Here is the next installment of Hallmark!
– Richard
“Have fun. Arnold, just tell Chel if your fingers get tingly or anything. I’ll just be a minute. Lager, right?”
Arnold nodded and sat down on the arm of the couch, drumming his fingers on his knee.
“So… is this the part where you abuse your ex’s new girlfriend while I watch?” he asked.
“Why are you suddenly so okay with all of this?” asked Chelsea.
“I don’t know. Pete just has that calming energy, you know? He made sure I was safe, explained what he was doing, now he’s getting me a beer. I trust you, obviously, you’re my fiance, I trust him. It’s good to try new things.”
“He is super calming. Whenever I have a bad day at work, he just sets me over his knee, holds onto the back of my neck, and spanks me until I feel better,” said Hannah.
“Is that what he used to do to you, sweetie?” asked Arnold. “Sometimes, I feel like you have a bad day, and I want to help you feel better, and you just give me this, ‘I know what I want, but I don’t know how to tell you,’ kind of look.”
“Sweetheart,” Chelsea said, sitting down on the couch between him and Hannah and yanking her over her knee. “He’s gone now. He can’t hear you. What’d he do? What’d he say to make you go along with all this?”
“Nothing. We played a couple games before, but you’ve seen us the whole time we’ve been together tonight. Why can’t I want to learn more about your kink stuff? You were all about doing it with me last week.”
“With you. Not in front of you with two other people.”
Arnold shrugged. “Watching you throw another girl around and threaten her is kinda hot.”
“Are you going to spank me, or what? This isn’t really comfortable, your legs are too bony– OW!” Hannah shrieked when Chelsea slapped her ass.
“Oooh, I heard that one, are you guys having fun without me?” asked Mark as he came back down the stairs. He handed a bottle to Arnold, popped the top on a second, and then did the same to Arnold’s.
“Thanks!” Arnold said and took a long pull before turning back to the spanking.
“You doing okay, kitten? Mark asked as Chelsea swatted her again.
“Mmmmhmm. She’s not as good as you, Daddy. It’s still fun though. I like having an audience.”
“Of course I’m not as good as Daddy, how could anyone else ever be as good as Daddy?” said Chelsea, delivering a few more whacks.
“You said it, not me,” said Mark, taking a sip of his own beer.
Hannah started wriggling, trying to grind her crotch against Chelsea’s thigh.
“She’s a squirmer, look at that. That’s how you know you’re getting to her,” Mark said, sotto voce, to Arnold.
“Why,” slap, “are,” slap, “you,” slap, “all,” slap, “doing,” slap, “this?” slap. Asked Hannah.
“We’re just having a little fun,” said Mark. “Why’re you making it such a big deal?”
“Because I didn’t see or talk to you for almost a decade, and now the first party we’re both at, you have my fiancé tied up and I’m spanking yours like a bad lesbian porno!”
“That pretty much tracks with the kind of parties we used to go to.”
Chelsea looked down at Hannah for a second. “I’m just wasting my time, aren’t I?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“There’s a zero percent chance I’m going to spank her enough to make her feel bad before midnight.”
“That is true. Do you want a paddle?”
“No! I am not paddling your girlfriend in front of my fiancé!”
“Do you want to make out with her? I think he’d like that. He seems like more of a pleasure than pain kind of guy. Isn’t that right, Arnie?”
Arnold nodded, holding up his beer bottle for another sip.
Chelsea rolled Hannah off her lap and onto her back on the couch. She climbed over her, legs on either side of her body, her crotch pinning the smaller girl’s bound hands to her stomach. “Is that what you want? Have you been thinking about kissing me ever since I growled at you a little in the closet?”
Hannah nodded.
“You sure you’re good with this, babe?”
Arnold gave her a smile and the best thumbs up he could manage with the beer bottle and his hands tied.
“Fine,” said Chelsea. She grabbed Hannah’s collar ring with one hand, a fistful of her hair with the other, and yanked her into her kiss, forcing her tongue into the other woman’s mouth.
Hannah moaned, squirming harder under her, eyes fluttering closed.
J R Vincente 