Bobby finished the second-to-last lawn and was on his way to the Bianchis’ home with even more excitement than he usually felt going to one of his ‘special service’ customers. He had no idea what surprise Lucia had in store, but he was anxious to find out. He hoped it involved having her over his knee for another spanking, as he had quite liked that, and had found himself thinking of it often during the week that transpired. He tried to understand what had intrigued him about smacking the woman’s ass and had eventually arrived at two theories, both of which could be true.

The first was similar to everything else he’d done for his sexy ladies, and that was the joy of pleasing them. He truly loved seeing them getting so aroused, the excitement building until they cried out with the ultimate pleasure; a body-rattling orgasm. And Lucia had clearly loved being over ‘Daddy’s’ knee getting spanked like a naughty little girl, though he suspected she hadn’t expected to cum while still doing so.

This led him to the second theory, which he formulated more slowly. He wondered if he’d turned a corner on the naïve, innocent persona he’d been so successful with. Even with Linda and Julie, he’d begun to take the initiative, not needing their direction nearly as much, and they, too, seemed surprised and pleased, but not to the extent that Lucia had with her orgasmic spanking. Still, she’d taken control back after having her ass smacked with the incredible cock ride that followed.

“He’s here, Mom!” Mia called out from the front room when Bobby’s truck pulled up.

“Okay. He takes a little more than half an hour to do the lawns. I open the back door before he comes back to use the blower, and he comes in as soon as he’s done. With the cooler temps, he won’t be quite as sweaty, but I can’t wait to see his face when he gets a load of us!”

“You’re sure you want me to have him to myself first?” Mia asked, though she loved the idea, especially considering their plan.

Bobby’s excitement was building as he worked the relatively small yard. He’d seen no sign of activity, and the doors were closed in back through the mowing and edging, but when he went in back with the blower, the doors were open. He quickly finished the work, put the blower down, and headed to the door, hopefully to see what surprise Lucia had in store for him.

A surprise is supposed to be something unexpected, but this was not even close to anything he could imagine. Lucia was sitting on the end of the chaise, with Mia draped across her lap as though she was about to be spanked.

“Oh, Bobby! I’m so glad you’re here! Say hi to Mia!”

“Um … hi, Mia,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi, Bobby!” Mia replied with a bitten lip and a sexy smile.

“Mia’s been a very bad girl, and I was about to give her a good spanking, but now that you’re here, you can do it! Get up, Mia.”

Mia got up and they both stood, showing off their matching schoolgirl outfits, although Lucia’s blouse was sleeveless this time. Short blue/green plaid skirts, tight white blouses, black shoes, and white ankle socks had them looking more like classmates than mother and daughter.

“C’mon, Bobby! Sit right here!” Lucia said, pointing to where she’d been sitting.

Bobby stepped further into the room warily, unsure of what to make of this situation. He’d liked spanking Lucia, and he’d love to do the same to Mia’s tight little rump, but not if she didn’t want it. Lucia had retreated behind the sofa by the time he walked up to Mia and gave her a tender kiss.

“Mmm, that was nice, Bobby, but … I really have been a bad girl. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Mom can spank me, but I’d really like you to do it,” she said softly, with such a cute smile.

“Okay. If it’s really what you want?” he said with a hint of a smile, too.

“Yes, Bobby. Spank me. Spank my bare bottom, please?” she said, running one hand over his bare chest and the other opening the buttons of her blouse. “Oh yeah,” she sighed when he pushed her blouse off her shoulders, took her firm, young tits in hand, and tilted her head up for several short, but wet, kisses.

“So, you’ve been a bad girl, Mia?” he asked as his hands slid down over her hips to land on her bottom, squeezing her cheeks through the thick fabric of her skirt.

“Yes, Bobby!”

“What did you do that was so bad?”

“I’ll … I’ll tell you later, but it was awful, so I deserve a good spanking!”

“Okay,” he said, finally sitting where Lucia had directed him earlier, on the end of the leather chaise. Holding her hand, she directed him to his side, and then down across his lap, with her torso still on the sofa, supported on her elbows for now.

“I’ll just leave you two to it for a while,” Lucia said, and made her way upstairs, through the loft overlooking the living room, and disappeared into her bedroom.

“You have such a beautiful bottom, Mia! Are you sure you want me to spank it?” he said as he flipped her short skirt up, revealing her perfect, little butt in translucent white bikini panties.

“Thank you, and yes, please!” she replied, pushing it up into his caressing hands. “Ooo! Ow! Oh God! Yes! Spank me, Bobby!” she cried in reaction to a dozen firm smacks on alternate cheeks.

Seeing that she clearly liked it, he wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand just inches from her pussy, and continued spanking at a moderate pace. He liked how her firm cheeks just quivered briefly before settling down with each spank; a noted contrast to Lucia’s wobbling bottom.

