Eyes of Dominance

The next part of the series. Have to split into two parts again, but are meant to be a singular installment. Parts One and Two are here.

"Sorry, I need like five more minutes" Taylor called from the front door, looking apologetic.

"You just said that five minutes ago" Kate whined from her parked out front, leaning out the window. "We're losing daylight here..."

"I know... just give me a few" Taylor waved dismissively.

Kate sighed dramatically. "You're literally killing me."

Taylor flipped her off in response, and quickly darted back into her home. Kate groaned and leaned against the steering wheel. She had only been waiting for about fifteen minutes, but she was eager to get home and out of her work clothes as soon as possible. She was normally the more patient of the two, but sitting in her car on a Friday afternoon was not how she wanted to spend their hangout time. So she tried to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, fighting the urge to harass her friend further. Perhaps she would be less annoyed had Taylor not popped out of her apartment three times to tell her "five more minutes."

Tonight was Girl's Night. Once a month Taylor and Kate spent a Friday or Saturday night hanging out until the early hours of the morning. When the practice was originally established, they had used to go out on the town and cause mischief at the local bars. But around the time of Kate's breakup they had begun staying in at one of their homes, lounging around drinking and streaming new shows all night. It was nothing particularly noteworthy, but it had become a tradition at this point, and was a guaranteed break from the stresses of life and life that they both came to value.

Finally, over twenty minutes later, Taylor emerged from her door and rushed down the stairs to the idle car. She flopped down into the passenger seat exhausted. She had pulled her blond hair into a messy bun and changed into a comfy pair of sweats, and Kate grumbled enviously. She yawned loudly and stretched as though she had been asleep.

"Took you long enough" Kate sighed judgmentally.

"Alright, alright; I'm sorry" Taylor apologized sardonically, "but I had a lot of shit to do." She settled back into the seat and closed her eyes as Kate pulled out of the parking spot and started the drive to her place.

"Did you now?" Kate questioned. "Sure took your sweet time. If you wanna rain check tonight, you could just tell me."

"Shut up, I was busy" she replied with a groan. Kate gave her a questioning glance from the corner of her eye.

"Oh? Doing what?"

Taylor didn't immediately respond, instead looking somewhat annoyed as she stared out the window. Kate shrugged with a chuckle. "Fine, keep your secrets then" she joked.

"It's nothing" Taylor said dismissively. "I just to had to take care of some stuff before tonight."

"Stuff... what do you mean? Like chores or something?" Kate questioned.

"Something like that" she answered cagily. Kate could sense her slight apprehension.

"C'mon, you really gotta learn to live a little! It's the first day of the weekend, can't that stuff wait?" Kate laughed.

"Believe me, I would if I could" Taylor sighed. "Not my decision."

"And who's exactly is it?" Kate pressed. Understanding started to dawn on her. "Oh, is this like, a Brent thing? Sweep the floors and make the bed 'or else?'"

Her friend rolled her eyes, but the slight flush to her cheeks told her she wasn't far from the truth. "I see" Kate spoke aloud to herself. "Well, if it spares you a trip to Spankville, than I guess waiting for twenty minutes wasn't the worst thing in the world. You could have just told me, though."

"Oh my god, shut up..." Taylor whined again, but there was no denial. Kate smiled, her curious mind intrigued.

It had been over a month since their weekend vacation, and Kate had saw Taylor get a spanking right in front of her. That night had been burned into Kate's memory ever since. She had naively but reasonably assumed that her questioning desire would gradually wane as she had time to process the events of that trip, but if anything her need was enflamed all the more. It had started with simply replaying that night in her head whenever certain carnal urges struck her. Soon she had found herself searching up spanking videos on porn sites. She even recently began reading blogs centered around domestic discipline, much to her own embarrassment, but none of it scratched the itch of seeing the act in person.

