"Sure, Mom. I'm sorry. It wasn't Davey's idea; I was feeling horny. Did I wake you when I bumped the table?"

Nancy laughed, "Yeah, but if that hadn't done it, your moans and yells would have. God, you make a lot of noise when you come."

"You don't do so bad yourself. If I had five dollars for every time you and Dad woke me up all these years I could make a down payment on our house and then w could do it anytime we wanted to."

They were still laughing as Nancy guided the caddy to a stop at the edge of the patio and flipped the switch to unlock the trunk. They got out and began to remove several large packages and a couple of bags.

"That was some sale," Melody said, "I got practically everything I'll need at college this fall plus some extra. Oh, fuck! We didn't spend more than Dad said we could, did we?"

Nancy frowned. The f word had become Melody's expletive of choice lately, and several good spankings from the Dad and a couple of paddlings from Dave hadn't cured her. "Watch your language, kid, and never fear. We're under the limit. I was keeping an eye on the charges. I have no desire to get my butt blistered when he gets back Friday."

"Me either. One butt blistering a week is enough for me, and I got a good one from Davey last night."

"Yeah, I heard you yelling all the way from the den to my bedroom, and you were still sitting a little easy at lunch. What'd you do, give him a smart mouth again."

"Well, you know he's been edgy all week since Dad left him in charge and, well, let's just say I used a word he doesn't like while we were argu...er...discussing what to do this week-end."

Her mother smiled, "The old f word again, huh. Serves you right. When you gonna learn, Sweety?"

"That fu . . . damn paddle is beginning to get his point across for sure. You know in three months he's been working with Dad he's gotten a lot more authoritative."

"I'd say so; he's even chewed me out a few times for getting messages wrong, and once he complained to Jerry and caused me to get a good spanking. At least he left the room while I got it, like he always does. I'm sure glad I'm not on the receiving end of that paddle of his. I'll never forget how impressed I was with its effectiveness when I first saw him use it on you last summer, or how thankful I was when Jerry decided not to borrow it once in awhile."

Melody opened the patio door into the den. They entered, climbed the steps to the first level and started down the hall to the stairs.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Dave's voice, full of anger, stopped them at the foot of the stairs.

The two women turned to see him standing in the door of his bedroom, glaring at them.

"We've been shopping, Hon," Melody replied with a puzzled voice, "I told you this morning."

"Yeah, you did, and then I reminded you about the dinner date tonight with the Bentleys, didn't I?"

They looked at each other, shocked.

"Oh, shit!" said Nancy.

"Oh, fuck!" echoed Melody, "We forgot. What time do we have to meet them?"

"In about twenty minutes and we'll never make it," her fiance answered. "Now you get upstairs an get changed. At least we're going to that new barbecue place so you don't have to dress up. Wear your denim skirts. Now get going while I call Mr. Bentley and tell him we'll be late. I'll have to come up with some excuse."

"We'll hurry, Dave," Nancy called back as they ran up the stairs and into their bedrooms.

"I can't believe we forgot something as important as dinner with a client," Melody moaned as she began to undress.

"Me either, especially an important one like Bentley," her mother agreed, doing her own strip act across the hall.

As she slipped out of her bra and slid her panties down, Melody shuddered a little, "I guess I'll be getting two blisterings in one week anyway. Davey certainly won't let me get away with this."

She left her room and headed for the bathroom at the same time as Nancy. They both grabbed washcloths, wet them and wiped their faces, then worked down their bodies taking a swipe at all of the strategic places.

"At least you'll get yours tonight," Nancy said as she sprayed deodorant and passed the can, "I imagine Dave'll chew me out pretty good, but I'll have to wait two whole days for mine. Damn, I hate waiting, especially when I know it's going to be a hard one."

"I'll be in the car. Hurry up!"

"We are, Hon," Melody yelled as they ran back to their rooms.

Their conversation ceased as they hurriedly dressed, grabbed their make-up kits and hairbrushes, and ran down the stairs and out to the car.

Dave flipped the light switch in the den and turned to confront the two women as they entered behind him. He stared at them until they dropped their eyes, then continued the chewing out he'd been delivering on the way home.

