She gets inventive

"You know, Jared," Aileen begins, "it is getting a bit late. Perhaps we could combine my involvement with the next portion of the exercise."

"How so?" Jared asked, intrigued at the prospect.

Rebecca was looking at her mother as she rubbed her ass cheeks. Her face was a mess of dread and mascara.

"Becca, come here and lay across the the table," her mother commanded.

"Nooo!" Rebecca whined, beginning to cry again. She shuffled in place, as if she were a toddler who wasn't allowed to get a toy at the store.

Before either of the ladies could react, Jared stood and grabbed Rebecca's wrist. He spun her around so her ass was facing Aileen and began smacking her ass. He continued to hold her hand up high so her movement was restricted. She writhed under his quick and decisive ****, using her other hand to ineffectively defend her beaten rear.

"Ow! Ow! Noo! Stop! Please!" She begged. Jared continued for a couple seconds more. When he finally released his prey, she immediately brought her hands back to her ass to soothe the stinging.

"Do as you mother asked," Jared demanded.

Rebecca slowly made her way to the table where her mother stood, rubbing her ass all the while. When she got there, Aileen tapped the tabletop. Defeated, Rebecca climbed onto the table with her red butt still on display.

"Turn around and lay with your head facing this end, then lay on your stomach," Aileen instructed.

The naughty teen did as she was told. She was now facing Jared and Aileen, laying down with her ass exposed. In this prone position, Jared was truly able to see how firm and round Rebecca's rump was. It was almost as if she were sticking it out, but he could tell that wasn't the case.

Aileen walked over to the whiteboard as Jared observed. He hadn't really noticed before, but someone had left a foam roller in the room. He remembered how his old team used to use this room for all sorts of things, one of them being stretching and exercise. Nothing got the creative juices flowing like fresh blood supply to the brain and limbs. Aileen picked it up as well as a yard stick that was on the whiteboard tray. Jared smiled at her as she made her way back toward her recalcitrant daughter.

"W-what's that for?" Rebecca asked, her eyes wide.

Aileen ignored her as she walked to the side of the table. Rebecca turned her head to watch, slowly realizing what it was her mother was doing.

"Lift your ass, dear," her mother instructed.

"Wait," was all Rebecca had the strength to say as her mother gave her a deadly glare. Rebecca turned her head back around to face Jared, pouting while she slowly raised her hips. Whether she knew it or not, it was one of the hottest things Jared had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Aileen slid the sturdy foam roller underneath and Rebecca rested down on top of it. As designed, her ass was now beautifully propped up.

"And I think we know what this is for," Aileen stated, tapping her open palm with the yardstick to create a sharp smacking sound. Rebecca whimpered and kicked her legs a little.

Aileen held out the stick to test the length of her swing. She brought it up a bit, and then gently down so it tapped Rebecca's sore bum.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, as her daughter continued to whine in protest.

"Now, Jared," Aileen began, "step up to Rebecca's youthful little mouth and prepare your timer."

She didn't have to ask twice. Jared quickly closed the gap between his rock hard dick and Rebecca's pouting mouth

"Are you ready, Rebecca?" Jared asked as he fiddled with his watch. She furrowed her brow, but licked her lips in preparation.

Jared put 3 minutes on the timer and signaled to Aileen with a nod that he was ready. She drew the yardstick up in the air, and with a beep, Jared started the timer.