Eyes of Dominance

Continuation of the series. Part One, Two, and Three linked here.

Kate looked back over towards Taylor, who continued to stare at her. Her friend's nerves must've started to get the best of her, because she groaned and grabbed one of the couch pillows tight in her arms. Kate's phone buzzed again.

Brent: Okay. Sending the instructions now. I'd like for them to be followed as closely as possible. If Taylor refuses to do something for you, you are to inform her that this is all coming from me, and that I will discipline her further for any insubordination.

Kate felt herself getting light headed at the surreal message. 

Kate: Will do!

Two long minutes until the next message came.

Brent: It'll take me about 40 minutes to get there, probably less. First, I want you to strip her of her clothes, and make her stand in the corner for 15 minutes. Then, take her over your knee and start the spanking. 5 minutes with your hand, 5 minutes with some sort of light implement. A kitchen spoon, a light hairbrush, whatever you have lying around. Don't hold back just because it's a warmup, I want to see some redness. Then put her back in the corner until I get there. I'll take it from there.

Kate: Alright. I'll do my best!

Kate didn't know what else to say. But she didn't have time to dawdle. This was happening, and now she was on a time limit. She finally mustered the strength to face Taylor again, who was adorably peeking over the pillow with an embarrassed glower on her face. Kate could easily see why Brent found her so cute.

"That was Brent" Kate said, trying to keep her voice steady and calm.

"Yeah, I could tell" Taylor said bitterly. Despite giving her consent earlier, now that the moment of truth was here Kate could tell she was upset about the circumstances again. Kate took a deep breath and tried to look stern. She was Brent's proxy in this situation; she didn't want to disappoint him and not live up to his standards.

"Well there's no point in getting an attitude about it now" she tried to admonish. "It's time to get started."

Taylor said nothing, nor did she stand or move from her spot on the couch. Despite being the one with no experience in this situation, Kate was going to have to step up in a big way.

She yawned nervously and stood. "Alrighty then. The first thing Brent wanted me to do was get you properly undressed for your punishment. Stand up, please."

Taylor rolled her eyes and pushed the pillow to the floor. She rose to her feet with a derisive sigh and began to pull her top off.

"Wait! W-what do you think you're doing?" Kate quickly interupted. Taylor looked at her as if she was stupid, shirt half pulled up her chest.

"Getting... undressed like you said?" she said with a questioning glare. 

"Brent said that he wanted me to strip you. I think that mean he wants me to do it."

"And is Brent here?" Taylor question, her voice full of sour derision.

Kate looked at her, somewhat confused. "Well no, but--"

"Then does it really matter?" Taylor continued. "It's not like he's gonna know, and I'm just doing this for convenience. It's not like it's a big deal." She pulled the shirt up and off and put her hands behind her back to her bra.

"Yeah, but that's not what he said" Kate tried again. "I told him that I was gonna follow his instructions, so I'd rather do it the way he wants me to."

"Trying to please my boyfriend that badly?" Taylor responded with a wry smile. "Do I have to be worried about something?"

Kate blushed at the insinuation. She was starting to feel a little annoyed. Rarely was she the target of her friend's ire, but she was starting to understand why Brent punished her for her attitude so often. Sometimes she was too bratty for her own good. She couldn't let Taylor rattle her.

She forced smile and shrugged her shoulders. She could play dirty too. "I'm just saying, if we don't do what he says, then I'm gonna have to explain that to him when he gets here. He told me to tell you that any insubordination would result in a harsher punishment from him."

"And why would you have to tell him, exactly?" Taylor countered. Her eyes narrowed as she stared down her friend, trying to judge if she was serious.

"Because I'm not gonna lie to him and have him find out somehow" Kate said with a self deprecating smirk. "I don't want my butt to be next on the chopping block, despite what you think."

"You keep telling yourself that" Taylor grumbled, but put her hands back in front of her. "Fine, but hurry up please. This is already embarrassing enough."

Kate suppressed a grin of victory, then rounded the coffee table over towards Taylor. This was going to be harder than I thought, she inwardly groaned. She knew that Taylor agreed to this mainly out of convenience, but she also assumed that Kate was doing this for her sake. And she couldn't blame her exactly, this was a bizarre situation for all parties. But for reasons she couldn't put into words, it also felt wrong for her to try to dodge the consequences of her actions. She was Brent's girlfriend, his submissive. It felt disrespectful of her to ignore his wishes just because he wasn't yet here to enforce them.

She walked around to Taylor's back and took a deep breath. Then she unhooked her friend's bra. She heard Taylor's breath hitch as the fabric fell to the floor, and a slight smile came back to her face. She could tell despite her bravado that Taylor was nervous, and that gave her the slightest bit of confidence. She was in charge by proxy right now, and didn't have to put up with Taylor's attitude if she just made that clear.

She didn't warn Taylor when she pulled her sweatpants down in one swift motion from behind. Taylor gasped as her pants crumpled around her ankles. Kate found herself eye level with her butt, clad in cute blue panties, almost the color of her eyes. Giggling to herself, she stood up and stepped away from her friend.

"Alright, young lady. Put your nose in that corner for fifteen minutes. No squirming or moving around" she said with authority, trying to mimic the way she'd imagine Brent would say it.

Taylor turned around, giving her a weird look. "First off, I'd really appreciate if you never ever called me 'young lady' again. That would be great. Second, we really don't have to do this. We can just like, wait until he's about to get here, than you can do... 'it' really quickly. There's really no reason for everything else."

Kate sighed and clicked her tongue, then walked back around the coffee table and grabbed her phone.

