Sarah Challenges Shirley - Part 2

[sgtjoe]

19-year-old Sarah lives under house arrest in the home of her firm 29-year-old sister Shirley and strict brother-in-law, Seargent Joe.
Previous stories are:
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2093 Sarah's House Arrest Begins (M/F in a thong)
http://www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/v ... f=3&t=2094 Sarah's First Few Days (M/F, fully nude, more severe)
Sarah Challenges Shirley - Part 1 (F/F scenes as well as an M/F scene and sex between the disciplinarians)

Today's story concludes Sarah's punishment by Shirley, with a follow-up by Joe.


It was 3 PM and Sarah had not requested any of her punishments yet. Shirley opened the topic. "Isn't there something you've been meaning to ask me, young lady? I don't think you want to wait until Joe's home for this."

"OK, Shirley", Sarah sighed. "You can give me the first spanking."

"I do not need your permission. Remember?" Shirley lifted Sarah's chin like she were a child, making her look her in the eye. "You are required to ask properly for your punishment. Of course, if you want to act up, I can add to it as much as is needed."

"And tell Joe about it, I guess." Sarah grimaced. "I don't like undressing in front of him. It's not like he'd ever violate me ... but ... it's embarrassing."

"Of course it's embarrassing. He's not your man. Now I like undressing in front of him, but that's different." Shirley smiled.

"I bet you don't like undressing for spankings. Or doesn't he make you undress?"

"Oh, no, I don't like that. And, yes, mine are naked. No fun at all. But it's been over 3 years since my last one and I'll just try to keep counting!" She turned her attention back to Sarah. "Now, you were about to ask me something?"

Sarah figured she'd stalled as long as she could. "Shirley, please give me my first spanking."

"Sarah, you're supposed to address how you'll be clothed for that spanking. You're also to address what I will use on your bottom."

The angry light flashed in Sarah's eyes, but she obeyed. "Shirley, please order me naked and spank me with that spoon."

"Very well. Everything off." Sarah began with her t-shirt, then her bra. She grimaced as she unfastened her new belt and removed her jeans, then her black lace panties. When Sarah stood naked Shirley gave the next order. "Go get me the spoon. Now turn and touch your toes."

Sarah obeyed and Shirley stepped up beside her. She tapped the spoon a couple times on Sarah's left cheek, then brought it down with a sharp 'snap'. The second was a little harder on the right. The third swat found the same spot as the first and Sarah bounced upright grabbing at her bottom.

"Ow, Shirley, that was the same spot!", Sarah cried.

"Yup!", Shirley answered, smacking her at mid-thigh. "Get back in position and I'll start over on the same spot."

"No!", Sarah yelled, turning to face her sister. "You've got to spread them out, not in one spot!"

Apparently she didn't consider that it wasn't just her bottom that was bare. Shirley realized it, though, and her next swat was on the left upper thigh. "I don't 'got to' do anything, Sarah. You must submit to your punishment." Sarah's right thigh received the next swat.

But she wasn't giving up yet. She retreated behind a recliner. "Promise me you won't put 2 on the same spot and I'll come out."

Shirley went to Sarah's pile of clothes and pulled her belt from her jeans. Why had Sarah bought such a wide belt with a double row of holes with steel eyelets? Oh, well, that was the one she had and that was the one she'd feel! "That's 6 with the belt if you come out now, young lady."

"Shirley, that belt's got rivets in it. You can't use it on me!"

"They're eyelets, girl, not rivets." With that she swatted around the right side of the recliner. Sarah dodged and only the tip caught her thigh. Shirley tried the other side and Sarah dodged more successfully.

"Shirley, put the belt down and I'll come out and you can use the spoon on me", Sarah tried.

"Young lady, you will come out and take your 6. If I have to keep swatting at you behind that chair, I may hit something you don't want hit. I'm not as good with these things as Joe is."

Sarah still didn't move. "Just put the belt down and ..."

This time the belt came higher than the chair back and caught Sarah's left arm. The tip curled around and stung her back.

"Ow! No!" changed to "Wait! I'm coming out!"

When she was in the middle of the room again Shirley gave the next order. "Down on your hands and knees like a puppy dog."

Sarah hesitantly complied. "What ... what are you doing to me?"

"Giving you 6 with your belt", was the simple answer as Shirley straddled her younger sister backwards. "Now you hold that naked bottom still so I don't have to give you any extra."