But Kate had yet to see it happen again. Taylor had begun to open up to Kate far more about her relationship with Brent, after all there was little reason to hide it from her after what she had seen. Kate thought that part of Taylor enjoyed finally having someone to finally share this aspect of her life with, even if she was still embarrassed to do so without prodding. But while Taylor had mentioned a few punishments she had earned since the trip, she had not been present for any of them. She had noticed the aftereffects of Taylor's spankings; she sometimes caught her friend sitting gingerly in her seat at the office or wince adjusting her pants. Every time Kate noticed such a gesture, she felt herself growing more and more intrigued. She didn't have an outlet for the feelings bubbling up inside of her, what could she do but suffer it? She wasn't exactly going to ask Brent or Taylor if she could sit in on another spanking. She wasn't that shameless... yet.

Still, she wasn't sure of what she was feeling. She hardly considered herself a voyeur, but it was undeniable that she felt serious arousal watching her best friend get her rear reddened over her boyfriend's lap. She wasn't quite sure what about it she found so erotic. Perhaps it was the fact that she was watching someone she knew well suffer such a compromising situation that made that night stick in her mind so clearly. She certainly enjoyed watching her friend squirm in pain and embarrassment, but despite that she never considered herself a sadist before. Perhaps it was seeing the bond and intimacy between Brent and Taylor that did it for her. There weren't many other reasons she could fathom. After all, it's not like she wanted to be spanked herself, despite the bundle of nerves that leapt in her gut when she envisioned such a thing.

Kate bit down on her intrusive thoughts and tried to play it cool. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I'll just spend the rest of the night pestering you about it..." she sweetly goaded.

Taylor groaned in annoyance and slightly squirmed in her seat. "It's nothing," she grumbled. "I'm just..... grounded right now."

Kate's eyes opened in shock, but she kept them focused on the road. "Grounded? Again? Weren't you just..."

Taylor sunk deeper into the seat, drawing her arms around her legs as she hugged them to her chest. "Yeah; last weekend I was in a bad mood, and Brent was annoying me with all this shit he wanted me to do. I accidentally said some things I shouldn't have, and I g-got.... punished" she explained. 

"Sounds like an average day for you" Kate giggled.

"You're lucky you're driving right now" Taylor growled. She paused for a moment. "That's kind of why I'm grounded, though. Brent thinks I've been doing it way too much recently, and that's... whatever. But yeah, I'm technically grounded for two weeks. No going out, limited computer and TV, needing permission for everything, like double the chores, getting punished for even the slightest infraction. It fucking sucks." 

Kate sat in silence and processed her words. "Huh. But if you're grounded, then shouldn't Girl's Night be cancelled? You just said you're not supposed to be out after all."

"Well, I asked him very nicely if I could go. Practically begged him, really. Despite what both of you seem to think, I can be good. I did basically everything he wanted this week, and asked if I could have an exception tonight because of how sucky work has been. He surprisingly agreed, as long as I did all the chores for the weekend before I left for the night."

"I see" Kate said thoughtfully. "And how exactly did you 'beg' him?" she asked suggestively.

"Alright, if you're gonna be a pervert, then this conversation is done" Taylor deadpanned, and pointedly turned up the radio. Kate didn't want to push her friend too hard, so she drove on in the silence of the music.

They shortly arrived at her apartment. Taylor had quickly made herself comfortable on the living room couch while Kate made her way to the bedroom to change into more comfortable attire. She groaned at the scattered mess of her room; she really needed to take a day to tidy up her place. Ignoring it for now, she pulled her dark hair back into a ponytail and threw on a pair of leggings before returning to the living room. Taylor had already turned on the TV and was hunched over her phone tapping away quickly at the screen. 

"Brent?" Kate surmised, and Taylor nodded her head, not looking up from her phone.

"Just letting him know that I did everything, and settling on what time he'll come get me" she said.

Brent normally got home a bit later than they did from work. Because they would be drinking, he would come pick Taylor up from Kate's later in the night so she wouldn't have to sleep over. On nights where Girl's Night was hosted at Taylor's, he would do the same and take Kate home if she wanted, though sometimes she would crash on their couch instead. They usually wrapped up past midnight, and both girls would be quite inebriated by then, but he never seemed to mind driving them when needed.

Kate went to the kitchen and started bringing out the snacks and wine, while Taylor started browsing various streaming apps. And so Girl's Night had officially begun. After some deliberation they decided on watching the new season of a cheesy dating competition show, and soon they were completely engrossed in the drama unfolding in front of them. Time seemed to fly by with the first couple episodes and they became increasingly attached to the various 'characters.' It didn't take long before they were yelling at every dumb decision made by the contestants and complaining loudly to each other about the stupidity on display. 