"Alright then. If you aren't gonna take this seriously, than we can just sit here and wait for Brent. You're right, we don't have to do this. Although, I feel obligated to let him know the reason why."

Taylor glared at her silently. "I would've never guessed my best friend was such a snitch" she finally growled. Then she sighed. "Fine then."

Kate looked up at her from her phone. "In the corner you go" she said sweetly. But Taylor didn't budge, giving her another weird look.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she finally said, and Kate frowned in confusion. Taylor's face flushed for a moment, and she gently snapped the waistband of her panties. "Didn't he say he wanted you to s-strip me?" she said, clearly embarrassed.

Kate thought about it a moment. The text did indeed say that, but that night in the hotel Brent had left her panties up until the moment of truth. She felt herself blushing when she recalled the reason why. She looked back to Taylor, deciding to do what she thought Brent would want.

"Well, when I watched you get a spanking, he pulled them down at the last minute. So... I guess that's what I'm gonna do too. After all, it would be really awkward for me to check for how excited you are any other way."

Taylor's expression froze. "I'm sorry, what? Let's be clear; you are not going to do that. That's not even something Brent does every time. It's completely unnecessary."

"It's what I saw him do last time, so it's what I'm gonna do too" Kate answered in an even voice. "You're free to say no and take your full punishment from him if you don't want to listen to me, though I guess that'll mean you'll be grounded a lot longer."

Taylor continued to glare at her, and despite herself Kate's nerves began to unravel. She could feel the tension building to an unbearable pressure, and wondered if she was the one being unreasonable here. She was starting to consider how to best compromise with Taylor, she didn't want her friend to start to hate her because of this. But then Taylor huffed in annoyance and strode off to the corner of the living room, putting her hands on her head with well practiced form.

Kate sighed in relief, then looked at the clock. She had fifteen minutes to prepare, and then she would be administering a spanking for the first time. She looked over the text Brent had sent her, and realized she needed something for the second half of the punishment. She quickly stood up and walked over to the kitchen to look around for something that could work. She had plenty of cooking spoons, but all of them were wooden, and she was reminded of Brent's anecdote about breaking so many across Taylor's bottom.

Not wanting to damage her cooking utensils and finding nothing else that could work, she crossed the apartment and went to her bedroom, noting that already Taylor was slouching in her spot. She wondered just how much of this attitude she regularly gave to Brent, or if it was all to undermine her brief moment of authority. She ignored it for now, entering her room and looking for something she could use. She looked through her myriad hairbrushes, but they all seemed a little flimsy and too lightweight for the job. She swatted her hand with a few, and practically felt no sting. She considered using one of her belts, but she wasn't sure if that constituted a warm up implement, and she didn't know how effective she would be with one without any real practice.

A few minutes had passed, and Kate was starting to worry. She went to grab the largest of her plastic brushes, deciding to try to make it work, but as she did noticed something under the edge of her dresser near the closet. She walked over and picked up one of her old flip flops. It had been laying in this corner of the room for quite some time underneath the mess. She picked it up; it was an old sturdy sandal, with a thick rubber sole. She swatted it against her hand, it wasnt perfect, but felt heftier than anything she had tested earlier. It would have to do.

Shoe in hand, she returned to the living room. Taylor was still in the corner, but her stance was relaxed into a different position. Kate checked her phone, she had a little over six minutes to go. She looked back over to Taylor.

"A-a few more minutes to go. Stand up straight, please."

Taylor sighed, but complied. Kate looked around the room, realizing that she didn't have anywhere convenient to do the deed. The coffee table blocked off the couch in an awkward way. So she went back to the kitchen and pulled one of the chairs around the small table into the living room. She sat down in it, phone and sandal in hand, and mentally prepared herself. Sooner than she was ready for, it was time. Kate steeled herself, and called over to Taylor. 

"Alright, your fifteen minutes is up. Get that butt over here."

Taylor turned around and looked at Kate. Kate could see the trepidation in her eyes, but her friend didn't show any hesitation as she walked over to her side.

"Let's get this over with" Taylor self consciously chuckled to herself, going to bend over Kate's lap, but Kate quickly held up a shaking hand.

"Wait a second! Aren't you forgetting something..." Kate said, unable to maintain eye contact.

Taylor looked confused, then embarrassed as she realized she was still wearing her panties. Kate could imagine her mortification as she stood there, imagining the roles reversed. She couldn't even fathom being in Taylor's position right now, how humiliating it must be for someone other than her partner to discipline her. Curiously, the thought brought back the tingling in Kate's own body, and she shifted uncomfortably in her own seat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"W-well, I think it's time for these to come down. Have you been getting... e-excited while waiting for your punishment?"

"Oh my god, Kate! Stop..." Taylor pleaded, red faced. "You really don't have to do all of this, let's just get this over with. Brent would really not care in the slightest."

Despite her personal mandate, Kate found herself nodding. She didn't want to push too much, and her false confidence had limits. "Well, I'm gonna see anyway, so it makes no difference if you answer or not" she reasoned. She put her hands into the waistband of Taylor's blue panties, and pulled downwards. A hiss escaped from Taylor's lips as the panties slid down to her knees, and Kate could see a bit of telltale wetness in the crotch of her underwear.

Taylor stepped out of her panties and, perhaps nerves getting the best of her too, quickly laid herself over Kate's lap. Kate looked down, the situation feeling surreal. She slowly put her left hand on Taylor's bare back, and cautiously reached out with her right and touched her bottom for the first time.

Taylor visibly jumped in place at her touch, but breathed deeply and stayed in place. Kate gently traced her fingers over her rear end, trying to build the courage to start. She could hardly imagine just how Taylor must feel right now. To have someone know you get spanked is one thing. For them to see it is another. But to have that person administer part of your punishment... 