Shirley's strokes came straight down on the curving buttocks between her legs. Sarah howled and jerked as the heavy belt fell on her bottom and streaked down her thighs. But she made no serious attempt to get away.

When all 6 had fallen, Shirley stayed in position another half minute, her jeans-clad legs gripping her sister's mid-section. "Well, are you ready to obey me and take your punishment, young lady?"

"Yes, Shirley", Sarah sobbed.

Shirley stepped away. "Very well, stand, turn around and touch your toes."

This time Sarah submitted and Shirley left her sister with a pair of dark red circles on her bottom. She stepped back. "Stand, place your hands on your head, turn around, and spread your legs." Sarah obeyed, placing her feet a little wider than shoulder width. "Wider, girl!" Sarah shuffled her feet wider. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry I disrespected you, Shirley. I'll obey you now."

"Good girl. Put your clothes on. But remember, you have 2 more punishments to ask for today."

Sarah asked for her 2nd punishment at 4:15. This time she obeyed and Shirley spread the swats witht he wooden spoon around more on her bottom and thighs. She repeated her apology. As she pulled her jeans back on she asked, "Shirley, why do you make me spread my legs after my spankings?"

"Take those clothes back off and stand in position again", came the answer. "Wider!" After a pause, "Now, why do you dislike this position? It's not that you think I don't know what a vagina looks like! Why is it?"

"I feel ... like ... I've lost control of ... everything!"

"Right. You have ceded control of everything about you, right down to your vagina. Right down to your clitoris." Shirley noticed Sarah's quick blush. "It's the same reason you hate undressing in front of Joe. Undressing in front of him is more humiliating than in front of me, since I'm a woman. So I take it one step further than he does. It's not like I would violate you any more than he would. I'm much too happy in my marriage to play girlie games!"

"Does Joe make you expose yourself like that to apologize after he spanks you?"

"Sarah, when I have to apologize to Joe for something - not a silly mistake, but something I really did wrong - I'm a lot more exposed than you are! I don't have to often, but ever 6 or 8 months I do something I know I shouldn't. If I apologize quickly and correctly and state that I will submit to any punishment he thinks I need, I don't get a spanking. And I've avoided them for over 3 years now."

"Does Joe ever use sex to get back at you?"

"Sarah, where's that coming from?"

"Well, Damien ... if he got mad at me he'd ass-fuck me. Might not be anything I did, he was just mad about something and I was there, so it was 'get that asshole over here bitch!'"

"And you put up with that for 18 months until that little jerk went to jail?! Well, to answer your question, no. Joe has never used sex as part of a punishment. I actually asked him to once instead of the spanking he was giving me. He refused saying that sex should always be something safe, enjoyable, and special between us. That was one heck of a spanking! But afterwards, when I was sobbing naked in his arms and he reminded me how much he loved me ... sex came so naturally ... sex hadn't been ruined."

"Shirley, may I please put my clothes back on?"

"Now there's the right way to ask. Yes. But don't wait too long before asking for your next spanking."

But Sarah waited until 5:10 to ask again.

"Sarah", Shirley said. "You waited until I was already frying the chicken? You'll have to wait until after supper."

Just before 5:30 I walked in to find Sarah sitting dejectedly in the living room watching television while Shirley put the food on the table.

I turned off the TV. "Well, Sarah", I said, "Did Shirley do a good job on your bottom today?"

"Yeah."

"All 3 spankings?"

"2. She was too busy for the 3rd."

I knew there was more to it than that, but didn't challenge the story yet. "Did you give her any trouble?"

"Just a bit. And she already punished me for it."

"OK, well let's see how she's doing so far. Show me your marks."

"Joe, you didn't say I had to show you after she spanked me!"

"I did say you had to take 3 spankings - which you haven't. I did say you were not to resist Shirley - which you did. Now I'm saying to show my Shirley's progress on your bottom."

"But Joe, you ..."

She broke off as I lifted her out of the sofa and turned her face-down over its arm. Her legs were on the sofa, her head toward the floor. I gave each jeans-clad thigh 3 hard swats.

"Now get up and show me those marks. You have 6 more swats coming when you're bare -- assuming you don't disobey me any more."

