Lying in bed, Sean’s mind wandered even further than usual as he considered what this day had wrought. It started with a fabulous spanking over the knee of his loving sister, Kylie, and she was about to paddle him as well when they were caught by his wife, Sherry. Turning the tables on him, Sherry announced that her frustration in dealing with his daydreaming and inattentiveness might now result in his being turned over her knee for punishment spankings. He readily accepted the new order, but she’d surprised him yet again with a vague suggestion that Kylie might somehow get involved. He’d had trouble sleeping the night before due to his conscience, but sleep eluded him again as he worried about what Sherry would do about Kylie.
Kylie barely slept at all, worried about what her husband would have to say about it all. That Sherry was mad when she caught Kylie about to paddle Sean’s bare and already red bottom was obvious, and she assumed Sherry would tell Brad. Like, he had the right to know. She had the same two worries that Sean had: would he want a divorce or cut her off from the brother she loved so much? Those were the only outcomes she could envision.
She had no idea what Sherry would do with Sean, but what actually happened was far from the scenarios she imagined. She expected Sherry to come to one of the same two conclusions she predicted for Brad. In her sleep-deprived, addled state of mind, she convinced herself that the only good conclusion would be if they were both divorced and free to pursue their pleasures at will, but that seemed unlikely.
“Sherry?” she questioned the caller ID when she got a call on her cell at work the following afternoon. Her warning antennae went up immediately.
“Hi, Kylie. How are you?” Sherry asked, intentionally putting her on the spot.
“If you’ll excuse my candor, I’m sure you have no idea how I’m feeling right now,” she fired back, knowing she was poking the bear but didn’t care.
“I understand.”
“Do you?”
“I understand more than you know. I’d like you to come over tonight to discuss this situation.”
Kylie knew her mind wasn’t as sharp as it should be and decided to be agreeable, hoping she might somehow avoid Brad being told.
“I guess I can do that. When?”
“Eight o’clock. And bring Sean’s paddle back,” she added, making it sound like she was just returning it.
Kylie immediately texted Sean to see if he could give her some idea as to what Sherry was planning. She checked her phone several times that afternoon, but it always said the text hadn’t been delivered, increasing her fears. She had no idea what it meant, if it meant anything, but Sean always responded quickly to her texts regardless of the content.
Between her lack of sleep, the situation, and Sherry’s call, she wasn’t good for much at work and struggled through the day with thoughts of the meeting always on her mind. She hoped Sherry’s tone indicated a conciliatory nature because, frankly, she couldn’t think of what else ‘discussing this situation’ would entail.
She arrived to find the front door ajar, and when she rang the doorbell, Sherry called, “Come on in!” She entered the house with her nerves on high alert, and suddenly, to be carrying Sean’s paddle seemed very strange.
“We’re in the den, Kylie!”
Turning the corner to enter the den through the double French doors, she stepped back in total shock. Sherry was sitting on the ottoman with Sean draped over her knee, fully dressed but with his bright red and very bruised bottom bare. Of all the sights she might have expected, this wasn’t even in the same universe.
“Oh, good! You brought the paddle,” Sherry said, holding her hand out.
She entered the room with extreme trepidation and handed the paddle to her, stepping back several steps again when Sherry took it. She patted Sean’s bottom several times with the leather side and flipped it over.
“Sean told me all about this paddle!” she said, delivering ten good swats, Sean recoiling and groaning on each. “That’s enough, Sean … for now. You can get up.” Sean clambered off her lap and stood back as he pulled his pants back up. “Walking in on Sean over my knee with a bare bottom, you can now probably imagine how I felt last night!” she said, not revealing that it was set up specifically to give her that experience. The only spanks Sean had received that evening were the ten he’d just gotten.
“Yes. I can. I’m sorry, Sherry!”
“You’re not here to apologize, Kylie,” Sherry replied.
“Then what am I here for?” she asked, a bit of irritation returning.
“You’re here to receive a punishment similar to that which Sean has already gotten,” she replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“What?” Kylie replied incredulously. On the one hand, she couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman’s suggestion, but on the other, she wondered if this was her way of getting even, perhaps with Brad remaining in the dark as the benefit.
“Kylie, I have no authority or right to punish you,” Sherry started with a friendly tone, now that Kylie had felt the appropriate amount of shock and confusion. “But I would suggest that you deserve a good spanking for your part in this subterfuge. You can bare your bottom and accept the punishment you deserve, or you can turn around and leave.”
“And if I leave, you’re going to tell Brad, right?” she replied, feeling trapped.
“No. Regardless of what you decide, I will not tell Brad,” Sherry replied with a gentle smile.
“Really?” Kylie asked, the new hope bringing tears to her eyes. She looked at Sean to see a smile that told her it was true.
“Really,” Sherry said, about to continue, but stopped when Kylie burst into tears. “Sean?” she said, suggesting he comfort her.
