Chapter 3: Punished in Panties

Continued from chapter 2:

“Jane, can you fetch him a pair of your most silky, frilly, and feminine panties from your suitcase? I don't want his bare cock leaking on your thighs."

Jane blinks in surprise at Taylor's suggestion, a fierce blush staining her cheeks. I am simmering with outrage that Taylor would let her have this liberty with me. Jane? Find panties for me to wear while she spanks me?

The thought sends a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside me—embarrassment, indignation, but also a dark thrill of excitement. Jane opens her mouth to protest, but Taylor fixes her with a stern look, daring her to defy her. Swallowing hard, she nods jerkily.

She hurries to her room, her heart pounding wildly. Once inside, she rifles through her underwear drawer, searching for something suitable. Her fingers brush against a lacy satin pair of pink boy shorts she bought on a whim but never had the nerve to wear.

Jane returns, grinning and twirling the delicate pink satin and lace boy shorts around her finger. She presents them to me, her hands held out with a graceful poise. Taylor positions herself behind me, her palm meeting my bare skin with a gentle spank, asserting control and making it clear what is to come.

"You’ve been a bad boy," she says, her voice low and commanding.

"First, you need to ask Jane to dress you in those panties. You can do that now."

Taylor steps back, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watches me squirm.

"Go on, ask her nicely."

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I take a deep breath, trying to hide my humiliation.

"Jane, would you please dress me in those panties?"

Jane grins, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

Taylor watches, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Look at him, Jane. So obedient. Who would have thought?"

Jane laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I think he secretly loves this. Look how hard he is."

I flush, my cock throbbing traitorously. This is going to be a long night.

I raise my hands to my head, surrendering, as heat floods my cheeks.

"Jane, will you please dress me in the beautiful panties you've chosen?" I ask, my voice a mix of anticipation and dread.

Jane gapes at me, her mouth open in disbelief. She looks down at the delicate pink boyshorts dangling from her fingertip, then back at my naked body. Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she sways slightly, lightheaded with shock.

"Nothing would please me more..." she murmurs, stealing a nervous glance at Taylor. Taylor nods reassuringly, urging her to continue.

Taylor leans in, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Look at him, Jane. All naked and pathetic. You must be loving this."

Jane swallows hard, her hands trembling as she kneels before me, holding the panties open.

"S-step in," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

As I lift each foot, she slides the smooth fabric up my calves, over my knees, until they hug my hips snugly. The cool silk is a stark contrast against my warm skin.

Taylor chuckles-

"Look at how his cock twitches. He's enjoying this more than he thought he would."

I'm on the verge of tears, humiliation and disbelief coursing through me. I can't believe Jane is doing this to me, and that Taylor is not just allowing it, but encouraging it. Taylor pats my silk-clad ass, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

"Now, beg Jane for your spanking," she commands, amusement lacing her voice.

A single tear rolls down my cheek as I surrender to Taylor, my future wife, and to Jane, my long-time rival. I take a deep breath, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within me.

"Jane, I'm sorry for my behavior. Please, bend me over your lap and spank my pantied bottom with your hand and the hairbrush until you're satisfied that I've learned my lesson. Nothing would please me more than to take my punishment at your hands..."

Jane's heart pounds in her chest as she listens to me beg so sweetly for her to spank me, my eyes filled with tears and pleading. She can hardly believe this is happening—that I, the guy she's always envied, am now at her mercy, ready to be spanked like a naughty boy.

She runs her fingers through my hair, almost gently, savoring the soft strands slipping through her fingers. Then, she grips a fistful, tugging my head back firmly.

"Look at him, all eager and humiliated," Jane says, glancing at Taylor.

"You must be so embarrassed, Ero. Your cock is practically begging for this."

"Apology accepted," she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Now, present yourself for your punishment like a good boy."

With her other hand, Jane guides me over her knee, positioning my panty-clad bottom high in the air. The shiny fabric stretches tightly, molding to the curves of my backside.

I lie still, my panty-clad bottom raised, waiting for the first strike.

Jane raises her hand high, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation. Then she brings it down hard on my panty-covered cheek with a resounding SMACK! The delicate fabric bunches slightly, softening the initial sting, but I still gasp at the sudden heat that radiates through me.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

My hips squirm over her lap as she continues, alternating between my left and right cheek with rapid fire. Each impact causes the satin to slide back, revealing tantalizing glimpses of my smooth skin beneath.

Muffled cries escape my lips, growing louder and more **** with each strike. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, dampening the couch cushions below. I tremble against Jane, my muscles tensing and relaxing with each blow. Jane is spanking me—annoying Jane, the third wheel, who somehow has the upper hand thanks to Taylor's intervention.

Taylor leans in, encouraging Jane from the sidelines. Their conversation flows over me as Jane grabs a hairbrush and ramps up the intensity of the spanking.

“Is this the grand finale already?” I think, tears cascading down my cheeks as Taylor cheers Jane on, offering advice that only adds to my humiliation.

With each echoing SMACK, my cries become more frantic.

“This is what you get for being such a brat!” Jane scolds, punctuating her words with a sharp blow.

“Disrespecting me like that!” SMACK! “I hope you learn your lesson!” SMACK!

My bottom grows hot and swollen beneath the abused satin, the fabric riding up to expose the creamy globes of my ass, now painted an angry red.

Jane pauses for a moment, admiring her handiwork, trailing her fingertips over the vivid red welts crisscrossing my skin. Leaning down, she hisses in my ear,

“You’re mine now, got it? Whenever I want to spank this bratty bottom, you’ll bend over and take it like a good boy.”

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

I sob, surrendering completely, a mess of tears and snot as Jane continues the relentless spanking, her hands a blur of motion as they rain down on me. Taylor joins in, teasing and scolding me with playful taunts that only heighten my embarrassment. Each reprimand feels like a fire igniting my humiliation.

Jane finally sets the hairbrush aside, her palm now rubbing soothing circles over my throbbing buttocks.

“There,” she declares, satisfaction lacing her voice, “that ought to teach you some manners.”

To be continued in chapter 4...