No, he's not done with Grace.

Mr. Carter stepped back from Grace, tucking his cock away and doing up his pants as he looked down at her come spattered face. She slowly got to her feet, her eyes never leaving his. Her nipples were stiff and hard, and her pale skin was flushed with excitement.

Sally still sat on the bed, her face a mask of disgusted horror as she stared at her sister. Grace bent down to pick up her discarded shirt, but he stopped her with a barked command.

"You aren't finished missy!" he snapped. "You got your sister out of being punished, but you still have punishment to take." She looked him with wide eyed shock, her chin trembling.

"But...you...but you said...." she stammered, fighting tears.

"I said I wouldn't punish your sister. You still have some coming."

"But...but...I sucked your cock!" she wailed.

"To get your sister off the hook. Now turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the bed," he ordered, picking up the hand mirror and smiling cruelly at her.

Grace was in turmoil, her emotions churning within her. Shame battled with defiance and excitement and arousal, her mind frozen for a moment. Then with a frightened whimper she turned and bent over, looking back over her shoulder at him as she put her hands on the bed. She knew that her tight shorts stretched over her ripe teen rump, and she couldn't stop herself from wriggling at him.

Sally couldn't tear her eyes away, her mouth half open in shock as she stared at her sister. She shuddered as Mr. Carter smiled coldly at her as he swing the mirror back.

"Owwwwww! That stings!" Grace howled as he smacked the mirror against her ass.

"It's supposed to," he said calmly. "This is punishment."

"Owwwww! Not so hard! Please Sir!" She put a hand behind her in an attempt to protect herself.

"Take your hand down," he ordered firmly.

"Please sir....please use your hand....the mirror is so hard," she whimpered pathetically.

"Be quiet and do what you're told."

"Please sir," she begged. Seized with inspiration she looked back at him and fumbled with the waistband of her shorts. She pulled them down her thighs, exposing the creamy roundness of her ass, decorated only by a wisp of scarlet thong disappearing between her cheeks. "Please sir...use your hand....please..."

She shuddered at the predatory smile on his face as he looked down at her rump. Sally's face was utterly horrified, struck silent by the scene in front of her. Mr. Carter tossed the mirror onto the bed, then landed a stinging smack on one cheek of Grace's ass.

"Owwwww! Oh God....that stings," she yelped, wriggling her ass as though to shake off the pain of the spanking. She felt a hot gush of wetness in her cunt, her clit engorging with arousal. When he landed another smack, this time on her other cheek, she squealed again, wriggling deliciously, and bending over further, raising her ass higher.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned as he slapped her again, once again wriggling, and spreading her legs as far as her half pulled off shorts allowed. "Please sir...how much more..."

"Until I decide you've had enough," he growled, spanking her again and delighting in the sound of her dismayed squeal. Grace moaned, feeling something inside her change, loving the sensation of being spanked by a powerful older man, her hot teen cunt flooding with moisture. She whimpered and squirmed, her hands clutching the blankets on his bed as she looked back at him, her eyes hot and sultry.