"Oh come on!" Taylor gestured wildly at the screen. "Why the fuck are you trusting this girl? She's obviously playing you."

Kate nodded in agreement. "Yeah, this is the same shit she pulled earlier with Jake."

"He's thinking with his dick instead of his brain" she replied sourly. "And now this bitch is gonna get his ass voted off." She reached for her half full glass and downed the rest of the wine within. "Thanks, I hate it. Men are dumb." 

Kate chuckled at her friend's comment. "Oh, are they now? Even Brent?"

Taylor scoffed. "Especially Brent. Y'know, god forbid I accidentally say something to him that's just the littlest bit spicy when I'm frustrated, and suddenly it has to become this whole fucking thing."

Kate raised an eyebrow from the other end of the couch. "What'd you end up saying to him, anyway?"

Taylor waved her hand at her dismissively, before reaching for the wine bottle again. "It's not important" she grumbled. Kate felt like such an evasive answer was not helping her case, but stayed silent. "Like, maybeee I deserved the spanking" she continued, blushing a bit as she poured another glass. "But this grounding shit is excessive and annoying. What I did doesn't warrant this kind of response. It's completely unfair."

"Maybe," Kate replied, "but he did let you come over tonight, so it's not like he's a total hardass, right?" 

Taylor sighed. "I mean, I guess. Doesn't make me feel any better about being grounded for another week. It's not even like I go out that much or anything. It's just annoying and humiliating. Not to mention he piles on the chores and tasks for no reason, and I get spanked if a single thing isn't done exactly how he wants it, like to the letter..."

Kate nodded empathetically. "What kinds of stuff do you have to do? Like what did you have to take care of for tonight to happen?" she asked, her inquisitive mind unable to hold back.

Taylor groaned dramatically and rolled backwards into the cushion. "Ugh, what didn't I do? It was basically all the chores for the entire weekend. I had to vacuum every single room, wipe down and clean the kitchen, throw in a load of laundry, scoop out the cat's litterbox, empty the trash bags, empty the dish washer...." her voice trailed, and a strange expression fell over her face. A mix of confusion with a trace of panic.

"... you alright?" Kate laughed after an awkward pause.

She looked down at her phone, worry clouding her eyes. Kate grew somewhat concerned, was something wrong? But after a few moments, her friend breathed deeply and set the device back down, glanced over to her, and sipped her drink.

"It's nothing" she said. "But yeah, like I said, a ton of shit. Honestly it's pretty unfair to dump all of that on me. But I guess he's bending the rules for me, so... I guess I kind of get it" she shrugged nonchalantly.

Kate thought there was more to her expression, but she didn't want to pry further and risk Taylor closing off. Perhaps it wasn't something she should concern herself with. So she slightly adjusted course.

"So if you find it so annoying, why are you in this kind of relationship?" Kate asked honestly. It was a question she had wanted to ask her friend for a long time, but only did so in a roundabout fashion. 

Taylor looked down at the coffee table pensively. Kate thought that her inquiry might go unanswered again. But then Taylor looked up with a begrudging expression.

"I guess I like being held accountable, in a way" she finally exhaled. "It must sound weird, knowing how I am. But I like having structure to my life, and Brent provides that, even if I do fight him every step of the way sometimes. There's something comforting about knowing that he understands and accepts me for who I am, but won't hesitate to step in when I go too far. It's very intimate, putting that trust in him. Plus, y'know, there's the other... stuff."

"No, I don't know" Kate lied. "Care to explain?"

Taylor rolled her eyes, but smiled all the same. "Shut up. But yeah; I complain about it a lot, and I cant say there aren't times that I want to kick Brent's ass for making me do some stupid shit or punishing me for an offhand comment that I didn't even mean. But I... guess I kind of need it. It's hard to imagine being happy with any other kind of relationship."

Kate nodded, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her own chest. She had nothing else to add, and Taylor seemed a little embarrassed at her own answer. So after a moment of silence they turned back to the TV, and soon were back to overreacting to the events of the show.