She stood, turned away from me and lowered her pants and panties. "Touch your toes", I ordered and she obeyed. I saw some welts going vertically down her thighs. She was going to do some explaining, so I raised the tail of her t-shirt and tucked it into her bra and took my time examining her. Her thighs were a little red where I'd just swatted them. Her cheeks and upper thighs were a little more red and she had a purple bruise on the middle of each cheek.

"What happened there?", I asked, planting my finger hard on the left bruise.

Sarah flinched as she answered. "My first spanking. Shirley put all the swats on one spot."

"One spot or two?", I asked planting my finger harder on the right bruise.

"Ouch! Two."

"Alright. What about down here?" I swatted her just above the knee where a welt ended.

"Shirley used my belt on me."

"I see. Stand up, turn around, and tell me what happened."

Sarah did, but pulled her t-shirt loose from her bra as she turned, letting it drop and cover her upper hips. It didn't offer much modesty with her pants and underwear at her knees, but it was without permission.

"Did I say you could let your t-shirt back down?"

"No."

"Remove it. Now place your hands on your head."

Shirley came from the kitchen. "Supper's on. Oh, Sarah's bare again. She's been that way a lot since 3 o'clock."

As Sarah stood bare from her knees up to her bra, Shirley told me about the day.

"So", I said. "6 with your belt for the trouble. That sounds like a good punishment. After your third punishment with the spoon, I'll repeat it." Sarah grimaced but I continued. "For procrastinating, you will ask for one more punishment for Shirley first thing tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Joe."

"Well", Shirley said. "Supper's ready!"

"One thing first", I said. "Sarah, what did I promise you when you were bare?"

"Huh? Oh. 6 more swats."

"Stand still", I said. I stepped directly in front of her and laid my left hand on her right hip. With my right hand I gave the outside of her left leg 3 hard swats just below the hip. She squirmed a little, but couldn't do much with her pants at her knees. Then I stepped behind her, placed my left hand on her left hip and gave her right thigh the same 3-swat treatment.

I stepped back by Shirley and looked Sarah over again. But for some red on each side, her tan thighs were untouched, leading to the small white area her bikini covered when she tanned. It was a good thing I'd get some time with Shirley tonight!

"Sarah, pull your pants up and come for supper. You will leave your t-shirt off as you'll be bare again soon enough."

Sarah was uncomfortable over supper, but I think that had more to do with coming punishment than with her missing t-shirt. Usually she would have been comfortable anywhere in her bikini. Shirley and I ate well. Shirley had always been a good cook, but was getting back in practice since she was home more.

After clearing supper, Shirley said to Sarah, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Sarah swallowed a couple times, then spoke. "Shirley, please order me naked and give me my third spanking." She paused. "But not in front of Joe."

"Definitely in front of Joe. Go to the living room and undress."

I turned off the TV news as Sarah entered gloomily followed by Shirley carrying her wooden spoon. Shirley stopped a couple feet from my chair as Sarah went to the other end of the room and unfastened her bra, facing the wall.

"Turn around, young lady", Shirley ordered. "You have nothing to hide when you're being punished."

She silently turned her white breasts toward us and unfastened that belt with its double-row of reinforced holes. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she handled the belt. Her bare breasts heaved and tears started from both eyes. Fear! It was fear of the use of that belt that was ruining her evening. Well, it was a stout belt!

After a pause of 30 seconds, Sarah peeled her jeans and panties off and stood naked, hands on head and legs spread. The marks on the outsides of her legs from her swats before supper had faded and her unmarked tan legs drew the eye directly to her thick patch of pubic hair.

"Good girl", Shirley said. "Now turn and touch your toes."

She obeyed, showing a backside that was unchanged from before supper. Much of her bottom had hints of bruising with those twin patches showing purple. The stripes down her thighs remained.

"Where should I spank her, Joe?", Shirley asked.

"I'd work her thighs this time. Her bottom's already sore and it's going to take most of the belt spanking."

Shirley did as I suggested, working up and down the thighs. Each got 9 swats. She delivered the 19th swat low center on the buttocks, getting a flinch from Sarah.

When Sarah turned around her tears were flowing. "I'm sorry I disrespected you, Shirley. I will respect and obey you."

"I forgive you, sister", Shirley said. "Now don't make me punish you so much again, OK? I can handle paddling you once, but 3 times in a day ... I wince looking at your bottom!"

Sarah sniffed and nodded.

