Philip had just announced that Jayavardini was about to be spanked. 

She nodded, almost impatiently. “Of course. And then we’re going to fuck, yes?”

“So it seems. I mean, utterly yes, I’m going to fuck you. And we’re not leaving Chetana out. Now, Chetana, I think you should lean back against the headboard now.” Chetana touched his cock, a fleeting, affectionate gesture like touching the nose of a bronze boar for luck, and obeyed. “Lovely. Comfortable girl, like a queen. But with your legs well apart, and your ass thrust forward a little… More. I said forward. Good girl.”

Chetana said to Jayavardhini, “Told you so.” She meant she’d said that Philip was bossy once he was sure that would be welcome. Jayavardhini wondered about Philip and his wife, what they’d been like together. She felt they’d been happy. She’d never even seen a picture of the woman. 

She leaned down and kissed the inside of Chetana’s right knee. Then wriggled to kiss the inside of her thigh. Chetana put her hand in her hair and stroked the back of her head. She kissed Chetana’s thigh, smooth, intimate skin, more passionately. And she was caught, as she expected, by Philip, stronger than so small a man should be, and pulled over his lap.

“The famous spanking position,” she said. And wiggled her ass at him. He rewarded her with a smack. At least six times harder than Chetana. About right. Jayavardhini felt an absurd sense of happiness as well as sex. “Didn’t hurt! You can’t spank for…” What was that thing the English said? “Toffee.”

Chetana laughed. “I don’t believe this. Give her one for me!”

Philip’s hand landed. The same intensity. He wasn’t going to go easy on her, or be provoked. The impact brought an explosion of heat in her buttocks, which she felt ripple down to her cunt as sex and need. She sighed.

Philip squeezed her ass. “Any comments?”

She decided she could take a lot of that. And being a brat suddenly appealed. It was a game she hadn’t played in a long time. Good things came to brats. “Hopeless. You’re sure you’ve spanked a girl before? That was feeble. Weakest I’ve ever had.”

Philip said, “My love.” He held Chetana, and she put her arm round his back, just under his shoulders, her other hand touching his face. Jayavardhini slid forward, between the two of them, and kissed Chetana and then Philip.

Philip kissed Chetana a kind of temporary farewell, and turned to Jayavardhini.   “We’re going to meet a lot, Jayavardhini. I mean often. Probably in this bed.”

Jayavardhini looked at him. Something sad in his tone as he said that dismayed her. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I think it is, Jayavardhini, so long as you do. I meant, of course it is. I’m just saying to you… I’ve been mourning my wife, and I suppose I’ve had an idea that going with other women would disrespect her memory.”

Jayavardhini said, “That’s stupid!” Chetana smiled at her and nodded. 

Philip looked down. “I thought I was going to be a widower, probably the rest of my life.” Jayavardhini stroked his arm. “Then I fell in love with Chetana, though I never really thought that would have any sexual consequences.”

Chetana laughed. “I’m a consequence?’ So Philip had to whisper in her ear and make her laugh, then smack her bottom. Ah, thought Jayavardhini, who had never seen Chetana be deferential before. No wonder she can’t give a proper spanking, any more than I could. Just now, Chetana is in the same mindset as me. It was all very unexpected.

Philip turned his attention back to Jayavardhini.

“And then being in love with Chetana did have consequences. We became lovers. And… I know, or at least Chetana says –” Chetana pushed him – “All right, I know because Chetana says so, that you want me.”

Jayavardhini shook her head. “Why are all the half-way acceptable men so stupid? I kissed you, in the passage. I wouldn’t have thought you needed Chetana to tell you I want you.”

“I’m very out of practice. Though I was probably never very good at reading signals. I’m just trying to say I’m going to be unsure of my ground sometimes. So, yes, I want to fuck you as well. But I’m bad at saying this kind of thing. Until Chetana started educating me, I wouldn’t have said anything. So, I know that I want you too. I want to fuck you.”

Chetana clapped. Jayavardhini felt something givein her lower belly, a little ball of desire gathered just a little above her cunt. The words, ‘I want to fuck you’, are words of power. She said, feeling it was inadequate, “Well, good.”

Then he put his hand on her ass, which, because she was pleased the mood had lightened, and the things that needed to be said were said, she waggled for him.

Then he squeezed her ass, hard. She knew he was going to treat her very differently from Chetana, with her unexpected diffidence. He might still be shy, at this stage, but she could not doubt his enthusiasm.

“Also, I’m going to give you that second spanking you need so badly. I mean, that you need for moral and character-building reasons.” He was smiling again.

Jayavardini and Chetana licked and rubbed and stroked and strained against each other and kissed and bit when they were in bed together. Occasionally Chetana fucked her with a strap-on, but Jayavardhini enjoyed that much more enthusiastically than Chetana did, so it didn’t happen often enough.

Chetana said, “Well, no… I haven’t actually spanked her.” As if she regretted the oversight.

Jayavardhini said, “So far!”

Philip said, “Well, it’s obviously long past time.”  

Chetana leaned forward and put her hand on Jayavardhini’s bottom, and stroked her, letting her fingers touch and tap lightly along the cleft of her buttocks. She shivered deliciously, waiting.  There was a pause.

Jayavardhini, lying across the bed, held down, her head resting on Philip’s thigh’s, imagined Chetana looking at Philip, and heard Philip make an affirmative noise.

It was unusual for Chetana to wait for approval.

Jayavardhini sighed comfortably when Chetana cupped her right buttock, squeezed it fondly, and then the hand lifted. Jayavardhini stopped herself from clenching.

Then Chetana’s hand landed, slapping her and rousing her skin. A few seconds later Chetana swatted her on the left cheek. Philip kissed her forehead, and she raised her head to look at him. He was still smiling, but less benevolently. She said, “This is your doing, you savage.”

Shetried to reach him to kiss him, but he still held her down, so Chetana could easily reach her bottom. But he leaned forward to make himself available and put his hand on the back of her head. She kissed him, open-mouthed. Chetana smacked her again, right, then left.

The impacts rang out in the wooden cabin, and Jayavardhini felt each as a sort of sensual explosion, like biting on a cardamom pod. She wished Chetana would make it harder.

Philip grunted, perhaps at something he’d thought, and his tongue touched her teeth, met hers, and they explored sensations and each other, shifting the kiss from time to time to try new angles.

Chetana smacked her again, her fingers lifted back so only her palm impacted on her bottom. There was something oddly hesitant about it. Jayavardhini would have expected Chetana to do anything full-heartedly. Still, it felt good, and she let Chetana urge her on, hand lightly smacking her ass while she kissed Philip, Chetana’s lover.

After a time Philip broke their kiss, released his pressure on the small of her back, and pulled her up level on the bed with the two of them.

Chetana pulled Philip and Jayavardhini to her and embraced them both. “My loves.”