She shook the thought free and looked at the clock on the wall. Five minutes with the hand, five minutes with the sandal. Brent said he would be around forty minutes, but she had no idea how traffic, or the lack thereof, would effect his travel time. She didn't have a whole lot of time to work with. Swallowing her trepidation, she raised her hand and lightly swatted Taylor's ass.

A light clap rung out, and Kate looked down at Taylor, expecting some sort of response. But her head hung low to the floor in silence. So she reared her hand back and smacked her again, harder this time, and then again, trying to build a rhythm. Slowly, the room was filled with the unmistakable sound of a spanking. 

Kate was filled with a heady swirl of emotions as she administered her first hand spanking. She felt a undeniable sense of power over her friend. A heavy weight of responsibility to do this right for Brent's sake. To be sure, there was some satisfaction in exercising her temporary authority over Taylor. It was a little fun smacking her admittedly very spankable behind. And yet, she felt little enjoyment from the act itself. There was barely any eroticism, no rush in the same way she had felt watching Brent punish her last month. She somewhat expected to feel something, even if it wasn't exactly the same emotion, but while doing this wasn't exactly unenjoyable, it didn't ignite the spark in the way she so desperately wanted. 

Perhaps it was the lack of a masculine presense. Or maybe the circumstances of that night were just special, she considered. It's possible that the unique cocktail of emotions and curiousity she had at the time of that spanking elevated the experience in her mind to something that could never be lived up to. She felt a small pang of disappointment at that possibility. Maybe she had built up this domestic discipline thing too much in her mind after that trip. Still, she had a job to do right now, and it would be irresponsible to falter because it wasn't living up to what she thought.

However, right now she felt quite inadequate at her job. Kate was not a very strong girl, and had no practice doing this before, so Taylor didn't shown any visible reaction to her punishment, even after almost a minute and a half of spanking. Kate knew she would not be able to match Brent in terms of strength or discipline, but she expected something, anything, from her naughty best friend. Her butt was taking on a light shade of pink, but she was completely relaxed and quiet over her lap. At this rate, she knew Brent would be disappointed in her efforts.

She was a little over halfway done the hand spanking, and Kate started to feel a little frustrated. The lack of any reaction was starting to get to her. Perhaps a little scolding would work. It was worth a shot, even if she felt ridiculous doing it. 

"Now Taylor, it's important to... follow the rules" she said in a flimsy attempt to sound authoritive. "You were a very... bad girl today."

She didn't know how she expected Taylor to respond, but it wasn't a fit of quiet giggles. 

"I-I'm sorry, is something funny?" she tried to sound tough, but failing to keep the waver out of her voice. 

"Nope, not at all" Taylor responded. Kate couldn't see her face, but she could hear her mocking smile. 

"Then why are you laughing?" she asked, continuing to spank. 

"It's just, nevermind" she still had a grin on her breath, and it was starting to irritate Kate.

"No really, I'd like to know" Kate pushed.

"It's nothing. You're just... adorable" she chuckled.

Kate stopped spanking, struck by the absurdity of the comment. "T-thanks?" Kate replied questioningly. "Not sure why you're thinking about that now though."

Taylor adjusted herself while tightening her hair bun. "It's just cute that after all that talk, this is the best you have. But it's fine, go ahead and do your thing" she waved her hand sarcastically before putting it back on the floor.

Kate felt her pulse beginning to quicken again. She knew that Taylor was talking shit to regain some sort of dignity and control over the situation, however meager that may be. It was an obvious bait, but given that Kate knew she wasn't doing the best job, it stung her pride all the same.

Fine then. Two can play that game.

"Well, you know I've never done this before" Kate stated matter of factly, starting to smack again. "Blame my lack of experience. The same can't be said for you, though. Maybe you would be feeling it a bit more if you weren't so used to getting your butt smacked. Must be kind of embarrassing to have to get this so often, isn't it?"

"... shut up" Taylor groaned defensively.

"Really," Kate ignored her, "it's honestly pretty humiliating that you can barely go a week without needing to be punished. I kinda always assumed you acted up because you liked being spanked, but now I can see that you really can't help yourself."

"Fuck off, Kate" Taylor muttered.

"What was that? Something else I'm gonna have to tell Brent about?" Kate questioned. She expected another smart mouth response from Taylor, but she just sighed and kept quiet. Kate looked at the clock, it was about time to end the hand spanking.

She leaned down and picked up the flip flop off the floor. She wasn't sure how effective it would be, but it was too late to turn back now. She tapped the shoe against her friend's slightly pink rear. Striking while the iron was hot, she brought the sandal down with as much force as she possibly could.

The shoe was flexible, but the rubber sole landed with a satisfying thwack. She hoped that meant it had some bite to it, as she started smacking away anew. She tried to pace herself through the second half of the spanking with steady, spaced out swats. She had begun to fell fatigue in her arm after smacking away for close to six minutes, and didn’t want to run out of gas too soon. She could feel Taylor beginning to shift and readjust herself across her thighs. Perhaps the sandal did have some kick to it after all. Still, she had no vocal response, and the squirming was far less than she had seen her do over Brent’s lap. 

She tried prodding a reaction with teasing again. “No more giggles or smartass comments now, huh. Starting to hurt?”

Taylor breathed deeply in exasperation. “I mean, what do you want me to say exactly? It makes no difference anyway.” 

“I-I suppose not” Kate conceded. She briefly stopped swatting her with the sandal and poked her buttcheek with a finger.“Your butt's starting to have a very pretty blush to it. Must be getting a little sore.”

