Addy gulped, she hated the idea of being apart from Dash and Eliot. The same alcohol that had given her such a buzz before was making her feel emotional now as she came down from her high.
“Is Rick there?” Eliot asked.
“He’s spanking Michelle,” she replied.
“Hmm,” was all Eliot said. “Listen to me, young lady. I want you to go and get Rick. Don’t interrupt, wait until he is finished and ask him to come to the phone. Then I want you to go to the spare room and stand in the corner and think about what you have done, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, instantly feeling a little less lost and alone. “How long do I stand there?”
“I’ll send Rick in. Get going. I love you.”
“Love you too, Eliot,” she replied.
“Kisses, baby girl,” Dash added.
“Kisses, Dash,” she said, feeling very lonely and sad for herself as she carried the portable phone towards the living room. It was quiet and she pushed the door open slightly, peering around to find Michelle standing with her face in the corner of the room, her red and swollen bottom bare for all to see.
Blushing, Addy looked over at Rick who stood staring at his wife.
“Rick?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, Addy?” he said gravely, turning his stern gaze on her.
“E-Eliot wants to talk to you. I’m supposed to go to the spare r-room.”
He nodded. “Michelle, take Addy to her room then you may get ready for bed.” Michelle quickly pulled up her panties and lowered her shirt, then turning, left the room, tugging Addy along behind her.
“Are you okay, Michelle?” Addy whispered. The other woman just nodded as she pushed open a door down the passage.
“I’m fine. Rick’s just being mean and overreacting. We were just having a bit of fun.” Both women stepped into the room, Addy sitting on the bed as Michelle paced.
“He had no right, spanking me for being a little late.”
“We were a lot late, Michelle,” Addy reminded her. “And we’d promised to ring at midnight.”
Michelle threw her hands up into the air. “A curfew! At our age, it’s ridiculous. They’re being overprotective Neanderthals!”
“Is that so?” The calm, cold voice came from the doorway and both women looked over guiltily as Rick leaned against the doorframe.
“Alcohol always did mess with your common sense and manners, little girl, which is why you weren’t supposed to drink tonight. Because you’re incapable of making proper decisions when you’re under the influence of alcohol. And you, young Addy, were not supposed to have more than one, were you?”
Addy gazed guiltily at her clasped hands and shook her head.
“Addison Marie, look at me.” She looked up, startled by his use of her full name. “Did Eliot not give you some instructions young lady?”
She frowned, puzzled, before flushing. Jumping to her feet she raced to the corner and stood facing it.
“Nose against the wall, butt out, miss.”
“Rick!” Michelle protested as Addy did as ordered.
“Hush, Michelle.” His order was punctuated with a loud smack and a soft cry from Michelle. “Stay there, Addy, I’ll be back to deal with you after I put Michelle to bed.”
Addy wasn’t sure how long she stood there but she was relieved when Rick returned, her feet were beginning to ache and she had a slight headache.
“Right Addy, turn around,” Rick said calmly. “I want you on your hands and knees on the bed, right at the edge.”
Addy moved slowly, looking over at Rick nervously. He tapped the smooth side of a wooden hairbrush against his thigh.