Mia was in heaven. She’d always worried the reality wouldn’t measure up to the fantasy, but couldn’t have predicted that it would so far surpass it. While punishment was usually the premise for a sought-after spanking, Bobby was making it feel so good! She felt like he could just go on and on with no limit and wondered whether she’d even tell him about the paddle her mother had insisted on buying and hiding under one of the sofa cushions.

She was just starting to squirm under the gradually increasing intensity of his hand. Running light fingertips over her warm cheeks, a very light shade of pink was showing through her white panties, but he wanted to see how the flesh looked and felt.

“Oh yeah! Spank my bare bottom, Bobby!” she cried as her panties came down.

“Mmm! So pretty!” he said, taking each cheek in both hands and plumping it up before pushing his face into it for a kiss and a lick. “You weren’t really a bad girl, were you, Mia?” he asked, wanting to touch her in ways not befitting a punishment.

“Yes, I was,” she started looking over her shoulder as his kisses progressed further down to the soft junction of cheek and thigh. “And I’ll not only tell you, but show you how later. But you can keep spanking me the way you are if you want?”

Bobby had left her panties at mid-thigh, but she managed to work them down and off, wanting him to see how wet she was. She gasped when she felt a finger slide into her slit and out, but the spank that followed had her lifting her bottom, begging for more.

“Oh God, Bobby! Just keep spanking me!” she pleaded.

He always had a tendency to take things rather literally, but in this case, he was right on target as he ‘just kept spanking her.’ He felt like he could cum from just watching her lithe, sensuous body slowly twisting and turning in his lap, soaking up spank after spank, and her movements were definitely stimulating his cock pressed hard against her belly.

Reduced to whimpers and the occasional cry of erotic pain, Mia could feel a summit approaching, helped by grinding her pussy into his thigh, but it was always just out of reach until he switched hands.

“Oh fuck!” she cried when she felt his fingers press hard into her weeping pussy. “Harder, Bobby! I’m gonna cum! Spank – me – harder! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” she screamed. With his hand spanking both harder and faster, and fingers pummeling her pussy, she went flying over the edge into the abyss.

Bobby watched her body twitch and shake, both fascinated at the sight and proud of what he’d done for her. He had that same feeling he’d had last time with Mia, like she mattered more than the others, his feelings toward her more genuine.

As she lay in his lap, unaware of anything but her thoughts, she marveled at the result of a spanking that never got painful enough to just hurt. It was completely unexpected. She loved the sting in her bottom, deliciously savory, but she still wanted to experience the throbbing ache of a hard spanking like Doreen got. ‘There’s still time for that,’ she thought, just before turning over to lie face up in Bobby’s lap and reaching for him.

“Thank you, Bobby! That was so …” she said, cut off by his lips on hers. “Oh God!” she cried when one of his roaming hands slipped between her legs, pawing at her pussy.

“I want to eat your pussy again, Mia!” he said, remembering her taste. His lips moved to her small tits, almost flattened against her chest, but nipples, hard as pebbles, felt his lips and tongue as she pushed them into his face.

“No! No, Bobby! Just – keep – doing – this!” she stammered, with hips rising to push against his fucking fingers. “Oh God! Oh God! I’m gonna cum again!” she cried, and a minute or two later, with the combined feelings of her pussy rudely fingered, tits sucked and stretched, and a stinging ass, she did.

“I love doing that for you!” he said, soothing her with a gentle hand, still feeling the shudders flowing through her beautiful, youthful body.

“Oh, and you’re so good at it, Bobby!” she said with labored breaths between short, tender kisses, mentally comparing him to college guys a few years older than him that could learn a thing or two from Bobby. Her eyes opened during a longer passionate kiss, looking straight up at her mother leaning over the railing in the loft directly above them. She winked at her mother, getting a thumbs-up in return.

“Bobby?” she whispered in his ear as he kissed her neck and cheek. “My mother is watching us from upstairs!”

“Really?” he whispered in return, his eyes fixed on hers as he contemplated the idea of having had an audience. “How long?” he asked as the realization that it was her mother watching what he’d done to her sank in.

“I don’t know, but I bet it was the whole time,” she replied, enjoying the pained look on his face. “She’s got her hand between her legs!” she added as though it was a new observation. “Bobby, I think she’s being very naughty, don’t you?”

“Um. Yeah. I guess,” he said doubtfully.

“I think you should make her come down here and give her a spanking!”

“Really?”

“Definitely!” she said, and after a tender kiss, added, “Bend her over the back of the sofa and spank her good for spying on us!” she said with a sly smile as understanding slowly came to the lawn boy.

“Lucia!” he called out after one more, ‘You’re sure? Positive!’ exchange with Mia. “How long have you been watching?” he asked, only now lifting his gaze to see her above them.

“Long enough! You’re an adorable couple!” she said as she headed toward the stairs without being told.

He realized he’d been played, but didn’t mind at all. He wondered which of the several things they’d sprung on him was the surprise she’d promised him. That Mia was home? That they’d dressed identically in schoolgirl outfits? That Mia also liked spanking? Or that her mother was watching? He had no idea the biggest surprise was yet to come.

