Jordan left for work before Sarah and Scott had awoken and it was after when he returned. Using the key Scott had given him, he let himself into the house and shouted to them he was going for a quick shower and would join them shortly.
Coming back downstair a few minutes later, not entirely dry from the shower, in workout shorts and a t-shirt he joined them in the lounge. The rectangular room had a rectangular rug in the middle with a TV and an empty sofa at the shorter ends and an unlit fireplace and sofa, currently occupied by Sarah and Scott, along the longer ends.
Compared to the cold stone floor in the room, the rug was warm on Jordan’s feet as he walked across it to reach the empty sofa facing the TV.
The TV was playing a Premier League football match but Sarah and Scott, sitting next to each other in an uncomfortably formal position were clearly disinterested in the outcome.
It was obvious to Jordan that they had talked about what happened yesterday. He tried to keep things light and strike up a dialogue “Good day at work?”
Noncommittal nodding of the heads but nothing spoken. Take two, “Have you guys had diner yet?” Head shaking but again, silence.
Throughout, Sarah continued to steal glances at Jordan, from under her brow. Her doe-eyes attempting not to get caught and darting back to the screen when she was caught.
“This is becoming tiresome,” thought Jordan who abhors wasting time when he knows what needs to be done.
Picking the remote controller up from the sofa at the half-time whistle Jordan turns off the TV, the room falls silent as the TV fades to black. Sarah and Scott remain still and neither look nor question his actions.
This newfound silence enables Jordan to hear them breathing, which grows heavier as their anticipation and excitement build. Sarah and Scott want something to happen they just don’t know what yet.
Unbeknownst to Sarah and Scott, Jordan surreptitiously starts the timer on his watch and waits for a full three minutes to break the silence. The tension is torture for them both as they try to fend off the tension.
In crystal clear commanding voice “Sarah, stand up and kneel on the floor in front of me.” She does so quickly and without question.
Leaving her on her knees facing him for a few moments while staring directly at her givens her butterflies.
Jordan stands up and moves towards her, her head is down, and remains fixed to the spot. He strokes her face with the back of his hand causing Sarah’s mouth to open as she tries to breathe.
Putting his thumb in her mouth, he angles her chin up to him with the rest of his hand. He rubs her tongue, and Sarah begins to suck it without instruction. Her big brown eyes looking up at him, wishing she was sucking a different part of him.
Jordan wipes his wet thumb across her cheek before retaking his sit. Stretching his arms out across the back of the sofa he appears majestic to Sarah as she remains on her knees in front of him.
“I’m going to ask you some questions. I want the truth from you.” Jordan commanded.
Sarah knew it be rhetorical and no answer was given.
“How did the spanking make you feel?”
Sarah opens her mouth to speak but no words come forth. Jordan sees her internally grappling with how to answer, trying to speak and then stopping and finally the word “Safe,” is whispered.
Jordan, unsatisfied, continues to wait for more. “Secure…. cared for…. Loved.” He nods knowingly. It was the answer he expected.
“When I caught you masturbating last night, what were you thinking of?”
Scott turns his head from the floor to look at Sarah. A look which clearly indicates he was unaware of this.
Sarah knows she should look at him and explain but she can’t break eye-contact with Jordan. Scott returns his gaze to the floor in-between Jordan and Sarah.
“I was thinking of the spanking you gave me.” She utters blushing.
Prying and rather teasing her, “What specifically?”
“The embarrassment of being spanked by my brother-in-law. The pain. I could stop thinking that you might not have stopped. You could have fucked me right there.” Sarah admitted.
“Is that what you wanted?” Jordan quizzed although he knew the answer.
Trying not to squirm and with a neck pink from the shame after she realizes “Yes,” escaped her lips without thinking.
“How is your sex life? How often do you have sex? Does he make you cum?” Jordan probes while looking at Scott on the sofa but returning his regard to Sarah so she knows to answer.
Sarah’s pink flush subsided and her features have become momentarily hardened.
“Not often, once a month maybe. It only lasts a few minutes so there isn’t much point doing it more frequently,” and then the line that cuts Scott to the quick “Scott has never made me cum.”
“Why is that?” Jordan explores
“His penis can’t satisfy me. It’s too small.” Scolded Sarah, confirming Jordan’s expectation that Scott was under endowed.
“Have you ever been unfaithful?” He asks, knowing that the odds are good.
Sarah looks down on the floor and then back at Jordan.
“Once. On a work trip to San Francisco, I was at a company Happy Hour, and I got chatting to the bartender. He was fit and strong.”
