No - there are other bottoms yet unspanked!

You put your finger over her lips. "You've got more coming later" you tell her. "For now, I need to deal with your daughter and her friend".

She nods reluctantly and stands up, her gait distinctly unsteady. She silently offers you the hairbrush as you get up and adjust your clothing, preparing to confront the naughtiest girls in town.

You take it and make your way quickly up the stairs, not pausing to knock at the blue door.

Tasha and Rachel are both sitting on the bed in the kind of soft shorts and tees you'd work out or sleep in. "Dammit, You're like the friggin' terminator!" Yells Tasha the moment you cross the threshold, grabbing a drink off the nightstand and hurling it at you full ****.