“Jealous, are we?” Taylor said snidely, and Kate felt another pang of irritation as she resumed spanking.

“I'm not sure why I would be” Kate deadpanned.

“Sure…. Keep telling yourself that” the girl over her lap muttered, more to herself than to Kate.

Kate brought the sandal down sharply, feeling put on the spot again. “What exactly is so enviable about your current position?”

Taylor sighed again, but didn’t respond, continuing to stare down at the carpet. Despite the fact that she was administering the punishment, Kate felt like the one being chastised. Both her and Taylor knew she was well out of her depth, but there was nothing to be done about it at this point. Not knowing what else to say, Kate continued the spanking. 

The last minutes of the punishment rolled by rather quickly. Kate was too in her own thoughts to do anything but function off auto pilot. When the five minutes were finally up, she took a moment to inspect her work. Taylor’s butt had a warm, soft pink glow to it, with faint outlines of a deeper shade where the edge of the flip flop had landed awkwardly. It was hardly anything to be proud of, but it would have to do. 

Kate stretched and tried to sound nonchalant. “Okay, time's up. Brent wants you in the corner until he gets here to finish the job” she said, leaning back in her chair. Taylor quickly pushed herself off her lap and quickly turned away from Kate, seeming almost eager to go back to the solitude of the wall. Perhaps the experience was more embarrassing for her than she let on. 

With her job effectively finished, Kate didn’t exactly know what to do with herself. She knew Brent would be there in a few minutes, but she didn’t know exactly what he planned on doing for the “main event,” so she didn’t really want to move the chair. Still, sitting there in the middle of the room felt awkward, so she got up and sat back down on the couch. She turned up the volume on the TV and pretended to focus on the show again until he got there.

Only five minutes had passed before she heard a knock on the door. Taylor visibly jumped at the sound, and Kate found herslef smiling as she stood up. She had been so focused on her own failure to deliver a meaningful punishment that it had slipped her mind that she was now in the same position as she was last month in that hotel. And this time, she was obstensibly allowed to be here. Her own efforts had left her feeling dejected, but perhaps the night could still deliver some entertainment after all.

She opened the door and waved Brent inside.

“Sorry, I’m a bit early” he said with a polite smile. “Traffic wasn’t bad, and I didn't want to delay. I hope I’m not interrupting?”

“Nope, we just got done a few minutes ago” she responded, gesturing towards Taylor as they walked into the living room. Brent gave her a quick once over with his eyes before returning his gaze to Kate, stripping off his coat and hanging it on the nearby chair. 

“Sorry” she quickly said as she looked over to her friend. “I tried, but didn’t exactly do the best job…”

He looked back to his girlfriend and studied her again with quick, discerning eyes. “That’s alright. She’s admittedly a little less red than her normal warm up, but it’s to be expected. You did fine given the circumstances.” He turned back towards Kate with a reassuring smile. “She didn’t give you a hard time, did she?” 

She bit her tongue as she considered her response. Her first instinct was usually to protect Taylor; they were best friends and partners in crime, after all. She did technically do what was asked of her. And yet, Kate was still a little irritated at Taylor's attitude towards her. She was only trying to do what all parties had agreed to, and yet Taylor saw fit to give her a hard time. And despite their time being best friends, Kate had not built up an immunity to Taylor's antics being aimed at her specifically. She wasn't going to let Taylor get off scotfree for being a brat to her, and her own administered spanking was hardly recompense. Her selfish desire to see Brent put her in her place was surely only secondary.  

“Well, to be honest it was kind of a mixed bag” she answered with a soft, innocent lilt. “She did technically do everything I asked of her, after a bit of prodding. But she did try to talk herself out of it, and gave me quite a bit of sass in the process. Even made fun of me a bit."

Taylor looked like she wanted to turn around at the accusation, and Kate could feel the glare she would receive if she did so. She hid her smile as Brent turned back to his partner.

"Is that true, Taylor?" he asked with a dark expression. "Did you give her a hard time?"

The girl squirmed in her place at the corner. “No!” came her slightly muffled voice. “She's just trying to get me punished more...” 

“Are you calling her a liar?” he asked.

Taylor sighed in frustration. “I don't know. Not really?"

Brent crossed his arms and glared at her. "So you didn't give her a hard time, but she's also not lying. Which is it, young lady?"

Taylor bent at the knees, clearly hating being called that. "She was being mean to me. And I wasn't that bad."

“You weren't that bad?" he replied. "You know what I expect from you during a punishment. Did you act in a way that I wouldn’t have tolerated?”

Taylor whined into the wall, but didn’t respond. Brent apparently wasn’t going to allow her to not answer, as his voice dropped dangerously low as he asked again. “Taylor…”

The poor girl wriggled in embarrassment again, but finally acquiesced. “Yes, sir.”

 “So you are telling me that even after I gave you permission to go out while grounded, and gave you an alternative punishment to the one you earned for yourself, you still couldn't behave yourself” Brent said, shaking his head.

“It's not even fair. I only forgot to do one thing. I’ve been good all week” she pleaded in response.

“Nope, we are not revisiting this conversation. I already bent the rules for you; you are owed nothing given the circumstances” Brent said sharply. He looked back to Kate. “Can you give me one moment?  I need to run out to the car to grab something. I didn’t think I would need it, but it seems I was wrong.”

“No, go ahead. I’ll keep an eye on her” Kate smiled, trying to mask her growing excitement. She had been watching their exchange with bated breath. The tension in the room was electric as Brent rebuked Taylor’s efforts to downplay her behavior, and Kate was beginning to feel a familiar sensation pooling in her belly. She smugly stood by the chair as Brent quickly left through the door, and the silence was deafening as both girls waited for his return. When he did step back inside, it was with a rather large wooden hairbrush firmly in his grasp. 