It was about thirty minutes later, the sun just starting to dip under the horizon when Taylor's phone started to vibrate on the table in front of them. She lazily reached over and grabbed the device, but upon checking the name of the caller, her expression changed to that of worry again. Kate started to ask if something was wrong again, but Taylor quickly tapped the screen and put it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said sweetly, only sounding the slightest bit tipsy. Kate could hear a familiar male tone through the speaker. "Yeah, what's up" she responded.

The voice said something that made Taylor frown slightly. Kate grabbed the remote and turned down the TV volume a pinch. "Yup. Took a while, but got it all done" her friend answered to the unheard question.

The voice spoke back, and Taylor glanced over towards Kate before she stood up and walked away from the couch to the other end of the room.

"Uh huh. Did that, and that. And that" she yawned, slightly annoyed. "Clothes should be done by now too; if you want I can fold them in the morning. I wasn't gonna wait an hour for that tonight." Kate couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but Taylor seemed to be listening for a bit.

"Uh huh" she said. "Well if you're home, then no disrespect, but you could just... what do you mean?" she said, her voice faltering for a moment.

Taylor was facing away from Kate, so she couldn't see her face, but Kate noticed a notable change in her friend's posture. 

"What? There shouldn't be, I definitely did..." she trailed off.

"Well, I'm sorry. It must've slipped my mind with everything else. It's really not that big a deal though... Yeah, I know, but you can't really fault me for missing it with all the other shit you put on me." Another pause. "C'mon Brent, that's not fair. I've been nothing but good all week."

Whatever was said next clearly upset her, and she stomped her foot and turned around. Kate could see that her face was flushed and her expression one of frustration. "No!" she exclaimed. "Okay, alright. You know I didn't mean it like that; I'm sorry. But that's really not necessary. Plus you already said I could be here."

Taylor looked back in Kate's direction. Kate could tell that she was anxious from the look in her eyes. Still, her voice was even when she spoke back to whatever was being said. "Yeah, I told her. But I don't see what that has to do with anything..." 

He must had a lot to say, because Taylor stood there listening for over a full minute. Then her face blanched again, and she started sputtering up words. "Nope, no, not happening." She paused again, and her expression darkened. "That's bullshit, Brent. I'm sorry, but that's not fair... Yes, I know, but I didn't mean to. It's not like I haven't been borderline perfect for you all week long. It's bullshit for you to overlook all of that just because of one minor thing."

Kate was having a hard time hiding her interest, and and perhaps in response to her obvious stare Taylor turned away and spoke in a whisper. "Please Brent, no...." she whined. "You can't do this..." She squirmed in place where she stood. "You know what I mean. Please, I'm sorry.... Don't do that..."

She listened to whatever Brent was saying, then stamped her foot again. "Fine!" she yelled petulantly, slightly startling Kate. She was clearly embarrassed, but tried to hide it behind an aura of indignity. She groaned at something, then turned and walked directly over to Kate, not making eye contact. 

She thrust the phone out in front of her. "Brent wants to talk to you" she said simply. Slightly perplexed, Kate gingerly took the device from her friend's hand. As soon as the exchange was complete Taylor stormed off towards the bathroom and closed the door with a loud thud. Kate warily raised the phone to her ear.

"Um, hello?" she answered, her voice bubbly to hide her confusion.

"Hey Kate" Brent replied, sounding somewhat exacerbated. "Sorry for intruding on your night; I know things have been busy at work."

"That's alright!" she smiled. "We've just been binging TV and emptying my fridge, the usual. What's up?"

"Well, this is somewhat awkward to discuss. But given what happened last month, I hope it's not too much of a problem." Kate felt a pulse of adrenaline at the memory. She tried to play it cool in spite of it.

"Oh? Is that what this is about? What about it?" she said with a nervous laugh.

"No, it's not. Or well, I guess it somewhat is" Brent sighed into the speaker. "Well, Taylor told me that she informed you of her currently being grounded. Is that right?"

"Yeah, she mentioned it on the drive over here" she answered honestly.

"And so you are aware that she was supposed to complete all her chores for the weekend before leaving for the night?" he asked. 