"We came damn close to antagonizing our biggest client tonight," he repeated for the third or fourth time, "He was already upset because Jerry couldn't be here. I figured that you were old enough to remember something as important as this, especially since I reminded you this morning. Am I going to have to keep you at home next time so I can tell you when to get ready? Am I?"

"No, Davey. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Melody apologized, also for the third or fourth time.

"It better not or you won't have any skin left on your butt, especially if Mr. Bentley's involved again. He values punctuality above all else. We got him away from Wright and Prince because they were late for a meeting once too often. I had to do some creative story telling to soothe him down tonight.

"And you both know how important keeping clients happy is to our business. I just don't understand how you could have let yourself forget."

"I don't know either, Dave, I guess we were just having too much fun at the sale," Nancy said, twisting her hands behind her back as she always did when she was being scolded.

"Well, Mel's going to have a little more fun very shortly," he turned back to Melody, "You get your bottom bent over the back of the couch. When I finish calling your Dad I'll see if the paddle can improve your memory." He went to the desk and picked up the phone.

Melody sighed deeply and walked to the couch. It never occurred to her to ask if she should bare her bottom; she, like her mother, had never been spanked any other way. As Nancy watched, she unzipped and stepped out of her stone washed denim skirt, folding it neatly over the back of the couch. After stepping out of her dark blue panties and placing them on her skirt, she bent her slender body over the couch back. She wiggled back and forth a few times to find a comfortable position, and then relaxed and lay quietly, awaiting her fate.

By the time Melody was in position, Jerry had answered the phone and Davey was telling him about the dinner.

" . . . And so everything turned out ok at the end. Bentley was laughing and telling his stupid jokes and his wife and daughter were enjoying talking to Melody and Nancy, but it was touch and go for awhile."

He listened for a minute, "Yes, they both went shopping . . . You're damned right, just as soon as we finish talking . . . Sure, hold on."

He punched a button on the phone and Jerry's voice came over the speaker, "Nancy?"

She jumped at the unexpected sound, "Yes, Dear."

"You know what you've got coming?" It was more a statement than a question.

"I know, Dear. I deserve it just as much as Melody."

"Damn right you do. Dave, when you finish with my daughter, take care of my wife, too."

"Oh! Nooooooooooooo! Jerry! You can't!"

"I . . . I couldn't do that, Sir," Dave responded, his voice suddenly losing its authority.

"Sure you can. I left you in complete charge, didn't I?"

"Yes, but . . . "

"Well, when I say complete charge I mean complete charge. Nancy's butt isn't any more special than Melody's. They both turn red when you spank them and you make sure they're damn red when you get through with them."

"You can count on it." The authority was back.

Nancy's face was blushing bright red. "Jerry! You just can't! I'll die! That's just too humiliating. I won't let him!"

"Be quiet! You've got a choice. Take your paddling from Dave like a woman or get a strapping from me every night for a week in front of him. And if I hear any more argument I'll add something on."

"But he's going to use his paddle and you said you wouldn't use it on me," she whined.

"And I'm not. He is. And I said no more argument. Dave, add an extra ten on to whatever you were going to give her."

"If you say so."

Nancy's mouth opened and closed, then her shoulders slumped. She knew Jerry meant what he said. She turned and walked to the couch. It took all of her will power to remove her black denim skirt and black panties and bend over beside her daughter.

Jerry continued to talk for a few minutes then hung up and moved to stand in front of them, "Mel, go get the paddle. You know where I keep it."

When she had left, he removed his jacket and began to roll up his shirt sleeves. He looked down at the back of his future mother-in-law's head, "I'm sorry, Nancy. I know how embarrassing this is going to be . . . for both of us believe it or not. But you do deserve the same medicine that Melody's going to get, don't you?"

In the few minutes she had been lying there thinking about what was to come, it had suddenly come to her that in the back of her mind she had known for some time that sooner or later she would be disciplined by Dave. But even with that realization and the feeling of contriteness that she always experienced when she was about to receive a well deserved punishment, she still had to struggle with herself before nodding her head to him.

When he saw her blond head nod he instinctively knew it was a sign of her acceptance of him as one of her disciplinarians, but the full implication of that new relationship would not hit him until the next day.

A few seconds later Melody returned, handed him the paddle, and resumed her position a couple of feet away from her mother. Their hands touched then clasped each other.

