Bailey quickly picked up the dirty glass, washed it, then set it on the top rack. “So, you’re not going to tell my daddy?” She returned her attention to Brody as Kara looked on.
“No, you’re going to tell him yourself using your own words.” Brody reached forward to rest his hand on Bailey’s shoulder. “There’s something I want to share with you. You’re the first person in a long time to make my Kara giggle like that. So I hope you two can work through this. I know you were just being funny, but sometimes you can hurt someone’s feelings that way.”
“I know. I won’t do it again.” Bailey nodded several times. “I’m very sorry.”
“I believe you.” Brody smiled, then moved away to Kara. “Go walk your friend home.”
“I think Bailey was just being silly and I really want her to come back.” Kara threw her arms around Brody, hugging him tight. “So can’t you let this one go?”
“Sweetheart, there is a lesson in all of this. I will call her daddy, whose number is right in my phone, later on today. If I find out you two tried to keep a secret, then you will be punished. Is that clear?” Brody tapped the top of her nose. “Kara?”
“Yes, daddy, it’s clear,” she mumbled, feeling like it wasn’t entirely fair. It was just a stupid prank and now Bailey would probably get spanked!
Kara found their jackets and handed Bailey hers.
“I’ve got a project to work on so if you want to stay a little while at Bailey’s, you can.” Brody waved to the two. “I hope to see you again soon, Bailey.”
“Thank you for letting me stay.” Bailey accepted the jacket and put it on.
“Bye!” Kara shrugged her hoodie on, then led them out the side door.
As they made their way to the road, she noticed Bailey was dawdling. She linked her arm through Bailey’s and poked at her. “Is your daddy going to be mad?”
“I guess we’re about to find out.” Bailey yanked her arm away. Of course she was mad, especially since it had all been Kara’s idea.
“Look, that was a really shitty thing to do…”
“And what you did wasn’t?” Bailey spat the words out, surprising Kara with the tone. “Listen, all role playing aside, it was a really childish thing to do.”
“But you put my underwear in the freezer! Isn’t that childish too?”
They stopped and stared at each other for almost a full minute before dissolving into laughter. Bailey nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it was. And as far as the tobacco stains, I hope they come out.”
“So do I. Or you can buy me a new set.” Kara stopped laughing as she looked up to see the kitchen light on. She glanced over at Bailey, who sucked in a breath as Ian moved past the window.
“Maybe,” Bailey sighed. “But then you owe me a cheesecake. A real one. That is my most favorite dessert. You so owe me for last night.”
“Deal,” Kara replied as they walked across the small street and onto the front lawn. She followed Bailey up to the house, though she really wasn’t sure what to do. Was she really going to listen to her friend tell on herself?
Bailey unlocked the door and stepped inside. She suddenly sucked in a breath and turned back to Kara. “You know what? You should just go home.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t. Brody said I have to make sure you tell your daddy or we’re both in even more trouble.” Kara shuffled her feet, now more uncomfortable than before.
“Trouble that you started! If you didn’t give me those stupid cigarettes to smoke—”
“What’s going on?” Ian, fresh out of the shower and in nothing but gray sweats, appeared at the top of the stairs. “Why are you back so soon? Did something happen?” He proceeded to come down the stairs, then pulled Bailey in for a hug.
“Yeah, something did.” Kara leaned against the door. She didn’t want to tattle, but the tension grew as he studied her.
“All right. Come tell me about it.” Ian motioned for them to follow him into the kitchen.
This couldn’t be good. She just wanted Bailey to tell him what happened so she could be on her way. Of course, Bailey had taken all the blame for something that she had thought up. Why had it been such a big deal anyway? They were both adults!
“We smoked cigarettes,” Bailey blurted.
Ian’s eyebrows shot up, and he blinked at her. The corner of his lip twitched, as if something amused him, but he kept quiet.
“And then I put Kara’s bra and panties in the freezer.”
