A little light spanking

You reach for your cup, but find to your surprise that the tea's still a little warm to drink, so you put it back and suggest another activity to occupy the time.

"So, girls," you begin, "your strip tease was a little reticent, at first. It improved immensely, I grant you, but still, I think a trip over my knee would help you shed those inhibitions once and for all."

"Oh, thank-you, Professor…"

"…we'd be ever so grateful," the twins gush their appreciation for your willingness to thrash them into shape.

"Find something suitable from the kitchen and something for Simon too, if he's willing to help," you continue and Simon nods vigorously in agreement.

"Be happy to, happy to," he beams happily. "Anything to help."

The blondes don't need to search, going straight for the large jug containing various utensils, including wooden spoons and spatulas. You don't often visit students in their digs, but you imagine they're used to offering such implements to guests when required. In this case, you select what looks like a butter pat, although you doubt many residents are making their own butter in between lectures. Simon has a harder time deciding on an implement and by the time he's chosen a plastic fish-server, the girl you fucked is already draped elegantly over your lap ready to proceed.

"No need to count for this part," you tell her. "I'm just going to warm you up."

"Thank-you, Professor," she replies. "Please may I be spanked for failing to adequately entertain and titillate."

Her sister quickly puts the jug on the table and arranges herself across your companion's thighs, while you start smacking the pert round botty in front of you. You keep it quick and light, just enough to make the cheeks jiggle, using the smooth back of the pat rather than the ridged side. You concentrate mainly on the lower half of the young beauty's buttocks, extending your attention to the tops of her thighs, quickly turning her supple flesh pink, then red and finally deep maroon. The Palme twins' skin is clearly very sensitive and colours up nicely in just a minute or so of mild swats, then it's time for the chastisement to begin in earnest.

"Alright," you say to the sweet young thing, "we'll finish up with five firm ones."

"Thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the first swat."

You're pleased she has the nous to start counting and whack her sharply on the sit spot of her left buttock, this time using the front of the butter pat. It's not as hard as you might smack a really naughty girl, but it's still enough to make her gasp before she thanks you and asks for the second.

Another swat on top of the previous one, fractionally harder, sends a quiver through her bum and a third in the same place produces a sob. You don't vary the position for the last two either and you sense that it's with some relief that the delectable blonde thanks you for your service and begs to show her gratitude. When you tell her to rise and pay you a small fee as her tip, you're pleased to observe that her stunning face is red and streaked with tears. Even a light punishment from you is enough to make her really feel it.

Simon is still spanking his date. He started with rather hesitant taps, as though unaccustomed to providing strict discipline, but with your example next to him, he has come out of his shell and is now slapping her with wild abandon, although he still hasn't manged to reduce her to tears. Your tea is now ready and you sip it while you watch him tire himself out before pronouncing himself satisfied. After all that relatively ineffectual effort, he needs his beverage and a bickie too, whilst he considers his tip.

Before he can say anything, you lean over conspiratorially and suggest he takes cash, since the girls will be giving him all the sex he can handle anyway. He looks startled, but nods in agreement and soon you've both been suitably rewarded. Unfortunately, whilst the interlude has rekindled your ardour, Simon is nowhere near ready for another shag, so you call upon the twins to prove the spanking has had the desired effect and sure enough, they come together with a feigned passion bordering on frenzy.

Watching the erotic show taking place mere inches away, you reflect that it'll be easier to tell the sisters apart now that their bottoms have such different patterns of bruises.