The paddling continued for what felt like an eternity. By the time Mark finally stopped at twenty, Megan’s bottom was crimson and covered in overlapping paddle marks. She lay limp over the couch arm, crying softly.
“Corner time,” Mark said. “Hands on your head. Panties down and skirt up so Valerie can see what happens to disobedient wives.”
I watched Megan straighten up, her eyes fixed on the floor. She shuffled to the corner, her movements stiff and painful. She faced the wall, placed her hands on her head, and stood there with her punished bottom on display.
Then Chris’s voice cut through the silence. “Mark, may I borrow your paddle?”
“Of course,” Mark said, handing it over.
“No!” The word burst from my throat. “Please, Chris, please don’t… not with that… not with the paddle… sir… please?”
“You ran away from me,” Chris said, his voice hard. “You hid at your friend’s house instead of coming home like you were supposed to. You need to learn what happens when wives disobey, just like Megan did. And Megan got paddled because of you, too—you’ve earned an even harder lesson.”
“I’ll be good,” I sobbed. “I promise, I’ll go home right now, I’ll do whatever you want…”
“Stand up,” he commanded. “Bend over the arm of the couch where Megan just was.”
My legs barely held me as I stood. I moved to the couch on trembling legs, the place Megan had just vacated on the upholstery still warm. As I bent forward, I felt the obscene panties shift, felt how completely exposed my bottom was.
“I’m going to leave these panties on,” Chris said. “I want to see how they frame your ass while I punish you.”
“They’re adorable,” Mark commented. “I think Megan needs a pair. Just looking at Valerie’s ass in them makes me want to fuck my wife’s bottom tonight.”
“Mark!” Megan wailed from the corner. I raised my head to see that she had turned her face over her shoulder, her eyes bright with tears. “Sir… please… it hurts so much…”
“You know you come like a freight train when I have my cock in your ass, Meg. Don’t give me this false modesty. And you’ve been a very bad girl today, too. Now turn that nose back to the wall. You’ll hear Valerie getting it, but you’re not allowed to watch.”
Megan had a woeful pout on her face at her husband’s harsh words, but I thought, to my mingled distress and confusion, thatI could see need in her eyes, too—the same kind of wayward need that afflicted me so severely.
For a moment, her eyes met mine. Megan’s mouth twitched to the side and her forehead creased. My tummy did a flip, because I knew what my friend’s look said. She was getting aroused at the thought of being present for my punishment. Maybe her pussy had just clenched at the sight of my bottom in the awful backless panties—or the thought of my husband fucking my anus the way her husband did hers.
Then Megan turned back to the wall. I gripped the couch cushions, my whole body shaking. Behind me, I heard Chris testing the paddle, the whistle of it cutting through the air.
“Start with firm swats,” Mark’s voice came. “Not too fast. Let her feel each one.”
The first impact knocked the breath from my lungs. Pain exploded across my bottom, so much worse than the switch had been. I screamed.
“Count,” Chris said.
“O-one,” I gasped. “One, sir.”
“Make sure you’re covering both cheeks evenly,” Mark instructed. “And don’t forget the sit spots—that’s where it really teaches a lesson.”
Another swat landed, lower this time. “Two, sir!”
“Good,” Mark said. “You’re a natural at this.”