He cleared his throat, turning away from Kara to set his coffee cup in the sink.
“So, Bailey, do you think that was a nice thing to do to Kara? She invited you over to her house. Fed you dinner, then breakfast.” He gave her a sidelong glance from the sink.
Oh! Kara knew that look. He was not happy with her antics. Should she mention that most of it was her fault? Ugh! Should I say something?
“Well, no… but she lied. She said it was my idea, but it was hers. They were her cigarettes.”
Kara opened her mouth to reply, but Ian hit her with a look as well. She immediately shut it and shrugged at Bailey.
“Right. But are you supposed to smoke cigarettes? Is that something you think is a good idea?” He turned around, folded his arms, and leaned against the sink.
“Well… no. But that’s not the point.” Bailey bit her lip as she stared at her daddy. The man had a point. Kara hadn’t twisted her arm to smoke!
“I think it is the point. It’s my point. You did something you know you’re not supposed to do. You did something wrong. And you know what that means.” Ian titled his head to the side. “Don’t you?”
“But that’s not fair. She…” Bailey sputtered and pointed in her direction. “She went and got them.”
“I did! Bailey is telling the truth!” Kara took a step towards Ian, as if to explain, but he narrowed his eyes and they darkened when they met hers.
“Do I have to put you in the corner so I can properly adjust Bailey’s attitude without your mouth running?” Ian spoke with authority and it made a ripple run up her spine.
Kara shook her head several times.
“Go back to where you were standing. Now. And no more talking.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Kara retreated to the edge of the kitchen and shut her mouth. Damn, his tone had taken on a serious threat. Just like a real daddy would be acting after such a stunt, she imagined.
“Bailey, you inhaled that cigarette. No one made you do that. You did it all on your own.” Ian returned his attention to the trembling woman standing a few feet from him.
“Fine. When Kara’s gone…”
A small, slightly evil-looking smile appeared on Ian’s mouth. “Come here.” He pulled out a kitchen chair, brought it to the center of the room, and sat down.
What he did next made Kara shudder. It was a very simple gesture, but it held a ton of meaning. He patted his knee.
Bailey threw a worried glance in her direction, then quickly focused back on Ian. “But… now?”
“Now.”
“Wait!” Kara yelled from her tiny space across the floor. “I really should go home! I shouldn’t—”
“If you distract me again from the matter at hand, you’ll be next.”
Kara’s stomach dropped to her feet at his warning. Holy hell. Her palms were sweaty now as she took in the overall picture. Was he serious? She didn’t want to push him to find out. No, she was in enough trouble already. Kara mocked a zipper across her lips, locked it, and pretended to throw a key over her shoulder.
“Good. I’m glad you believe me.” Ian held out his hand to Bailey, who had knelt down at his feet, and he settled her across his lap.
Kara prayed he left her pants on! She knew her friend didn’t need all of her bits on display!
The first smack landed hard across Bailey’s behind and surprised both women. Kara jumped, very much in awe that he’d decided to do this in front of her, while Bailey twitched from the impact. Ian laid several more slaps across each of her cheeks while he
r legs kicked. She clearly was not enjoying this. As several agonizing minutes went by, his hand smacked across every inch of her bottom.
Kara stood in rapt attention as Ian rubbed each cheek in turn, then tugged Bailey to her feet. He stood up and returned the chair to the table.
She couldn’t believe she had just watched him so thoroughly spank Bailey. She tried to imagine what it would feel like for someone to watch her get punished. What if Brody had spanked her like that in front of Bailey? She opened and closed her mouth a few times, as if wanting to offer another apology or something, but nothing came out.
Bailey crossed her arms over her chest and refused to meet Kara’s eyes. “I really want you to go home now.”
Kara nodded but her feet stayed planted to the floor. Finally, as if seeing her problem, Ian approached and took her arm. He firmly but gently guided her to the front door. “Bailey is grounded for the next two weeks and I’ll be sure to tell your daddy that.” He twisted open the knob and she stepped out onto the small landing.
