Eyes of Dominance

The second post of this story. The first part is here.

Kate had so thoroughly talked down her expectations in the hallway that what she walked into sent her briefly into shock. The noise of the TV was louder inside the room than it sounded in the hall, and masked the sound of the door opening briefly. Directly across the room from her, Taylor stood almost completely naked, save for her thin green panties that left nothing to the imagination. Her nose was firmly planted in the corner of the room, and her butt looked unblemished, except for a small faded purple mark partly covered by the fabric. On their bed, Brent sat scrolling through his phone, a silicone cooking spoon and thin plastic looking rod next to him. Neither had yet seen her or heard her, and though Kate instinctively felt the urge to retreat back out of the door, her eyes were affixed to Taylor’s nude form and she stood there frozen, the door handle slipping from her hand.

Her presence was not unnoticed for long, as Brent must’ve seen the sudden movement from the corner of his eye. His gaze met Kate’s and with astounding quickness his expression dropped. 

“Oh, Kate…” he stumbled, clearly failing to find adequate words for the situation. However, whatever explanation he might have tried was quickly drowned out. Because in response to the sound of his voice, but not quite hearing the words, Taylor turned toward him with a reluctant acceptance. But she quickly followed his eye line, and when she saw Kate, she jumped, coincidentally at the exact moment the door fell shut.

“Oh my god; Kate, what the fuck?!?” Taylor exclaimed, turning her body away and covering her breasts and panties a little too late.

“Oh god, I’m sorry” Kate quickly apologized, her face flaming at her friends nakedness. In her mind, accidentally walking in on them was an embarrassing faux paus that would quickly be laughed off. But she didn’t exactly think through being put on the spot, and now that she was quickly the center of attention, and her brain was short circuiting at what to say.

“I’m sorry; I left my phone in the bathroom when I was getting changed, and I didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door so I thought you finished your ‘talk’” she breathlessly explained, the words flying from her mouth as if propelled.

“I don’t care; get the fuck out!” Taylor yelled at her, her mortified face turning bright red as well.

“Taylor…” Brent admonished, attempting to diffuse the situation, but his words were ignored as she glared daggers at Kate.

"It's bullshit!" Taylor whined, gesturing at her best friend. "She just wants to embarrass me!"

Kate realized she was still standing there gawking at her friend’s near nudity, and yet she couldn’t look away. She knew she had overstepped a boundary, but she wasn't used to Taylor's anger being directed towards her for once, and her overloaded senses had her frozen in place.

"Kate, what the actual  fuck are you doing; get out!" Taylor yelled again. Embarrassment and guilt washed over her again, and she finally tore her eyes away and turned towards the bathroom.

“Right! Right…I’m so sorry, I’ll just—“

“Excuse me, Taylor? Do you think that’s any way to be talking right now, given your position?” Brent questioned sharply, in a tone Kate never heard from him before, and it stopped her in her tracks. 

Taylor however turned her attention to him instead. “I told her to give us privacy and she just walks in here without even caring!”

“As is her right; this is her room as well” he reminded her.

“I do not care…. come on Kate, please go!” she whined, turning towards her friend with a more desperate look. Kate nodded, really not wanting to but not knowing what else to do. Before she had taken a step, however, she was stopped by Brent.

“You don’t have to listen to her, Kate; she’s the one currently in trouble” he stated simply.

“Brent, no…. Make her leave…” she pleaded.

He pinched his nose in frustration, whatever embarrassment he felt at Kate’s intrusion melting away in his agitation.

“I know you didn’t just tell me what to do after your behavior today” he spoke with a low voice, almost inaudible with the TV still on.

“Brent please—“ Taylor started to beg, but was cut off by Brent’s stern words.

“Taylor, put your nose back in that corner and listen to me, unless you want to go over her knee as well.”

Both girls jumped visibly at the threat. Kate had no clue how to react, or if he was serious, but before she could say anything Taylor grumbled but quickly turned back towards the wall, exposing her backside to the room again, and Brent started speaking.

“I told you this earlier. You were to inform her of what was going to happen, and allowed to ask for privacy, but she’s under no obligation to give it to you, or leave.”

Taylor started to complain again, but was rebuked almost immediately.

“You’ve already made how you feel perfectly clear, now I’m talking” he stated firmly, and Taylor stomped a foot in response but kept quiet. Brent started again.

“You don’t even try to control your temper, as that little outburst proved. You've made quite the habit of getting yourself into trouble, then taking that frustration and anger out on everyone else. You’re the one with your nose in the corner waiting to be punished. You have no right to make demands of anyone. I’m sorry you're embarrassed, but that’s no excuse to yell and curse out your best friend, especially after how you acted today.”

“I’m sorry…” was Taylor’s muffled reply.

“I don’t think you are” Brent disagreed. “You just got done being grounded, what, two days ago? And already you’ve been disrespectful to me, in public, because you weren’t getting your way. You were just disrespectful to Kate for making an honest mistake. Do you think that just because we're within company that the rules no longer apply?"

He sighed and look towards Kate, who had chosen to keep her mouth shut and was leaning against the wall. She knew that she probably should have left by now, but she was so enraptured by what was unfolding in front of her that she was firmly rooted in place. Brent’s eyes studied her for a moment, before he continued.