Sean jumped to take his loving sister in his arms, arms she fell into most gratefully. He looked at Sherry and smiled at his amazing wife, who’d predicted this outcome, though he was still unaware of what else she had planned.
“Thank you, Sherry!” Kylie said, still sniffling.
“You’re welcome. I should warn you, though. If you leave, you might miss out on the fun!” she replied. Seeing the expected confusion on Kylie’s face, she continued. “You see, Sean is going to find himself over my knee with a bare bottom quite often, I imagine. You know how frustrating his daydreaming and lack of attention can be, but now that there’s a consequence for such behavior, maybe he’ll be better … or maybe he won’t.”
Kylie was still unclear about the ‘fun’ she referred to, and it showed on her face.
“Either way, he’ll get all the spankings he wants!” she added, emphasizing ‘wants.’ “Perhaps you can help me with that? What do you think, Sean? Hm? How’d you like to have two women smacking your cute little butt?”
Sean’s eyebrows went up, and a smile spread across his face. Kylie smiled as well, though with some caution as she waited for Sherry to clarify her proposal.
“I’ve never seen you do anything wrong, Kylie, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a nice, red bottom from time to time, does it? With Sean helping me, I’m sure we’ll be able to take care of any naughty behavior you may engage in. And, of course, we’ll all share the rewards of corrected behavior brought about by a good spanking.”
So full of surprises, Sean looked at Sherry in wonder. He was pretty sure she was suggesting a threesome after he or his sister had been spanked, but he looked to Kylie to see how she read it.
“So, Kylie. What’s it gonna be? Take your punishment or go home to Brad,” she said, knowing that the mention of Brad would imply something decidedly less exciting than what she was proposing.
“I’m so sorry, Sherry!” she said contritely, “for lying to you the way we did and for my part in the scheme. I’ll take my punishment. Please take me over your knee and spank my hiney!”
“Good girl! Pull your panties down and get over my knee,” Sherry instructed as she pulled her own short skirt up to bare her shapely thighs.
Wanting to communicate that she understood the rewards Sherry referred to, Kylie took her skirt and panties off and then did the same with her blouse and bra. It had been a long time since her experiences with a girl in college, but she remembered them fondly and looked forward to doing the same with Sherry.
“You’re so beautiful, Kylie! Isn’t she Sherry?” Sean gushed, still disbelieving that he was going to be part of a menage a trois, but he always enjoyed seeing his sister strip.
“Yes, she is, Sean! Very beautiful,” Sherry replied, putting one hand on Kylie’s bottom and the other across her chest as she guided her onto her lap. As Kylie settled, Sherry, acknowledging the other’s gesture, took her own blouse and bra off and bent forward, letting her breasts settle on Kylie’s bare back with her arms spread, one stroking Kylie’s hair and the other her thigh.
“Spank me, Sherry! Spank me!”
With that, Sherry began, and unlike Sean’s punishment, she started with warming up spanks but quickly built the intensity as Kylie lifted her hips, begging for more. While Sherry had licked her share of pussies in college, she’d never had a girl over her knee and hadn’t appreciated the difference between the sexes insofar as their bottoms were concerned. Soft, tender, smooth, round, and quivering were all adjectives that fit Kylie’s excellent example of the female cheek. It seemed a shame to hurt them so, and she promised herself that she would enjoy them in their natural state someday. Meanwhile, she spanked Kylie’s jiggling globes hard enough to have the girl gasping but moaning when she’d gently squeeze and caress them during many short respites.
Likewise, Kylie’s one-girl experience didn’t include much beyond groping, fingering, and licking, so Sherry’s delicate touch, when she wasn’t spanking, was a new feeling for her as well. Sean had always been gentle and loving when he’d soothe her burning cheeks, but Sherry’s fingers aroused more than soothed, making the contrast between stinging spanks and teasing touches all the sweeter, enflaming the desire she felt between her legs.
Sean watched with the fascination of a typical male at two women giving each other pleasure, although the usual acts with tongues and fingers in wet pussies were replaced with a punishing hand and the grateful woman receiving it. He wondered, or hoped really, that he’d get to witness them bringing each other to climax when he saw Sherry’s hand disappear between Kylie’s legs.
“Oh God, Sherry!” Kylie cried as her punisher’s fingers slithered through her slit. “Keep spanking! Please? Make me cum while you spank me!”
“Yeah? Is this what you want, you naughty girl!” Sherry asked as her left hand resumed the spanking while her right punished poor Kylie’s pussy as well with rough jabs, stabbing fingers, and even a few spanks on her tender lips.
Sean was aghast, having always been so delicate and sensual with his touches.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” Kylie cried, followed by a continuous stream of gasps and moans with her hips raised high, inviting both of Sherry’s hands to do their worst, or their best, as it were.
