Good Mom, Bad Mom

Kit and Kenzie had reached their limit. Lana kept acting out, and the two women had no common ground. Kenzie favored a hard line. Kit pushed soft pressure. After marching Lana upstairs once more, they faced each other in the living room. "You coddle her," Kenzie said. Kit lifted her chin, slipped into Lana's room, and pulled the girl close, pressing her face into her breasts. Lana stiffened, then shivered. She reached for the soft flesh. Kit caught her wrist and smiled. "Manners first. Be good and you get more." Lana nodded fast. Kenzie crossed her arms, unconvinced. Two nights later, Lana mouthed off again. Kenzie wasted no time, hauling the girl across her knee. Each slap landed sharp, but Lana's breath came quick and shallow, hips twitching. She swore she'd behave and Kenzie let her up. Kit watched from the doorway, worry pinching her eyes. On the third infraction they stopped trying to fix the girl and faced the real problem: Lana's body was wired tight. Kit glanced at Kenzie. "Hormones," she murmured. Kenzie nodded. They stripped off their blouses and walked upstairs together. This time discipline would be shared, skin to skin, pleasure held like a prize just out of reach, and only given when the three of them played the same game.