by Lily Reynard
Walt crossed his arms and assumed his sternest expression. Larkin glanced at him, wondering what the hell his friend had up his sleeve.
"Sarah, if you truly want to put all this behind us," he said. "Then will you agree to punishment?"
What the hell? Larkin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But he trusted Walt, no matter how outlandish he sounded right now.
Her pink tongue darted out to nervously moisten her soft, delicious lips. "And you'll forgive me if I agree?"
Walt nodded solemnly. Larkin followed after a beat.
"We'll wipe the slate clean and start over fresh," Walt assured her. "No grudges…and no more lies."
"No more lies, I promise," she said fervently. Then she bit her lip and dropped her gaze. "Please…whatever you do, don't hurt me too badly."
Her plea made Larkin's breath catch as a flood of bad old memories came welling up.
"Walt…" he said, his tone sharp with warning.
Walt winked at him and shook his head slightly. Then he stepped forward and drew Sarah gently into his arms.
"We would never really hurt you. Never," he said fiercely. "But we all need to put this behind us…and it won’t be all bad, I promise." He nipped her ear.
Larkin saw her shiver in response, and his tension eased. He could trust Walt to keep his word—and stay in control of himself.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice muffled against his nightshirt.
"I want you naked and bent over my knee, Sarah," Walt replied. "And then I'm going to spank you until Lark and I are thoroughly satisfied that you're really and truly sorry for what you did."
She inhaled, eyes wide, and her cheeks flushing with color. She looked both intrigued and apprehensive…just the way Larkin liked it.
My beautiful mauve-haired angel, he thought. He missed her purple tresses more than he’d thought he would.
His cock was already hardening at the word picture that Walt had painted of a naked Sarah draped over his lap, her sweet posterior hot and rosy and thoroughly spanked.
Most importantly, he could trust Walt not to go too far. Walt didn't appear angry right now, just serious and deliberate.
More importantly, he didn’t have a red demon living inside his head the way that Larkin did.
Walt smiled down at her. "And I promise that after your punishment, we'll do something that'll be fun for all three of us. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, which made Larkin ache to pull her close and do the same thing, then nodded slowly. "I trust you. I trust both of you."
"Good. Now strip," ordered Walt.
* * *
Sarah shivered with nerves as she stood before the two men.
Walt pulled his nightshirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He stood in the middle of the bedroom waiting for her to obey, his thick, muscled arms crossed over his broad chest, staring at her with blue eyes that weren’t gentle any longer.
He looked like the sculpture of a naked Greek god. A dangerous, very sexy statue.
She felt frozen, like a deer in a hunter's gun sights. She wanted to obey him, wanted to prove how sorry she was for lying to both of them, but she couldn't move.
"If you don't remove your nightgown right now," he said softly. "I'm going remove it for you."
Sarah gulped and tried to make her hands move to the buttons running down the front of her nightdress. Her eyes met his, and she couldn't look away.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Larkin watching them. He looked spellbound.
"Too slow," Walt said, in that same soft voice.
He took the neckline of her nightdress in his hands and pulled violently. The thin cotton tore with a thin, high sound, like a shriek. His knuckles brushed against her breasts when he hooked his fingers under the ragged halves and pulled them over her shoulders and down her arms with an impatient jerk.
The mangled fabric fell softly around her ankles, leaving her bare as Eve.
With a jolt, Sarah realized that this caveman treatment was exciting her rather than frightening her as it ought to be doing.
Completely nude now, she stood like a statue as he walked slowly around her, inspecting her. Her heart was beating hard with nerves and excitement, and the place between her legs began throbbing with a startling burst of desire. The feeling only intensified as his fingers brushed against her arm.
Why in Heaven's name am I so excited by the idea of being punished? I should be scared out of my wits.
She jumped a little when he took her elbow and led her over to the bed. Larkin stayed where he was, watching both of them with an intense expression.
"Do you know why you're being punished?" Walt asked, resting his hand lightly on the small of her back.
"Because I lied to you about being Elizabeth Hunter?" Sarah asked.
The memory of what she'd done sent a jab of renewed guilt through her stomach, making her feel sick. She had been desperate, but now that she'd gotten to know…and love…Walt and Larkin, she knew they deserved better than her cruel deception.
"Not entirely," said Walt. His hand slid down to the curve of her buttocks, and squeezed. "You're mostly being punished because you didn't trust us, Sarah. You treated us like we were the kind of men who'd turn out a woman in need. Like we wouldn't protect you."
