After Mandy had “forced me” to make love to her using a strapped-on dildo, I was left with a guilty conscience, knowing I had been disloyal to Jessica. Mandy had sworn me to secrecy, but I was uncomfortable with the knowledge I had.

My sleep that night was troubled, and I was up early. I heard the postman push something through the letter box. It was a padded envelope, bearing just my first name and my address, written in what looked to be a female hand.

A sixth sense told me that Mandy had sent me something. I tore the package open and extracted a pair of lilac panties and a handwritten note that read: “These are a thank you for the past couple of days, Frank. They're the ones I was wearing yesterday. Enjoy! XXX”

I lifted them to my nose, and there was the unmistakeable scent of Mandy. I immediately felt my penis twitching in defiance of the terror I was feeling. Holding her most intimate apparel in my hands only served to reinforce my sense of betraying Jessica.

And then I heard my front door opening. Jessica was letting herself in with the key she keeps. Panicking, I shoved the panties back into the envelope and hid it behind a cushion. A second later, Jessica walked into the lounge.

“Morning, darling,” she announced, giving me a peck on the cheek. “How are things?”

“Er... everything's fine, Miss,” I blurted out.

She looked at me warily, as if she suspected that everything was far from fine.

“Are you sure, Frank? You look flustered.”

“Er... no, everything is okay.”

“Hmm... you're hiding something from me, aren't you?” she asked, looking earnestly around the room. “I bet you're behind with your cleaning schedule. If I do an inspection, will I find the kitchen to be a mess, your bed unmade, short and curlies in the shower? Hmm? What do you say?”

“No, I think everything's in order, Miss.”

“Well, this room looks untidy for a start. Look at the cushions! Have you got no idea of symmetry, Frank?”

Before I could do anything to stop her, she began to rearrange the cushions on the sofa. Inevitably, the envelope came into view.

“What's that doing there? This is not good enough... Hang on! I recognise that handwriting. What's this?”

“Er...”

“I'll tell you what it is, it's Mandy's writing. I would know it anywhere. Why has she written to you? Hold on!! What do we have here? Oh, my God!!” In her hands, she was holding Mandy's panties. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

“I... I didn't ask for them. She just sent them to me, and they came in the post this morning.”

“Why would she... Oh! What's this note... thanking you for the past couple of days. What the hell were you doing for her that merits a pair of her knickers. And they've been worn, haven't they? You've got some explaining to do, Frank.”

She sat herself down on the sofa, staring up at me. “Get down on your knees and put your hands on your head, Frank. It might help you think better.”

“Er...” I didn't know what to say, but she kept glaring at me.

“Come on! I'm waiting. Spill the beans,” she urged.

“Er... she made me pleasure her with a dildo, Miss,” I spluttered.

“What?!” she screeched. “And what do you mean by she made you? Did she hold a gun to your head?”

“No! But I... I couldn't refuse. The first time, she strapped a gag on me and the dildo was on the end. And... and the second time, the dildo was fixed to a harness around my waist. I—”

“You did it twice!! I can't believe what I'm hearing, Frank,” she screeched, her voice having gone up an octave.

“It—”

“Did she blindfold you?”

“No! Before I could say anything, she'd stripped off and was starkers.”

“What! You saw her naked? My God, what was she thinking? What were you thinking?”

“I—”

“Strip off down to your knickers and go and stand in the corner while I sort this mess out.”

“But... don't you need to go to college, Miss?”

“Sod college! This needs dealing with now, and you'll stay in that corner till I've done so.”

oooOOooo

Jessica took herself off into the kitchen and I could hear her on her phone. I couldn't work out what was being said, but the conversation was heated, with Jessica doing most of the talking. As Mandy is a big chatterbox, it was some achievement for Jessica to subdue her into near silence.

The call seemed to go on for ages while I stood motionless in the corner, wearing just my panties. Eventually, Jessica came through. “You stay there, Frank, I'm going home to get my cane. I'll be back before Mandy arrives.”

She stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind her with unnecessary force and returning a few minutes later. I couldn't see the cane, but she intimidated me by smashing it down several times on the sofa. Each time, my stomach sunk a notch as I tried to imagine what it was going to feel like, striking my buttocks.

oooOOooo

Jessica said nothing more while we waited for Mandy to arrive, yet I could sense she was seething with rage.

Then the doorbell rang, and Jessica went to let Mandy in. As the two young women entered the lounge, I swear the temperature dropped by several degrees.

“You're as much to blame for this as he is,” yelled Jessica.

“Yes, I'm sorry—”

“Sorry I found out, more like! You're meant to be my friend, and you steal my man!”

Her man?! She'd never called me that before.

“Yes, I'm sorry, Jess, it—” Mandy tried to explain.

“I said he could help you move into your new house. I didn't damn well say he could help you have an orgasm! And not once but frigging twice!”

“It all got out of hand, that's all.”

