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“Don’t worry, we’re almost through,” he replied, ignoring or missing her hint altogether.

“Almost?” she echoed, her gut clenching.

“Almost. Come with me to the bathroom, please.”

Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed to a standing position as Sean stood to her feet and began to make his way without further discussion to the bathroom. She gave Jarrod one more glance, only to find him staring back at her impassively, before she followed.

Kaitlyn stopped short before she ever reached the doorway. Sean was standing in the bathroom, opening up a brand-new box of Dove soap. She knew what that meant, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Come on in.”

But she was frozen just outside the doorway, her eyes trained on that evil white box. She knew she’d messed up, but at this rate this was quickly becoming the worst day of her life! “You can’t be serious.”

“I can’t?” Sean seemed genuinely confused by her statement.

She looked back and forth between him and the thick bar of soap in his hand. She knew all too well that he could and he would, if his mind was already made up. The only chance she had was to throw herself at his feet of his mercy. “I meant please don’t.”

“I’m sorry, honey, but you brought this one on yourself. Like I said, we’re almost done, but there’s still some unpleasantness to be dealt with.”

Now that she wasn’t being held captive over his lap her flight instinct was kicking in hard. She briefly thought of making a run for it, but even as she envisioned it she knew it wouldn’t work. He’d catch her before she made it down the hall, or he simply wouldn’t bother, leaving Jarrod to haul her back. And either way her mouth would still end up soapy and bitter, and she just might earn herself another trip over his lap. She couldn’t afford that, so as much as it pained her, she walked toward him and opened her mouth.

“Good choice,” he praised her, giving her a loving pat on the rear.

She winced and uttered a small cry that made her husband grin ruefully.

“Sorry, babe. I was trying to be gentle.”

He had been, but the touch of a feather would make her cry out just now.

“Are you ready?”

She didn’t think she ever would be, but she nodded just the same and watched with horror as he turned the knob of the sink and began to get the bar wet. The knots in her stomach began to churn in earnest and were balls of angst as he began to push it into her mouth.

Kaitlyn wasn’t new to having her mouth washed out with soap, but that certainly didn’t make her a fan. She was especially unhappy about it tonight considering she’d just had pepper sauce in her mouth a few minutes ago. Her tongue had gone from burning to tasting bitter and soapy in a matter of seconds. The first time, maybe even the second that Sean had done this she’d fought tooth and nail. She’d clamped her mouth down and refused to cooperate, or batted the bar out of his hand, then when he’d finally managed to get it in her mouth she’d spit it on the floor. But she’d learned that such measures were futile and pointless and wouldn’t save her from getting the punishment her husband intended to give.

Which was why as much as she detested it she took the bar of soap, opening her mouth as wide as she could to the awful, acrid taste. Sean pushed the bar back and forth a few times before he removed it and placed it carefully on the sink.

“Ack!” she couldn’t help saying.

“I know it must not taste very good.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder and a smile that came close to being sympathetic. “Come on.”

She followed behind him with her head down. She was beyond emotionally drained. She’d been punished to the point where she didn’t think she could take anymore.

“Have a seat.”

Kaitlyn made a move to sit on the couch, but Sean stopped her with a shake of his head.

“No, honey. Go to your punishment chair in the corner.”

Her eyes filled with brand-new tears at the order, but she did it without a word of protest. There was a wooden chair sitting in the corner, facing the wall. It was made of wood that had not been sanded very well and still showed traces of the original bark in the seat. Sean had had an entire set of them when they first married—bachelor pad décor if she’d ever seen it. She’d demanded that he get rid of them and he’d reluctantly agreed to, save one. This, he’d told her, would serve as a reminder for her whenever she had a spanked bottom. At the time, she’d rolled her eyes, thinking he was ridiculous. She was sure it would collect dust over the years and that she’d be able to convince him to trash it.

It turned out that her hopes were unfounded. The damn thing never went too long without use. Jarrod had even used it once or twice while Sean had been away. She hated the thing on sight. She knew the rough wood would bite into her tender skin, making it impossible to get comfortable and difficult to think of anything but her spanked ass. Still, she sat, wincing as she did so. She shifted every few seconds, wondering how long Sean would make her stay there.