"Walt wouldn't have turned you away," Larkin added. "If you'd told him the truth that first day and asked if you could swap places with Liza."
"I'm sorry,” she apologized again. “I was so scared that you'd send me away, and I didn't have anywhere to go!"
"Lark, get over here,” Walt ordered his friend. “I want our Sarah on your lap while I'm spanking her."
Our Sarah. His words sent a thrill through her.
She was willing to endure anything they intended to do to her, if it meant that they would both forgive her and give her the chance to begin anew with them.
Larkin inhaled sharply and licked his lips. His eyes never left her as he walked over to the bed and seated himself on the edge of the mattress with slow deliberation, then moved to sit with his back against the carved headboard.
Walt put his big hand between her shoulders and pushed her upper body down, until she was bent at the waist, her breasts pressed against the hard muscle of Larkin's thighs and her forearms resting on the mattress on the other side of his nightshirt-clad legs.
"Show us how sorry you are. Spread your legs," he ordered.
Walt's bare foot slid between her ankles and gave each of them a sharp tap.
This was a side to Walt that she hadn’t seen before. He had always treated her with such gentle chivalry. Now she glimpsed something hard and fierce beneath his soft-spoken exterior.
Maybe he could protect her against whoever Mr. Burgess sent to retrieve her.
Feeling extremely exposed, Sarah obediently moved her feet further apart.
"Further," Walt growled.
Before she could respond, he kicked her legs a shoulders' width apart.
Sarah felt her startling arousal go up another notch. Bent over and spread immodestly wide open like this, could he see how wet she was? Did he intend to take her maidenhead while Larkin watched them?
She suppressed a moan at the thought.
"Are you ready for your punishment?" Walt asked.
No! But she craved their forgiveness. And it would break her heart if they sent her away.
"Yes," she whispered. Her heart was pounding, her nether regions keeping time with pulses of her shameful arousal.
Walt’s big, callused hand gently stroked the curve of one bare buttock in a lingering caress. "I'm going to spank you now, sweetheart. You're gonna keep count, and you're going to call me 'sir' while I'm disciplining you.”
Beneath her, she felt Larkin tense. He put a warm, comforting hand on her shoulder.
“If you lose count, I'll start over from the beginning,” Walt continued. “I'm gonna keep spanking you until I'm satisfied that
you're really and truly sorry for lying to us and not trusting us."
Sarah tensed, waiting for him to hit her.
"Do you understand?" Walt asked after a long moment.
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"Yes…what?" he prompted.
What? Oh.
"Yes, sir."
His first, stinging blow against her bottom made her gasp. But…
That's not so bad, she thought.
"Don’t forget to count," Larkin reminded her.
"One!" After a second, she added, breathlessly, "Sir."
She struggled to keep count against the flood of overwhelming sensation.
Bent over Larkin's lap, Walt looming behind her and Larkin's hand resting lightly on her upper back, Sarah quickly discovered that though the measured blows didn't seem that hard at first, after the fourth or fifth one, her bare buttocks quickly heated and became very sensitive.
Every blow after that, though Walt didn't strike her any harder, began to hurt more.
"Ten! Sir!" she gasped, her vision blurring from the pain. Tears began to run down her cheeks.
Sarah braced herself for the next blow. Instead, his next touch was gentle as he stroked her sore, exquisitely sensitive bottom.
"You're doing well," he said softly. "Lark, you enjoying this?"
"I shouldn't be," he said breathlessly. "I don't believe in hitting women. But she just looks so…" His voice trailed off with a deep sigh.
Sarah turned her head, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision, and saw the thick bulge straining at the fabric of Larkin’s nightshirt.
"Don't worry. I think she's enjoying this," Walt’s assured his friend.
"No! I’m not!" Sarah protested.
"Are you sure about that?" Walt slid his hand between her spread legs, and rubbed his finger slowly over her throbbing folds. "What's this, then?"
He stroked her bud, circling it with a teasing touch that sent a bolt of electricity up her spine.
"Oh," she gasped. She squirmed, trying to encourage him.
"Lark, I think she's lying to us again,” Walt said, his finger stilling, leaving her aching for more. "She's so wet that she could take both of us right now."
"Please. I'm so sorry. I'll never lie to you again. Just touch me again…please!" She drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and remembered to add, "Sir."
