Maires had walked naked across the room, when Stephanie came back from ther bathroom, and knelt with her hands on her head and her nose in the corner, her arse glowing like a stop sign. It was part of her Cunning Plan.

Stephanie had joined me in the bed, and we’d held each other. She’d asked me if Maires was in trouble. Before I’d had time to answer that she’d added, “Am I in trouble?” 

I looked at her to see if she was joking. She wasn’t, or not exactly. But she knew that the question and what it conceded about her attitude would make me happy. And excited.

I kissed her. “Not exactly in trouble, Stephanie. Would you say you’ve been a good girl?”

“Depends who you ask. My Mum wouldn’t think so. She’d be horrified: what I did last night! And let you do to me! And Maires … But you … I think you’re pretty pleased with me right now? Yes?”

I pulled her close, and kissed-bit her right nipple. She put her hand in my hair and breathed. My teeth grazing along her nipples was a good thing. We’d already established that. Then I smacked her bottom lightly, and again less lightly and looked up. “Then you knew you aren’t in trouble, and you were just teasing me? What happens to girls who try teasing, Stephanie?” 

“Oh no, Sir. I’m innocent!” So that was the first time I saw her ‘innocent’ face. Eyebrows arched in appeal, eyes sparkling, mouth drooping at the corners. It didn’t look at all innocent. “I was just asking to make sure I’ve been good. That’s what a respectful girl would do, isn’t it?” She slipped her hand down between us to touch and test my cock. She said, “Uh huh.” 

“Stephanie. No, you’re not in trouble, or not exactly. But you’re a minx. While I’m punishing Maires, I’ll take time out to give you a spanking. My special minx spanking. Twelve smacks. No, twenty. And twenty kisses.”

Stephanie smiled. That didn’t sound too bad. Perhaps not even slightly bad.

Her fingers closed on my cock, which expanded in her clasp. She traced a finger down the underside, making me gasp. “Twenty kisses? Not twenty fucks?”

“Well yeah, that too. But -” I paused. It was getting hard, I mean difficult, to think. “- that’s a longer-term project.”

“But I’ll help you! Um, why is Maires going to get punished?” 

I said, “Maires?”

Maires looked at Stephanie, not trying to look or sound repentant. “I missed a lecture last week. Because I was playing Bioshock.”

I nodded solemnly at Stephanie. She looked solemnly back. But I turned away to speak to Maires. “Did I warn you what happens if you miss another lecture?”

Maires nodded, her hands slipped down to clasp behind her back. “You said you’d punish me severely, Master.”

To Stephanie she said, “Master looks after me. Makes sure I get the things I have to do done. He’s very supportive. But if I fuck up too badly … Well, here I am.”

Stephanie turned to look at me, considering Maires’s words. My cock, still in her hand, was entirely hard now. I should have been more attentive to, and grateful for, the build-up Maires was giving me. She’d thought about winning Stephanie over, obviously more intelligently than I had. But a lot of my consciousness just then was in Stephanie’s hand.

Eventually I remembered that I was supposed to be pushing this along. “And what do you think you deserve, Maires?”

“I deserve whipping, Master.” 

Stephanie looked at me, shocked. “You – you have a whip?” 

“Yeah, I do. And yes, Maires does know what it feels like. But, Maires, are you going to get whipped now?”

“I don’t think so, Master. Stephanie, he’s strict, but he takes care, too. I think he doesn’t want to shock you. He’ll do something less dramatic. I hope he makes it hard, but I’m not allowed to ask for that.”

“Maires, that’s enough out of you.” I crawled to the edge of the bed, and put my feet on the floor, so my thighs were available for occupation, for spanking purposes. “Come here, love, you know what to do.”

Maires turned, still on her knees and crawled to me. She stood when she reached my lap, and lowered herself slowly.

I loved the soft-hardness of her belly and thighs on my thighs, and her weight, and the view of her ass and thighs.

Stephanie scampered to join me and looked over my shoulder, down at Maires’s perfectly beautiful and already very red bottom and thighs. Stephanie’s breasts pressed into my back. It was impossible not to be happy.

She reached around me, but Maire’s body had blocked off access to my cock. Probably a good thing. Stephanie said, “Well, missing lectures is very bad.”

That was a request, and a surprising one. She meant I could be harsh with Maires and she wouldn’t be shocked at me. Probably.

I reached back and slaped her cheek very lightly, then thrust my thumb into her mouth. She knew what I meant. She kept her teeth clear, and sucked.

I put my other hand on Maires’s arse. She kept still, and silent. We were about to put on a show.