"Yup, I was in the car while she did them” she replied again.

There was another sigh on the other side of the phone. "Well, evidently in her haste to leave, Taylor forgot something. Specifically, she overlooked unloading the dishwasher."

"Oh...." Kate said softly, unsure of how to respond. "I didn't know what she was doing until we had already left, so I did rib her a bit for taking so long. Maybe it just slipped her mind because of that. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it; it was her responsibility, not yours." He paused for a moment, as if being choosy about what he was about to say. "Well, normally it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But doing her chores was the condition I set for having your get together tonight, and she failed to do so. So because of that, she's earned herself a punishment."

Kate's heartbeat quickened. "A p-punishment? You mean..."

"Yes, she's going to get a spanking. Because she's currently grounded, the length of her sentence should be extended as well. I really should be heading over there right now to pick her up and bring her home for breaking the agreement. But... well, that's why I wanted to talk to you"

Kate's mind was still fuzzy at the mention of spanking. She tried to shake her thoughts clear. "Me? I’m not in trouble too, am I?" she joked, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the suggestion.

"Not unless you have something to tell me” he laughed, and Kate’s mind blanked for a moment. “Seriously though, I somewhat feel bad about cutting your night short over this. It's not really fair to indirectly punish you too for her mistake. And despite this hiccup, Taylor has been extremely good this week. I don't want to diminish her efforts. But I also can't exactly look the other way either. She knew what the consequences of being grounded are, and I'm bending the rules for you guys as it stands."

"Right, that makes sense..." Kate said. She wasn't exactly sure where this conversation was going. 

"Also, I didn't anticipate having to deal with this tonight. I had made plans of my own. With how well behaved Taylor was all week, I trusted that everything would get done and there would be no issues. That’s no longer the case. I could change my plans if necessary, but that's also not very fair to me either."

"So I offered her a choice. Option one; I drive over there right now and bring her home, and her punishment proceeds as it should. Or option two; she can stay the rest of your Girl's Night, and I'll even forgo the grounding extension. But her punishment will take happen there, before we head home. She chose the latter."

Kate felt gobsmacked. "Over... here? You mean you're going to spank her at my place?"

"Well, if that's alright with you of course. If it's not, I'll simply cancel my plans and head there now. I just it would be the most fair to everyone involved, and  figured a little embarrassment would be preferable to a longer grounding for Taylor. And given what happened last month and how you took it, I thought this sort of thing wouldn't totally weird you out. You're free to say no guilt free; I don't want to make things awkward.”

"No!" she protested quickly. Her thoughts were aflame at the prospect of seeing a spanking in person again. "I mean, that's all alright with me. Sorry, I'm just a little surprised is all."

"I know" he replied sheepishly. "It's not something that I’d normally ask. You sure you’re okay with that?”

"Of course! It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Whatever you guys need to do, it’s fine by me.”

“That’s good to hear” he said gratefully. “Honestly though, I really shouldn’t even be considering it. It’ll be around midnight by the time I actually get there, and that’s before the punishment, which is going to take a while between corner time and the spanking. Maybe I should just get her now and forget it."

“I think it’ll be alright…” Kate disagreed. She was not going to let this opportunity slip through her hands. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve got nothing happening tomorrow, and already planned to be up late. It’s fine with me.”

“Maybe. But I also don't want to keep your neighbors up all night with the sounds of a spanking” Brent hummed, reconsidering his decision.

"It's fine" Kate tried again. "The place under me is empty, and I've never heard the neighboring apartments. Place seems to be soundproofed pretty good."

Brent exhaled on the other end of the call, sounding unconvinced.

There was a brief pause in the conversation, and desperate to avoid him changing his mind, Kate blurted out the words that would change the trajectory of the night. “Well, if there’s anything I can do to, y’know, make things easier or help out, just let me know! I just don't want you to ruin your night on account of this either.”

Brent was silent for a moment. Then his voice returned, with a hint of amusement. “Well that’s a very kind offer. Though I have to ask what exactly you mean by that.”

