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“I trust you, but—”
“No ‘buts.’ Come. Now.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Tiff’s eyes grew big as Markus lifted his wife’s dress up over her ass. Lukus and Tiffany moved to their own seat while Markus lowered Bri’s lacy panties, revealing her creamy cheeks. Tiffany squeezed Lukus’s hand tightly, as if she were afraid to let him go. When Lukus sat at the end of the loveseat, she instinctively knew what to do without being told. Moving deliberately, she knelt and draped herself over his lap, positioning herself the same way as her best friend— head over the end of the loveseat.
Damn. I’m gonna miss being able to see her eyes like this.
His cock throbbed as she wiggled against his lap. He willed his cock to be patient. Lukus moved methodically, lifting her short dress above her round ass. He massaged her butt through her skimpy underwear before baring her bottom in preparation for her punishment.
Markus filled the girls in. “What time were you ladies supposed to be here?”
Brianna answered for them from her upside-down position. “I know. We were fifteen minutes late, but it wasn’t our fault. The traffic was terrible.”
“It doesn’t matter. You should have left earlier.” Markus’s voice was stern, but Lukus noted the humor dancing in his friend’s eyes. Markus was enjoying this fun start to their night as much as he was.
Tiffany jumped in, her voice muffled. “We left as soon as we could.”
“No excuses. You were fifteen minutes late. I think they’ve earned a fifteen-minute spanking? What do you think, Markus?”
Markus replied quickly. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Tiffany squirmed enough that Lukus had to use force to keep her still. “Fifteen minutes? That’s crazy! That’s way too long. Bri texted you to let you know, so you wouldn’t worry. I didn’t text and drive. We did the best we could.”
“Tsk. Tsk. That sounded a lot like sassy Tiffany. I think that calls for additional minutes, don’t you agree, Markus?” The teasing tone in his voice should have calmed her. It didn’t.
“Lukus, please. I changed my mind. I’m not ready.” Her flailing increased, but her struggles were no match for her Dom.
He knew her well. He’d expected this. Her guilt over her kinky desires ran deep. When it came to sex, the conscious Tiff kept wanting to fight against the surrender to her deeper submissive desires. While Markus began a stern, open-handed spanking to his wife’s squirming bottom, Lukus stuck to his plan.
His first volley of a dozen spanks to Tiffany’s bare tush was light, playful. He stopped, slowly dipping his fingers lower, nudging her clenched legs apart in search of her warm center. His left hand hugged her draped body tight against him. His right hand was on a search and rescue mission, looking to make contact with a more personal part of her body.
He knew he was getting close when he heard Tiffany’s surprised sigh as his fingers slid through her wetness, grazing her puffy clit. There was no need to spread her legs further. Tiff took care of that on her own. He couldn’t help but chuckle when her right leg almost fell off the loveseat, opening herself for his very personal inspection.
Just as she began to greedily hump his fingers, Lukus retracted them and returned to the spanking. His slaps came slow and steady. Hard enough to sting, but soft enough to tell her this was no real punishment. Brief massaging caresses followed each swat, barraging Tiff with his own mix of pleasure and pain.
The same could not be said of the other spanking taking place in the room. Markus had yet to let up, lighting into his wife’s ass with his strong, open hand. The loud cracks as skin smacked skin bounced off the walls, adding nicely to the ambiance.
Ironically, the mewling sounds coming from each woman were not entirely different, proving their men knew how to push each of their unique buttons. The disciplinary spanking was as much of a turn-on to Brianna as the playful spanking Tiffany received was to her. They may have both been sexually submissive, but the women needed different handling.
Luckily for Tiff, Lukus had made it his life’s mission to learn how to get inside a submissive’s head. To learn how to push each one as far as he could without it crossing over into a negative experience. Each sub had her own line in the sand. With Brianna’s experience and Tiffany’s innocence, their lines were pretty far apart. If he did his job right, Lukus would be helping Tiffany move her line closer to Brianna’s over time, although he already knew she would never be into pain like Brianna. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t disappoint him at least a little bit.
Markus stopped his spanking first, when Brianna sounded like she was both crying and coming, simultaneously. The second he stopped, she cried out. “Oh no! Don’t stop, Markus. I was so close.”
“I know. Why do you think I stopped? Do naughty girls get to come without permission?”
“No.” Brianna pouted.
Her husband let loose another volley on her red ass. “No, what?”
“No, sir. May I come, please?”
“Absolutely not. I just got a text from the driver. Our car is here. We’ll have to cut this short. You’ll have to behave yourself all through dinner, then we’ll talk about it again.” His wife’s groan brought a smile to Markus’s face.
Tiffany’s grinding moved into high gear, suspecting Lukus would have the same restriction. When he pulled his hand out of her damp center and swat her ass a few last times, he grinned like the rogue he was at her frustration.
She can’t possibly be more turned on right now than I am. Looks like all four of us are going to be miserable through dinner.