“I was going to ask her to step out and give us some more time, but now I think it would do you good to let her see what happens to naughty brats when they act up.”

Taylor immediately jumped into pleading again.

“That’s not fair! I didn’t even do anything!”

Brent folded his arms across his chest. “Do you really want to have the exact same conversation we just had? You know exactly what you did wrong. Both earlier today, and just this moment. If you showed literally any sign of contrition I might've reconsidered, but you need to learn this lesson, badly.”

Taylor shuffled on her heels. “Not with her here, it’s way too embarrassing.”

Brent shook his head. “Taylor, I warned you explicitly about your behavior before we left for the weekend, that this could happen, and you chose to ignore me. It’s either this, or you can be grounded again, for a full month this time. Would you prefer that?”

Taylor squirmed in place for a moment before answering. “No….”

“No, what?” Brent chided her.

Taylor exhaled nervously, then reluctantly fixed her error.

“No…. sir.”

“Then you are to keep your nose in that corner until you’re called out for your spanking.”

Taylor whined again, but remained in place and didn’t argue further.

Brent turned towards Kate again, who was holding her breath as her chest fluttered with anticipation. Things had moved so quickly, and she was unsure of what to do or how to act. She tried to maintain a neutral expression as he sat up from the bed and gestured towards the bathroom. 

“Kate, a word?” he asked, his tone returning close to normal, and she could only nod and follow him into the small room. She gently closed the door behind her, and then made a very deliberate grab for her phone on the sink counter. Brent awkwardly smiled as she pocketed it. 

“So, yeah….” he lamely started, and Kate would have giggled at the contrast between his demeanor now and just a minute ago, but her thoughts were moving too fast to laugh.

“Yeah….” she mirrored. Brent started to speak, but Kate beat him to it. She didn’t want to jeopardize the situation, but she needed some plausible deniability.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. I didn’t want this to become a whole thing. I just left my phone, and—“

“No, it’s alright” he quickly interrupted with a hand wave. “I’m sorry I involved you without asking for your consent beforehand. If this makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to stay. The only reason I'm doing this is because you know about our relationship dynamic, and Taylor told me that you seemed curious enough about it to ask a fair bit of questions, so I figured you wouldn’t get freaked out.”

Kate tried to swallow her nerves, but her tummy flipped at what felt like a subtle call out, and stumbled to find a reply.

“Ah, really? Well, I g-guess i am curious, in a way. It seems a little odd from the outside, but I don’t know much about BDSM relationships outside of like, the kinky sex bits. So I guess I’m just a little bit curious to the whole punishment thing.”

He smiled again. “Well, I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have about anything.” Then his smile faded. “But seriously, you don’t have to stay just because I made a big deal about it; you can take your phone and go back downstairs.”

“No!” she exclaimed, then coughed and smiled awkwardly. “I mean, I’ll be alright. I don’t want to undermine you or anything.”

He studied her with serious eyes for a moment, before relenting.

“If you’re sure. I just want to want to warn you, spankings can be intense, embarrassing, and a bit uncomfortable. Taylor has a safe word, so I’m not too concerned about her; quite frankly she’s due a bit of embarrassment and discomfort. I just want to give you fair warning that you’ll be seeing quite a lot of her in a few minutes, and things might get a little bit intense.”

Kate attempted to look pensive for a brief moment, trying to hide her guilty excitement.

“I’ll manage” she replied simply.

Brent held her gaze, then sighed deeply and rolled his shoulders. “All right. After you” he gestured to the door.

They both stepped out of the small room. Kate stood by the door, unsure of where exactly to be, while Brent sat back down on their bed and picked up his phone again. Taylor continued to stand with her nose in the corner. A little confused, Kate walked around her bed and gestured to it.

“Should I…?” she questioned. Brent looked up with a raised eyebrow, then nodded.

“Sure; you can sit or stand wherever you’d like. I’m just giving Taylor a few more minutes to think about her predicament, and then we’ll begin” he explained, speaking loud enough to carry over the sound of the TV, and surely enough for Taylor to hear. 

“Oh, alright” Kate said in response, giving him a smile. He returned to scrolling through his phone.

Not knowing what else to do, she sat on the bed and studied Taylor in the corner. Despite the embarrassment she was surely feeling right now, she was doing a good job of hiding it as she stood still as a statue. Then again, with her face hidden from view, it was probably easy for her to pretend that it was just her boyfriend in the room with her, she reasoned.

Kate sighed loudly to herself and started playing with her bracelet nervously. 

“You have a question?” 

‘Only like a million’ she thought to herself. Still, not wanting to look overeager, she smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I guess I do.”

“That’s alright, I told you I’d answer any question. You’re gonna have to speak up a bit though with that going” he nodded to the TV screen.

Kate nodded and cleared her throat. Where to even begin? There were many things she wanted to know for a while, mainly stuff Taylor refused to answer, but she decided to start small.

"Does she normally stand in the corner before a......... punishment?" she asked awkwardly.

