“Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t delay. Five swats came in rapid succession, across both ass cheeks and making her cry out.
But he finished in seconds, and then his warm hand stroked her, soothing her stinging flesh. “There,” he cooed. “Our good baby girl taking her first morning paddling. Such a good girl.”
Oh…fuck. Her clit was screaming, her juices coating her thighs.
She would start every morning…
Horny.
Lyle chuckled as he helped her stand. “I can see by your expression that you just had some sort of revelation. Share it with your Sirs.”
“I…” She swallowed hard. “Paddling makes me horny, Sir,” she admitted, her face burning.
The men shared a high-five. “Told you,” Lyle said. “I knew it.”
Reed leaned in and kissed her. “What better way for us to make sure you start every day on the right foot, baby?” he asked. “A stinging ass and a pussy needing to be fucked.”
“And some mornings, you might get a quickie, if there’s time,” Lyle said with an evil grin. “But most mornings, no, we’ll just be sending you to work horny.” He pointed at the end of the bed. “Now bend over, feet on the floor and legs spread wide, hands flat on the bed. Punishment will always be done like this, with you naked. You will count every stroke. If you lose count, we start over. Every punishment session you earn, you’ll have to count. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And make sure to say Sir after every stroke count.”
“Yes, Sir.” Trembling with desire more than fear, she bent over and got into position.
She felt one of them stroke her ass, which still stung from the paddle.
Fingers slid into her pussy, slowly fucking her, then rubbing her clit before disappearing again. She already had her lips open, making Lyle chuckle when she started sucking his fingers clean.
“Wow. You are such a good girl, baby.”
That done, a hand reappeared, on her lower back. “No squirming, either,” Reed warned, his tone changing, strict.
“Ready?” Lyle asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Immediately, the first stroke landed, stealing her breath and feeling like her flesh was being sliced open. That had not been a play stroke.
That had been for realsies.
“One, Sir.”
By the tenth stroke, she was sobbing, but still counting. Two sets of lips kissed and licked her welted ass cheeks until she caught her breath and the men joined her on the bed.
Reed picked up the box. “Do you still want to be our slave?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I still want to be your slave.”
They fastened the collar around her neck. “Unless we’re not home,” Reed said, “we put this on you and take this off you, although you’ll have a key. But as soon as you get home, it goes on and clothes come off. And before you leave for work in the morning, it doesn’t come off until you’re ready to walk out the door. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She loved the weight of it, the way it felt cool and then quickly warmed to her flesh.
Reed laid back, his fingers encircling the base of his cock. “Now it’s time for morning orgasms,” Reed said, grinning.
She eagerly straddled him, moaning as she slowly sank onto his cock, her hands already slipping behind her back, waiting.
“Such a good girl,” Lyle said. He grabbed the leather cuffs from the bedside table, buckled them around her wrists, and clipped them together. “You knew exactly what to do.”
She leaned forward onto Reed, kissing him while Lyle lubed her ass and donned a condom. Then she softly moaned as she felt him press the thick head of his cock against her rim.
“Who’s our good girl?” Lyle asked.
“Me, Sir.”
“And how do good girls ask to be fucked?”
“Please fuck my ass, Sir!”
Lyle laughed. “Such a good girl.” He grabbed hold of her wrists and used them for traction as he started working his cock inside her ass. She squirmed, her swollen clit rubbing against Reed’s body with every thrust.
Once she felt Lyle’s thighs pressed against her tender, stinging ass cheeks, he pulled her up against his body, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers already pinching her nipples.
“Next,” he teased.
Reed switched the Hitachi on. “My pleasure.” He pressed it to her clit…and the fun began.
Immediately her back arched as the orgasm swept through her, well-trained responses that had pretty much become automatic.
“That’s it,” Lyle said as he kissed the side of her neck. “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby, the way your body takes our cocks.”
Reed grinned up at her. “Bet that caned ass feels good rubbing against him, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…Sir!”
