Turning to Donna I began to explain what Monica had been through.Turning to Donna I began to explain what Monica had been through. "You see Donna, Monica called me from work today and asked me to come home because she needed to have sex...." Monica interrupted my explanation. "Its not really necessary to tell Donna EVERYTHING, is it dear?" I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes, Monica, it is." Turning back to Donna once more I continued, "When I got home I found that Monica was very sexually excited and decided we should go for a ride in the car. But as we were riding along in the car, she kept playing with herself and the truck drivers we passed along the way..." "Really, I don't think we need to tell Donna all of this..." This time I interrupted Monica's interruption. "Donna, please excuse us for a moment, I need to talk to Monica alone." I motioned for Monica to walk ahead of me into the bedroom. Once there she opened her mouth to speak but the look in my eyes stopped her. "Monica, you're embarrasing me in front of our guest. She has been kind enough to come to our home tonight to reassure me that you're alright, and I will decide what she is to be told, not you. But its obvious that you need to be reminded of who you are and who I am, so assume the "lap position" for your punishment." Monica was fully aware that Donna would now not only hear the full story of her afternoon, but was also going to hear her receiving a spanking from me, and without another sound laid herself across my lap. Sliding the slip up over her lovely ass cheeks I gave her a good spanking, making sure that the sound of my hand slapping her well fucked ass could be heard plainly in the living room. Monica's cries could also be heard plainly. I could only guess what Monica thought Donna's reaction to this would be, but I knew for sure what was happening in the living room. I knew that Donna would have her hand up under that white dress and that at least two of her fingers would smell like cunt juice when we returned. Just to make sure that we were not interrupted again, I bound Monica's wrists behind her head and taking the shiny white panties she had worn earlier in the day from the pile of dirty clothes stuffed them in her mouth to serve as a gag. |