Seconds later, her whole body shook as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over her. Sherry prolonged her pleasure with the kind of touch Sean used just to arouse her.
“Good girl!” Sherry cooed as she stroked Kylie’s back.
“Holy shit, Sherry!” Kylie said as she slid off Sherry’s lap, kneeling before her. “I hope you’ll let me show my gratitude?”
“Of course!” she replied and reached up her skirt to tug her panties down to her knees, letting Kylie take them off as she moved forward to the edge of the ottoman.
And the hits just kept coming as Sean watched in wonder. This was nothing like the videos he’d seen, though what Kylie did as she buried her face in his wife’s crotch appeared similar; having a front-row seat for their extraordinary display of Sapphic love made all the difference. He wished he could get a closer look, even get involved himself, but would wait for their invitation.
What Kylie lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm and given Sherry’s long ago last experience, it seemed every bit as exciting. Lifting her hips off the cushion, she pushed her pussy into her lover’s face.
“Sean! Come here!” Sherry called, offering her hand and guiding him behind her with his arms over her shoulders. She held both his hands as though needing support but soon placed them on her jiggling breasts. “Come on, Sean! You know what to do!”
Seeing her level of agitation, he assumed she’d want his efforts to be as animated as theirs. He slid his hands underneath, hefting their weight briefly before manhandling the pliant flesh. Pushing them up and together and pinching her nipples seemed to do the trick, as less than a minute later, she painted Kylie’s face with her pearly nectar.
“Mmm, such a tasty pussy! I can see why Sean says he likes to lick it!”
“Does he now?” Sherry replied. “He’s quite good at it, isn’t he!” Kylie’s smile showed agreement without admitting anything. “But poor Sean has been watching all this, getting no attention at all! And I can feel his ‘wonder cock’ poking my back! Sean, be a good host and offer Kylie something else to eat!”
“Come here, Sean!” Kylie said, licking her lips.
Sean bent down to kiss the wife he now loved more than ever, and went to stand before Kylie. He’d only closed the top button on his pants when he’d pulled them up earlier, so Kylie had them and his underwear down in a flash. Feeling overdressed, he took his shirt off to be as naked as the two women in his life.
Using two hands to hold his length, Kylie teased the tip with kisses and licks, Sean moaning as she flicked the sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue. She took one hand away to take him in her mouth, bathing his shaft in her saliva as she swallowed as much of him as would fit.
Sherry, recognizing his groans and moans as a quickly approaching climax, leaned forward and spanked his bruised cheeks nice and hard. She couldn’t wait till he’d healed and she’d be able to have him over her knee again, but for now, she’d satisfy her desire with a few hard smacks to his sit spots.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Kylie!” he warned, still not used to her swallowing, and with three hard smacks, he did with trembling thighs and weak knees.
“Are my naughty kids …” Sherry started, having decided on that moniker, “ready for some more fun?” Standing up, she opened the side zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her as naked as her ‘kids.’
She held her hands out, and they gratefully took them, neither believing how something that looked like a total disaster had turned into the most exciting situation they never would have imagined. Sherry took them in tow behind her to their bedroom, each with their own take on this unexpected outcome.
Sherry had now revived two practices from her college years that, although she hadn’t felt them lacking in her love life, now seemed completely fulfilling. And it wouldn’t be all threesomes and spanking. She could see them pairing up for all sorts of, until now, unimagined fun.
Sean looked forward to having his bottom spanked on a regular basis, without having to hide it from those he loved and not having to choose between the sister who started this with her confession of similar interests and his wife who, especially now, seemed to know what he wanted and needed, always prepared to give it to him.
Kylie was the only one with mixed feelings. This thrilling threesome would undoubtedly provide the most fantastic opportunities to love and be loved. What had seemed like the end of her love life just an hour ago was now a promising beginning to an even more exhilarating relationship with two incredible lovers. The downside? Before, she was worried about Brad leaving her, but now she was afraid of how staying with him would compare.
Those thoughts were quickly banished with Sherry’s next idea as they entered the bedroom. Sitting on the floor against the end of their bed, she motioned Kylie over to her.
“It seems I need something to eat now!” she said, eyeing Kylie’s pretty, little bare pussy, quickly presented to her waiting mouth. “Mmm, she is tasty, Sean!” she said as Kylie moaned her appreciation. “But I don’t think she’s been punished enough! Why don’t you give her another spanking while I satisfy my hunger!”
Kylie looked at the approaching Sean with all the love she’d shown him before and bent over, ready for the spanking she’d feared she might never get again from her brother.
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Who could have predicted such a promising future resulting from Sherry catching Kylie spanking her husband? As Sherry’s naughty kids, Kylie and Sean have plenty of spanking as well as thrilling threesomes to look forward to! Want to hear more? I appreciate all the ‘Likes,’ ‘Favorites,’ and comments I can get and … THANKS FOR READING!
