Three's Company

18. Hot Hot Hot

Beth's (Mommy) POV

  I've just finished cleaning the dishes when Jordan comes up beside me. Her brow is furrowed and she looks worried or maybe upset. She can be a hard read sometimes.

  "Is everything okay?" I ask while drying my hands on a towel.

  "She's acting out and I wish I knew why." Jordan says after blowing out a long, exaggerated breath. It is out of character for Paisley to act out, but I'm honestly not really surprised. I figured it was bound to happen at some point. Hopefully it's just a phase.

  "Well she's comfortable with us, she's probably just testing to see what she can get away with." I shrug. That seems the most logical explanation to me. "What did she do now?"

  "I asked her to put her laundry away before dinner, she never even touched it." Jordan sighs. I'm not sure the best way to respond. I don't know if Jordan wants my input or if she's just venting right now. "Now I feel like I have to punish her again. I don't want her thinking she can get away with this kind of stuff."

  "What are you going to do?" I ask curiously. It's kind of interesting being on this side of punishment, usually I find myself on the receiving end. Even earlier, though Paisely was technically the one being punished, it still felt like I was a little bit too. I mean that whole ordeal took almost 30 minutes and I had to watch her carefully the entire time.

  "I'm not sure yet. I'm debating whether or not to spank her again. Or maybe I should pick something else.." Jordan says thoughtfully.

  "I think it's your call to make." I shrug again. I don't think I would have it in me to spank Paisley. She's so small and usually very sweet, it would be hard to hurt her like that. But then again, maybe she likes it. I've always found being spanked to be a huge turn on for me. Therefore if Jordan wants to punish me, she doesn't typically spank me. Unless she's using a prop or something. Mm but even that's something I enjoy to a certain extent. What can I say, I'm a sucker for pain.

  "Uh hello?" Jordan snaps her fingers in front of my face. I might have zoned out for a bit, letting wild fantasies fill my mind.

  "Sorry." I chuckle. "What were you saying?" I ask, blushing when Jordan rolls her eyes at me.

  "Apparently I should be punishing you for not listening either." Jordan scoffs then walks to the pantry and begins rooting around. She's out a moment later, holding a small bottle.

  "Hot sauce?" I ask with a raised brow.

  "Yes, if you'd been listening than you would know what I'm planning." Jordan says and then grabs a sippy cup. I shudder at the thought of her possibly making Paisley drink hot sauce. "Come on, we both know you're a voyeur. You might as well come watch." She smirks.

  I can't help but smile back, but then I hesitate. "Wait. Am I getting punished too?" I ask.

  "No Beth. Though you probably deserve it." She replies. I chuckle and purse my lips, earning a quick kiss. "You're lucky you're cute." She says pinching my cheek roughly and giving me a light smack. It's definitely a power play and sometimes I hate that it turns me on. I was already having trouble focusing on the task at hand. My mind is falling deeper and deeper into the gutter.

  Jordan pauses outside of Paisley's room and places a hand on my low back. "She should be sitting at her table. Have her strip, then bring her to our bedroom please." She says softly. Now I wish I had paid attention to Jordan's plan earlier. I'm curious as hell and also a little anxious for Paisley's sake.

  Jordan continues on to our bedroom while I knock on Paisley's door, pushing it gently open.

  "Hey Pumpkin." I say softly, walking over to where she's sitting at the table. Her head is hanging low and it sounds like she's crying softly to herself. I put an arm over her shoulders and rub gently. "Today's been a little rough, huh?"