Honey, Where are your pants?

The door swung open to reveal an extremely interesting moment. I barely had time to take in the image of my wife, bare from the waist down, with her wrists tied to the banister of the staircase. She was slightly bent over, and I could see the entire expanse of her bare legs and ass as she stood there.

"CLOSE THE DOOR!" Kaila gasped as I stood there, taking in the scene. Carla was rummaging in the kitchen for something, and I could hear the sound of drawers being pulled open as I rapidly dropped the handful of letters onto the floor and spun to close the door, and apply the deadbolt.

"Awww, should left it open!" Carla shouted from the kitchen, and I heard the slam of a drawer and a slight tap of wood on a counter.

"Oh, no, hell no." Kaila shook her head lowering it slightly between her arms which were securely fastened. I took several steps over to where she was restrained, and my eyes took in the elegant bow that her wrists were tied with. Easy to get loose, I noted. Would only take one pull on a strand just hung out of the reach of Kaila's fingertips. "If you make the fucking little tied up at the moment joke, I will have ****."

"It was tempting, I must admit," I grinned at her, allowing my hand to slide along the back of her shirt. "Actually want to see what Carla has in mind."

"It's a spanking, Brent, you know it."

"Way to ruin the mood, Sis," Carla commented, stepping out of the kitchen while pulling her shirt over her head. The view of her soft cotton bra encasing her breasts was an interesting contrast to how her sister was dressed. As I continued to watch, she placed a large wooden spoon on the counter and released the clasp, removing the garment with no ceremony whatsoever.

Her hand came down again once more, encircling the wooden item once again. She stepped to the opposite side of her bound sister, and looked at me with a smile.

"So... I think I should start by letting her think about what she's done a bit," Carla leaned across her sister's back with an upturned face. I took the hint and kissed her gently behind Kaila's back. "That was nice..."

My hand slid along Kaila's bare ass, as I took the opportunity to once again kiss Carla, this time with a little more passion. The soft sound of Kaila's moaning voice beneath me was suddenly silenced by a squeak as I heard the sound of wood impacting lightly on flesh.

"Nope, she doesn't get a reward until she thinks about what she's done..." Carla admonished me, pushing my hand off of Kaila's ass. "After all, she already got plenty."

She followed the action by beginning to pepper her sister's upturned bottom with light smacks from the spoon. Kaila would seem to begin to anticipate the strike, at which point Carla would stop, and instead caress the skin with the spoon. Just long enough for Kaila to relax again of course, at which point Carla would find a new spot to smack.

I reclined against the back of the couch, just watching the activity. Kaila wasn't saying anything, just alternately gasping and softly moaning as her sister expertly teased and struck at her skin. I couldn't help but notice as she became wetter and wetter as the activity continued. Her legs became more and more splayed as well, aching for touch.

"Please..." Kaila whispered in response to another strike.

"Please what?" Carla grinned next to her sister's ear. I saw her lips nibble gently at the skin and Kaila shudder in response.

I groaned at this, watching Carla dominate her sister. She whispered something to Kaila, before she ran the curved dowel end of the spoon along the small of Kaila's back. The reaction was instantaneous, and Kaila lowered herself further, her backside looking extremely inviting, and sending a rush of blood through my lower body.

"So tell him..." Carla spoke much louder than her previous quiet whisper.