“I was hoping to just use my belt tonight, but it seems we have to have a little conversation involving this first.” He walked over the the chair Kate placed in the center of the room and sat down. Kate backed up and took a seat on the couch nearby, enthralled. 

“Young lady, come here. Let’s not waste any time; it’s late enough as is” Brent commanded.

Taylor turned around, hands immediately dropping from her head to her privates for modesty as she turned around. But she froze in place the second she saw what Brent had in his hands.

“Brent, please; not that… I said I’m sorry already.”

Brent gave her a stony glare. “And I told you that you earned a good, hard spanking already. Doubly so now that I hear that you couldn’t even behave yourself for your best friend.”

Taylor glanced quickly over towards Kate in a panic, but must've realized she was on her own. “Okay, I might have been a bit of a brat about it, but this doesn’t seem proportional to what I did.”

“It’s a shame for you that it’s not your decision, then” Brent replied. “Besides, I think you need a bit more color before you feel my belt. Now stop whining and come here."

Pale faced, Taylor shuffled slowly over to her boyfriend’s side. Kate watched intently as Brent looked up from his seat at her with a disapproving stare.

“I am very disappointed, Taylor. I have done more than enough in giving you the benefit of the doubt, and yet here we are” he lectured her. 

Taylor continued looking at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

“Now it’s almost midnight, and part of the point of this was to get it over and done with before it gets too late. So this is not going to be a long spanking, but it is going to be a hard one. Do you understand?”

“…yes sir” Taylor mumbled with her head down. 

“Is there something you would like to say to Kate before we begin?” Brent asked pointedly, nodding in her direction. But Taylor didn’t respond, keeping her gaze affixed to the carpet.

Brent waited for a few moments, then sighed deeply. “Fine then. We’ll check back in a few minutes. First things first though.” He patted his lap. “Over my knee.”

The girl to be punished groaned, but leaned over his legs and settled across his lap. Brent spent a moment adjusting his naughty girlfriend’s position over his knee. Kate was sitting across from them, facing Brent directly from across the coffee table. She could see the side of Taylor’s flushed, embarrassed face from this angle, and they shared a quick glance as Brent angled her butt up and above the rest of her body by hiking his leg up. Then he took aim with the hairbrush, tapped it three times to her backside, and let the first swat fly.

The sound of the smack startled Kate; it was far louder than she thought it would be, but she would be hearing plenty of it as Brent started quickly swatting away with the wooden implement. Either he was serious about getting this done quickly, or he was supremely pissed, because there was barely any space between spanks, the furious pace raining down on Taylor’s poor behind.

The effect was immediate; it took less than half a minute for Taylor to start whining and twisting on her boyfriend’s lap. Kate could already see splotched red outlines starting to form on her butt from the onslaught. Brent worked diligently, administering the spanking like a man possessed. Very quickly Taylor’s hands started to flex and grasp in front of her; Kate could see from her pained expression that she was trying very hard not to reach back and try to protect her now twice spanked bottom. But Brent paid her no mind, and continued his work with no mercy.

Kate’s heart jumped in rhythm to the gun shot like cracks of the hairbrush, and she fought very hard not to squirm in her own seat as desire flamed to life inside of her. Not twenty minutes ago she was slightly disappointed by her body's lack of response to her own efforts to discipline Taylor. Now she could hardly pull her eyes away. She didn’t know if it was because a man was involved now, or if she truly preferred watching to participating, but she was very quickly becoming aroused by the sight in front of her again. And now that desire eclipsed any other thought.

Her hand started to unconsciously dip between her legs, and she bit her tongue as a moan almost escaped her lips as she brushed against her own slit through the fabric of her sweatpants. Sitting across from Brent, it would be quite obvious to him if she did anything more than that, but Kate had to relieve some of the building tension within her. She knew it was wrong to touch herself in a moment like this, but she just couldn’t help it. So she crossed her legs in front of her body to hide the subtle movements of her fingers deftly rubbing herself in plain sight.

Brent had not let up at all in his efforts, and Taylor was starting to come undone. In spite of Kate’s lackluster performance, she was still somewhat sore from the warm up, and the jump in intensity must’ve felt unbearable. Her hips bucked with each swat and the first apologies started pouring from her lips.

“Ah! Okay I’m sorry! Ooo! Ow! Babe, it was just the dishes… this fucking hurts! Please, I’ll do them when I get home…” she whined and whimpered, just audible over the loud crack of the brush.

“If it were just about the dishes, then this wouldn't be necessary” Brent disagreed. “You are grounded, and you know what a spanking while being grounded entails; it's supposed to be more painful. On top of that, you couldn’t behave yourself for Kate. I have given you every possible affordance I could tonight. Forgetting chores is a regrettable mistake, but willful disobedience is another.”

Taylor glanced over towards Kate, her face red with embarrassment and exertion. They locked eyes for a moment, until a hard smack sent the naughty girl sputtering more apologies.

“Okay okay, I get it! I'm sorry, okay!”

“You better be, because if I ever have to do this again I will be caning you” he promised. “I gave Kate my blessing to administer a warm up in my stead, and you agreed to it. Disrespecting her is the same as disrespecting me. I didn’t allow her to discipline you so you could get off easier.”

“Alright!” Taylor cried out. Her right hand unconsciously reached behind her as her left tried to push off the floor. But Brent easily snatched and pinned her wrist to her back and continued spanking. 

