Old-Fashioned Values (24 page)

Mark reached out and took her hand. “I’d really like to get to know your dad, too.”

Sally smiled, blinking back little tears.

“Alright,” John said. “What’s the request, girls?”

Rachel looked at Sally, who nodded. Rachel turned back to John and said, “We’d like to be punished together, please.”

“Here in the living room?” John asked, looking from Rachel to Sally and back.

“Yes, Dr. Gammon,” Sally said.

“Mark, is that alright with you?” John asked.

“Sounds fine to me,” Mark replied, thinking that it sounded incredibly hot, in addition to being fine. He wondered why the girls wanted to be disciplined that way.

John clearly had the same question. “Girls, can you tell us why?”

Sally and Rachel both blushed and looked at each other. Sally said, “Well, we got so close over the last six months. We shared everything.”

Rachel nodded. “We’re like sisters now, and this… it’s kind of like this is our new family, now that our real families know how…” Tears came into her eyes. “I don’t know—how weird we are, I guess.”

Sally reached out her hand across the table, and squeezed Rachel’s. A mischievous smile came onto her lips, as if she knew how to lighten the mood. “Plus,” she said, turning her head to look at John and then at Mark, “we have a feeling you guys will think it’s really hot.”

Rachel laughed through her tears at the slightly shocked expression even on John’s face. “Well,” he said, “you’re not wrong about that, girls. Why don’t Mark and I clean up, and you two can take off your clothes in the living room and stand against the wall with your hands behind your heads.”

Sally’s eyes boggled. “What? We, um, didn’t mean, you know, like… that…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” John said. “But that’s what you’ve got. Am I right, Mark?”

“Oh, yes,” Mark said. “Definitely. Please do as John asked, Sal.”

“Hold on a sec,” John said, clearly remembering something. “Before you strip, girls, please bring us your notebooks.”

* * *

They put couch cushions on the coffee table and made the girls lay themselves over it side by side. The sight of those two bare, beautiful bottoms, lifted up and offered for just and proper chastisement seemed to make Mark’s cock harder than it had ever been before. He felt a momentary pang of guilt to be enjoying the sight of Rachel’s nakedness when she wasn’t his own taken-in-hand girl, but there also seemed something truly wonderful in the idea that the four of them were now a sort of family, and from this point on they would practice family discipline of a sort.

Both men had their belts in their right hands, doubled and coiled to make foot-long punishment straps. In their left hands, they held their girls’ notebooks. As they read the notebooks, they commented on what they were reading, and gave lashes with their belts according to what they found in the notebooks.

“Sally,” Mark said, “am I reading this correctly? Did you play with yourself three times, the week of July 4th?”

“Yes, sir,” Sally said miserably to the floor.

“Well, I’m going to give you three lashes for each time, if that’s perfectly alright with you.”

“Oh, sir.”

Mark swung the belt down nine times then, as Sally yelped and her bottom squirmed and clenched at the feeling. Mark could barely contain the twin impulses to rub himself through his jeans and to get Sally up and take her upstairs for immediate fucking.

It was John’s turn. “Rachel, it seems to me that that same week you seem to have had a series of rather elaborate fantasies about me kidnapping you. Is that right?”

“Yes, sir,” Rachel replied, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Did those fantasies have anything to do with Sally’s dereliction that week, by any chance?”

“They may have, sir?”

“Sally!” Mark said. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Well, Rachel sent me these stories…”

John started to laugh. “Rachel,” he said, “for corrupting your friend, you will get double what she got.” Then, as Rachel cried out very loud, John’s belt cracked down harder and faster than Mark’s had.

By the time the girls were allowed to stand up and go back to the wall for corner time, their bottoms were well streaked with red, and Mark could tell, yet again, that John had been completely right. The smiles on Sally’s and Rachel’s faces, alternating with their little winces as they felt the aftereffects of their maintenance punishment, made that absolutely clear. Above all, what the four of them needed most was discipline: Mark and John needed to give it, and Sally and Rachel needed to have it given to them.

“Go upstairs, girls,” John said after a few minutes. “We’ll be up to have our way with you in a few minutes.”

The girls turned to look at their men, trying in vain to conceal their grins. Then Sally said, “Race you!” and they obeyed the command, running up the stairs, jiggling deliciously, like two little girls who had been promised a special toy and were racing to see who would play with it first.

Mark and John regarded one another. “Seems hard to believe it’s been six months, doesn’t it?” John said.

Mark shook his head, then nodded. He laughed. “Thank you, John,” he said.

“That’s what happens when you get as old as me, I guess. Not to be underestimated, the long view, you know.” He smiled. “And when you combine the long view with an understanding of what people need for happiness—certain people at least—you get a fairly good way to approach life’s little tribulations.”

“Little?” Mark felt his eyebrows shoot up as a wry smile came onto his own face, to match John’s.

“Well, I suppose this one was bigger than most. Go on upstairs now, before that girl of yours earns herself another spanking waiting for you.”

Sally had pulled back the covers on the bed and lain down facing the door. When Mark opened it he found her covering herself with her hands, just looking at him. He closed the door behind him and just looked at her. “Hi, sir,” she said.

“Play with yourself,” Mark commanded.

“Oh, sir. You’ll spank me.” Mark watched a blush spread delightfully over her face.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

“It’s so embarrassing!”

“I know,” Mark said simply. “Now do as you’re told. Lie on your back with your legs apart, and show me how you like to play with yourself.”

“Well,” Sally whispered, “actually I always lie on my front.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Mark said. “Do that, then.”

“It’s because I like to imagine that you’re behind me,” she said as she got onto her tummy and spread her knees.

“Oh my God,” Mark said. “You shaved.” He hadn’t noticed before because during the punishment session she had kept herself covered.

“Do you like it?” Sally said shyly.

“Yes, sweetheart. I love it. I love to see you bare that way.” He couldn’t resist anymore; he stripped off his own clothes as quickly as he could, so that he could stroke his cock while he watched the little show he had commanded her to give him.

“Oh, good,” she said, and then she gave a long, drawn-out sigh as she began to comply with her lord’s order, putting her right hand underneath and running her fingers up and down her pussy, pressing at the top, rubbing hard. She moaned, and her left hand reached back around to rub her punished bottom cheeks, and then, very naughtily, to touch her anus.

“Oh, sir,” Sally moaned. “I need you here so much. You’ll have me here tonight, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Mark breathed, pumping his cock faster. “Make yourself come now, young lady, so I can get inside you where I belong.”

“I’m coming, sir… oh, God… I…” Her hips bucked against her hands, so lewdly that Mark had to take his hand off his cock to avoid coming himself. She cried out in a passion that somehow had submission in it, as if she were submitting to herself—the agent Mark had appointed to dominate her by forcing her to this orgasm.

He got on the bed and was inside her soaking pussy in an instant. “Oh, Sally,” he said. “Oh my God, your pussy feels so good.”

Then Mark’s dominance took over, and he rode his girl hard, as if he wanted to make up for all the bestial roughness she had not had from him in six months. He reached out his hand and twined it in her hair and pulled her head back. The sensation of his cock in Sally’s pussy overwhelmed him then, after so long, and he came, loving the way Sally cooed when she felt him pulsing inside her, even after he had fucked her almost savagely.

Breathing hard, he pulled out and lay down next to her. He pulled her over onto her side, with her back to him, so that he could feel the softness of her bottom cheeks against his thighs, and stroke her pussy to make her whimper the way he loved.

“What about my bottom?” she whispered.

Mark laughed. “Soon,” he said. “I promise.”

She snuggled back against him. “Soon works for me,” she said. “We have the whole future now, don’t we?”

The End

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