“I didn’t mean for Bailey to get into trouble. I really didn’t.” Kara bit her lip hard. She had so many emotions rushing through her, but none of them were from a childlike mindset.
“Then make sure you don’t do it again. Get home safe, Kara. Thank you for inviting Bailey over.” With that, Ian closed the door and she heard it lock behind her.
Damn! She needed to get home to Brody right away. Kara skipped down the steps as fast as her feet would go and rushed home. She wished she had taken the car instead of lollygagging along with Bailey, but it didn’t matter since she had only a few blocks to go.
Kara walked back in a tizzy. She had been upset to know that Bailey was about to be punished, but then to witness it! She didn’t like to see her friend in trouble, but she had become so aroused at how Ian had handled the situation. He took control, much like Brody did, but there was an added element that had her head spinning. She had wanted to slide her hand down the front of her pants and pleasure herself as the punishment had continued.
I’m awful to feel this way!
She finally reached her own front door and went inside. Brody had told her on more than one occasion that if she wanted or needed sexy adult time, all she had to do was ask. But she was not in an asking sort of mood. She needed him right now!
Kara pulled her sweatshirt off, followed by her leggings and boots and the rest of her outfit until she was left with just her sparkly black and pink bra and panties. She moved through the house, room to room, searching for Brody.
She finally heard him coming out of the bedroom and she practically threw herself at him. She sank to her knees and all but assaulted his zipper.
“Kara—”
“Sexy time,” she managed to mumble before taking his cock in her hand and licking around the head. “Bailey did what you said. No more teen.” Kara took him into her mouth and he grew hard as she sucked.
Brody tangled his hand in her hair. “Okay…” he trailed off as she increased her speed and bobbed up and down. “Oh, baby…”
She continued to work her mouth on him, then sneakily began to pump along his shaft with her hand. He groaned as she hummed, and she felt the corners of her mouth turn up. She loved giving him head more than anything else, and his pleasure made her so happy.
“Oh, God… you feel so good. Let me make you feel good too.” Brody tugged on her hair until she looked up. “Come on.”
Kara let his cock escape her lips but pouted her displeasure at the sudden ending. It was short-lived though as he pulled her to her feet and nearly carried her to the bedroom, the promise of amazing sex on the horizon. But a thought hit her as they got closer to the room, and she felt the need to tell him what happened.
“I watched Bailey get punished. It shouldn’t have… I mean… I have to confess…”
Brody waggled his eyebrows at her. “Watching your friend get disciplined got you all horny?” They went inside and he sat them on the edge of the bed. “Really?”
She felt a wave of heat come over her and shut her eyes. She was mortified at her reaction—but even more at his surprise. Kara felt him tug her panties down. She arched her hips up as he slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh my…” Brody moved them out and in again. “You’re dripping, baby.”
“I mean, I didn’t like… like it…” Kara moaned as he found her g-spot and tickled it. “I’m an awful friend!”
“No, you’re not.” Brody kissed her hard and she opened her eyes to see his expression. “I think you wanted to be in that position. I think you wondered what it would be like for someone to watch you get spanked. To know that your intimate parts were all on display like that.”
She nodded, truly embarrassed now. “Well, he left her pants on.”
“Hmm? Well, I can’t say for sure that I would do the same.”
“Ah, oh…” Kara arched up as his fingers strummed against her. “Right. So, yes… I pretended in my head that I was getting punished too.”
Brody withdrew his fingers and flipped her onto her back. She jumped as his hand took both of her ankles and raised her legs up. He landed two sharp smacks to each side of her ass. Then another set, then another, and she bucked as the intensity ramped up.
“Ouch! Ouch!” This position hurt the worst since her sit-spots and thighs were so accessible.
“You pretended Ian was punishing you while she watched?” Brody rubbed along each thigh then smacked his hand on each cheek.