I spoke up. "Sarah, there's one more thing you must never do. I told you yesterday you must not resist Shirley's punishment. If you think she's been unfair, tell me about it later."

Sarah nodded again.

"Now get me your belt."

Sarah hesitated. "Joe, can you use yours instead?"

"Give me the belt and then tell me what has you so worried about it."

She pulled it from the jeans on the floor and brought it to me. It was heavy.

"It's the metal things. I forget what Shirley said they are, but I'm afraid of them."

I examined the belt. The eyelets didn't present any sharp edges.

"Sarah, when Shirley used it on you she didn't break the skin. She barely left bruises. I don't think I will either, though", I looked up at her. "I'll certainly swing it harder."

Sarah bit her lip and her bare breasts heaved again.

"If I do find this belt breaks the skin or leaves significant bruises, I'll switch to mine. But for now, I'll use yours."

"Joe, a swat with that belt is like 6 with yours!"

Sarah hadn't had 6 with mine back-to-back. She didn't know what 6 with mine would be like.

"Let's suppose a swat with yours is like 2 with mine. I'll give you an option. You may take 6 with yours or 12 with mine."

Sarah was caught in her own argument. "OK, I'll take 6 with mine", she answered.

"It's not 'I'll take'. It's 'please give me'!"

Sarah bit her lip and heaved again a couple times. "OK. Please give me 6 swats with my belt."

"Very good", I answered. "If I put you in toe-touch position, you'll be tempted to get out of position and I'll have to start over. If we do that a few times ... I could give you too much." I looked around the room. I wanted something to put her in the right position and make getting away difficult. I settled for second best just because I couldn't think of anything better. "Go get one of the folding chairs."

She returned with the chair in a minute.

"Now kneel on it sideways."

After adjusting her to the way I wanted her, the chair back was on her right side.

"Now put your hands on the floor."

As she got into the position and realized how vulnerable she was she said, "Oh sh- ah, oh crap. You've got me pretty helpless."

"Yep!", I answered. "This way you'll stay in position and won't make me start over."

I stepped straight behind her to check her position. She had her knees as wide as the chair permitted. Her labia and anus were prominent. All of a sudden, I knew what position I wanted Shirley in when bed time came! I took a deep breath and looked away.

"Sarah, put your knees together. You don't want to show me that much when I'm using a belt."

"Oh, fu- , um, yeah", came from down near the floor where her head hung as she hastily adjusted position.

"Alright, hold still", I said. I laid the belt on her bottom to get a feel for its length, then drew it back and brought it down hard. A wide welt appeared acroos the fullest part of Sarah's buttocks and she started rocking back and forth as she yelled, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Sarah, I'm going to wait about a minute before I continue to see whether this is giving you an unusual amount of bruising. It didn't break the skin, and that was a fairly hard swat."

I stepped into the kitchen and poured a glass of Pepsi. Shirley came with me. "She sure showed it off on that chair!", she said.

"Why you got to remind me of that?", I asked.

"Oh, you noticed?", she teased with a quirky smile.

I set me drink down. I grabbed my wife by the waist, spun her around and bent her over the table. "Tonight you're showing it off", I said as I pressed my groin against her bottom.

Shirley turned her head to look back at me. "I might make you work for it! I want 2 orgasms ... I might make you go 30 minutes!"

"You're on, babe!", I said, letting her up and kissing her hard.

I took another sip of Pepsi and we returned to the living room. Sarah was still rocking back and forth on her knees. I came straight up behind her. "You're not bruising much", I said. I traced the welt with on finger. "I don't think those eyelets are doing anything. It's just a heavy belt. Hold still and I'll finish your spanking."

"Ooohhh!", moaned Sarah as I stepped back to her left side. I brought her belt down on her sit spot next with another loud "crack". "Ooohhh!", she howled and started rocking again. 10 seconds later I delivered the next one on her thighs just below her buttocks. For the 4th swat I leaned a little closer. I brought it down across the full part of her buttocks, but wrapping around onto her right hip. Sarah's voice rose an octave as she squealed "ooowww!" I walked around to her other side and checked the hip I'd just swatted. The welt was bright red and would bruise quickly, but no skin was broken. The chair back gave me just enough clearance to deliver a backhand swat that mirrored the last one, wrapping hard onto Sarah's left hip. If anything, the backhanded swat was harder than the previous ones. Her voice rose again in a screach, "eeeeeeee!" In 10 more seconds I delivered the 6th swat. This one was diagonal, catching her right cheek and left thigh. It was a backhand swat too, raising a bright welt.

