Now Markus's cock was growing thick. "You think?" he choked out. "Listen, you just worry about bringing Davenport down so life can go back to normal around here, okay? Master Markus will take care of your baby tonight."
"Thanks, man," Derek said.
"No problem. Let Lukus know things are going good here at the loft."
"Will do." The call dropped.
Markus's eyes connected with his beautiful wife's as she carried the tray full of bowls of ice cream over to the great room, placing it in the center of the coffee table. Tiffany delivered bowls to her brother and Josh, while Bri came in with one big bowl for her and Markus to share. She plopped down into his lap, snuggling in close.
"I missed you, Sir." Her lips nibbled at his neck, bringing his cock to full attention.
"I missed you more, sweetheart. It also seems Rachel is missing Derek." He pulled away a few inches so he could look into her eyes as he asked, "How would you feel about me delivering a punishment to her tonight for Master Derek?"
He could see her surprise, but was relieved to discover there was no jealousy there. "Would she be able to eat ice cream then?"
"Apparently."
"Then, sure. As long as I get to watch." Bri's own pupils were dilating as she obviously contemplated watching her friend being punished. She glanced over at Rachel in the corner, her bottom pushed out enticingly.
Markus couldn't help but chuckle. "Some friend you are. You look absolutely excited to see her get her ass lit up."
She grinned back. "Hey, I'm a masochist. I can't help it."
Brianna might be taking the strange request in her stride, but Tiffany was scandalized. "You're fucking kidding me! You wouldn't dare."
Markus grinned back. "Oh, little girl, your fiancé has already given me carte blanche to punish you any way I see fit when you are in my care. I'd watch that mouth. I happen to know how your Dom handles that potty mouth of yours."
Tiffany's eyes grew wide with surprise before she quickly looked back down to take a sudden deep interest in her bowl of ice cream.
Markus called out. "Rachel, turn around." When she did, he saw the first sign of fear in her eyes. "Leave your panties around your knees and go back to the bedroom to get your punishment hairbrush. Bring it to me."
For the briefest of seconds, Markus wondered if she would back out, deciding she didn't need ice cream after all, but she eventually shuffled off in the direction of the bedroom, returning a few moments later with the well-worn, heavy wooden paddle brush.
When she stopped in front of him, she slowly held out the implement.
"Thank you. Brianna, I need your help."
Markus looked up into his wife's eyes. He could tell she thought she was going to be paddled, too. "Come over to the left side of my chair and kneel. You're going to hold Rachel's hands still as she gets her bottom roasted," he said. He almost grinned when he saw the disappointment on his little masochist's face. In that moment, he knew he'd be borrowing Derek's hairbrush in the privacy of their own room later that evening. He would enjoy having Brianna wiggling over his lap before sinking his cock deep inside her.
Rachel gracefully draped herself across his lap, her toes unable to touch the floor, her body angled so she hung across the puffy armrest of the plush chair, her hands reaching out to grasp Brianna's. Markus knew she had to be able to feel his erection poking her tummy, but it couldn't be helped. The whole scene was sexually charged.
Before starting, he looked across at Aiden and Josh. Both men wore stern, unreadable looks on their face. He decided the polite thing to do might be to give them an out.
"Knowing how you boys feel about this kind of thing, you might want to go in the other room for a while."
Aiden forced his eyes over to meet his sister's before turning back to the spectacle about to unfold. It seemed he had to choke out his answer. "We're good."
Satisfied they knew what they were getting into, Markus began. He normally warmed up Brianna's ass before lighting into her with a heavy implement, wanting to keep down any bruising. He felt it would go too far to use his bare hand on Rachel, so he started the punishment with a dozen slow, almost sensual strokes, spread evenly across her rounded bottom. He tried not to notice how nicely her skin pinked up.
He took a break after the warm-up to look up at his wife. She was watching intently. He wanted some assurance from her that she was okay with him punishing another man's wife, so he raised his eyebrows. He was rewarded with a slight nod of her head, followed by a shy smile.
Damn, I love her so much.
He had a sudden need to be inside his wife's hot pussy, and knew that just one butt-blistering hair-brushing stood in the way of making that happen. He pulled his arm back and began the spanking in earnest. Unlike during his warm up, the next few dozen strokes to Rachel's bare globes were strong, meant to leave an impression on the spankee. Based on her wiggling and eventual moaning, he knew his message was getting through. He continued without a break until he heard her start to cry, knowing that was the release that women like Brianna and Rachel needed. He may not understand the why, but he knew it to be true.
By the time he had finished, Rachel's ass and tender sit-spots were cherry red. She had tried several times to reach back to protect her bottom, but Brianna had taken her job seriously, holding her friend in place until her punishment