Kate felt her face flame up as she realized what she said, and had no clue how to answer him. “Well, if you need me to like, set anything up for you. Or if you have some kind of long lecture you want to do, I could take care of that I guess. Or… yeah never mind. Dumb idea” she sputtered.

She expected Brent to chuckle at her statement, but he was strangely quiet. Finally he answered. “Well, there is something you could do. Though I’d be crazy asking it of you.”

“It can get even crazier?” Kate joked.

“Surprisingly, yes. But…” he hesitated.

“It’s fine Brent” Kate, said, feeling emboldened. “We’re friends, and I’m already in the know about this stuff. Nothing you say is gonna weird me out.”

She heard him sigh to himself. Then…

“How do you feel about spanking your best friend?”

Kate stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to process his question. Were it not for the tone of his voice, she would have thought he was kidding. But he sounded completely serious.

“I-I’m sorry, w-what do you mean?” she found herself stuttering out.

“Not the full spanking mind you, I should have been clear” Brent quickly added. “But if you could take care of a portion of the punishment, the preliminary corner time and the warm up, then I’ll have a lot less to do when I get there. That way we might be able to get out of your hair before one in the morning.”

Kate’s brain was still a little fried, so she was slow to respond. “Yeah, I guess so, but… are you actually serious?”

“Completely. If this is way over the line, just let me know and I’ll drop it completely. I'm just weighing my options at this point; I didn't anticipate having this happen.”

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but she needed to sort things out before a decision was made for her. This was way more than she thought she was signing up for. She knew she enjoyed watching Taylor get spanked, but to do it herself? That was something else entirely.

It’s not as if it was a completely impossible notion. Part of her thought it might be fun to have that kind of temporary power over her friend; there were plenty of times in the years she had known Taylor that she had a selfish desire to take her down a notch or two. But it was also way outside her comfort zone, and felt like an overstepping of boundaries on her end.

“No, it’s not necessarily a problem…” she found herself saying, “it’s just, are you sure? Like, would Taylor be alright with that?”

“Well, I suppose there’s one way to find out. Where is she, at the moment?”

“She went to the bathroom after handing me the phone." Kate looked towards the hall. "I think she's still in there."

"I see” he responded. “Tell her I would like to speak to her again.”

“Sure” Kate answered. She walked back over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. “Taylor? Brent wants to talk to you again.”

The door quickly opened, and Taylor’s hand snaked out from the gap. Kate placed the phone in her hand, which quickly retreated back behind the door as it closed again.

Kate turned and took a few steps back, trying to stand within earshot of the bathroom, but not close enough to be obviously eavesdropping should her friend suddenly step out. Despite that, there was nothing but silence coming from the room for almost a full minute.

“You’re joking right?” she suddenly heard her say incredulously. “Like, are you actually being serious?”

A few moments passed, and then she spoke again. “Brent please, can’t we just handle this later? I’m not even asking to get out of it, but does it really have to be tonight?”

Whatever Brent said wasn’t received well, because after another minute of silence Taylor whined indignantly. “But those aren’t the only two options though. You’re just being a hardass for no good reason.”

Kate shifted on her feet nervously as she listened in. “No…” Taylor said softly, in a much more subservient voice. “No, sir.”

She was quiet for a few minutes, occasionally speaking in a voice so quiet that Kate couldn’t hear her without putting her ear to the door. Finally, the door creaked open, and Taylor’s hand slid out slowly holding the phone.

“He wants to speak to you again” she muttered dejectedly. Kate took the device from her again, and the door was quickly closed again.

“It’s Kate” she replied in a nonchalant tone.

“Well, she’s less than thrilled about the prospect, but she agreed in the face of the other options” he said. “So now I guess it’s just up to you. It’s completely your choice. I just need to know soon so I can determine how to proceed with the rest of the night.”

“Of course!” she said confidently. “Can you give me just a second?”

“Sure” he replied. Kate shuffled away down the hall and started to pace in the living room, considering the request.

On one hand, she felt that she shouldn’t really be considering it. This was Taylor and Brent’s dynamic, and she shouldn’t intrude on it anymore than she already had. Kate felt a little weird in participating in her punishment, and she didn’t want Taylor to start resenting her over it. She only had a voyeuristic interest in their relationship, and to be suddenly included felt wrong, in a way.