"Like old times, huh, Mom?" Melody said softly, referring to a period of time some ten years before when her Dad's favorite position for a double punishment was the one they were now in. Her mother could only squeeze her hand in agreement.

Dave moved to stand behind them. He stared at the two upturned, bare bottoms. Nancy's cheeks clenched and her thighs squeezed together trying to hide as much of her anatomy as possible.

He had never seen Nancy's bottom bare before even though she had gotten many spankings while he was around. He knew that once he and Mel were engaged and he was considered family, Jerry would not have minded him watching, but he had never been able to bring himself to embarrass her and had always left the room when she was about to get it. Nancy had even thanked him several times for his thoughtfulness. "Well, I guess that's over," he said to himself.

Now, seeing them side by side he realized that Melody's oft repeated claim that they were nearly identical was certainly true. He glanced from the twenty year old one on the left to the thirty-eight year old one on the right and could really see no difference except in the tan lines caused by Nancy's less revealing bikinis. Both had the deep, shadowed crevice splitting them in half and the same prominent overhang at the juncture of thighs and cheeks. An identical small, heart shaped birthmark decorated each left cheek high on the outside, and identical dimples appeared at the top of all four cheeks as their owners contracted them in anticipation. Even the two sets of pouty lips, covered with dark blond curls, that peeped out between their thighs looked the same. He wondered if Nancy had a small mole at the top of her pussy like Mel did.

Suddenly his reverie was broken by Melody's small voice, "Please, Lover. Get it over with."

He nodded, placed his left hand firmly on her back, raised the thin, hardwood paddle and swung it against her left cheek. Melody jerked and grunted. As he withdrew for the next one, a red imprint sprang to life, white circles showing the position of the twelve small holes.

Nancy heard Melody's request and a few second later heard the SPLAT of the paddle and saw her daughter's eyes go wide and her face grimace in response to the sting.

Dave paddled slowly and as he proceeded Nancy watched her daughter's head jerk in time with each swat, fascinated by the play of expressions that flowed across her face.

As Melody anticipated the next stroke her eyes would close tightly causing her forehead to furrow deeply, and her lips would compress tightly together. A fraction of a second after the paddle bit into her rear end she would grunt, her eyes would open wide, her mouth would open in shock and her head would turn away then back, her eyes squinting in pain. There was no doubt that she was paying dearly for her forgetfulness.

"Oooooooooooh, Pleeeeeeeease," she finally moaned, "Not so fucking hard. Pleeeeeeeeease. It still hurts from last night."

From the sound of the paddle and her daughter's reactions, Nancy could tell that the plea had been ignored. A few swats later Melody began to sob. Her own bottom began to convulse in time with the paddle strokes as she anticipated her own upcoming torment. She had hoped that Dave would alternate batches of swats so that their bottoms could cool off a little from time to time, but it seemed he was going to finish with Melody before doing her.

She hadn't been counting but she was sure Melody's tender cheeks had absorbed at least fifty hard smacks when she finally broke and began to plead for an end to her torment. She received at least another two dozen before Dave stopped, and each one drew a loud screech.

"I hope you learned something from that, Mel. Now you stay there while I try to teach your mother a good lesson. And no rubbing," he finished as he saw her start to reach back.

Nancy knew her time had come. Her cheek muscles tightened and she gave a low moan as she felt the pressure of Dave's hand on her back. Her last thought before the first swat landed was that maybe the paddle wouldn't hurt as much as she thought it would. It did. And more.

It caused a spot of fire to blossom on her left cheek. She gasped for air as the pain registered. A twin blossom suddenly grew on the right one. She kicked and twisted.

"Hold still!"

"Oooooh, shit! Dave! Please!" she pleaded, ashamed of herself for making such a fuss after only two, "God that hurts. Not so hard! Please!"

She struggled to get herself under control knowing she would have to take many more before Dave was through with her and that there would be time enough later to plead and cry. By the sixth one she had achieved some semblance of control. She was uttering little yips instead of yells, and was beating her fists on the couch instead of kicking her legs which remained splayed wide apart, her toes pushing against the floor.

As Dave continued to flatten her bottom with the paddle, the swats became a blur in her mind, the individual smacks blending into the general background of pain. Suddenly she could no longer control her legs and began to kick violently.

