by Dinah McLeod
“Ack!” she couldn’t help saying.
“I know it must not taste very good.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder and a smile that came close to being sympathetic. “Come on.”
She followed behind him with her head down. She was beyond emotionally drained. She’d been punished to the point where she didn’t think she could take anymore.
“Have a seat.”
Kaitlyn made a move to sit on the couch, but Sean stopped her with a shake of his head.
“No, honey. Go to your punishment chair in the corner.”
Her eyes filled with brand-new tears at the order, but she did it without a word of protest. There was a wooden chair sitting in the corner, facing the wall. It was made of wood that had not been sanded very well and still showed traces of the original bark in the seat. Sean had had an entire set of them when they first married—bachelor pad décor if she’d ever seen it. She’d demanded that he get rid of them and he’d reluctantly agreed to, save one. This, he’d told her, would serve as a reminder for her whenever she had a spanked bottom. At the time, she’d rolled her eyes, thinking he was ridiculous. She was sure it would collect dust over the years and that she’d be able to convince him to trash it.
It turned out that her hopes were unfounded. The damn thing never went too long without use. Jarrod had even used it once or twice while Sean had been away. She hated the thing on sight. She knew the rough wood would bite into her tender skin, making it impossible to get comfortable and difficult to think of anything but her spanked ass. Still, she sat, wincing as she did so. She shifted every few seconds, wondering how long Sean would make her stay there.
She could hear him and Jarrod talking. Though she wasn’t close enough to make out what they were saying, she could easily detect the low murmur of their voices and she’d bet anything that they were talking about her. Perhaps they were discussing exactly what shade of red her scorched ass was. Maybe they were comparing techniques. Whatever they were saying, they clearly didn’t want her to hear them.
Just when she’d begun shifting from side to side without finding any relief, Sean called her name.
“You can get up now. Go rinse your mouth out, honey.”
She jumped up as soon as the words reached her ears, happy to abandon her chair and even happier to get the foul taste out of her mouth. Her feet practically flew as she raced to the bathroom—she’d never moved so quickly. As soon as she’d turned the tap on, she bent down and let the water fall from the tap straight into her awaiting mouth. She stood back up and swished the water around before spitting it out. Kaitlyn hacked and coughed at the remaining suds before she bent over the sink once more.
When that mouthful was expelled, she felt much better. She took a deep, shaky breath and faced the mirror. She was a mess. Her brown hair was sticking out wildly in various directions, her face was blotchy, and her green eyes were red from crying. There wasn’t much she could do about it, she guessed, but she’d do what she could. Turning on the faucet once more, she splashed her face with cold water. She patted her skin dry and faced the mirror once more to assess the results, but it wasn’t much better.
With a sigh, she took a hairbrush to the tangled mass of hair on her head and applied a spritz of perfume to her wrists before finally turning off the light and walking out of the bathroom.
Still sporting a behind so sore that she was reminded of her punishment with each and every step and beginning to feel a bit shy, she took her time walking back to the living room. She and Sean hadn’t made love since he’d come home, and she was hoping that now that her punishment was over, he’d remedy that.
She stopped short when she exited the hallway. Jarrod and Sean were both sitting on the couch, casually talking and laughing. Suddenly, she was keenly aware of the fact that she was only wearing a long t-shirt, and one that wasn’t nearly long enough to cover her pussy. Jarrod had seen her naked ass before, but…
Kaitlyn had just decided to do an about-face and head into her bedroom for a new pair when Sean spotted her.
“Hey, honey. Come on over.”
“Oh, um… I was just going to—”
“Come here, Kaitlyn.”
She swallowed hard and did as he bid, keeping her arms down straight by her sides and her hands tugging down on the fabric of her shirt.
“Sit on my lap,” he invited.
She gave Jarrod an uncomfortable, sideways glance before doing as Sean asked. The moment she hit his knee, she yanked the fabric down as much as she could. Sean either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.
“How are you feeling?”
“Um…” While she was surprised by the question, she definitely didn’t want to discuss it in front of Jarrod! Could this get any more embarrassing? And why was her husband so oblivious to the breach in etiquette here?
“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?” he chuckled. “It’s a simple question.”
“I’m feeling embarrassed,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice as quiet as possible.
“You’re what? Speak up.”
Kaitlyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It looked like she was just going to have to come out and say it. Sure, she could refuse, but she was just too sore and cried out to even consider that as an option. “I said I’m embarrassed, sir.”
“Embarrassed? Why? You mean because Jarrod’s here?” He laughed at the idea. “He’s spanked you before, so he’s already seen your red ass.” He hugged her and nuzzled her neck, as though that was the only thing she could possibly be worried about.
“I know… but, um…” She cleared her throat, nodding downward pointedly.
“Ah.” When she looked up, she saw Sean’s eyes twinkling at her. “Yes, thank you for bringing my attention to that.”
Normally, his words would have made her breathe a sigh of relief, but something about the way his eyes gleamed at her made her put the celebration on pause.
“I’m glad we’re finished with your punishment. I hope you never give me cause to repeat it.”
“I—”
“Because if you do,” he cut her off, “then I’m afraid I’ll have to spank those naughty lips instead.”