Lyle leaned back, stretching her back with him and making her moan as it exposed her clit even more to the Hitachi. “There you go,” Reed said. “Fuck, I could lay here all day and do this to you.”
“She won’t last all day,” Lyle said, “and neither will I. Let’s make this a quick one.”
“Spoilsport. Just a couple more minutes.”
Lyle pinched her nipples, hard, making her cry out and triggering another wave of orgasms. “No, I don’t have that long,” he said. “Seriously.”
“Okay, fine.” Reed switched the vibrator off and set it aside.
Lyle helped her collapse on top of Reed and then grabbed her wrists again, fucking her and almost immediately letting out a grunt of pleasure before falling still.
“Hell, you weren’t kidding,” Reed snarked. He reached behind her and unclipped her wrists so she could brace herself on the bed and help as he fucked her. He didn’t take long to finish either, putting a load in her pussy and leaving her spent, exhausted, and happier than she’d ever been in her life.
She was going to try to move when she felt the end of the bed shake and a mumble fill the room.
Lyle laughed. “Dude, I walked you.”
Mumble.
“Go lay down,” she said.
Mumblemumble.
“Dammit,” Reed mumbled.
“The furkid is wanting to play,” Lyle said. She felt him stretch over and try to take the wubbie from Carlo, who ducked away, his mumbles growing even more excited.
That started her giggle fit, one that swelled and grew until she was hiccuping with laughter against Reed’s chest.
When she finally pulled herself together, Lyle asked, “And what was that about, baby girl?”
She sighed. “Thank you,” she said. “I know what you did there. Thank you for giving me a different reason to remember this date.”
Lyle leaned in. She turned her face so he could kiss you. “Love you, baby girl.”
“Love you, too, Sir.”
Reed smiled up at her. “Love you, baby girl.”
She grinned. “Love you, too, Sir.”
He kissed her. “Shall we get cleaned up?” Reed asked.
The bed bounced again, this time Carlo jumping up on it and mumbling as loudly as he could with the toy in his mouth.
“I think,” she said, “that we really don’t have a choice.”
Carlo sat down, spat the toy out onto the bed, and waited.
“If we don’t get up and play,” she said, “he’ll just keep bringing us toys. You know that.”
“Yeah,” Reed said, trying to reach for the toy.
Carlo, ever on guard, snatched it up, happily mumbling and now prancing around on the bed tail quickly wagging.
Then Carlo dropped the toy, grabbed the paddle, and jumped off the bed with it.
“Shit! Carlo!” Lyle untangled himself from her and dashed after the dog, who was happily mumbling to have found a new way to force his humans to play.
She giggled. “I think we really know who rules the roost.” She looked into Reed’s eyes.
Together, they both said, “Carlo.”
He rolled her over, pressing her into the mattress. “Are you really okay?”
“Yeah. I didn’t think I would be, but you guys kept me going.”
“I think you kept us going.” He kissed her, then sat up and helped her sit up. “And now, for a bath.”
From out in the house they heard Lyle arguing with Carlo.
“Carlo, cookies!” she called out.
Lyle sounded triumphant. “A-ha!” He returned shortly after with the paddle.
Behind him, Carlo reappeared with a new wubbie.
“Go give him a cookie,” she scolded. “Sir.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s so wrong, rewarding him for stealing.” But he headed back to the kitchen.
Reed looked down at her. “At least you’re well trained,” he teased.
She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
As they headed for the shower, a passage from Tony’s journal came to mind.
Life is great, the time I get to spend with Lyle and Reed like adding hot sauce to an already fantastic dish—it just makes it better. Do I wish I had a primary relationship? Duh, but I know whatever will happen, will happen. I’m trusting that I followed the right path, because now my life feels easy in a way it never did before. So I won’t doubt it, I won’t question it. And I damn sure won’t change a thing I’m doing now.
THE END
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