She could hear him and Jarrod talking. Though she wasn’t close enough to make out what they were saying, she could easily detect the low murmur of their voices and she’d bet anything that they were talking about her. Perhaps they were discussing exactly what shade of red her scorched ass was. Maybe they were comparing techniques. Whatever they were saying, they clearly didn’t want her to hear them.

Just when she’d begun shifting from side to side without finding any relief, Sean called her name.

“You can get up now. Go rinse your mouth out, honey.”

She jumped up as soon as the words reached her ears, happy to abandon her chair and even happier to get the foul taste out of her mouth. Her feet practically flew as she raced to the bathroom—she’d never moved so quickly. As soon as she’d turned the tap on, she bent down and let the water fall from the tap straight into her awaiting mouth. She stood back up and swished the water around before spitting it out. Kaitlyn hacked and coughed at the remaining suds before she bent over the sink once more.

When that mouthful was expelled, she felt much better. She took a deep, shaky breath and faced the mirror. She was a mess. Her brown hair was sticking out wildly in various directions, her face was blotchy, and her green eyes were red from crying. There wasn’t much she could do about it, she guessed, but she’d do what she could. Turning on the faucet once more, she splashed her face with cold water. She patted her skin dry and faced the mirror once more to assess the results, but it wasn’t much better.

With a sigh, she took a hairbrush to the tangled mass of hair on her head and applied a spritz of perfume to her wrists before finally turning off the light and walking out of the bathroom.

Still sporting a behind so sore that she was reminded of her punishment with each and every step and beginning to feel a bit shy, she took her time walking back to the living room. She and Sean hadn’t made love since he’d come home, and she was hoping that now that her punishment was over, he’d remedy that.

She stopped short when she exited the hallway. Jarrod and Sean were both sitting on the couch, casually talking and laughing. Suddenly, she was keenly aware of the fact that she was only wearing a long t-shirt, and one that wasn’t nearly long enough to cover her pussy. Jarrod had seen her naked ass before, but…

Kaitlyn had just decided to do an about-face and head into her bedroom for a new pair when Sean spotted her.

“Hey, honey. Come on over.”

“Oh, um… I was just going to—”

“Come here, Kaitlyn.”

She swallowed hard and did as he bid, keeping her arms down straight by her sides and her hands tugging down on the fabric of her shirt.

“Sit on my lap,” he invited.

She gave Jarrod an uncomfortable, sideways glance before doing as Sean asked. The moment she hit his knee, she yanked the fabric down as much as she could. Sean either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.

“How are you feeling?”

“Um…” While she was surprised by the question, she definitely didn’t want to discuss it in front of Jarrod! Could this
get
any more embarrassing? And why was her husband so oblivious to the breach in etiquette here?

“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?” he chuckled. “It’s a simple question.”

“I’m feeling embarrassed,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice as quiet as possible.

“You’re what? Speak up.”

Kaitlyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It looked like she was just going to have to come out and say it. Sure, she could refuse, but she was just too sore and cried out to even consider that as an option. “I said I’m embarrassed, sir.”

“Embarrassed? Why? You mean because Jarrod’s here?” He laughed at the idea. “He’s spanked you before, so he’s already seen your red ass.” He hugged her and nuzzled her neck, as though that was the only thing she could possibly be worried about.

“I know… but, um…” She cleared her throat, nodding downward pointedly.

“Ah.” When she looked up, she saw Sean’s eyes twinkling at her. “Yes, thank you for bringing my attention to that.”

Normally, his words would have made her breathe a sigh of relief, but something about the way his eyes gleamed at her made her put the celebration on pause.

“I’m glad we’re finished with your punishment. I hope you never give me cause to repeat it.”

“I—”

“Because if you do,” he cut her off, “then I’m afraid I’ll have to spank those naughty lips instead.”

Her eyes widened and a gasp slid out between her parted lips. “Sean! You wouldn’t!”