"Sometimes, if I want her to think about her behavior or cool off before a spanking. But usually it's an after the fact thing" he answered.

“I see. Is she normally naked for a s-spanking?"

"If we have a bit of time to ourselves or know it's coming, then usually. If it's more of an impromptu event, then she sometimes keeps her shirt. She's always bare beneath the waist though."

Kate frowned. "She still has her panties on...."

Brent smiled. "They’ll be coming down for her punishment. It’s just part of the ritual of it; I almost always pull them down personally.”

Kate nodded, but followed up her statement.

“Why not pull them down when everything else came off?” she pressed.

“Usually I leave them on until the last minute. Feels more final to do it right before the spanking, plus it makes it easier to check on how…. excited she is without giving her any undue stimulation.”

“Excited? Ohhhh” she trailed off as realization hit. She noticed Taylor squirm almost imperceptibly at their conversation. Ignoring her best friend’s plight, she continued.

“I see. Isn’t it a little counterproductive though, if she gets… y'know, during a punishment?”

“Less than you’d think” he answered. “Pleasure and pain are often two sides of the same coin, particularly for girls like her. It’s possible to have both and not undermine the lesson. It’s all about mindset, and finding the right ways to discipline.”

Brent looked down at his phone again, and Kate saw that a timer was ticking away on the screen. She nodded in understanding, but her skepticism must have been obvious, because he smiled wryly in response and stretched.

“I think a demonstration might help. Taylor, come here now.”

Taylor didn’t immediately move, instead turning towards them as slowly as she could seem to manage. Then, when she had no more to turn, she shuffled across the off white carpet one foot at a time, until she was standing in front of Brent, who had moved to the foot of their bed and sat along the edge. Kate felt herself unconsciously scooting closer on her own bed, getting a better vantage point.

“Taylor, this is far from your first spanking, where are your hands supposed to be right now?” Brent sharply questioned. Taylor, who had her hands clasped in front of her front, arms tucked forward as if to hide her breasts, looked away red faced as she reluctantly raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, exposing her chest fully. Brent wasn't phased, and began to lecture her anew.

“Young lady, you are going to learn a lesson today” Brent lectured. “I told you, quite explicitly, that I would not hesitate to punish you on this trip before we left, and you chose to ignore that very clear warning. This is the consequence of your behavior. Do you understand?”

Taylor looked straight ahead, her eyes fixed away from Kate. “Yes sir…” she replied in a voice sounding much more vulnerable than Kate had ever heard from her before.

"You have an anger and attitude problem that we are going to work to correct. You need to learn that you can't just take out your emotions on whoever is most convenient at the current moment."

"Yes sir" she muttered.

“And how are we going to correct that behavior?” Brent continued. “What happens to naughty girls that can’t behave themselves?”

She continued to look straight ahead, but said nothing. Brent simply waited, as if he had all the time in the world. She finally started to speak, but again was gently corrected by Brent.

“Look at me” he reminded her, a slight tenderness in his tone. 

Taylor breathed heavily, and locked her eyes on his.

“They… get spanked sir.”

“That’s right” he said. “They get spanked on their bare bottoms, regardless of who’s around to see it. Which means these are coming down.” Adding emphasis, his fingers grasped the waistband of her panties, but he didn’t yet pull them down. He instead looked back up at her.

“When I pull these down, what exactly am I going to find? Have you been getting wet thinking about being punished in front of her?” he questioned, his head nodding in Kate’s direction.

Taylor’s face flamed red again, and she looked away to hide her embarrassment.

“No!” she indignantly protested, but Brent merely smiled.

“So when I take these down, I’m not going to find any evidence of you being turned on? I wouldn't want to have to spank you for lying too…”

Taylor squirmed even as she was held in place by his hands gripping her undergarments, and Kate could tell that she was coming undone at the mortification. Finally, she answered.

“Alright! I can’t help it!” she whined, looking down at the floor as if wishing it would swallow her whole.

Brent nodded. “That’s alright, I’m glad you decided to be truthful, so we’ll overlook your little lie a second ago.”

Taylor tried to regain her composure, but gasped as Brent’s hands suddenly tugged down, exposing her to the room. From where she was sitting on her bed, Kate was not close enough to verify Taylor’s words, but as Brent pulled them down and out from around her feet and inspected the fabric, his slight smirk told her that she was aroused.

Not that Kate could blame her. She had been sitting as still as she could, lip bit, trying not to make any noise or interrupt the scene in front of her. It was in part not to disturb what was clearly a practiced ritual between them, but it was equally to disguise her own, similar bodily reaction to Taylor’s.

She couldn’t begin to unpack what she was feeling. Electric anticipation flowed heavily through the room, and every movement, statement, and suggestion charged it further. To the best of her knowledge, she wasn’t interested in girls, so Taylor’s nudity shouldn’t be of any interest to her. And yet when she put herself in her friend’s mindset, imagining her embarrassment, humiliation, and the dread of what was about to happen, she felt desire pool within her own loins, and she fought the urge to slip a hand between her legs.