“What?! You're telling me it got out of hand two days running? Neither of you learnt a lesson the first time, then?”

“Er, it wasn't—”

“And he told me he got to see your naked body! What the hell were you thinking?”

“Well—”

“He's a submissive, for God's sake. He's allowed to know the scent of a woman, or even her taste, but he should never get to see her private bits, nor should he get to touch her.”

“Those are only your rules, Jess, I'm sure other—”

“My rules are the ones that count!” Jessica screamed.

“I didn't know, I—”

“Frank's stupidity has earnt him six strokes of the cane, Mandy, and you're going to witness his punishment. You can watch and feel guilty for what you did. He needs to understand that he's let me down, and he's let himself down. I really can't believe what you got him to do!”

“Sorry, Jess! But just stop for a moment and listen to me, please!”

Jessica paused her verbal assault on Mandy. “Go on then. I'm listening... It'd better be convincing!”

“We... no, I, got carried away. It's not Frank's fault. He just did what I told him. Like you say, he's a submissive, so he obeys women.”

“So, if you'd told him to jump off the roof, that's what he'd have done?” snorted Jessica. “He's obsessed with sex, like all men, submissive or not!”

“I don't think he got any enjoyment from it. Not wearing that cage you've locked him in!”

“Yes, I suppose I have to be thankful he didn't stick his dick up you,” mocked Jessica.

“You can't cane him!”

“Why not?! Should I reward him for being unfaithful?”

“No! But... but... caning him is assault. It's criminal! Has he given his permission?”

“For crying out loud, Mandy! Why do I need his damn permission?” Jessica shrieked.

“Because you do, that's why!”

“Ugggh!” Jessica squealed in frustration. “Frank! Turn around! You agree you need to be caned, don't you?”

“Er... yes... I guess I've let you down, Miss!”

“See! Even if you don't understand, Mandy, he damn well does.”

“No!! If you cane Frank, you'll need to cane me as well,” argued Mandy. “Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair. We should both get the same punishment.”

Jessica looked like she was about to explode, her hands clenched as fists. “You're damn right—you should both get the same punishment, and so I'm more than happy to cane you both! Very happy indeed! Therefore, you'll get six as well. Take your jeans off, Mandy.”

“Ah!” scoffed Mandy, spotting a loophole in Jessica's argument. “Except I'm refusing permission. I'm not going to be assaulted, which means you can't cane Frank either. Otherwise, it would be grossly unfair on the poor man to be singled out.”

For a few seconds, Jessica seemed nonplussed at this legal dodge. She was red in the face, and the cogs in her brain were working, but an impasse had been reached. I decided I needed to say something.

“Please allow Miss Jessica to cane me, and me alone. I need to be caned because it's the only way forward...”

Mandy stared at me, weighing up the situation. “I'm not happy with that, Frank. I accept I was as much responsible as you were—more probably— so it's not right you're caned,” she replied, firmly.

“He wants to be caned, Mandy,” Jessica pointed out. “Who are we to deny him? He wants to be caned to salve his conscience. Can't you see that? It will lift a weight off his mind.”

I could see that Mandy was cracking. “Well, only if you're completely sure, Frank.” she said, staring at me quizzically.

Before I could reply, Jessica acted to take advantage of the shift in circumstances. “Yes, of course, he's sure! He's a hundred percent sure! Bend over the back of the sofa, Frank, and grab the arms.”

Obediently but nervously, I positioned myself as requested and Jessica made a few adjustments to the position of my feet, spreading my legs further apart. “Don't move, Frank, or I won't count that stroke. Mandy, I want you to watch.”

“Do you know what you're doing, Jess?” Mandy asked, anxiously.

“Gosh! Of course, I do, I've watched a video online.”

With that unconvincing assurance, she began delivering my punishment. Six times, the cane landed across my pantied buttocks. And, my goodness, each stroke hurt. Each time, an initial sting was followed a few seconds later by the feeling that she had laid a red-hot poker against my skin. Only when I had absorbed the full effects of one stroke did she deliver the next. Her timing, in terms of achieving maximum sensations, seemed perfect, but her aim less so—I felt some strokes may have been overlapping others, which I felt she had not intended.

Despite my plan to take my punishment like a man, by the third stroke I was yelping, but Jessica was intent on administering all six blows.

By the end, my bottom was throbbing and burning. “Stand up, Frank,” she instructed. “What do you say?”

“Er... thank you, Miss, for delivering a well-deserved punishment.”

She smiled, clearly satisfied with her efforts. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were pushing against her tight top and I was sure that her pupils were more dilated than they were at the start. These signs pointed to her having been turned on, but that came as no surprise as I knew she had wanted to use her cane on me for some time. Foolishly, I had given her every justification to do so.

I turned to look at Mandy, who also displayed similar signs of arousal.

She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Are you okay, Frank? That wasn't too bad, was it?” she asked, her expression suggesting she was feeling remorse at her pivotal role in my undoing.

