No screw up here.

Rachel swallowed, wiping her forehead. "W...well...um...it's pretty clear you're...upset," she stammered. Was that how I sounded? Probably not. She was far cuter when she was nervous. "So...er...how can...we're sorry, first of all. Aren't we, Jan?" she continued.

At first, it seemed Jan hadn't heard, but she slowly began to shake her head. "Not even a little," the diminutive Irish lass muttered. Rachel may have been slightly turned on by my sudden display of aggression, but Jan was clearly relishing it. Her chest heaved and she looked as though she was going to throw herself at me.

The response was not what Rachel had hoped for, clearly. "No, we are! We didn't mean to upset you, John. Really!" she protested. I wanted to accept her apology. I wanted to tell her it was alright and that I was the one who should be sorry for getting angry.

Yet if I did that, I knew it would just let their quarreling continue, and I couldn't have that. As much as I didn't like it, I had to be stern...at least until I get my point across on this. Well, that would be how it was for Rachel. I had a feeling Jan would want me acting like this toward her every chance I could. Either way, I had to tough it out. "Well, you both should be," I replied. "You two fighting like that...you should be ashamed of yourselves! You're both grown women and you're bickering like children!"

Rachel looked down at her feet (the best she could without bending over anyway. Those boobs blocked the view). "You're right, John. That was stupid of us," she whispered. God dammit, I couldn't tell if she was being like this because she was aroused or if she was truly upset with herself! Given how much I hated the idea of hurting her like that, it was really freaking me out.

"Well, if you want to make up for you, you two could start by..." I began, ready to tell them to apologize to each other, not to me. Burying the hatchet would be the first step.

Before I could continue, however, Jan jumped in. "No! No, we've been bad and we need to be punished!" she insisted. Rachel's cheeks ignited, the red standing out against her pale skin all the more. I didn't think she wanted to be punished. It didn't seem to fit her character, kinky as she could some times be. She wanted to be on my good side, clearly. Rachel was always the first to check on me, the first to ask if I was okay...the first to protect me, even from Jenny's mostly harmless teasing.

So saying... "I don't think so, Jan. Rachel apologized and I can tell she means it. You, on the other hand..." Jan nodded eagerly, wanting me to continue. It was clear I would have to punish her now...or she might keep doing things to piss me off in the hopes that I will later. Actually, that might just be how she acted from now on. Well, if she did that, her punishment would consist of me ignoring her.

That would come later. Now she needed to be punished.