"Ow...Mika, you didn't have to spank me that hard…"
Yelena pouted, rubbing her sore backside with a dramatic whimper.
"He spanked me too!" Charlotte, cheeks blazing, clutched her ass with both hands and whined. "Mama, he spanked us both! That's so unfair when I did nothing wrong!"
Hearing this, Mika could tell immediately that neither of them had actually taken his earlier spanking as a warning. Their pouts, their whining, the way they rubbed their sore butts, it was obvious they weren't chastised, only sulking, ready to start up again the moment his guard slipped.
And he knew he couldn't let that be so he leaned back a little, letting his eyes roam over the two of them like a wolf considering his prey.
"Unfair? What do you mean unfair?"
His voice came low, steady, almost mocking, while his hands slid down their hips, and before either of them could react—his palms clamped down firmly on both of their asses.
"Kyaa!~ My butt!~"
"Noo, Mika!~ Not there!~"