“So you are going to apologize to Kate, or we are going to be here all night. Your butt is already starting to mark up quite nicely, I wouldn't wait much longer."

Taylor bit her lip hard and looked down at the ground. Kate could tell her pride was throughly wounded by the idea that she owed an apology. But soon agony won out and Taylor groaned loudly.

“Fine, I’m sorry Kate!” she bitterly sputtered.

“Sorry for what?” Brent pushed.

Taylor’s face flushed again. “I’m sorry for being a brat to you…” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Brent stopped spanking and looked to Kate, who tried to look innocent and hide where her fingers were currently lodged.

“Well Kate, do you accept her apology?” he asked. “I’m thinking she’s looking just about ready for the belt, but if you think otherwise, I can give her another minute…”

Taylor stared at the carpet, refusing to look up as Kate considered the choice. The horny part of her desperately wanted to see her friend get her ass painted black and blue, if only to satisfy her own perverse urges. But empathy won out; she didn’t want to push her friend so far as to resent her any more then she already might.

“Yeah, I think she’s learned her lesson” she stated agreeably. “I don’t really mind how she acted towards me; I just thought it was rather disrespectful of your wishes. I forgive her.”

“Then that’s that” he stated simply. Three final hard swats rung out, and he put down the hairbrush on the table. He looked down to the naughty girl across the his lap. 

“Now that we're all on the same page, we can finish this” he said, patting her ass. He looked over to Kate with a questioning look in his eye. “This is a little bit awkward to ask, but do you mind if we move to your bedroom for this last bit? The couch is a little awkward for what I have planned."

Kate sat up straight, subtly pulling her hand from her crotch and straightening her legs. “Oh, sure! It’s a little messy in there, but I don’t mind you using it…”

“Okay then. Taylor, stand up” he commanded. “Make your way into her room, and lay on your back. You know how you’re getting it, so get in position.”

Taylor’s eyes went wide, and she made no effort to get up from her position.

“Please, sir, I’ve learned my lesson” she pleaded. “I won’t forget my chores, and I won’t disrespect you or her again. Let’s just please go home…”

Brent looked back down to her butt thoughtfully. “Well, if you don’t want to get up, then I guess we aren’t quite finished with this” he said as he reached for the hairbrush.

“Fine, I’m going!” she exclaimed, pushing herself off his lap and practically running for the bedroom. Kate got the first full look at her butt as she scampered away down the tiny hall. Her ass was a canvas of deep red splotches. The hairbrush spanking had lasted a little less than three minutes, yet it looked like her behind had been through an ordeal. 

Brent sighed and stood up, hands at his waist. Kate watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. He folded it over in his hand, and Kate felt her nerves return as they were the only ones in the room. He turned towards her and gave her a reassuring smile.

"I hate to keep saying it, but I'm sorry for interrupting your night with all this" he said sheepishly. Kate found the contrast of his shy smile and his domineering stance with the belt in hand strangely endearing.

"Don't worry about it" she smiled back. "It's certainly made things more interesting."

"I guess that's true" he conceded. "Well, this shouldn't take long. You're free to wait out here if you want."

Kate's grin grew wider despite her best efforts. "And miss the grand finale?"

He shrugged. "I thought as much. Just wanted to give you the option." 

Kate stood up from the couch, her legs slightly wobbly, and followed him to her bedroom. She was inwardly a little embarrassed at the state of her room. She hadn't thought that anyone would be seeing it other than her, and so clothes, blankets, and coffee mugs were strewn about the space. She considered that such a messy space might qualify her for a spanking if she was in a relationship like Taylor's, and her spine shivered at the thought.

As she followed Brent through the threshold of the door and into the room, however, all thought was stricken from her. Taylor was laying at the foot of her bed, on her back with her legs raised high into the air and parted, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her face was turned away facing the wall, but Kate could see the mortification clear as day on her face. Kate was glad she was facing away and that Brent was in front of her, because her own face must've turned scarlet at the sight in front of her. She quickly sidled up against the far wall as Brent took his place at her side. He snapped the belt sharply, causing both girls to visibly jump.

"Right. Let's get this done nice and fast. Keep your legs up, wide, and out of the way. The more you try to move out of position, the longer it's going to take. Understood?"

Taylor kept looking at the far wall. "Yes, sir" she mumbled.

Brent nodded, snapped the belt one more time, then took a practice swing to make sure the belt had room to move. Taylor bit her lip and closed her eyes as he lined up the first stroke. Kate held her breath as he cocked back his arm and with almost blinding speed brought the belt whipping down across Taylor's ass.

A pained whimper escaped Taylor's lips as the leather snapped against her sore skin. Brent took no time in bringing the belt back and striking her again and again, the leather flying back and forth through the air in an almost elegant fashion. Kate watched, mesmerized, by the display. She couldn't even imagine how her best friend felt at the moment, she must be absolutely humiliated getting such a harsh punishment in front of her in such an indecent position. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable. She leaned back against the wall and frustratedly rubbed her thighs together. She hoped neither of them would notice.

Taylor was able to hold it together for the first half dozen strokes. But as the belt continued swishing up and down across her bottom, her composure started to suffer, and her legs began to shake and drop under the onslaught. Then Brent switched his focus to her upper thighs, and she couldn't hold back her yelps and gasps. Kate winced sympathetically as he struck up and down Taylor's sit spots over and over until it was too much for the girl and she dropped her legs.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Please... I've learned my lesson..." she groveled, kicking her feet while holding them protectively over her ass.

Brent had a sympathetic expression, but didn't budge. "Taylor, you're over halfway done, so this is the only warning you're going to get. If you can't hold position, then I'm going to ask Kate to hold your legs for you. Get them back up."

