Of course

After a quick set of pushups and half an hour on the phone with Cindi reviewing biology, Matt headed for the bedroom... where his mother and sister, both naked, waited for him.

"We're sorry and we need to be punished," his mom announced.

"What have you done."

"We let you down. You needed us to help with your first show and we both said no."

"That's true." He tried to make his voice stern. This was playacting, to a certain extent, but playacting could have real consequences. In this case it would help consolidate his leadership position in the family.

"Yet your failure is partially mitigated by your need to keep your job, in your case, mother, and to promote the success of our business by supporting Amy in your case, Karen. Those partly, but not completely, mitigate the required punishment."

"Thank you, master," his mom said.

Karen snickered but cut it off when he glared at her.

"I think ten spanks each is sufficient, as long as you are truly sorry."

"We are," Karen said. "Mother insisted that we demonstrate our contrition."

"You are both good girls even though you sometimes behave badly," Matt said. "Karen, I'll start with you."

"Yes... master."

Considering Karen was the smart one, having her call him master definitely got his penis interested.

"Both of you, grab your ankles and stand. I've been too easy on you letting you lie across my lap."

"Yes, master," both women said as they bent over, grabbing their ankles and presenting him with their butts and pussies.

He inspected both of them. "Karen, mother is still full bush. I want you to shave her tomorrow."

"Yes, master."

"And both of you, before you come to bed every night, I want you to lube each other's asses. I don't want to be inconvenienced if I decide to take the back door."

"Yes, sir." His mother's voice trembled with, he thought, sexual desire. Damn, how could he have lived all those years with her not even knowing she was a submissive. Karen, on the other hand, was still play-acting. Still, if she did what he said and took her punishment, he suspected she would, sooner or later, stop play-acting and become the real thing. Which was completely cool. He'd started this with the idea that he'd train her for real boyfriends when the time came. He definitely intended that such a time would never come, that Karen would be his plaything forever.

He checked out Karen's twat and ass hoping to find something to criticize there but couldn't find anything. Except for the landing strip he'd already approved, she was keeping herself shaved for him. She must be shaving every evening because he couldn't even find a stubble.

"Good girl," he told her.

"Thank you... master."

"Okay, ten spanks each."

As he'd promised, he started with his sister, not striking with all his power but not going easy, either. He made a mental note to add some paddles to his Amazon wish list. His hand was going to be bruised if he kept doing this by hand and, of course, he suspected he could generate higher tips by using tools.

"Thank you, master," she said when he'd finished spanking and rubbed some lotion onto her blushing cheeks.

"On your knees," he said. "Mother, you're next."