“Ouch! Let me think!” Kara didn’t know how to answer that. She had pretended she was in Bailey’s position, but it had nothing to do with Ian. She’d just admired the way he’d handled everything.
He was so calm about it! When he admonished Bailey and disciplined her she could see how much love bloomed between them. He was certainly easy on the eyes too, but it wasn’t like she was crushing on him. She just couldn’t help what she felt.
“Hmmm?” Two more sets, more intense and faster than the previous ones, met each side of her bottom. “You were trying to let your friend get off the hook before and it made you feel a little guilty, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” she managed to reply through the steady stream of blows on each cheek. The spanking had started out in a playful way, but now it held the hint of a punishment. “Ow! Sort of.”
Punishment for the pang of guilt that had shot through her when Brody had made his decree about making sure Bailey told her daddy exactly what happened. Yes, it had been a silly prank, but they both had rules last night, and neither woman had listened. “I should be punished too.”
His hand stopped immediately and moved up to her shoulders. “Why? What do you think you did wrong?”
“She froze my bra! It’s not like she punched me in the face or something. Why would you make her tell her daddy about something so stupid? I didn’t do anything wrong other than do what you told me to!” Kara bit her lip hard after the words flew from her mouth.
There were so many emotions jumbled up inside that she couldn’t properly express them. But when she heard the sharp intake of breath over her shoulder, she immediately knew there would be consequences for her outburst. It wasn’t that she had to agree with Brody, but she had just challenged him in regards to how he had handled things this morning.
Shit.
Her line of vision changed quickly as Brody spun her around and sat her on his knee. He took her chin in his hand and tilted it upwards.
“Before we go any further here, we need to clear the blurred lines. You begged for sexy adult time, but your attitude screams for an adjustment. I’m happy to push the reset button, but I need to know where you’re at in your head.”
“I’m not feeling very adult anymore,” Kara confessed. She didn’t want to interrupt their sexy romp for his correction, but she knew they needed to move past the recent events. “And I have something to tell you.”
“Okay. Go find your clothes, put them back on, and go wait for me in your room.” He didn’t look happy to stop t
heir fun, and she didn’t blame him, but Kara knew honesty trumped all.
“I’m going.” Kara leaned over to kiss his cheek, then slid off his lap. She padded out of the room, stopping only to pick up a tank top before going out into the hall.
* * *
Brody shook his head. The events from last night and this morning pressed heavily on his mind and he wondered if letting the other woman come over had been a good thing. He shook his head again and tried to sort it out.
Of course, he didn’t really know what sleepovers were like. His younger sister had always been too busy watching over the three youngest siblings and she’d never had friends over.
It had been one part of Kara’s story that always tore at his heart strings. She, like his sister, had constantly had to supervise the younger ones and never really got to experience the joy of growing up. All of her time was spent being a mom to her siblings. It wasn’t fair to have that sort of experience held back.
After a few minutes, he went into the room Kara retreated to whenever life got too overwhelming. It was a beautiful space for her to be herself.
Right now, he needed to find out what was going on. He walked in to find her perched on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t look like she was in the mood for a punishment at all.
Brody ran his hand down over his face. “Kara—”
“I lied to you last night. So, what are you going to do about it?”
Brody swallowed hard. He honestly couldn’t believe the words she’d just spoken. What the hell had she lied about?
He brushed off her tone, stepped to the bed, sat, and yanked her over his knees. He smacked her bottom several times on top of her flimsy yoga pants, then tugged them off. He repeated the movement, this time targeting her sit-spots, then pushed her panties down towards her knees. The spanks were harder than usual, and she screeched like a banshee, but to her credit she didn’t kick.
Brody moved his hand back to her cheeks, bringing each stinging blow down with gusto.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, daddy!” Kara began wailing now as the intensity grew, and she finally beat her fists into the pillow in front of her. She grabbed it tightly, and her knuckles were white as she clenched them around it. “Please!”
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