Her eyes widened and a gasp slid out between her parted lips. “Sean! You wouldn’t!”
“Don’t believe me? Maybe I should give you a demonstration now, just to show you how serious I am.”
She shook her head vigorously, but somehow she knew that he wasn’t going to listen. She felt a lump begin to form in her throat, and an apprehension begin pounding beneath her breasts.
“Lie down. Yes, just like that.”
For some reason, she was surprised when he raised her shirt. The moment the thought hit her—oh, those lips!—she became mortified at the fact that her pussy was exposed right in front of another man. And not just any man. Maybe it would have been better if it was a stranger. But it was Jarrod, the man who’d sat down to dinner with her and Sean more than a dozen times since they’d been married. The same man who’d watched Love Actually and Titanic with her while Sean had been deployed. And yes, he’d spanked her, that was true. That had been bad enough, but this! What was Sean thinking?
“Honey,” she tried in a muted whisper.
But the only answer she got was the sound of his hand smacking down against her pussy lips. Until she felt the sting, an ache that vibrated throughout the rest of her body, she hadn’t realized how wet she was. She could see by the grin on Sean’s face that he knew it, too.
“My, my,” he murmured with a sexy grin. “It looks like someone enjoyed her spanking. Tsk, tsk.” He shook a finger at her. “It would seem like you didn’t learn your lesson, naughty girl.”
“I did,” she protested, her face flaming at the absolute humiliation of this scene playing out in front of her husband’s best friend. “Sean, I swear, I did. I’ll never do it again. I—”
“What do you think?” he asked, talking over her head. “Should I give her a repeat performance? I mean, my hand is a little sore, but I
could muster up the strength, for the good of my marriage.”
Kaitlyn scowled at his teasing tone. Was this one big joke to him? Because she certainly wasn’t amused!
“No, I think she gets the picture,” Jarrod replied, his tone even as ever, like this was just a normal day. Like his best friend’s wife wasn’t sprawled across the couch, her wet pussy visible to any who cared to have a look.
“You might be right,” her husband mused. “All right, half a dozen should do it then.”
Almost before the words had fully registered, his hand was coming down on her pussy once more. It didn’t hurt, not really. Her lips felt the impact and registered a minuscule amount of pain, but then quickly tingled in a way that felt more like pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter and her horror at the scene was growing by the moment.
And yet, the more he spanked, the wetter she became. In fact, before it was done she’d become so engrossed in what was happening to her body that she’d nearly forgotten Jarrod was in the room.
Her husband, it seemed, hadn’t forgotten at all. His next words proved that.
“You know, Jar, everything’s been so hectic since I’ve gotten back that I still haven’t properly thanked you for your help with Kaitlyn while I was gone.”
The girl in question was lying sprawled over her husband’s lap, a steady heat pulsing between her legs while her cheeks blushed furiously.
“You’re welcome, brother. Anytime, you know that.”
“I do. Which is why I think you deserve a special show of our… appreciation. Don’t you think so, honey?”
Her blush had turned into a wild brush fire covering her entire face. Her throat was too tight to speak. She might never speak again. Was there any cure for a permanent state of embarrassment? Because that was what Sean had just put her in. The best she could do was nod.
“See, she agrees. So why don’t you reach on over there and tell me how hot she is.”
“What?” Jarrod asked, even as her mind screamed the same word. The only difference was that he didn’t sound nearly as appalled as she felt.
“I thought you’d like to tell me how hot her pussy is.”
Good grief, had the world just gone crazy and no one had thought to tell her? What was Sean saying? She couldn’t believe her ears. Thank God for Jarrod! He was the calm one, the reasonable one. He’d put the whole bag of crazy to rest.
Only he didn’t.
“Are you sure you’re OK with that?”
He still didn’t sound appalled. In fact, he sounded… well, if she wasn’t mistaken, she’d swear he sounded a bit excited. But that wasn’t like Jarrod. He didn’t get excited about anything. Well, except for when the Cowboys played or when she made chocolate cake for dessert, but that was pretty much the entire list.
“Like I said, I owe you a debt and I intend to pay it.”
Kaitlyn finally found her voice. “Doesn’t anyone like a good, old-fashioned fruit basket anymore?”
But they both ignored her. They were in the process of some odd staring game at the moment, it seemed. She didn’t know what they were waiting for, if they speaking telepathically or what, but she wasn’t going to sit around—or lie around, as the case may be—to find out! She’d just swung her legs around and sat up when Jarrod spoke up.
“Only if Kate agrees.”
She froze at the sound of her name. What had he said? Of course she’d heard him, but what? Where was good old sensible Jarrod? What had happened to him?
“Kaitlyn?” Sean prompted.
His voice was so rich and husky that despite the absolute weirdness of what was going on a tug of longing made her sex clench. She felt both of their eyes hot against her skin and she was surprised to find that it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. She needed to get out of there. If she understood Jarrod correctly, she would be able to do just that. So why wasn’t she standing up? Why was she still sitting there between them as though she was anchored down?
She could practically smell the sex in the air—although she might have just been getting a whiff of her own desire. She could feel the frisson of electricity running between the three of them like an odd cord of sorts.
