Easing out the Kinks, Part Eight

After I kissed Craftsmate’s cheek, the two pushed me down onto the floor.

“I don’t think you’re allowed on the furniture,” Penthouse explained, “I didn’t hear either of us say you could sit up here.”

“Kneel,” Craftsmate said, moving me back down to the floor when I tried to get back up.

“Sit up straight,” Penthouse added, “legs further apart.”

I can only imagine how much I was blushing. But it wasn’t as much as when we were leaving and Penthouse told Craftsmate to “make sure Ivy is housebroken” the next time we came to visit so I didn’t keep climbing up on the furniture.

As we left, the two agreed the day turned out much better than they had thought. I huffed and went to interject, but they were quick to reply that I had gotten exactly what I wanted.

Touché.