Chapter 26 - Clark

Once Avett popped out it was the two of us alone, dimly lit and stewing in the scent of sex. Rather quiet, Lily studied the bedspread.

“Not feeling so bold now, are we?” I asked.

A smile crept onto her naughty lips. “Um ... Maybe?” She giggled, hiccupped: drunk on her own impertinence.

“Stand up, girl.”

Summoning every ounce of rebellion in her, she remained seated. “Why?”

I bent until my hands met the mattress on her either side and my face loomed so close she could feel the daggers of my voice on her skin. “Because I said so.”

A tiny peep of fear escaped her. She stood.

I sat on the edge of the bed. “You seem to have quite the attitude problem tonight, miss. Here, bend over my knee and we’ll see if we can’t fix it.” Her eyes went wide, yet she was unmoving. “Now, Lily.”

With some reluctance, she lowered her stomach to my lap and buried her face in the mattress. I tugged that ratty old t-shirt up and yanked her muggy panties to her thighs to reveal my prize – mounds of soft, snow-white skin eager to be branded in crimson with the shape of my palm. “Hm,” I sighed in content, allowing my hand to rest lightly on her plump cheek, testing its firmness. Yes, I decided promptly, a blushing backside would be becoming of her.

Avett swung into the room again, distracting me from my canvas. He regarded the scene like a salivating dog. I asked, “Are you going to play nice, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the bedpost. “Are you?”

I grinned. He was lucky I was in the mood for an adjunct. “Maybe,” I said, and pulled my hand sharply back, pausing at the pinnacle. Lily flinched. Chuckling, I resumed my tender caress of her cheek. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Why so jumpy, princess?” Avett asked. He bent to brush her hair aside, but her inarticulate groan of response came muffled into the mattress.

I asked, “Can you count to ten, kitten? Or is that too many numbers for your simple little head to remember?”

Finally shifting her beet-red face to take a breath, she responded softly, “I can.”

Avett was ecstatic. “Are you sure about that? Don’t worry, I can help you. Here’s a hint: it starts with ‘one.’”

“I know,” she said, sheepish, sounding as if she wasn’t so sure after all.

Smiling, I squeezed a handful of her natural padding. “Well, you just try your very best, honey. Think really hard and I’m sure you’ll manage.” I shot Avett a knowing grin and brought my palm swiftly to her cushion with a resounding slap that made her jump and inhale sharply. “Aw,” I chuckled. “Was that too hard?”

She caught her breath. “One.”

I struck her again in the exact same spot.

“AH—” She yelped, her hands flying to protect herself.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I caught her wrists in a single hand and wrenched them away. “Hold these for me, puck.”

“Glady.” Avett joined us on the bed and took her hands, pinning them firmly to her back. “I think she forgot the next number, Sir. Funny how you just have to tell her what a dummy she is to shut her off.” He caught Lily’s scowling eye. “It’s like magic, huh?”

“ ... Two,” she growled.

“Oh, good job!” Avett snarked, ruffling her hair.

“Clever girl,” I cooed. Her cheek was already going pink.

I landed more blows in quick succession. Her body flinched, but with Avett holding her deftly in place, there was no escape. She could only gasp and choke out, “Three. Four. AH! Five!”

“Aw, look how red her cute little butt is,” I said. The outline of my palm, large enough the fingertips reached her thigh, was consistent. I wanted to give myself a pat on the back for my accuracy.

Lily turned for a look, but Avett pushed the side of her face back into the mattress. “Stay.” To me, he said, “Impeccable accuracy, Sir. As always.”

“Thanks,” I smirked. “Lily, what do you say?”

“Um ... Thank you, Sir?”

“That’s right.” My palm moved to her other cheek, yet unblemished. “Got your next number all lined up in your big, smart brain there?”

She tensed up, bracing herself. “Yes, Sir.” THWACK.

“Hhhg—!” She gulped. “Six!”

THWACK. Her leg reflexively shot up as she yelped. Avett laughed. “God, she’s a fuss-puss today.”