Kate’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Taylor’s groan as she was gently guided to Brent’s right side, and with surprisingly little fanfare or build up was bent over his outstretched lap. As Kate’s bed was to the right of theirs, Taylor’s ass was pointed directly in her direction. She felt her cheeks heat up as she was given a direct view of Taylor’s assets, a situation that must’ve not escaped the poor girl’s notice, as she clamped her thighs shut immediately. However, she was quickly called by her boyfriend.

“Taylor, you know what you’re doing, and if I have to reprimand you, you’ll be getting extra.”

Kate couldn’t see Taylor’s face, but she could imagine her expression nonetheless.

“C-can she sit somewhere else at least?” she almost squeaked in reply.

“She can sit wherever she pleases” he answered, and tapped the back of her right leg. Taylor sighed, and reluctantly opened her legs back up, giving Kate quite the view. 

With almost no warning, Brent’s hand smacked down hard on Taylor’s ass, and the static in the air discharged like a thunderclap as the sound of hand on bare flesh rang out. Kate jumped; he was right to turn up the TV, the sound was certainly loud enough to carry into the adjacent hallway. The noise didn’t seem to be a concern for Brent at the moment, however, and he rhythmically rained down a torrent of swats onto his girlfriend’s backside.

Kate watched with fascination as his hand began to paint a pink blush across her exposed cheeks. Contrary to what she assumed would happen, Taylor was not crying out in pain, instead stoically suffering her punishment with a lowered head and her left hand gripped around her partner’s ankle squeezing tight.

A minute or two must have passed, and Brent seemed to have entered a flow state, an expression of zen like focus on his face as he spanked. Kate watched with rapt attention, studying every detail; the way his hand clapped down against her cheeks, the tenseness of his forearm as he brought his arm down, the way Taylor's butt jiggled after every slap, the little tremors that ran down her legs as she attempted to take her punishment with dignity, her genitals embarrassingly on display to Kate's ravenous eyes. The desire that was smoldering within her continued to grow, and Kate found herself squirming to relieve some of the tension.

Perhaps in response to this strange reaction, her nervousness began to abate slightly, and her curiosity started to creep back to the forefront of her mind. She had remained quiet through the start of the spanking and ritual beforehand so as to not interrupt Brent’s process, and originally intended to save her questions for after the punishment was finished. But it was becoming harder and harder to contain all the thoughts swimming through her head, and as Brent had said earlier, Taylor was not in a good position to protest currently, so it was her best moment to get some answers. So after a few moments, she coughed and raised her voice.

“So….” she started, and Brent stopped for just a brief second, his head tilting towards her in acknowledgement before he continued smacking away. “How often does this happen?”

He smiled slightly, not pausing a moment from delivering smacks. “As punishment? About once a week or two. Can be more often than that, but she never goes longer than a month before earning a spanking, three weeks rarely.”

“Wow” Kate thought out loud, her nerves starting to recede more. “I didn’t think she’d need it that often.”

“Don’t get me wrong” Brent quickly said, “you know Taylor; she's a good girl, most of the time. It’s just that the longer she goes without a punishment, the more she starts to push back against the rules until she earns one.”

“Huh. So when was the last time she got spanked?” she asked as a follow up.

A low groan came from Taylor, the first noise she’d made since the punishment started, and Kate wasn’t sure if it was the spanking or their conversation that caused it.

“Earlier this week, Monday if I remember correctly.” He stopped spanking and pointed to the small light bruise on her left ass cheek.

“Ah, that’s what that is” she leaned forward to examine it closer. “What was the reason?”

“Attitude, what else?” He resumed the punishment while he explained. “She’s usually pretty grumpy when she’s grounded, and she wasn’t very happy about being told no to going out last weekend, we needed to have a conversation involving the hairbrush.”

Kate gasped in realization. A few of their friends had a girl's night out on the town last Saturday, and Kate was bummed when Taylor informed them that she was feeling off and would go some other time. “So that’s why you didn’t come with us!” she looked down towards Taylor. “I just thought she wasn’t feeling good. I had no clue she was grounded.” 

Taylor wasn’t going to respond, so Brent chimed in. “Well, she certainly wasn’t feeling good, but for very different reasons. She was grounded for two weeks, which just ended two days ago. My apologies if it interfered with your weekend plans.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it” she replied apologetically. It was bizarre, having what could be mistaken as a normal conversation, while her best friend was currently over her boyfriend’s knee, getting spanked while they talked about her as if she wasn’t even there. Stranger still was her body’s reaction to it. But her nerves had all but abated, and she was finally getting some answers. “I'm sure it was justified. She must’ve been pretty naughty to be grounded two whole weeks…”

“Oh my god, Kate! Can you not?” Taylor finally hissed, her voice indignant and ragged between spanks. However, her only reward was Brent smacking even harder, his hand slashing down through the air and leaving angry red palm marks across her ass. She started gasping and groaning through the onslaught.

“Someone must really want me to follow through on my previous threat” he said with disappointment. “You already complained enough about her presence; do you really want to end up over her lap as well?”

“No!” she whined and kicked her legs.

“Then I suggest you hold your tongue” he advised, continuing his punishing pace.

“She’s making fun of me!” she protested.