“No, Miss,” I replied. “It was what I deserved,” I remarked, doing my best to disguise the pain I was still in.

Then Mandy turned to Jessica. “Jess...” she began, “Jess... I'm really sorry for what happened, and I want us to stay friends. I don't want to be caned, but I do think I might benefit from being spanked for my part in this. Don't you agree?”

Jessica's face lit up, confirming she was in full agreement. “Yes, yes, I do!” she opined, without a moment's hesitation. “Jeans off and then get over my lap.” Looking at me, she added, “I will allow you to watch, Frank.”

Jessica sat on the sofa and patted her lap. “Come on,” she urged.

Mandy hesitated for a moment, perhaps wondering if she'd made a mistake, volunteering to be spanked. But, with a glance in my direction, she slipped out of her jeans, revealing she was wearing a pink thong and then, gingerly, she positioned herself over Jessica's lap. The thong was wedged in her butt cleft, revealing two fleshy buttocks inviting themselves to be whapped.

Jessica didn't say a word, but started slapping, alternating between left and right sides. For the first minute or so, the slaps were no more than taps, and from the expression on Mandy's face she was finding the sensation to be sensual and erotic. This was hardly a punishment, I thought to myself. But then Jessica increased both the pace and the severity of the spanks and the enjoyment that Mandy appeared to have been experiencing began to subside.

The spanking continued as Jessica adopted a fast and furious rhythm. I was certain she must have done this before but, surely, I thought to myself, this must be hurting her hand as much as it was Mandy's bottom. But, seemingly not, because the pounding continued relentlessly.

As Mandy started wriggling, so Jessica used her free hand to press down on her back, pinning her down. I was starting to feel sorry for Mandy, who by now was looking decidedly uncomfortable and in pain, and tears were welling up in her eyes. Yet, despite the empathy I felt for her, and despite the throbbing of my own backside, I was aware that my penis was waking up. Soon, I was in significant discomfort as I witnessed Mandy's squirming and crying.

Still the spanking continued until the pain must have become unbearable because Mandy felt compelled to shout, “Please, Jess, I'm sorry... but please... stop, for God's sake!”

To my surprise, Jessica did exactly that. “Thank you, Jess,” Mandy uttered, while Jessica comforted her by tenderly rubbing her hands over Mandy's reddened hindquarters. This continued for a minute or so, and I guessed she was very aroused. Whilst I was sure that Jessica had spanked before, I wondered if this was the first time she'd done so with a member of her own sex.

“You were a good girl, Mandy,” Jessica whispered, softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Jess, I'm fine. It was more painful than I was expecting, but I'm pleased you punished me.”

“So am I!” replied Jessica, leaving me pondering what she exactly meant by that ambiguous comment.

Mandy eased herself off Jessica's lap and took over the rubbing of her bottom.

“Are you okay, darling?” Jessica asked, looking up at me.

“Oh, yes, thank you, Miss,” I answered.

It appeared that normal relations had been reestablished. Jessica was calling me “darling”, and she and Mandy seemed to have healed their differences.

“I'll make a pot of tea,” Jessica announced, walking off into the kitchen, leaving me and Mandy nursing our punished buttocks.

Mandy smiled sweetly at me. “Well, that was exciting, wasn't it? Did you find it arousing watching me? I got turned on watching you.”

She was right on both counts. “A new experience for us both, I reckon.”

oooOOooo

The three of us spent some time drinking tea and eating biscuits—Jessica and Mandy sitting on the sofa and me kneeling in front of them, my bottom too sore to sit.

But, importantly, calm had been restored. Jessica cleared her throat, before announcing, “Erm... I think I overreacted a tad. It's selfish of me to keep Frank to myself, so if you want him to... you know... visit you on occasions for a spot of fun, Mandy, then why not?”

Mandy looked a trifle embarrassed by the direction of the conversation. “What? You mean we share him?”

“I'm not going to say we go as far as share him, but I don't see why I shouldn't lend him out on occasions to perform certain services.”

What? Had I heard right?

“Wow!” concluded Mandy. “I can't believe what you're saying.”

“But you will need to pay a penance each time, Mandy—in the form of a spanking. What do you say?”

I resisted a smile, but I could now see why Jessica was willing to “lend me out”.

“Oh... yeah... okay... I can go along with that!” replied Mandy, sheepishly.

“What do you say, Frank? As long as you're not going behind my back, you won't be caned.”

It was a relief to hear that. “Er... well... er... yes, if there's anything I can do to help Mandy then I'm more than happy to place myself at her disposal.”

“Do I get to borrow the key to his cage?” asked Mandy, with a sly smile.

“Don't push your luck, Mandy,” grinned Jessica. “And I don't want you to get him over excited by you displaying your private parts or allowing him to touch you. Never forget he's a submissive—my submissive.”