I stepped behind Sarah, but back about 5 feet. I let her rock there for half a minute then said, "You may get up, Sarah."

She crawled off the chair and got to her feet. She turned toward Shirley and me, clutching her bottom, rivers coming from her eyes as she swayed back and forth. As she girated there I no longer so an attractive naked woman. I saw a contrite little girl.

"Sarah, don't ever resist Shirley's punishment", I said softly.

"Yes, Joe. I'm sorry, Joe. I'm sorry, Shirley."

"I forgive you", I said, and Shirley echoed me. "Now put your clothes on, child."

Of course she wasn't a child. I wouldn't ever humiliate a minor at the level that I did Sarah. But for the time, she looked like a child, well-formed body notwithstanding.

When she was clothed, I said, "Come here, child". And I gave her the first hug I'd felt comfortable giving. I wrapped my right arm around her shoulders and patted her head with my left hand. She sobbed against me like the child I thought of her as at the moment. Shirley came up and joined the hug and I put me left arm around her waist.

About 3 hours later as we shut off the TV and prepared to head for bed I said, "Sarah, your one remaining punishment for all this is pretty mild. It's for procrastinating, but it's not severe. Keep it that way, OK?"

"Yeah", she said, rubbing the seat of her jeans.

She headed for her room and my eyes turned to Shirley. My look turned hungry and she wiggled her bottom toward me before leading the way to our room.

Every curve of Shirley's body was perfect as she knelt on our bed, knees wide, and back swaying, gorgeous thighs pointing to her spreading lips. I rode her hard for 45 minutes, not releasing my semen until her third orgasm. By that time we were drenched in sweat and exhausted.

As we cuddled up before sleep I told Shirley, "I saw your sister differently after that belting. She looked like a sorry little girl. Almost like she was my child ... or my own little sister."

"Think that will change anything next time she strips down for you to spank her?"

"Probably not. Whatever else she is, she's an attractive young woman. She's not a child and not built like a child. She couldn't look much better without being your twin."

Shirley laughed. "I never thought you had a silver tongue, Joe. But you manage to turn a complement of another woman's body into a complement of mine!"

"Yup!", I said, sliding my hand up under her nightgown. "Yours is the body I've got to have." I squeezed her breast firmly. "And you're the woman I've got to have. You're so responsible, smart, kind. I'm learning you can be firm too, though. You're great." We kissed, then settled back on our pillows.

"Would it be better if I took over all of Sarah's punishment?", Shirley asked.

"I don't think so - for Sarah's sake. She needs our combined firmness. She sure gets the bit in her teeth given the chance!"

"Yes, but she also put up with a lot of abuse." Shirley told me what Sarah had told about Damien, the ex-boyfriend who led Sarah into dealing in drugs and tried to cut a plea bargain to blame it all on Sarah.

"That skunk", I said. Some of my Marine buddies' terms came to mind, but I didn't allow that language in the house.

"Back to Sarah's punishment", Shirley said. "If we didn't make her undress it would go easier on your desires. But she needs to lose control when she's punished."

"Agreed", I said. "That just means I'll need your attentions to my desires all the more!"

Shirley laughed, we snuggled closer, and drifted off to sleep.

About 6:30 the next morning, Shirley rolled over and I found myself looking into the eyes of the woman I loved, my hand still under her nightgown. It was Saturday, so we made love before getting up.

When we came out of the bedroom, Sarah was still in bed. "We said first-thing, Shirley. Want to get her up?"

"Sure", she answered and went into Sarah's room. I watched from the doorway. Sarah's eyes opened as Shirley pulled back the covers. She was sleeping on her stomach, head turned toward the door. "Time to get up, girl", Shirley said, delivering a hand swat to the upturned pajama bottom. "You've got something to ask for first thing this morning!"

Sarah winced with the swat. "Yeah, um, can I use the bathroom first?"

"Yes, but don't doddle. Meet us in the living room."

In a few minutes Sarah joined us in her pink print pajamas. She rubbed her eyes and then started. "Um, Shirley, please, um, order me naked and spank me for ... for ... whatever it is."