Taylor looked up at him pleadingly, the first time she looked at either of them. They locked eyes meaningfully for a few moments, a silent conversation between them. Then she whimpered pitifully and slowly raised her legs back into position, her eyes closed in acceptance.

Brent quickly resumed the spanking, and soon the room was filled with the crack of the belt and the whines of the naughty girl. Kate winced in sympathy as each crack of the belt seems to grow louder, and frustrated tears began to slide down the sides of Taylor’s cheeks. The moment seemed to stretch on infinitely, until suddenly Brent tossed the leather to the side, and loomed over his girlfriend. 

He began to rub at her bottom, plastered with thick red welts over the canvas of sore crimson skin. Taylor flinched and groaned at his exploring hand, but didn’t dare drop position.

Brent tilted his head towards Kate. “Well, I think this looks like a very well spanked bottom on a very sorry girl. What do you think?”

Kate gingerly extracted herself from the wall and shuffled over towards the bed. She was transfixed by the pretty hues of Taylor’s punished bottom. And yet she felt a deep pit of guilt within her belly, second only to the arousal coursing through her. 

Taylor had earned her spanking on her own merits, that much was undeniable. Kate’s influence had no bearing on that fact. But perhaps she shouldn’t have been so eager to throw her friend under the bus as she did, regardless of how she acted towards her. She told herself that she was doing it out of an obligation to do right by Brent, but that was just a justification to cover for the fact that she wanted to see Taylor get spanked hard. Everything else was a means to that ends. Taylor shouldn’t have sassed her like she did, but looking down at her friend splayed in front of her, dignity all but stripped away, she felt empathy.

“Yeah, quite well punished” she smiled through her complicated feelings. Brent nodded and looked back down towards Taylor. 

“You can stand up and get dressed. You’re going to be sitting on a very sore bottom on the way home, so we’ll eschew  corner time for the night.”

Taylor winced as she sat up and shakily pushed herself to her feet. Without making eye contact with either of them she shuffled out to the living room where her clothes were still strewn about. Brent sighed to himself and began to fasten his belt back to his jeans. He looked up and smiled wryly at Kate, who was caught watching him intently. She must’ve had a look on her face, because he turned towards her and asked a question with a soft voice.

“Everything alright?” 

Kate tried to smile, but her warring emotions were getting the better of her. “Yeah, I guess. I just feel a little bad for her.”

Brent inquisitive smile faded, and he looked out the bedroom door into the living room. “I understand. Punishment can bring out some complicated feelings. Even I’m not immune to it. But she did earn it, even if it seems harsh in the moment. Letting her off the hook doesn’t help her, even if it feels like it.”

Kate looked down and nudged a stray sock under the bed out of view with her foot. Despite being in her own room, she felt as if she was an intruder.

“No, I get that. I just feel like maybe this wouldn’t have happened if, y’know, tonight wasn’t Girl’s Night, I didn’t rush her to leave, I hadn’t volunteered myself to help out with… this” she waved her hand widely. “Just feel like I’m somewhat responsible too. I hope she doesn’t hold it against me.”

Brent studied her with a surprisingly intense expression. Kate suddenly felt the need to ask for something, something that had been rattling around in her subconscious for the past month. The words almost came out, caught in her throat at the last moment. She fought with what she desperately wanted to say, and the mortification of actually saying it.

Brent too looked as if he had something on his mind. But then his expression softened again, and he sat on the bed. “If you’re that worried, why don’t you go out there and talk to her about it? I can give you guys a few minutes to hash things out before we leave.”

Kate considered the offer. "Yeah, that might help. I just need a minute or two, nothing major. She'll probably get mad at me for anything more."

“Sure, that's no problem” he answered affirmatively. He stood up with a stretch, then nodded towards the hallway. “Mind if I use the restroom before we head out?”

“No, go ahead” she smiled. Brent walked out of the room, and Kate was by herself. She steeled herself, and went out to the living room.

Taylor was standing by the couch, mostly dressed. She was pulling on her shirt as Kate entered the room and so didn’t know who it was that joined her. When her eyes met Kate’s, she sighed and went to grab her shoes. Kate felt uneasy; for the last hour or so they had been on unequal ground. Now that she had to confront her as a best friend again, not as a naughty girl to be punished, she was nervous.

"So that was... intense" she said lamely. Taylor gave her a dirty look as she returned to the couch with her shoes in hand. She grimaced in discomfort as sat down and slipped them on one by one.

"I'm glad it was entertaining for you" she mumbled bitterly.

"It had it's moments" Kate snarked back without thinking. She was so used to bantering back and forth with Taylor that she couldn't help herself. She coughed and tried again. "But that's not what I'm trying to say. I just didn't realize he would be that severe with you."

"Uh huh" Taylor answered disponently, not looking up at her.

She tried again, resolving to be more direct. "I just want to know if you're alright. I kinda feel bad for mentioning our little argument. Probably should have kept that between us, considering that I'm slightly to blame for tonight. Well, not exactly; they weren't my chores, but I guess--"

"Is this an apology, or are you trying to rub my nose in it?" Taylor interrupted sardonically. 

"No!" Kate sputtered. "I mean, yeah, kind of. The apology, not the second one."

Taylor looked up at her. She looked as if she was considering her words. Finally she sighed. "Well, I can't say that I'm not a little mad at you. Not for 'this' happening, that's my fault. I accept that. I can't complain about your involvement either, I agreed to it. But I am a little mad that you involved Brent in our business. I mean yeah, I was a little snarky to towards you; you were to me too. But you're supposed to be my best friend, and you straight snitched to Brent immediately."