"Stop Kicking!" SMACK! SMACK! "Stop it! Hold still!" SMACK! SMACK!

When the second command had no effect, he paused, stepped to her other side, bent and scooped up her legs with his left arm. Holding them tightly at his waist, level with the floor, he finished her off with a final three dozen as Nancy broke down completely, sobbing and begging for the end.

"Now you stay there. I'm not quite through with either of you yet. And keep your hands away from your butt," he ordered as he saw them start to move back.

He stepped back to Melody. "What did you get paddled for last night, Mel?"

The question took her by surprise. "What? Why, uh, uh, for, for saying fu . . . that word," she finally got out between sobs.

"Right, but it didn't seem to do any good. I believe you said it again earlier tonight, didn't you. And just now while I was paddling you?"

"I . . . I don't remember. Oh! Pleeeeease! Davey! If . . . if I did, I'm sorry. Please don't paddle me any more. My butt's so sore. Pleeeeease!"

"Ten with the paddle or forty with my hand."

"Nooooo! Davey! No more! Please!" SMACK! "Ouuuuuugh! Ooooooooh! Not the paddle! Use your hand! Use your hand!"

And she twisted, squirmed, cried and sobbed as Dave fueled the fire in her hindquarters with forty hard, wrist action powered slaps concentrated on the tender overhang.

"Stay there! No rubbing! Nancy, do you remember what Jerry told me to do when I'd finished."

"Ye . . . yes. Oh Dave please don't! I'll take twice as many tomorrow. Jerry'll never know. Pleeeeease! My butt's burning up! Please! Please!"

"Ten with the paddle or forty with my hand."

"Please! Tomorrow!" SMACK! "Ouuuuuuuh! Ok, Ok. The forty! The forty!"

He knew her control was almost gone. He put his left arm around her waist and delivered the forty spanks in machine-gun fashion as she twisted and jerked in the encircling band.

He laid her back across the couch, "Stay there!"

Finished at last, he stepped back and observed his handiwork. Two very red bottoms stared at him, twisting and rolling as their owners tried to alleviate some of the pain. He decided to let them simmer awhile and went to the bar. He sat on a stool and sipped a brandy as he listened to their sobs and watched their frantic wiggles slowly wind down to an occasional twitch. By the time he'd finished, both women were still, hanging with legs akimbo, sobbing quietly.

He moved behind them again, "Stand up and turn around."

They complied, hands at their sides, tears running down their cheeks. Their breasts heaved under the plaid shirts as they breathed raggedly between sobs.

"Did that teach you a lesson, Mel?"

"Ye . . . yes, Lover. Wow! That was a fu . . . real good one!"

"And how about you, Nancy?"

"Oooooh God, yes, Dave. That paddle's a good teacher's helper."

"Good. You can rub now."

Two pairs of hands were rubbing two bottoms before the words were out of his mouth. It suddenly occurred to Nancy that the tail of her shirt didn't cover anything, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. A precedent had been set tonight and she was sure that it wouldn't be the last time he'd see her this way.

"You can go to bed, now."

Nancy picked up her clothes and turned to leave. At the door she realized that Melody wasn't with her. She turned and saw her in Dave's arms, slowly grinding her naked pelvis against his as his hands gently massaged the bottom he had just set on fire. Her daughter's eyes locked with hers, pleading. Nancy stared for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded. Melody smiled back and snuggled closer.

"See you at breakfast, kids." They didn't hear her.

In her room she stripped off the rest of her clothes and examined her bottom in the mirror, shaking her head when she saw how angry red it was. Damn, that kid can handle a paddle, she mused. Handled me pretty good, too. I didn't realize how strong he was. He sure put me in my place. God, it was embarrassing showing him my bottom and pussy, but I guess I better get used to it. And the way I begged! Shit, I hated to do that, but that paddle hurt like hell. Well, I got what I deserved so I can't complain.

Nude as always, she slipped into bed and began to gently rub her still burning cheeks. God, I wish Jerry was here to comfort me like he does when he's spanked me. She slowly moved her hands around to her front and continued to rub. I'll bet the kids are having fun. Suddenly she smiled. I sure hope Melody remembers to say something besides fuck me when she's read for it. She was still smiling when the first wave hit.

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