"It's not whatever. You did something wrong yesterday for which we promised you a spanking this morning. You kind of had enough spanking yesterday."

"I think I've had enough spanking for a month!"

"Behave the rest of the month, and I'll agree with you, sis!" Shirley paused, then said, "Well, what are you asking for a spanking for?"

"Oh yeah, delaying yesterday."

"Right. And your request is granted. Undress."

Sarah started unbuttoning her top. She glanced at me and dropped her eyes as she finished removing the flannel top and dropped it to the floor. With those breasts bare, she was looking more like the attractive young woman than the little sister. Her matching pants came down and she was naked.

"Ah, no underwear?", I asked. "Shirley, shouldn't an unmarried young woman be wearing underwear to bed?"

"She certainly should", Shirley answered. "Sarah, didn't mom ever tell you that?"

Sarah grimaced. She didn't like where this was going. "She told me when I was 14. I told her to, ah, something I can't repeat. She never bothered me about it again."

"Pull those pants back up", Shirley ordered. When Sarah had done so, Shirley grabbed the waistband and pulled it straight out about 3 inches. "I thought so. Pretty loose." I thought I knew what Shirley was thinking, but really didn't care to ask. "You will wear your panties to bed. I will check you ocassionally. When you are married, your husband will probably want easy access to your body at night. Until then, you are to wear your panties at night."

"Yes, Shirley." Sarah seemed embarrassed at what Shirley suspected as the reason for the lack of panties.

"Now, take those pants back off."

Tan thighs again pointed to a very small area her bikini left white and her patch of hair.

"Now go get me the wooden spoon."

As Sarah headed for the kitchen, we saw her bottom and the backs of her legs for the first time that morning. Much of the area was bruised, with the welts from her evening belting still visible.

"Ouch, where can I punish her?", Shirley asked me softly.

"She knows where it hurts most. Why don't you let her choose?", I offered.

Shirley nodded as Sarah returned with the spoon. "Sarah, you look pretty sore. Where would you like me to punish you? Not on your hands ... somewhere that will sting more than that."

Sarah felt her bottom and the backs of her legs. She winced as she felt certain spots. She glanced down and licked her lips. "Shirley", she started and stopped. "Well, would you please spread out the swats on whatever area I ask you to punish?"

"If you're a good girl, I will."

"Then, well, I don't like the idea, but my back side is so sore. Would you please spank the fronts of my legs?"

"I can do that. I think I'll have you set the up where they're easy to swat. Bring that folding chair back in here."

I had sat down in my usual living room spot, the recliner behind which Sarah had tried to hide yesterday. Shirley had Sarah set the chair opposite me.

"I will paddle your right thigh first, so stand with the chair on your right. Now put your right foot on the chair, turning your knee all the way out."

Soon Sarah was standing facing me with her hands on her head, but that right leg turned out, giving me a perfect view of her inner thigh and pubic area. Was Shirley trying to rev me up for another round in the bedroom? I didn't know, but it was starting to work.

Shirley stood on the other side of the chair by Sarah's knee. She tapped the spoon once on the top of her sister's thigh, then brought it down with a crack. She worked down the thigh and back up, counting 10 swats. "OK, swap sides", she said simply. Each woman crossed to the other side of the chair. Soon Sarah's left thigh was presented to my view and the top of it was receiving 9 swats.

Shirley stepped back next to my chair. "Now you may face us, spread your legs, and apologize."

Sarah stepped off the chair and into position. She chewed her lip for a few seconds as she fought back tears. Her spread legs had definite rows of pink swats from just below the hips halfway to her knees. Sarah's large white breasts heaved and she spoke. "I'm sorry I procrastinated yesterday. If I have to ask for punishment again, I won't delay."

"It's OK, Sarah", Shirley said. "Just do better next time. Now, take your PJ's and go get dressed. We'll have breakfast soon."

As soon as Sarah had scurried to her room I asked Shirley, "Why did you show her off to me like that? I mean I like looking at her, but I'm supposed to be looking at you!"

"Oh!", she said with mock innocence. "Are you going to need something a little later this morning?" She broke into her teasing grin.

"You are one tease!" I turned her over the sofa arms and gave her a playful swat over her shorts. I stood her back up and stood behind her. My left hand found one of my wife's breasts and I kissed the side of her neck. "Now get that breakfast going so we can have some fun today!" I pinched her bottom and released her to the kitchen.