“You shouldn’t have been watching us, Lucia!” he said, her smile beaming as she slowly descended the stairs. “I think you need a spanking!” Her smile brightened further.

“Ooo, yeah! Mommy’s gonna get a spanking!” Mia said with childish delight as she jumped up from Bobby’s lap.

He stood too, just as Lucia reached the bottom step. She hesitated slightly before walking behind the sofa and assuming the position without being told. He wondered just how far their orchestration of the scene would go, as he hadn’t said anything to her about bending over the back of the sofa.

Looking up at the couple before her, she reached back and flipped her skirt up over her back and bent her knees, settling her weight over the sofa’s cushioned back. Her eyes followed them as they made their way behind her, anticipation building to a fever pitch.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she said as the two stood on either side of her well-presented bottom. “I shouldn’t have watched you and Mia. I deserve to get spanked!”

Bobby ran his hands over her tight, white panties, noticing a distinct cameltoe between her thighs and a wet stain that spoke of her arousal. Having caught up with the plan … or so he thought … he playfully spanked her a few times, but was startled when Mia’s hands reached in and yanked her mother’s panties down, planting a hard smack on each newly bare cheek.

“C’mon, Bobby! She needs a good, hard spanking!” she said, smacking her mother a few more times.

With that unexpected prompt, he began in earnest. With his left hand resting on her back, as though holding her in place, he began spanking her for real, rapidly reaching a fast and furious pace. He expected more of a painful response, rather than the same grunts, groans, and happy yelps he’d gotten the last time he spanked her.

“Spank me, Daddy! I’m such a naughty girl!” she cried out with nothing but pleasure in her tone, goading him into intensifying further.

“How does it feel, Mommy?” Mia mocked as she moved to the front of the sofa. “Getting your hiney spanked instead of mine?” she asked, her face now inches from her mother’s, who tilted her face up for a kiss from her daughter.

“I think she should be naked!” Mia announced to Bobby’s confused expression as she reached for the hem of the blouse that had already let one breast loose. Mia pulled the blouse off, saying, “Take her skirt and panties off too!”

Bobby felt like he did that first time with Linda, having no idea what was coming next, but doing as he was told when Lucia rose to an almost upright stance. The skirt dropped to her ankles quickly, along with her panties, where he helped her step out of them before she bent back over, waggling her pink bottom at him, begging for more.

A few less than gentle caresses of her warm cheeks, and fingers grabbing her pussy roughly allowed him to turn the tables on her, giving her something unexpected for a change. She gasped, then cried out with the resumption of her painful punishment.

“How does it feel, Mommy?” Mia asked in the same mocking tone as she knelt before her mother.

It only seemed a little odd when Mia’s hands ran down her mother’s back, a few inches short of her reddening cheeks, but he was thoroughly confused when her hands slid underneath to hold Lucia’s swaying breasts.

“Hm? Do you like it, Mommy?” she asked tenderly before a strangely passionate kiss, as Mia’s hands hefted, squeezed, and pinched her mother’s tits.

“Oh God, Mia! It feels so good!” Lucia replied.

Bobby’s hand was on autopilot as he beat the mother’s bottom, while staring, utterly perplexed at her daughter. She smiled back at him when she let go of one tit to reach under the sofa cushion, extracting a black leather paddle. Standing, Mia walked around behind the sofa again, taking her place at her mother’s other side, holding the paddle up threateningly.

“She really likes getting paddled, Bobby!” she said as she took several backhand swings at her mother’s rosy red cheeks before handing it to Bobby.

Still catching up, it seemed, Bobby didn’t hesitate to use the paddle with a round surface just large enough to cover the crown of Lucia’s red cheeks. There seemed no end to the surprises today as he looked at Mia, who was staring at her mother’s bouncing bottom reacting to the steady pattern of swats.

Mia stepped even closer and ran her hand over the one cheek when Bobby had decided to favor the other with several swats in a row. When he repeated the pattern on the other cheek, she switched as well, giving the other similar, soothing caresses. After several such cycles, Mia held her hand up, signaling Bobby to stop for a moment, and knelt behind her mother, whose legs parted just a bit more.

“You do like it, don’t you, Mommy?” she asked. She wished she could see his face when she leaned in and licked Lucia’s glistening pussy, sucking the swollen lips into her mouth and releasing them with a ‘pop’ several times.

“Oh God, yes, Mia! I love it!” Lucia cried, leaving it unclear whether it was her daughter’s tongue or Bobby’s paddle that she loved. “Ooo!” she yipped with two hard spanks from Mia.

“Mia!” Bobby shouted with alarm, thinking he’d finally figured out their game.

“I’m sorry, Bobby!” she said, her head bowed, eyes looking up at him, and lower lip gripped tightly between her teeth. Tilting her butt up behind, she rubbed it several times, saying, “You see? I’ve been such a naughty girl – again!” before bending over the sofa, taking her place beside her mother.

“Well! Now I have two bad girls to spank! But you’ve got some catching up to do, Mia!” he declared and began spanking her with his hand, hard...