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When she stopped in front of him, she slowly held out the implement.

"Thank you. Brianna, I need your help."

Markus looked up into his wife's eyes. He could tell she thought she was going to be paddled, too. "Come over to the left side of my chair and kneel. You're going to hold Rachel's hands still as she gets her bottom roasted," he said. He almost grinned when he saw the disappointment on his little masochist's face. In that moment, he knew he'd be borrowing Derek's hairbrush in the privacy of their own room later that evening. He would enjoy having Brianna wiggling over his lap before sinking his cock deep inside her.

Rachel gracefully draped herself across his lap, her toes unable to touch the floor, her body angled so she hung across the puffy armrest of the plush chair, her hands reaching out to grasp Brianna's. Markus knew she had to be able to feel his erection poking her tummy, but it couldn't be helped. The whole scene was sexually charged.

Before starting, he looked across at Aiden and Josh. Both men wore stern, unreadable looks on their face. He decided the polite thing to do might be to give them an out.

"Knowing how you boys feel about this kind of thing, you might want to go in the other room for a while."

Aiden forced his eyes over to meet his sister's before turning back to the spectacle about to unfold. It seemed he had to choke out his answer. "We're good."

Satisfied they knew what they were getting into, Markus began. He normally warmed up Brianna's ass before lighting into her with a heavy implement, wanting to keep down any bruising. He felt it would go too far to use his bare hand on Rachel, so he started the punishment with a dozen slow, almost sensual strokes, spread evenly across her rounded bottom. He tried not to notice how nicely her skin pinked up.

He took a break after the warm-up to look up at his wife. She was watching intently. He wanted some assurance from her that she was okay with him punishing another man's wife, so he raised his eyebrows. He was rewarded with a slight nod of her head, followed by a shy smile.

Damn, I love her so much.

He had a sudden need to be inside his wife's hot pussy, and knew that just one butt-blistering hair-brushing stood in the way of making that happen. He pulled his arm back and began the spanking in earnest. Unlike during his warm up, the next few dozen strokes to Rachel's bare globes were strong, meant to leave an impression on the spankee. Based on her wiggling and eventual moaning, he knew his message was getting through. He continued without a break until he heard her start to cry, knowing that was the release that women like Brianna and Rachel needed. He may not understand the why, but he knew it to be true.

By the time he had finished, Rachel's ass and tender sit-spots were cherry red. She had tried several times to reach back to protect her bottom, but Brianna had taken her job seriously, holding her friend in place until her punishment was over.

For the first minute after the spanking ended, the only sound in the great room was the sniffling whimpers of a chastised Rachel. Brianna had started stroking her hair to calm her, eliciting a deep sigh that told Markus he'd done his job well.

He helped Rachel to her feet where she stood, shuffling, before him, covering her bald pussy with her hands self-consciously. He had witnessed Derek punishing her often enough to know what she expected. He held out the back of the hairbrush and she leaned down to give her tormentor a kiss.

"Okay, little girl. You can go with Bri and Tiffany to get your ice cream now."

Rachel leaned down with a bright smile on her face, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much, Master Markus!" And off she skipped, her panties still around her thighs, happy as a lark.

Markus finished barking his orders. "Rachel, you'll sleep in Master Lukus's bed with Tiffany tonight. Take your ice cream bowls back and I'll be there to tuck you girls in soon." Turning to his wife, who was still kneeling next to his chair, he added, "Bri, you know how I want you waiting for me."

The lust in her eyes had him wanting to jump to his feet and follow her that instant. "Yes, Sir. Don't be too long." She looked as if she might self-combust as she pushed to her feet to skip off to the bedroom with her friends.

After the men were alone, Markus looked back at Aiden, who had sat quietly throughout the punishment. The cop shifted uncomfortably before admitting, "Well, fuck, that was hot as hell."

Markus agreed. "You got that right. If you'll excuse me boys, I'm off to have my wife take care of this hard-on. Help yourselves to the couch or the other guest room."

Chapter Six

Hannah

Hannah stopped long enough to fill the meter with enough cash to cover parking for a few hours. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and wondered if she was being paranoid. Jake's Corvette was nowhere to be seen, but as she watched the cars driving past Bloomer's Florist, she was sure she caught sight of that cute guy named Dylan who'd been hanging around the Four Seasons bar the last few weeks.

Her initial impression of him had been that he was a good guy, but she'd since been reminded she had zero ability to judge people; and since almost every man she had ever interacted with on a personal level had hurt her in one way or another, she wasn't yet ready to give Dylan the benefit of the doubt. The fact that he'd shown up around the same time she'd met Jake Davenport was working against him. She wouldn't put it past Jake to have hired Dylan to keep tabs on her.

The bell on the door dinged her arrival at the small florist shop she worked at five days a week. Her best friend Mia was behind the counter, taking an order from one of their regular customers. Hannah went to the back to get started on their many orders. It was prom and wedding season, and they thankfully had more work than they knew what to do with.

Several minutes later, Mia's voice caught Hannah's attention from the doorway. "I called Lucy again yesterday. I told her to get her ass home and help. It's not fair that you get stuck working so hard when, technically, Lucy should be pulling her weight around here."

This was an old argument for the best friends. "I told you, I don't mind. God knows, you've helped me so much by letting me bring Connor into the shop and giving me a job when I had no experience as a florist," Hannah said.

"It doesn't matter. She's been goofing around down in LA trying to get famous for long enough. Her classes are out now. She should be home this summer to help out around here."

"What did she say when you called?" Hannah continued unboxing their shipment of roses.

"You don't want to know. I got her attention, though, when I told her I wasn't sending her any more money. If she wants cash, she can come home and work for it like the rest of us."

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