“Just as you were comfortable doing to me earlier” he reminded her. He stopped spanking and started to rub her bottom, covered in a canvass of of pink and red splotchy handprints. 

“I already said I’m sorry” she mumbled. “And that’s not fair; I didn’t mean it like that.”

“And yet you continued after I told you to stop” he stated simply. “So you don’t think it’s fair if you get a little bit of the same in return?”

Taylor didn’t respond, only fluttering her legs impotently. Brent looked ready to continue, but Kate spoke up quickly during the brief pause.

“I’m sorry Taylor, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You always brush me off when I’ve asked about this stuff before. I’m just curious about all of this; I’m not mocking you” she said with a sweet smile. “Though he is kinda right, you didn’t really hold back yourself earlier, I guess it is deserved in a way.”

Brent looked down at Taylor, waiting for a reply from Taylor, but all she did was exhale through gritted teeth and readjust herself over his lap, so after a pause he brought his hand down and started spanking anew.

Five or six minutes had passed since the start of the punishment, and most of Taylor’s ass had taken on a nice rosy hue. Brent seemed to be evening out the blush across her cheeks, focusing on the less touched areas. Taylor was still mostly quiet through it all, but Kate could her ragged breaths and the occasional yelp hidden amongst the orchestra of slaps and the ever present din of the TV. She was looking quite well spanked to Kate’s eyes, and yet she remembered that Brent had set aside two conspicuous items earlier. She looked back towards the middle of the bed and saw the spoon and thin plastic rod embedded in the covers.

“So, what are those for?” she asked, pointing to the weird pair of items. Brent smacked Taylor’s ass one last time, then turned to face Kate. When he saw what she was pointing at, he gave her a small smile. 

“Funny you should mention them; I was thinking it was just about time to put those to use” he stated wryly, reaching back with one hand to collect them, while his other held tightly to Taylor’s waist. “As for what they’re for, I think that should be obvious.” He set the rod down next to him and waved the spoon.

“No, I mean, obviously” she smiled. “But why those? They aren’t exactly what comes to mind…” Of course, Kate had heard of stories of mothers using a cooking spoon to dispense judgement, and she was familiar with the concept of a cane. But the canes she was vaguely aware of were much longer and wood, not plastic and eighteen inches at most, and he had specifically packed a spoon, not grabbed it from the kitchen in a rush. 

“Well, I always have the hairbrush nearby if I need it. But the brush is loud, far more than my hand, so it’s less than ideal given the circumstances. If I know we’re going away, I pack these as well.” He brandished the spoon, swiping it through the air. It made a slight whistling noise as air passed through the two vertical slots in the bowl.

“I use the spoon fairly often; it packs quite the punch, but the plastic cane is less common. I have longer and sturdier ones for serious infractions; this one is mainly reserved for striking between her cheeks. But both are very quiet. If we are going away for a few days, staying at a hotel or with family, I pack one or both in case I need to spank discreetly.”

Kate slowly nodded, stuck looking down towards the thin cane. It didn’t look all that scary, but she couldn’t even imagine being smacked in such a sensitive place with it. Just the thought had her stomach in knots. But his words made sense; it was better to plan ahead and bring tools less likely to cause an awkward situation. The fact that they weren’t as obvious in appearance as a thick paddle or whip was a benefit as well. 

Kate’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Taylor’s voice; her friend had broken her silence the moment Brent started tapping the heavy silicone spoon against her reddened rear.

“No, no, no… we don’t have to do that” she tried to bargain, her hand flying back to protect her sore bottom. “I’ve learned my lesson sir, I’m sorry.”

“That’s great!” Brent smiled, gently taking her wrist in his hand and pinning it behind her back. “Now we’re going to make sure that you remember it.”

Taylor groaned and flailed her legs feebly, venting her frustrations more than trying to wriggle away.

“Taylor, you knew this was coming” he said. “We have never stopped at just a hand spanking for a punishment.” 

Without waiting for a further reply, he brought the spoon down hard on her ass. The spoon was definitely quieter than his hand, but still made a satisfying ‘thwack’ sound on connecting with her bottom. Kate found herself fidgeting in place again as the spanking began anew.

It was immediately evident to Kate that the spoon was much more painful than Brent’s hand, especially after the lengthy warm up. While Taylor took the majority of the hand spanking in silence, it took less than a minute for her to be grunting and gasping in response to each swat. Her pinned right hand flexed and grasped at the air as she had no option but to take each smack as it was delivered. 

This was much more like what Kate expected as a reaction to a spanking. She ignored her friend’s pained breaths and yelps and noted the change to Brent.

“You’re right, that does seem to pack a punch!”

“Right?” he responded with uncharacteristic excitement. “I originally got it for novelty’s sake, figured it wouldn’t break like a wooden spoon. But after using it, it proved so effective that I added it to my normal lineup, as well as being my go to when traveling.” It was a bit strange to gush about such an odd item. But Kate smiled back all the same.

“I can see why. So do you use any other kinds of punishment? You mentioned grounding her already, is that all?”

Brent paused for a moment to readjust Taylor, her wriggling under the spoon must have made holding her in place more challenging, and he looked like he was exerting himself more than before.