Kate sat down at the couch, right where she had sat for most of the night. "Well, I thought I was doing what Brent wanted. I was standing in for him, so I wanted to do things right."

"Yeah, but I feel like you were being more loyal to him than you are to me. Even if you were the biggest bitch in the world to me, I would've never thrown you under the bus like that" she continued.

Kate listened to her complaint solemly. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't know if it was the wrong thing to do exactly, but we should've settled it between us." She forced herself to look her friend in the eye. "I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."

Taylor pouted and folded her arms. "You better. I'm not gonna be able to sit tomorrow. This ride home is gonna suck."

Kate felt herself smile. "You want one of my pillows for a cushion?"

"And listen to Brent make fun of me for it the rest of the week? Hard pass" she huffed. "Speaking of..." her voice lowered, as the bathroom door opened and Brent stepped out.

The room was quiet as he threw back on his coat and Taylor stood up and waited by the door. Brent offered to help pick up the mess the girls had created in the living room, but Kate turned him down. It was a little past twelve, and she had no desire to clean anything herself until the morning. It was a problem for tomorrow. Brent once again offered his apologies, and after a quick goodbye left with Taylor in tow. The sudden silence struck Kate hard. She had not been by herself since the morning, and after the whirlwind of a night, the tranquility made her feel uneasy. She noted that the TV was still playing their show, now multiple episodes ahead. She turned it off, and dumped the remainder of their glasses. The rest would have to wait.

One thing could not wait, however. Now alone, Kate had an urge to satisfy. She quickly locked her door, then hurried back to her bedroom. She rooted around her closet until she found the black box hidden within the unorganized clothes. Opening it, she pulled out the vibrator inside and started to disrobe, the ache between her legs getting worse each passing moment. 

Her head abuzz with need and slight drunkeness, she laid back on her bed and pressed the vibrator to her needy clit, gasping as the sensation buzzed through her. The events of the night flashed vividly through her head. She bit her lip and began to glide the head of the toy around the sensitive bundle of nerves. It felt slightly wrong getting off so quickly to her friend's misery, but she couldn't help herself. The guilt mixed with her horniness and she bit her lip as she groaned into the open air. 

She thought about how Taylor had received her belting on this very bed. The very image of it was seared into her mind. An intrusive thought crept up in her brain, and she felt herself squirm with embarrassment. She would never do something so demeaning, even alone. And yet, the urge grew stronger. She tried to fight it, but the desire swirling within her, usually suppressed, bubbled to the surface, and she could not deny it's allure any longer.

Kate slid herself down to the edge of the bed, right where her best friend had been laying. Feeling ridiculous but unable to stop herself, she hiked her legs into the air just as Taylor had been positioned. Then she closed her eyes and lowered the vibrator to her pussy again, this time imagining herself being Taylor, a naughty girl about to receive a spanking from her boyfriend.

A deep moan bubbled up from her chest as the night played through her mind again, but this time she was the recipient. She imagined Brent standing above her, belt in hand, readying the first stroke. Thinking about the view she was giving him made her face flush with embarrassment. The sound of the belt rang out in her imagination, followed by the imagined pain. It must hurt terribly given how Taylor reacted, she herself had no chance holding back a girlish cry. But she better get used to it, there would be no time to brace herself as he would bring the implement down again and again across her bottom mercilessly. 

Her legs started to curl as the vibrations traveled up and through her body, but she dutifully straightened them again, surely she would be punished harder if she got out of position. What would he think of how wet she was? She couldn't hope to hide it from him with her pussy on such lurid display. She imagined her butt growing immeasurably sore as she felt the bite of the belt suddenly across her thighs. She would have no say in how long the punishment would be, she forfeited that right when she decided to break the rules. She would be completely at the mercy of the man above her.

The orgasm came embarrassingly fast and hard. Her legs spasmed in the air and snapped together as the waves of pleasure washed over and through her entire body. Her thoughts became muddled in ecstasy, fantasy and reality melded together in a messy soup within her mind. Her wanton voice filled the room as her body pulsed for several seconds.

Eventually the last traces of electricity burned through her system, and with it the rest of her energy. She laid back against the blankets, now damp with her sweat, and sighed. That was the most visceral orgasm she had in months. She knew the reason why, and though it scared her, she couldn't hope to fight it any longer. She had put up a barrier against the idea from the very start, but in her slightly inebriated state, she finally found the courage to admit it to herself.

The reason she was so interested in her best friend's relationship was because she too desired to be spanked.

She wasn't sure what that meant, and she was too tired to figure it out tonight. She crawled backwards up the bed and placed the vibrator on the nightstand. Another thing to worry about tomorrow. She lifted the blanket and rolled under into its warmth. Sleep was not far off, but her thoughts were still on her long denied revelation. 

What did this mean? What would she do about this? Just how far did these desires go? Her mind was swimming with questions; despite a part of her knowing all along that this was her desire, now that she was being honest with herself, she had no idea how to proceed. She knew this wasn't something she could ignore at this point. But she wasn't exactly going to ask some random guy to smack her ass. She needed someone who knew what they were doing. 

She of course knew of one individual that fit the bill. But the thought of that both scared and excited her. What would her best friend think about such a proposition? She was the one frequently alluding to her secret desire. But would she judge her for actually admitting it, and asking about such a thing?

She couldn't worry about it now. Her mind was too fuzzy to form coherent thoughts anymore. She turned her head and rested her cheek on the pillow, resolving to talk to Taylor later in the week about all this, after she had time to think. Kate closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, feeling in her heart that the next time she was present for a spanking, her rear end would be the one in danger.