CHAPTER 17
Valerie
They continued like that, Chris paddling me while Mark gave advice like they were discussing home improvement. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each swat building on the last until I was sobbing uncontrollably.
Somewhere around swat fifteen, I became aware of something else beneath the pain. The heat between my legs was growing stronger. My pussy throbbed with each impact, my body responding exactly the way Mark had described.
Each swat brought a cry, and then a sob, but I also felt my hips moving. I had begun to try to lift my bottom a little as if to meet the paddle. I realized that something deep inside me wanted to show Chris that I had accepted his decision to punish me.
“Twenty, sir,” I cried, as confusion filled me at the mortifying, but also strangely attractive idea. I thought my heart might break from the confusion of it all—the pain, the shame, the terrible arousal that I couldn’t deny.
“That’s enough,” Chris said. “Twenty for your first paddling, same as your friend. If you try anything like this again, though, you’ll be in much bigger trouble, Valerie. I’m going to make a paddle for our home just like this one.”
Relief and shame flooded through me in what seemed like equal parts.
“Corner time for you too. Go stand next to Megan,” Chris commanded. “Hands on your head. Face the wall.”
I scrambled up on shaking legs, my bottom blazing with fire. Each step toward the corner where Megan stood sent fresh waves of pain through my punished flesh. I positioned myself beside her, raised my hands to my head, and turned to face the wall.
Standing like this—naked except for those obscene panties, my bottom on fire and fully displayed—felt like the ultimate humiliation. I could hear Chris and Mark settling onto the couch behind us.
“Look at those red asses,” Mark said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. “Two well-disciplined wives. Val’s butt is so cute, too. You’re a lucky man.”
“The panties really do frame it nicely,” Chris agreed. “I can see exactly what you mean about the backless design. She’s going to get it there very soon.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning even hotter than my bottom. They were sitting there, looking at me, discussing my punished bottom and what would befall me in the bedroom like I was a painting in a gallery.
“I’m a lucky man myself,” Mark said. “Megan’s ass is just as sweet, and I’ve been training her long enough now that after a paddling she’s ready to thank me properly.”
“How often do you discipline her?” Chris asked, his tone genuinely curious.
“Depends on the week. Sometimes once, sometimes three or four times. She’s a good girl at heart, but she has a stubborn streak that needs regular correction.”
From beside me, I heard Megan make a small sound—something between a whimper and a moan. I risked a tiny glance sideways and saw that her face was scarlet, tears still streaming down her cheeks. But her eyes… there was something in her eyes that looked like the same terrible confusion I felt.
The arousal hadn’t gone away. Even standing here in shame, even with my bottom throbbing, I could feel the wetness between my legs. The lace of my panties was soaked.
“I noticed Valerie’s panties are quite wet,” Mark said, and I wanted to die. “That’s a very good sign. It means her body is accepting what her mind is still fighting.”
“Mrs. Chen mentioned that,” Chris replied. “She said Valerie’s biometric readings showed an extremely high submissive response. That the shame actually intensifies her arousal.”
“Megan’s the same way,” Mark said. “The more embarrassed she is, the wetter she gets. It’s why I make her do corner time like this—it keeps her in that state of arousal while also teaching her humility.”
I heard the couch creak as one of them shifted position.
“I’m a little hesitant to mention this,” Mark continued, “but there’s something else that’s really helped with Megan’s training.”
“What’s that?” Chris asked.
“New Modesty Blue. It’s a special channel that’s provided as basic cable to all approved households. Watching it together helped Megan understand that her responses were normal. That other New Modesty girls struggle with the same things.”
I heard the interest in Chris’s voice. “Really?”
“Let me show you,” Mark said. I heard him move to the television, heard the click of the remote.
“Both of you girls,” Mark commanded. “Come here and sit on the couch between us.”
My legs trembled as I lowered my hands from my head. Beside me, Megan moved too, both of us shuffling away from the wall with our burning bottoms still on full display.