“No, I use quite a few forms of punishment, though they’re almost always paired with a spanking” he replied, resuming his work with the spoon once Taylor was back in position. 

“Like what?” Kate pressed.

“Well, for the more immediate stuff, corner time, writing lines, mouth soaping, inserting plugs or a fig, that kind of stuff. More long term punishments include grounding, restricting her orgasms, taking aw—“

“Brent please!” Taylor desperately pleaded, her mortification clear in her voice, but a flurry of spanks to her upper thighs silenced her complaints and had her yelping. Brent made to continue, but this time it was Kate who cut him off.

“I’m sorry, you said restricting her…”

Brent suddenly blushed; perhaps he didn’t exactly consider what he was revealing, but he sighed and answered anyway.

“Yes, restricting her pleasure. Granted, I’m already normally in control of ‘that,’ but if she’s particularly naughty she can lose any chance to…relieve herself until she’s learned her lesson.”

“Really…” Kate said, more to herself than anyone. She hadn’t really thought about what it would mean to lose access to orgasms. She was no stranger to self care, especially being single for the past few months. The thought of someone taking that privilege away from her, especially a boyfriend, left a nervous tingle in her stomach. She wondered how that would work; do they still have sex, what happens if she accidentally tips over the edge, how does he enforce such a punishment when he’s not around, but for the first time that night Kate was too embarrassed to ask those questions herself.

While she was pondering the implications, Brent was busy tenderizing Taylor’s poor bottom. While the color of her butt had not changed much over the past few minutes, Kate could tell just from sight that it was far more tender, the rosy blush growing gradually deeper and the flesh looked more swollen. Not that she needed visual proof of progress, Taylor’s reactions were enough to convince her of the spanking’s effectiveness. Gone was the stoic, defiant Taylor taking her swats in silence. Kate watched as her best friend bucked fruitlessly over her boyfriend’s lap, her legs kicking back and forth trying to throw off the sting. Her pained cries and erratic breathing carried over the sound of the spanks and forgotten soap opera droning in the background. Though Kate didn’t hear open crying, Taylor’s breathy sobs convinced her they weren’t far away. 

Suddenly Brent stopped; Kate was so enraptured by the spanking that she didn’t realize almost five minutes had passed since the first crack of the spoon. Brent had set the implement to the side and was gently rubbing Taylor’s behind, while she struggled to get her breathing under control. It was a surprising tender moment, especially after what had just transpired, and Kate felt a small pang of jealousy rise up in her chest. Before she had time to examine it, Brent starting speaking.

“You’re almost done, sweetheart” he said with a soft warmth. “We just have one last thing to do, and you know exactly what that is.”

Immediately Taylor started to kick her legs again.

“Please; not with her here…” she said in a small, almost cute voice, drained of all fight.

“Taylor, I’m going to discipline you exactly as I would were she not here. This attitude problem of yours needs to stop, so this lesson needs to be memorable.”

She merely whined and continued to kick her legs. Kate was not sure what the big deal was after everything she just witnessed, until she saw Brent reach for the cane, and her face turned fire engine red as she recalled his words about what it was for. Surely he wouldn’t—

“Kate, can you move to the side of the bed? I’d like you to hold her hands down for this last part.” He patted Taylor’s butt twice. “Up you go, sweetheart. You know the position; face Kate.”

Taylor sighed heavily, but complied and pushed herself up from his lap, and made her way around the side of the bed opposite Kate, who herself scooted off her mattress and stood between the two beds. She stood there awkwardly as Taylor slowly climbed onto the bed, settling on her elbows and knees. She took another deep breath, and slid forward extending her arms, coming to rest on her chest and elevating her bottom high in the air. It almost resembled a yoga pose to Kate. 

Brent moved behind Taylor, cane in hand, and tapped the insides of her thighs. “Wider” he commanded. Taylor looked down at the blanket, avoiding Kate’s gaze, and slowly slid her knees further apart, until Brent was happy. Kate could not see anything being in front of Taylor, but she imagined just how exposed she would look from his perspective.

Remembering what he asked of her, Kate hesitantly leaned forward and clasped her hands gently around Taylor’s outstretched wrists. The bed frames were fairly tall, and Kate had to lean down to grab Taylor’s arms, so while they were not directly at eye level, it was close enough to feel like it. Yet Taylor still refused to make eye contact, instead turning her head towards the TV. Brent leaned over her upturned bottom, his one hand holding the cane hovering over the small of her back, the thin rod pointed downwards against her butt crack. His other hand grasped one of her cheeks and gently pried it away, exposing her anus and crack further to him.

“Now Taylor, I’m gonna try to be quick about this. You don’t have to do anything but stay in position until I’m done. Do you have anything you’d like to say to either of us before I start?” he asked pointedly. 

Taylor closed her eyes, and Kate thought she would keep quiet like earlier. But with a slight grimace, she answered.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk today. I didn’t mean it.”

“Maybe not, but it’s become too familiar a pattern these last few months. Maybe next time you get worked up, you’ll remember what happened today and think about your actions.”

“Yes sir…” she conceded, eyes still closed.