On the other hand, Kate wanted more than anything to witness another spanking, and she didn't want Brent changing his mind and robbing her of that opportunity. Taylor had agreed to it, as well. Moreover, she couldn’t deny that a small, devilish part of her was curious as to what it’d be like to spank her friend. Her interest and involvement in BDSM was still immature and underdeveloped, and who was to say that she wouldn’t enjoy stepping into that role, if only temporarily. She couldn’t deny to herself that she found her friend’s discomfort and embarrassment quite erotic last time; what would it be like to be the one causing it? Why shouldn’t she take the opportunity to explore all aspects of this lifestyle?

She reminded herself that Brent was waiting for an answer. She had to decide.

"If she's okay with it, then I'll do it" she answered before she could overthink it.

"Then that settles that" Brent exhaled in acceptance. 

"Sooooo, what is it that you want me to do, exactly" Kate asked after a pause. "Is there like an instruction manual for this kind of thing?"

"Unfortunately not" he sighed. "Fortunately, it's not a very complicated process. I'll text you a set of instructions to follow so you have something to reference, but in short; I'd like you to get her undressed for her punishment, have her do some corner time, and then give her a warm up spanking with your hand and a some kind of lighter implement. After that, put her back in the corner until I get there, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Seems... simple enough" she thought aloud.

"Yeah, in theory it's pretty easy. In practice, it can be a little more challenging, especially when a particular brat is involved. But with it just being a warm up, it shouldn't be too difficult" he explained. 

"Cool..." she mummered. "So do you want me to like... do 'it' now?"

"No. It would somewhat limit the effectiveness of the warm up if she had time to recouperate before I arrive. I'd like you to do it just before I leave, so that she's still a little sore when I get there." He paused for a moment. "You're sure you're alright with this?"

"Yeah!" Kate spoke with more confidence than she felt. "It's a little weird, sure, but it could be fun. Something I can cross off my bucket list at least."

"That's one way to think about it" he said sardonically. Then his voice evened out, taking a more serious tone. "One last thing. If you're going to step in for me, then I want you to take it seriously. I don't want you to let her off easy just because she's your best friend."

"Don't worry, I'll do my best" Kate said with a smile. 

"I hope so. I'd hate to get there and have to punish two sets of cheeks tonight" he joked. Kate's heart leapt into her throat at the playful threat.

"That'd certainly be unfortunate" she chuckled nervously. It was the only response she could muster, her brain largely preoccupied with analyzing whether or not he was serious.

"Well, I dont want to interrupt your night anymore than I already have. I'll leave you girls to it. I'll text you when I'm heading over, along with the instructions for you to follow. Again, sorry about all this!" he said.

"It's alright, not your fault. I... guess I'll be seeing you!" she replied brightly despite her nerves. Brent gave a goodbye, and the call ended.

Kate put Taylor's phone on the table and took a deep breath. She picked up her glass of wine and gulped the remaining liquid down in one movement. Her nerves were still a bit shaken, so she leaned back against the cushion and tried to comprehend the strange twist this normal night had taken.

She didn't have much time to process it alone. The bathroom door opened and Taylor finally walked out, her expression hard except for the cute embarrassed flush to her cheeks. She walked over to the couch and plopped into the seat, pointedly not looking over at Kate. They sat in silence, the TV volume turned down too low to hear.

"You okay?" Kate finally asked, not sure what else to say.

Taylor breathed in deeply, then exhaled slowly.

"I guess" she stated noncommittally, staring at the screen.

"...You want to talk about it?" Kate gently pushed.

"It's just bullshit!' Taylor blurted out, finally making eye contact with Kate. "Like, I get it. I fucked up, even if I didn't mean to. But it's just the stupid dishes. No one even cares if they're done now or later. It's not like it's a big deal."

Kate suppressed a slight smile. She was used to Taylor's rants, it was much more comforting to her than the awkward silence that made her feel as if she did something wrong.

"True" Kate nodded, "but I guess I understand Brent's reasoning. He allowed you out on a condition, and you didn't fulfill that condition totally." Taylor narrowed her eyes at her, and Kate held up her hands defensively. "I'm not saying I agree with him" Kate quickly defended herself, "just saying I understand his point."

