Hmm,” I pondered. “Perhaps, but allowing such an irresponsible individual to housesit deserves some corrective action and perhaps includes a punitive finish such as those women received.”

“Punitive finish?” Sally pondered as she tugged down my running pants, then boxers and pulled me over her l knee. Her hand was plenty effective but after a bit she had me fetch her hairbrush to conclude the spanking. We switched places and I gradually warmed her glorious backside with my hand, pausing to fondle and caress her perfect cheeks periodically. Eventually, her bottom was very well heated and had developed good color. She slid off my lap and took me in her mouth, licking, stroking and sucking me to fruition but unlike her friends, she caught the entire release and ingested it with a wry smile.

“Remember, I’m having the spanking party next Friday. Cecilia and Becka are eager to return the favor,” Sally reminded as she was looking at her well-spanked bottom in the mirror.

“Hmm, I was thinking they deserved an encore from me as they had broken confidentiality and told you about their tag-team blowjob,” I countered. I was mesmerized by the sight of Sally’s red, well-spanked bottom. “Your bottom is looking very fine but missing a couple of adornments,” I added.

“What’s that?” she replied, seeing through my pretense.

“Marks from my belt, for one,” I replied and she followed my lead as I prompted her to bend over my bed. I pulled my heavy bridle leather belt from the drawer. I slowly stroked her already well-spanked bottom a dozen times, leaving an even darker swath and criss-cross of welts

“You said ‘a couple’,” she quipped, reaching back to feel her seared bottom.

“What about coating of cum,” I suggested. She widened her stance invitingly and I slid inside her. This position always brought me to climax promptly and I withdrew in time to shoot an unexpectedly generous series of rivulets onto her bottom. Usually a second round was much less voluminous but this time it was quite copious. Sally reached back and spread the results like lotion over her cheeks before pulling her panties and stretch pants back up.