Complicatedly

"Spank her hard, Matt."

Cindi was rubbing her butt, which was, Matt was pleased to see, a pleasing pink color.

"Are you ready," he asked Pam.

"Yes, master."

Fuck, that sounded good. He knew she was probably just gaming him but he was okay with that. This was the best game he'd ever played.

Wack. He laid a hard swat on her right buttock.

"Oh. Oww. You really spanked hard."

Cindi giggled. "He does spank hard. Do more."

"Please, master," Pam added.

Matt spanked away. Because he'd given Cindi ten swats, he decided on twenty for Pam.

He was at fifteen when he noticed Cindi's door was open a crack. He was positive he'd closed it behind them so he looked more carefully.

Yes, Cindi's mother, Mrs. Phuan, was behind the door watching.

How long had she been there? Was he dead meat?

"Keep going," Cindi demanded. "Why did you stop."

"Please, Master," Pam added.

The door slowly closed. Shit, Mrs. Phuan had basically given him permission to continue spanking her daughters. And she'd surely seen Cindi's naked and bright pink butt.

He finished the spanking, making the last two extra-hard and letting his hand linger on her ass afterward.

"Fuck, I am dripping wet," Pam said.

"Me too," Cindi's voice was a whisper.

"Matt. Can you come and talk to me please." Mrs. Phuan's voice sounded like it was only a couple of inches outside the door. While she'd closed the door, she apparently hadn't moved and stayed to listen to her daughter being disciplined.

He tried to think of some justification, some excuse for what she had seen... and came up empty.

Well, hell. Just when things were getting interesting.

"I think she knows what happened," he whispered to the girls. "If she murders me and puts my body down the garbage disposal, at least think kindly of me from time to time."

Pam giggled. "Want us to come and defend you?"

"I'll call if I need you. Farewell. It was a lot of fun."

"I was only kidding about the anal," Cindi whispered. "It's way too early for that."