You want to feel her touch your prick

You step to the edge of the sofa cushion, your knees hitting the velour material.

Frannie's pleading eyes travel from your evil glare to the obvious bulge inches from her face, then back again, hopeful for an end to her punishment.

You reach down and take one girlish hand from it's propped position on the sofa cushion and place it over the growing tent at the crotch of your slacks.

"Anything, you say?" you calmly question the tarty blonde, patting the back of her hand with your remaining one as you hold hers in place.

Frannie looks you in the eyes and nods, giving your clothed cock a gentle squeeze.

"Stop, Sarah!" you order to the spanking brunette on the other side of the sofa.

Sarah looks to you, her jaw dropping. She had been so involved in administering swats, she hadn't noticed the exchange going on until now.

"Frannie! You're not really gonna.."

You shush Sarah with a finger to your lips as Frannie reaches with both hands to the tab of your zipper.

"Stay put, Sarah. If Frannie doesn't perform satisfactorily, you may be called upon to resume swats!"

You smile to yourself as you watch Frannie struggle to fish your hardon from your slacks and boxers. Nothing like a little added incentive!