Taylor breathed out heavily again. "Traitor. It's whatever, I guess. I kind of had a feeling this was coming, though I was hoping he wouldn't notice."

Kate frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I remembered that I forgot the dishes when we were talking earlier. But by the time I realized, it was too late to beat him home, and we already started drinking. I figured it was just one thing, why would that matter?" Taylor looked over towards Kate with a bitter smile. "Y'know, if you hadn't rushed me, I might have remembered to do them while I was there. Getting me spanked again, huh. Seems like you share in the blame."

"I absolutely did not rush you!" Kate protested. "Yeah, I made a few jokes, but you didn't tell me what you were up to until after we left!"

"Doesn't matter, still an accomplice" Taylor smirked. "I should tell Brent to give it to you too."

Kate felt her face go red, and she unconsciously crossed her legs. Her best friend smugly smiled at her for a moment, before her gaze drifted downwards and her expression dropped.

"...are you actually gonna do it?" Taylor grumbled, looking down at the table.

"Do what?" Kate asked, desperate to get the attention off of herself.

"Y'know... what Brent said" Taylor groaned, not wanting to say it fully.

It was Kate's turn to feel a little smug. "Oh, giving your bratty ass the spanking it deserves? That little thing?"

She smiled as Taylor's blush returned and she offered no quick witted response. She poured a bit more wine into her glass and sipped.

"Well, turning you over my lap does sound like a fun way to end the night" she teased, before answering honestly "but I don't want things to be weird between us if I do. I only agreed because Brent told me you consented to it. But if it's too much, than I can text him that I changed my mind."

Taylor continued to stare at the TV, clearly not paying attention to the drama onscreen. She remained quiet for half a minute before quietly answering.

"It's... fine. I really, really don't want you to, but at this rate the quicker all of this is finished, the better. If you don't, then it's gonna be like stupid late by the time Brent's done with me. That asshole likes to take his time. I'd rather just get it over with as fast as possible."

Kate sat in silence. Taylor looked back towards her, a small smirk back on her face. "Plus" she added jokingly, "Plus, all things considered, this is getting off easy. No extra grounding, and you won't be able to spank nearly as hard as him. I'll trade a little embarrassment if it means I can sit down tomorrow. Pick your battles and all that."

"Don't be so sure" Kate shot back, even though she knew she was right.

Taylor rolled her eyes leaned back again, grabbing her glass. "It's up to you though. I don't want you getting weird or high and mighty about it either. Try to hold this over my head, and I will knock you out one day."

She felt herself smile evilly again. "I do reserve the right to tease you about it from time to time. But it's nothing to get weird about. I'm just doing my friends a favor."

Taylor groaned. "A real friend would've tried to get me off the hook."

"And miss the opportunity to see you get your butt beat again? Never. Besides, if you didn't want to be spanked, you really should've just done all your chores" Kate mock lectured in her deepest voice.

Taylor rolled her eyes and groaned. "Great, now you're starting to sound like Brent too. Can't get away from him for a minute." That seemed to settle the matter. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV back up as if to drown out Kate's comments.

The night slowly continued on. Both girls were quiet at first, sitting in relative silence as the weight of what was to come loomed overhead. But as the minutes passed, conversation gradually started again, and soon the atmosphere had lightened, feeling much the same as their usual hang outs. Taylor was back to overreacting to every dumb decision the couples on the show made, and Kate was even able to convince herself for a time that this was just a normal night. But as the hours rolled by, the nervous tension started to build again. It was unspoken, but both girls were watching the clock as it ticked closer to the punishment.

It was just after eleven when Kate's phone buzzed against her leg. The argument on screen was instantly forgotten. Kate glanced over at Taylor, who was staring at her with an unreadable expression. She looked back down to her phone, and tapping the passcode opened the text from Brent.

Brent: Wrapping up over here, getting ready to make my way over. Are you ready?

Kate closed her eyes. This was hardly the way she thought tonight would go. But nervous as she was, she couldn't deny the slight excitement and building anticipation of what was to come.

Kate: Ready as I'll ever be!

Part 4 continued here.