“Don’t believe me? Maybe I should give you a demonstration now, just to show you how serious I am.”

She shook her head vigorously, but somehow she knew that he wasn’t going to listen. She felt a lump begin to form in her throat, and an apprehension begin pounding beneath her breasts.

“Lie down. Yes, just like that.”

For some reason, she was surprised when he raised her shirt. The moment the thought hit her—
oh
,
those
lips!—
she became mortified at the fact that her pussy was exposed right in front of another man. And not just any man. Maybe it would have been better if it was a stranger. But it was Jarrod, the man who’d sat down to dinner with her and Sean more than a dozen times since they’d been married. The same man who’d watched
Love Actually
and
Titanic
with her while Sean had been deployed. And yes, he’d spanked her, that was true. That had been bad enough, but this! What was Sean thinking?

“Honey,” she tried in a muted whisper.

But the only answer she got was the sound of his hand smacking down against her pussy lips. Until she felt the sting, an ache that vibrated throughout the rest of her body, she hadn’t realized how wet she was. She could see by the grin on Sean’s face that he knew it, too.

“My, my,” he murmured with a sexy grin. “It looks like someone enjoyed her spanking. Tsk, tsk.” He shook a finger at her. “It would seem like you didn’t learn your lesson, naughty girl.”

“I did,” she protested, her face flaming at the absolute humiliation of this scene playing out in front of her husband’s best friend. “Sean, I swear, I
did
. I’ll never do it again. I—”

“What do you think?” he asked, talking over her head. “Should I give her a repeat performance? I mean, my hand
is
a little sore, but I could muster up the strength, for the good of my marriage.”

Kaitlyn scowled at his teasing tone. Was this one big joke to him? Because she certainly wasn’t amused!

“No, I think she gets the picture,” Jarrod replied, his tone even as ever, like this was just a normal day. Like his best friend’s wife wasn’t sprawled across the couch, her wet pussy visible to any who cared to have a look.

“You might be right,” her husband mused. “All right, half a dozen should do it then.”

Almost before the words had fully registered, his hand was coming down on her pussy once more. It didn’t hurt, not really. Her lips felt the impact and registered a minuscule amount of pain, but then quickly tingled in a way that felt more like pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter and her horror at the scene was growing by the moment.

And yet, the more he spanked, the wetter she became. In fact, before it was done she’d become so engrossed in what was happening to her body that she’d nearly forgotten Jarrod was in the room.

Her husband, it seemed, hadn’t forgotten at all. His next words proved that.

“You know, Jar, everything’s been so hectic since I’ve gotten back that I still haven’t properly thanked you for your help with Kaitlyn while I was gone.”

The girl in question was lying sprawled over her husband’s lap, a steady heat pulsing between her legs while her cheeks blushed furiously.

“You’re welcome, brother. Anytime, you know that.”

“I do. Which is why I think you deserve a special show of our… appreciation. Don’t you think so, honey?”

Her blush had turned into a wild brush fire covering her entire face. Her throat was too tight to speak. She might never speak again. Was there any cure for a permanent state of embarrassment? Because that was what Sean had just put her in. The best she could do was nod.

“See, she agrees. So why don’t you reach on over there and tell me how hot she is.”

“What?” Jarrod asked, even as her mind screamed the same word. The only difference was that he didn’t sound nearly as appalled as she felt.

“I thought you’d like to tell me how hot her pussy is.”

Good grief, had the world just gone crazy and no one had thought to tell her?
What
was Sean saying? She couldn’t believe her ears. Thank God for Jarrod! He was the calm one, the reasonable one. He’d put the whole bag of crazy to rest.

Only he didn’t.

“Are you sure you’re OK with that?”

He still didn’t sound appalled. In fact, he sounded… well, if she wasn’t mistaken, she’d swear he sounded a bit excited. But that wasn’t like Jarrod. He didn’t get excited about
anything
. Well, except for when the Cowboys played or when she made chocolate cake for dessert, but that was pretty much the entire list.

“Like I said, I owe you a debt and I intend to pay it.”