Kimmi's forgotten her discipline book

(Originally posted by Ambrose-Euanthe)

“I- I don’t have it,” Kimmi admitted. “I- I left it in Annie’s bedroom.” She paused. “I think.”

“Oh, Kimmi,” Jennifer sighed, reaching out to stroke her concubine’s cheek. “It’s very important that you have your discipline book with you at all times. It’s fine to leave it behind when carrying it would interfere with your duties as concubine, but you chose to come in here of your own free will, and you ought to have had it. That way we could’ve recorded your infraction and forgotten about it, without having to keep bad things in mind until your session.”

“I know,” Kimmi trembled. “I’m so, so sorry I let you down.”

“I know you are, sweetie,” Jennifer said, rubbing away a tear that trickled from Kimmi’s watering eyes. “You know I have to assign you another demerit for it, though.”

Kimmi nodded, just a little sadly.

“We… could work them off right now,” Jennifer offered, glancing back at Kevin. They hadn’t really spoken about… but still, it was the obvious thing… “Would you like that?”

“I…” Kimmi glanced up, “whatever you prefer, Mrs Jones,” she continued. “If I may… if we do… after… can we still…? I’ll try to be as quick as possible,” she blurted. “It’s only two-hundred lines, so-”

“No.” Jennifer interrupted, holding up her palm. “You’re not a little girl anymore Kimmi. You’re a woman, albeit a young one, and really too old for lines. We think-” she glanced back to Kevin, saw his affirmative, even eager, nod, “-that your punishments should be more adult.”

Kimmi trembled. Apprehensive. Aroused.

Jennifer gently pulled her into a hug. Turned them to face her husband, sitting on the end of their vast bed. “Go sit on Kevin’s lap,” Jen whispered.

Kimmi’s breath quickened. Took a hesitant step forward.

Jen lightly pushed the girl’s shoulders.

Their concubine went to her husband, and Kevin gathered her in his arms. Kissed her lightly. Pulled her into his lap.

She could feel his cock straining beneath her. Between her asscheeks.

“Bend over,” Jen said.

Kimmi’s eyes went wide. Met Kevin’s. He nodded slowly, and gradually pulled her down. Her microskirt rode up over her ass. Her panties were black, and lacy.