The following evening, which was Friday, Dave and Paula again arrived just after dinner. It was clear that even though Francesca and Paula were being punished for their stupid wine-drinking incident earlier in the week, the punishment sessions were now overlaid with a high degree of sexual tension, especially after the previous evening. I knew I was responsible for letting this happen, but surprisingly I felt no guilt. It was hard to let guilt get in the way of something that was so enjoyable. Call me selfish. I don't care.
Once we were satisfied Abigail was asleep the five of us moved into the lounge. Olivier, Dave and I seated ourselves, while Francesca and Paula stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
"Tonight you are both going to be punished by the three of us," I announced. "You will be punished in any way we choose. Do you understand?"
They both nodded.
"Right. Paula, I want you to slowly undress first, and hand each item of clothing to me."
Self-consciously Paula removed each item of clothing and handed them too me. Eventually she was wearing only her purple lace panties.
"What pretty panties," I complimented, "Did you buy them especially for us?"
Paula nodded, embarrassed.
"I hope when you remove them there is not going to be a big wet stain right where there shouldn't be. It would seem a shame to wet such pretty new panties."
Paula cringed.
"Well, are they going to be wet?"
"I hope not," Paula whispered.
"But you are not sure?" I probed.
"No," Paula responded honestly.
"Well you had better check for the audience and put us out of our misery."
Incredibly Paula did not hesitate to pull her panties down low enough so that she could check the crotch.
"Push them down to your knees and leave them there," I commanded.
Paula obliged.
"Well?" I enquired.
Paula pouted but did not respond.
"Are you wet or are you dry?"
Paula blushed in such a manner that an answer was not necessary, but I kept pushing.
"You are wet, aren't you?"
Paula nodded.
"Answer me."
"Yes....I am wet," she finally admitted.
"You are such a wanton slut, you realise that don't you?"
"Yes," she murmured.
I shook my head as if in despair. "Keep you panties around your knees but open your legs as wide as you can."
Paula slid her legs apart and stretched the thin fabric of her panties as wide as she could.
"At least with your panties down there they won't get stained by your cuntie juices any more."
I then turned my attention to the Mother-in-law.
"Come forward Francesca. It is your time in the limelight."
Reticently Francesca stepped forward.
"Undress until you are down to your panties," I directed.
Despite the audience, Francesca managed to remove her clothing in a manner that bordered on graceful. She then stood before us wearing only her panties.
"What question do you think I am going to ask you now, Francesca?"
Francesca cringed, "Whether my panties are wet?"
"Correct. Why don't you take a look for us and let us know?"
Francesca lowered her panties to mid thigh and inspected the fabric. The fact that she inspected them so closely demonstrated to us she was not really sure either way.
She looked up, relieved. "They are dry," she proudly announced.
"Good girl. Let's hope they stay that way. Lower your panties to your knees and open your legs."
Francesca did as requested.
"Now keeping your panties at you knees and your legs open, I want you to take turns lying over our laps and politely asking to have your bottom's smacked."
The two ladies hobbled over to us, with Paula electing to go over her husband's knee first, while Francesca draped herself over mine. Each requested to be spanked on their bottoms. After receiving a sound spanking Paula came and laid herself over Olivier's knee while Francesca did the same for Dave. She was putting off having to lie over her son's knee. Each again requested a spanking and they certainly got what they asked for. Both ladies were tearful by the time the last rotation came. Francesca could no longer avoid the task of going over Olivier's knee, and bashfully she hobbled over, with movement difficult because of the request to keep their panties at their knees while keeping legs apart. She lowered herself over his knee, while Paula did the same over my knee.
As I spanked Paula I couldn't believe she had the audacity to start rubbing her pubic bone against my thigh, seeking to stimulate her clit.
"Are you rubbing your pubes against my leg?" I tried to sound stern, but could not suppress a smile.
"No," Paula whined.
"Yes you are, you naughty girl. Stand up, and keep those legs open."
Paula stood before me, spread-eagled.
"I think you can stand up Francesca, and do the same."
Francesca obliged, standing up and opening her legs as wide as her panties would allow her.
I leaned forward and slid my finger along Paula's labia. When I withdrew my finger and held it up for all to see it was no surprise to find it was glistening with her juices. As I leaned over to repeat the demeaning exercise with Francesca I found Olivier had beaten me to it. He was already running his finger between her pussy lips. Initially his finger remained relatively dry of her secretions, but Olivier repeated the routine several times, each time increasing the pressure as his finger moved up and down her labia. Finally Francesca gave a telltale moan and this time when Olivier removed his finger it was decidedly moist.
"I know what these ladies need." To my amazement it was Olivier stepping up and taking control. For the time being I was happy to take a back seat.
"Take off your panties and hand them to me," Olivier directed.