“Remind me to tie her down next time,” I told him. I yanked her panties off her and readjusted, pinning her thighs between my own. I balled up the soggy cottons. “Say, ‘ahh,’ Lily.”

“Ahh,” she said, and I stuffed them into her open mouth.

“There, maybe that will keep you quiet.” I gave her face a gentle pat. “Don’t forget your numbers, though.”

Through the mess of fabric, she mumbled something muffled that sounded vaguely like, “Seven.”

THWACK. “Eight.”

THWACK. “Nine.”

“Good girl!” I enthused, calming her burning hot skin with a tender caress. She looked at me, teary, starry-eyed and vacant, drooling, in pain yet enraptured by the taste of the cloth upon which she sucked. “Do those nasty panties taste good, baby girl?” She nodded blissfully. “Yeah? Do they taste like big brother’s cum?” Another nod. “Aw, I bet they do! Look, honey. You got him all worked up again.”

Her lustful gaze drifted to Avett’s swollen cock, right at eye level. “Mmm...” she hummed.

“You haven’t been very nice to Avett, though. Have you?” She shook her head. “No. That’s why Avett will give you your last spanking, and then you can apologize.”

“With pleasure.” He stood, passing her wrists back to me. Her body tensed even more than before. She was excepting the worst and he delivered, striking her tortured cheeks with a flat open palm and a mighty crack that made her scream through her cottons.

“TEN!” She burbled, gulping for air.

“Good girl.” I smiled and brought my own open palm under her mouth. “Drop it.” Her jaw went slack and the bunched fabric tumbled into my hand, now dripping with saliva as well as the other fluids. I tossed it aside. “Go on, then.”

“I’m sorry, Avett,” she panted, still recovering from the bite of his blow.

I stroked her hair off her hot face in tandem with my gentle pets on her stinging rear end. “All better now?” I asked. She hummed her assent. “Can you say, ‘thank you Daddy for fixing my bratty attitude?’”

She murmured, “Thank you Daddy for fixing my bratty attitude.”

I smiled. I quite liked this “repeat after me” game. “Can you say, ‘I’m going to be a good girl for Daddy now?’”

“I’m gonna be a good girl for Daddy now.”

Avett wouldn’t miss out on it, either. He said, “Can you say, “I’m a itty bitty wittle dumb baby?”

She looked at me. Her expression read, do I have to?

“I think she might need another spank, Avett.”

He lifted his hand. “I’M AN ITTY BITTY LITTLE DUMB BABY!” She shrieked before he could bring it down. We both broke into stinging laughter.

She buried her face in the mattress again. “That’s okay, honey,” I cooed. “Don’t be embarrassed.” My hand crept between her cheeks, with feathery fingertips brushing the folds between her thighs. “Oh, dear.”

Avett cocked his head. “What is it, Sir?”

I clicked my tongue. “She’s soaking wet! Lily, whatever am I going to do with you? A spanking shouldn’t make you all drippy, silly.”

“Should’ve known,” Avett said in his most belittling tone. “Can’t even punish the girl without her dribbling everywhere.”

My index finger slipped with ease into her warm, greedy hole. She groaned into the mattress and immediately pushed herself further onto the digit. “Aw,” we both chuckled.

I said, “Well, she may not have learned her lesson, but at least she’s gone so brainless she’ll do what she’s told.” I thought of that troublesome little tongue again. “Like trying out the correct way to stick out her tongue, perhaps.”

Avett’s lip tugged at the corner. “Oh, I like that idea very much, Sir.”

I removed my finger from her sopping hole, and she sighed in displeasure. “Well, go on, girl,” I said, swatting her raw backside with a light touch as I finally relaxed my legs to release her. “You want to point your tongue at people so badly. Now, do it properly.”

Remembering what I’d said, she lifted herself on shaky legs before sinking down again, this time on her knees before me. “Would you look at that!” I exclaimed. “She managed to learn something, after all.”