She "Doesn't" want me to spank her.

"Don't Touch me Brent..." Kaila moaned softly, her hands slipping down so that they lay against the carpeted steps. Her gorgeous ass, marked with soft red spots, swayed in front of me subtly, and in between the soft sheen of moisture on her thighs brought home how much she wanted me to do this. "I don't want you to touch me..."

The Sound of wood smacking on Kaila's ass was sharp in the room, and my gaze drifted along the spoon, up Carla's arm, to her full breasts as she proudly nibbled at her sister's ear again.

"You know what happens to bad girls who lie..." Carla giggled, before another sharp sting of the wooden item was heard. "Next time you lie, he's going to spank you..."

"I don't want him to spank me..." Kaila commented loudly over her shoulder, her eyes flashing mischeviously.

"Oh what a LIE..." Carla straightened, and beckoned me with an outstretched finger which she managed to crook in a manner I found incredibly seductive. I couldn't resist the invitation and rapidly levered myself off the reclining position I had been in to cross the room in a few short steps. I placed one hand on Kaila's shirt, which still covered the upper half of her body and brought myself close to her.

"No... No... NO!" Kaila Grinned at me as I brought my hand close to her soft flesh repeatedly. Each time she lied I brought my hand closer, and on the final near shout of NO my hand impacted on her and I gripped one of the globes of her ass tightly after I did so. I squeezed tightly and her wince and simultaneous moan made a rush of sheer pleasure run through me.

"There we go..." Carla grinned at me, before she rapidly paddled Kaila's upper thigh on the opposite side for several whacks. "Stop telling lies, and we'll stop punishing you."

"I HATE this..." Kaila moaned to another hard smack. "You're an AWFUL sister... Tying me up and offering me to a ****... Mmmm... fuck that one felt terrible... " Kaila continued to grin as each lie brought a renewed smack from either my hand or Carla's wooden spoon. Each impact seemed to encourage her more, and ardent moans inbetween some of the worst lying I'd ever seen issued out of her mouth.

"Take over while I slip into something a little more comfortable..." Carla Stepped around me to the staircase and began to rapidly ascend it, stopping only a moment to teasingly play with the exposed cord that hung there.

"You were right... this IS a lot of fun..." Carla grinned at Kaila before she nearly sprinted up the stairs.

"THAT LINE SUCKS!" Kaila shouted after her sister, to the sudden smack of my hand against her ass. "I think it sucks, then... " She sulkily amended. "You're really terrible at this you know."

I aimed for her upper thigh and found out later that our decision not to wear wedding rings was a really GOOD idea. Would have left a nasty welt, and the last thing I wanted to do was really hurt Kaila. In any case, the sagging of her body in response and the soft groan was quite enjoyable.

"OH this is so awful... going to totally call **** on you..." Those were pretty bush league lies, and got a bush league response. I didn't really give her any good ones until her incredibly obvious lie about having slept with a football team with Charlotte while they were out.

"Darling, I would have noticed if you took fifty cream pies. And fifty in five hours... possible, but there would have had to have been far more than a hundred guys, because I know how ravenous Charlotte can be. Besides, I can't think of a single place in Carmel where you can get that many people together in one place for anything other than a golf game."

"You would have believed it before the trip." Kaila responded as I wound up for another soft strike. "Come on, Brent... just... you know what I want..."

I smacked her again, listening for the footsteps of Carla. Still hadn't heard anything, although I had heard some rustling and drawers being pulled upstairs.

"Maybe... but this isn't about you, dear wife..." I let my fingers linger for a moment on the outer lips of her pussy, just long enough for her to ease into the contact before pulling my hand away. "This is about what I want this time."