Brent look towards Kate, nodded once, and then flicked his wrist hard with an accompanying swiping sound cutting the air. A light crack followed, and Taylor’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the sting hit her. The second stroke fell quickly after, and Taylor squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, her forearms tensing in Kate’s grasp.

He worked diligently with the rod, leaving only about three seconds between strikes, pausing only to adjust his hand position or change the angle of the next stroke. While the pace helped move the punishment along faster, it also no doubt contributed to the stinging, as very quickly Taylor was gasping after every swipe. It didn’t look like Brent was putting much force behind each hit, but she didn’t think it would take very much to cause pain to that particularly vulnerable area. Kate shuddered herself thinking of what Taylor must be feeling right now, and unconsciously squeezed her wrist reassuringly.

This must have surprised Taylor, as she opened her eyes and looked up at Kate. For the first time since she barged into the room, their eyes met, and Kate felt guilt creeping into her mind. Taylor might have avoided punishment if Kate didn’t goad her friend in the park earlier, and it was Kate’s prying curiosity that made her a witness, not solely Taylor’s outburst. Not knowing what else to do, Kate gave her friend a sympathetic smile as the next stroke fell and had her grimacing in pain again. 

The caning was much shorter than the previous two punishments, lasting around two to three minutes at most. Taylor was not as visibly effected as she was at the end of her session with the silicone spoon, but she was clearly sore and in discomfort when Brent brought the thin plastic down between her cheeks on last time with extra force. He placed the implement to the side, and with a nod, Kate released her friend’s hands. With a wince, Taylor pulled herself back up to a kneeling position and slid off the bed, her hand twitching with the urge to rub away the sting. Brent put his hands on her shoulders and whispered something to her. Kate couldn’t make out what he said, but Taylor nodded and slowly shuffled her way back to the corner and placed her hands behind her head.

Brent put both implements back into his travel bag, and with the remote turned the TV volume back down to acceptable levels. He took a seat back against the headboard of his bed, fiddling with his phone, and Kate mirrored his actions, unsure of what to do or how to act.

After a minute of relative silence, Brent cleared his throat with a question. “So, did that sate your curiosity a bit?”

Kate blushed and coughed awkwardly. “A bit, yes.” A long pause followed, and she felt compelled to speak up again. “So what happens now? Is there like a specific procedure, or do you just do whatever?”

Brent looked thoughtful. “Really depends. Usually there's corner time; sometimes she has to stand in different positions, sometimes I’ll rub icy hot or capsaicin cream on her butt. Once or twice I’ve had her kneel on rice or an outdoor mat. Often I'll insert something in her, like if she gets a hairbrush spanking I'll take the handle and......" he trailed off, a red flush to his own face as he realized what he was rambling about. "Today, though, thirty minutes with her hands on her head seems enough" he finished lamely.

“I see. You seem to put a lot of thought in this” she pondered aloud. “It must be hard sometimes, keeping up with it all.”

“Sometimes” he admitted, “but it’s never unrewarding. Both of us have needs that without this dynamic would be unfulfilled, and it makes us both happy, even if there’s the occasional hiccup or difficult situation.”

Kate was silent for a moment. She had a thought that had been rattling around in her mind since the spanking started. Now that it was over, it was much harder to ignore, and before she knew it she was speaking.

“Well, if you ever need any help with any of this, I’m like, in the know now...” Kate said, not sure if this was crossing another boundary, but unable to stop herself or think through what she was saying.

“What do you mean?” Brent asked quizzically.

“Like, obviously not doing all of ‘that’ or anything. But like, maybe keeping an eye on her when we’re hanging out or at work, making sure she follows her rules, that sort of thing” she continued. “I’m just saying I’m another pair of eyes.”

He thought about for a few moments. “That could be helpful. But it might change your relationship with her, are you sure you're okay with that?"

Kate sat quietly for a few seconds. "I guess I didn't really think about that..."

Brent smiled softly. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not rejecting it outright. But it’s something I would have to think about, and it's something that would be a big trust commitment not only from you and me, but from her as well.”

“Of course! Yeah; sorry if I’m imposing or anything. I just wanted you to know the option was there” she quickly backtracked.

“It’s okay” he said, “we’ll think about it.”

Another minute passed, and Kate, feeling vulnerable and silly for her earlier statement, spoke up again.

“About earlier. I said it before, but I’m really sorry. I didn’t intend for this to turn into a thing; I just didn’t hear anything at the door” Kate partly lied, feeling the nugget of guilt building back up in her chest. 

“It’s alright; like you said, it was an accident” he reassured her.

“Yeah… I just don’t want her to be angry with me or anything” she said, lowering her voice enough that Taylor would hopefully not overhear. 

Brent looked over to his girlfriend, then leaned over towards Kate, and seeing this she did the same.

“I doubt it. It’s never actually happened until today, but we’ve talked a lot about someone watching her get punished. Your name has come up in that discussion before, actually. She might not be thrilled about it right now, but it’s not something that was ever a limit for her. She’ll be fine, as long as you don’t tease her too much, that is” he whispered, giving her a knowing look. 

She felt a wry smile creep across her face. “I’ll try not to.”

