Just One More Thing
"Well, as I was about to say," Mickey resumed, "there are just a couple more things to take care of tonight. First, it is now up to Soo May whether to forgive you two. So, do you, Soo May?"
"Yes," I replied, looking first at Angie and then Jennie, "I forgive you, but from now on I will decide what underwear you can wear to our Wine and Fantasies."
They both quickly agreed to this and hugged me.
With the punishment show over, Robby was already losing interest and was edging toward the door. Brad picked up Dani's pants apparently intending to hand them to her.
I looked at Mickey, and was about to ask what was the second thing we needed to take care of when Dani spoke up.
"Uh, Mr. Daniels ..." she said hesitantly, "Don't you think ... I mean, to be fair ... I mean ... well ... I was thinking ..."
"Yes?" Mickey said, raising one eyebrow slightly in expectation.
"Well ..." she continued, "I really don't want to, but ... in the interest of fairness ... I mean ... after all, I was here, too, when Soo May had to run across this room, and I laughed at her and I'm so sorry, and ... well ... anyway, I think I deserve to be spanked also."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brad stiffen. Robby smiled and took a step back toward us from the door, his interest suddenly renewed. I heard someone titter, so softly, I couldn't tell if it was Angie or Jennie. Both of them stepped over to the far side of Dani, so we all formed a semi-circle facing her. I was shocked, but within a moment, remembering Dani's micro hula dance, I realized that I shouldn't be.
Mickey did not seem shocked. In fact, he looked like he was expecting this.
"Gee, I don't know Dani," he said, feigning reluctance, "you and Brad and Robby had no idea what was going to happen when you came here that night. You could hardly have known that your host and a friend were in the process of punishing her flatmate."
"Um ... yes, but ..." Dani floundered, "I just feel like I was unnecessarily cruel in the way I laughed at Soo May, so I think that— I mean, I don't
want
to— but for the sake of justice— I mean, I just think that I deserve—"
"Hey, look at that!" Robby interrupted, pointing.
We all turned to see what he was pointing at. It was Dani's crotch. She had not yet put her pants back on and there was an unmistakable wet spot right at the point of the frilly pink "V" of her panties.
Dani looked down and slapped both hands over her front as her face turned crimson. Instinctively, she bent forward and stepped back away from us.
Everyone, except Brad and I, was chuckling at her (or, in Mickey's case, barely suppressing a laugh). The blue in Brad's face was turning purple and he finally dropped that frozen smile.
"Well," Mickey said, after a pause to let people get control of their mirth, "I don't think Soo May really wants to spank you, Dani, ... do you, Soo May?"
I got the hint.
"No, I don't," I said.
Yes, I do,
I thought.
Jennie and Angie saw the fake smile on my face and put their hands over their mouths to keep themselves from laughing.
"But," Mickey addressed Dani, "given your ... uh ...
evident desire
...," he paused and looked directly at her hand-covered crotch, "... for, uh ...
justice
..."
Angie and Jennie, who had started giggling when he said "evident desire," burst out laughing at "justice." Robby joined in, although from the slightly puzzled look on his face, I don't think he got it. I found myself chuckling, too, and Mickey's humor even penetrated Brad's fury enough that he involuntarily smiled.
Dani's face flushed even redder and she blinked rapidly as her eyes teared up slightly at her embarrassment. I was reminded of our second session with Mickey when he had sent me down the hallway to fetch a cucumber with my own panties visibly soaked. The memory set off a spark of arousal in my clitty.
"Perhaps," Mickey said as the laughter died away, "the justice you seek can be meted out by ... Brad?"
We all turned to look at Brad, who seemed startled to find himself the center of attention. He looked at us, turning from face to face as he thought it over, his stage-fright at war with his anger at Dani.
Do it, Brad,
I thought to myself.
Do it. She's pushed the raft away from the shore. It's about to float down to the rapids. Jump on board before it floats away!
Slowly, his face relaxed, and his expression changed from perplexity to determination. He turned to look squarely at Dani. His eyes narrowed, and a satisfied grin grew slowly across his face.
"Yes ...," he said in a whisper, as if he were still thinking to himself.
"Yes, indeed ...," he said, louder now, "I think Dani does need to ...
atone
for a few things."
Brad's grin grew into an evil smile that would have done a Bond villain proud, and he strode over to Dani, grabbed her wrist and began to pull her toward the sofa. With a look of real fear in her eyes, she planted her feet and pulled back. For a moment they looked like two small children each trying to pull a toy out of the other one's hands.
Atta boy,
I thought,
he's not only joined her in the raft, he's taken control of the tiller.
Scoop!
"Brad," Mickey suddenly interrupted, "if I may?"
He asked this like a man at a dance would ask "May I cut in?"
Brad, surprised, immediately nodded assent, let go of Dani, and backed away as if to give Mickey room to do whatever he had in mind.
"Sit down right there, Brad" Mickey continued, pointing to the end of the sofa, "so your thigh is right up against the armrest."
Brad did so, squeezing himself against the armrest as if five people were trying to fit on the sofa and he was the man on the end.
Mickey strode over to Dani until he was beside her, facing her left flank, and so close that her shoulder and arm were touching his chest. She did not move away as she had from Brad. Indeed, her face seemed to glow with anticipation.
Is it too late to say that I DO want to spank her?
I thought.
The next few seconds happened in a blur.
Pressing his lips together with determination, Mickey swept his right hand in a scooping motion between her legs and grabbed her crotch from behind. She screeched in surprise and her eyes bugged out. His fingers were now on the narrow pink band that covered her