Jordan pushes her “What happened?”
“He followed me to the bathroom, we kissed in the stall…. he finger-fucked me until I came.” An unconscious break in her eye contact tells Jordan she is not being completely honest.
“Did you tell Scott?”
Sarah gestures to concur but he knows there is more.
“I know that’s not all. Do not lie to me again. Tell me the truth.”
A rattled Sarah shakes her head but the desire to confess is too strong.
“I…I also sucked his cock. I never told Scott that part.” She admits through the disgrace.
Ratcheting up her discomfort, “Did you swallow?” Which elicits a nod of her head.
“I can’t hear you, Sarah.” mockingly,
“Yes! I swallowed his cum.” Her insubordinate tone causes Jordan to humiliate her further.
“Why did you do it?”
A long pause precedes a candid but humiliation admission, “For the attention.”
Scott fidgets in his seat throughout. Jordan has suspects he is getting aroused.
Feeling he has sufficiently broken-down Sarah’s defenses, Jordan decides it’s time to take this to the next level.
“What do you want from me?” Posed Jordan in deliberately open-ended manner. He was prepared for something noncommittal so that she wouldn’t reveal herself too much, but she heeded his warning to tell the truth.
“I want to feel like yesterday again, and much more. I want to give myself over to you. I want you to use me. I want you to push me to my limits. I trust you.” Cries Sarah.
With a half nod half sigh, which Jordan intended to make it be known that he was doing this as a favor for them, he made his way over to Sarah and put his right hand on the back of her head.
Massaging the nape of her neck with his fingertips gave way to a guiding of her head to the floor. There was no disagreement, just a graceful yielding which pleased Jordan.
Her face on the rug facing Scott, the married couple exchange a glance. Her new position has forced her ass in the air and caused her skirt to ride up exposing her light pink panties.
Releasing her neck and standing up so she is on the floor between the two men Jordan stares Scott straight in the eyes and asks, “Are you turned on Sarah?”
“Yes.”
Jordan slaps her on the ass once, hard. Much harder than yesterday. The sound bounces off the walls and Sarah yelps from the shock as she jolts forward from the force.
“Yes, Sir!” Jordan repeats, “Are you turned on Sarah?”
Sarah understands “Yes, Sir.”
“Scott, stand up and check Sarah’s panties for a damp spot.”
Looking down Jordan sees Sarah turn a shade dark than her panties with mortification. Scott does as he is told and stands directly behind her with a perfect view of her gusset.
“Yes, Sir. She has a large wet spot on her panties.”
“Have you seen her that wet before?” Jordan asks.
“No, Sir.”
Scott is naturally more obedient than Sarah and needs less training however so that Sarah is unequivocal, “Scott, come and stand in front of us.”
He moves without question from behind Sarah to in front of the sofa where he was originally sitting so that Sarah and Jordan can both see him.
“Strip off your clothes” Jordan orders.
Without protest he removes his t-shirt to show a thin waif-like physique, no muscle definition, and rather feminine. As he pulls down his sweatpants to reveal an erection which was surprisingly not visible even through clingy sweatpant material.
Sarah was not exaggerating. His hard penis was perhaps three inches long, and barely more girth than Jordan’s middle finger. His balls were small and his scrotum high and tight.
As he kicks his clothes away, the naked Scott had a look in his eyes that confessed his churning humiliation.
“I’ve never seen a grown man with such a small penis and balls. Apologize for them.” Orders Jordan knowing Scott is enjoying this as his penis strains.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know it’s terribly pathetic.”
Jabbing him again, “Do you feel like a real man?”
“Not really, Sir.” Answers Scott dejectedly.
Intensifying the situation, “I’m curious, how many women have you fucked in your life Scott?”
“Just two, Sir. I did have another serious girlfriend but when she tried jerking it but started laughing and walked out. She told all our friends and they never let me forget it.” Scott confesses.
Clearly this moment was formative for Scott given the anguish plastered across his face, to bring him back into this moment Jordan orders, “Grab it like you are going to jerk off.”
Scott does so but nothing makes it out of his fist — his tight scrotum effectively preventing the hand of reaching the base and the head not long enough to poke through.
“How do you get excited for such a small cock Sarah?” Jordan inquires.
Lost in the moment she fails to answer quickly enough and earns herself a viciously hard spank on the ass, once on each side.
“Answer me when I speak to you!” Jordan commands. Sarah yelps out that she cannot through sobs of anguish.
“Scott, as of now, you are no longer allowed to touch your penis unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”