They talked for a few more minutes; not wanting to push her luck; Kate limited herself to only a few more spanking related questions. A quiet ensued after, and Brent stretched, looking towards the dimming light trickling through the window blinds. 

“It’s starting to get a little late” he yawned with his arms out. “I wanted to check out that hot tub, but it's getting close to dinner time. Would you rather go out, or find somewhere that delivers?”

Kate thought about it for a moment. “Going out sounds good. There were some nice looking restaurants I saw on the drive here, we could try one of those. Although…” she looked to her red bottomed friend in the corner, “maybe she’d prefer staying in tonight?”

Brent turned to Taylor. “Sweetheart, would you prefer to stay in tonight, or go out to eat?”

She was quiet for a few seconds. “Go out…” she finally muttered into the walls.

Brent looked back to Kate. "That solves that. I’m going to hop in the shower real quick, unless you wanted to?”

Kate shook her head, and he nodded. “Alright then.” He pulled out his phone, then flashed the screen to Kate. A timer was counting down across the screen, and just over ten minutes remained. 

“I don’t want to hold us up” he explained. “So if you don’t mind keeping an eye on her for me…”

“Oh; sure! I can do that” Kate agreed.

“Great. Just make sure she doesn’t squirm too much or try to rub. After that runs out she’s allowed out.”

Kate gave him a big thumbs up, and Brent grabbed some clothes from his bag and quickly made his way into the bathroom. Kate thought about changing out of the bathing suit under her clothes, but figured she might actually visit the hot tub after dinner, and decided to leave it on. Having nothing else to do, she sat on her bed and glanced over to her best friend and her cherry red butt. She had absolutely no clue what to say to Taylor when this was done. She believed Brent when he said she wouldn’t hate her, but that didn’t make confronting what happened any easier. She didn’t want her to hold a grudge for what happened, regardless of if she knew the truth behind her accidental intrusion.

The time passed faster than she anticipated, and she steeled her nerves and called out to Taylor.

“It’s been ten minutes, you can come out now.” She hoped she sounded natural.

Taylor immediately turned around and briskly made her way to her travel bag, yanking out a fresh pair of bra and panties. She quickly slid them on, wincing as the panties were pulled over her stinging cheeks and against her tender nether regions. Apparently feeling slightly more comfortable, she flopped down face first onto their bed, careful not to touch her rear to the blanket.

Not knowing what to say, Kate tried sympathy. “You sure you want to go out? We don’t have to.”

Taylor remained face down. “I’m alright. I didn’t want to take a long weekend just to sit around the hotel.”

“O-okay” Kate replied. “…Are you sure? A restaurant means sitting down for a while…”

Taylor turned her head towards Kate and glared at her, made only slightly cuter by the blush across her face.

“Sorry! Sorry; didn’t mean it like that!” Kate quickly apologized. “I am sorry, you know. I was gonna give you privacy; I just needed my phone, and thought you guys were done. It was an accident.”

“Sure, sure, ‘accident’…” Taylor mumbled into the comforter. Kate began to protest, but Taylor cut her off. “It’s whatever; I earned it I guess” she sourly admitted. “You didn’t have to be so nosy though! Just having you there was embarrassing enough!”

“Well what did you expect from me?” Kate fired back defensively. “You normally tell me everything, except for stuff relating to this. Of course I’m gonna have questions, and I was finally getting answers.”

“Whatever” Taylor deflected. “Why are you so curious anyway? Do you want to be spanked? You deserve it too, y'know. I can ask Brent, he’d probably do it.”

Her question was obviously in jest, yet Kate was taken aback at the bundle of nerves and heat bubbling in her gut at the suggestion. Her reaction scared her. Sure, she was curious about the whole relationship dynamic, and watching Brent spank Taylor was hot, but she wanted to be nothing more than an observer, right? 

Realizing that staying quiet for more than a second looked suspicious, she smiled back. “Nah, watching was more than enough for me. Though I will concede that it was kind of hot. I just wasn’t aware that you were an exhibitionist as well as a masochist.”

“Shut up! No I’m not!” Taylor groaned, burying her face in the nearby pillow.

“Really? Because based on what I saw, you were already pretty excited before—Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she blurted out, ducking away as Taylor sat up and swung the pillow at her with all her might.

“You bitch…” Taylor muttered accusingly, trying to hide her annoyed, embarrassed smile.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Kate said in mock admonishment. “I’m not sure you should be using that kind of word after everything that happened today. Maybe I should tell Brent what you just said to me, what would he think?”

Taylor glared at her, mouth agape. “You wouldn’t….” 

“Maybe not tonight…” Kate smiled playfully, “you've had enough. But in the future, who knows?”

“Oh come on” Taylor whined in response. “You weren’t serious about what you said to Brent earlier; that was just to torture me like always.”

“Sure, that’s all it was” Kate lied, unable to contain her evil smile, and Taylor groaned and buried her face in the pillow again. She was not sure if the couple would take her up on her offer, or what that would even entail. But she knew that rather than having her curiosity alleviated, it was enflamed all the more by what she saw today. And she knew it wasn’t enough. She didn’t know how, but she was determined that today’s spanking would not be the only one she witnessed!