Just say no. The thought came to her, reminding her of the old anti-drug campaigns at school, making her smile.
“Kate?”
Oh, no. Jarrod must have misinterpreted the smile. She had better set him straight, and fast before something crazy ensued.
She could do it, right? She could just tell him thanks, but no thanks? He’d said it was up to her. Yet, when she turned to look him in the eye, she felt a rush of emotion for him. It took her by surprise, making her reach for something to hold onto. The first thing her hand found was her husband’s thigh. It was the weirdest thing in the world, clutching him while looking at another man.
Except that Jarrod was more than that. He wasn’t just ‘another’ man. He was her disciplinarian, her confidant, her friend. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling her pulse pick up. It was strange, but suddenly she had the weirdest feeling that he’d become even more than that without her even realizing it.
Why wasn’t she telling him no? Why wasn’t she getting off this couch and, at the very least, showing him the door?
“It’s OK if you don’t want to, Kate.”
Something in her stirred at his soft-spoken words. Had his eyes always been so beautiful? She’d noticed the flecks of gold in them before, but tonight they practically glowed, like pieces of amber.
She cleared her throat and turned to Sean. Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. Then, taking a deep, shaky breath she faced Jarrod once more. Words felt too weak for this moment, and besides, she wasn’t sure she was capable of them, anyway. So she spoke to him with her actions, putting her head in Sean’s lap and lying back down, spreading her legs open toward Jarrod.
“You’re sure?”
Why had she never realized how throaty and sexy his voice was before? Kaitlyn could only nod as she waited, her splayed thighs trembling both from the slightest bit of fear and a deal more eager anticipation. Jarrod didn’t seem in any particular rush, though. He seemed to still be taking all of this in. But Kaitlyn found that, for once, she could wait. This was a moment filled with heady, delicious tension and an excitement of newness and she was more than happy to drink it in slowly so that she could savor it later.
Sean tangled his hand in her hair, putting the other on her shoulder. She was grateful for his familiar touch, and reached up to grasp his hand with her own. It should have made the moment feel weird, but it didn’t. Somehow, it set her completely at ease. She was trembling, but not from fear or even humiliation. She was simply growing hotter and wetter by the moment, to the point where she wondered how much longer she could wait.
Jarrod began to move forward, with slow, calculated movements. Kaitlyn watched him, her eyes appraising his face. It was very familiar to her, so much so that she thought she’d memorized it long ago. But now, her pussy enflamed with lust, she was seeing things she’d never thought to look for before. Like how long his eyelashes were, or the dimple in his chin. Those details sprang forward to surprise her and when he met her eyes once more, she could see the tenderness in them and it simply took her breath away.
She gave him a tentative, shy smile, and he began moving toward her with purpose. Once he was sitting between her legs, he reached out a hand, but stopped with it in midair.
“You’re sure about this?” he repeated. Right then, she realized what she’d always known: that he was the kindest person she’d ever met. She was pretty sure she spotted a hard-on in his jeans, and he looked as eager as she felt. But even now, at the moment of truth, if she told him no she knew he would stop, no questions asked, and never mention it again.
That cinched it for her. “Yes, I’m sure.” Her voice quivered a bit when she spoke and she bit her bottom lip to stop it from shaking.
When Jarrod leaned forward, she realized that his hair had gr
own out. How had she never noticed before? As a lock of black hair fell over his eyes, she realized that he’d probably be cutting it soon. Now might be her only chance to run her fingers through it.
So she did just that. She lifted her hand and brushed the hair away, caressing it and marveling at how it felt just like silk.
Jarrod glanced up, surprise in his warm, expressive eyes and she gave him a bolder smile this time. He smiled right back and reached out and caressed her pussy.
From the very first touch, she was in an agony of pleasure. His fingers were feather-light and so gentle that it stole the breath from her lips.
Jarrod touched her with the fingers of a man who liked to take his time. She didn’t feel like he was trying to hurry her along to an orgasm, or even arouse her. It felt like he was exploring her with all the delicacy and care of a man touching something very rare and precious. He let his fingers explore, roving first over her lips, then the dark curls of her bikini wax, then her hot nub. When his finger brushed it, she couldn’t have stopped the moan that flew from her lips if she had wanted to.
Her eyes flew to Sean’s face, but he was smiling down at her. It occurred to her that she should feel guilty, moaning at another man’s touch, but somehow she didn’t feel that at all. She felt desired—she felt treasured and more safe and secure than she ever had in her entire life.
Jarrod stroked her pussy lips once more before slowly working his finger inside her wet depths. “You were right,” he spoke up. “She’s hot as a fire poker down here. She must have enjoyed her spanking after all.”
“Hmm.” Sean’s voice said that he knew all too well what the finding would be. “What do you suppose we should do about it?”
“I think we should let her off with a warning, this once.”
Kaitlyn didn’t miss the grin Jarrod gave her, or the gentle tug he gave her little nub.
“Did you hear that, honey? Jarrod is going to let you off with a warning. Isn’t that nice?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice had never sounded so husky or foreign to her own ears.
“How do you think you should thank him?” Sean prompted.