His touch vanished. "Not yet, sweetheart. I'm still punishing you. You'll have to earn your reward." He paused. "You owe Larkin, too, for lying to him. You could show him how sorry you are by using your pretty mouth on him. Right, Lark?"
"Only if she wants to," Lark said, but Sarah could feel the tension thrumming through the hard muscle beneath her.
“I think she wants to,” Walt said. “She sucked your cock yet, Lark? She’s got a really sweet mouth.”
Walt stroked her again. “Tell him you want to suck his cock while I’m spanking you.” He sounded breathless now.
“I…I do.” Two weeks ago, she could never have imagined Walt’s suggestion…or wanting to obey it.
Larkin tensed as she raised herself from his lap and pulled his nightshirt up to his lean waist. He shuddered, gasping, when she reached for his thick manhood, wrapping her fingers around his hard, hot length.
She drew her fist along his shaft from root to tip, and Larkin groaned. His hands descended on her braided hair in a stroking caress.
"Your mouth. I want to see your pretty lips stretched around his cock," Walt ordered harshly when she repeated the motion of her hand.
He punctuated his order with a smack on her sore bottom.
Taken by surprise, Sarah cried out, and barely remembered to count out loud.
She repositioned herself and drew Larkin's erect manhood down so that she could close her lips around its broad, smooth tip.
She like the way he inhaled at her touch.
"Yeah, like that," Larkin encouraged her. “Lick me like a lollipop. Don't be shy. If you can't get it all in your mouth, you can use your hand."
She obeyed, and both men rewarded her, each in their own way. Lark groaned loudly and thrust his hips up, as Walt gave her throbbing folds another teasing, swirling caress.
"More," Larkin groaned. "Don't be gentle, Angel. I need it hard and fast. Use your hand if you need to."
Encouraged, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft.
Walt's next blow took her by surprise. The pain was even worse after the short break, and she cried out, the sound muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth.
Lark stiffened and moaned, his fingers clutching painfully at her hair. “That feels fucking amazing.”
Behind her, Walt was panting now. "I want to hear you, Sarah. Every time I spank you, I want to hear you."
He kept going. She obliged.
The vibrations from her muffled cries seemed to pleasure Larkin, because he was moaning and thrusting enthusiastically into her mouth by the time Walt had landed his fifteenth blow.
How long is he going to spank me? Is he ever going to stop? Sarah’s tears were flowing harder than ever, leaving large wet patches on Larkin’s legs and the bedsheets.
Between blows, she was sobbing around his thick manhood. He seemed to take great pleasure in the sound and movement against his organ.
"Your sweet behind has turned a most appealing color, like roses," Walt told her.
She tensed, bracing herself for the next smack, and felt him move to stand directly behind her.
"You know, you're beautiful enough to almost make me forget about continuing your punishment." His voice was a hoarse growl now.
He leaned over her and pressed the hard bulge of his erection against her sensitized skin.
God, he felt enormous!
"I'm sorry!" she tried to say, but the words emerged as a series of muffled sounds.
She squirmed on Larkin's lap, pressing herself back against Walt, craving the sensation of that hard pressure against her swollen, hungry entrance.
Walt dipped his hand once more between her legs, gathering up her slick, wet essence before pushing a single, unsatisfying finger into her.
"God, I'm dying to bury my cock balls deep in your sweet cunny," he said that deep, growling voice. "And watch you sucking off Lark while I ride you hard."
She decided she wanted that too, and the renewed throb of desire between her thighs spurred her to swirl her tongue enthusiastically around the tip of Larkin's manhood.
She tasted salt. Walt shuddered at the caress, and she heard his breath catch.
Is Walt going to take my virginity now? Like this? Bent over Larkin's lap with him watching us?
Helplessly, desperately aroused, she hoped that the answer was "yes."
Walt put his hands on her hips and held her with effortless strength. "Don't move."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sarah froze obediently. Hoping. Anticipating.
Walt ground himself against her, and she moaned.
His large hands slid deliberately forward, over her waist, up her ribs, then around to squeeze her breasts with bruising strength.
"Let's finish this, so that we can proceed to the next stage of your punishment." He stepped back. "Right, Lark?"
"Don’t you think she's been chastised but good by now?" Larkin asked, his voice thick.
His breath hitched as Sarah made a sound of agreement around his length.
He stroked Sarah's hair. "Don't stop, Angel. Please."
"She won't, not if she's sincere about apologizing to us," Walt said harshly. "Besides, you haven't come yet."
Sarah wailed at the next hard smack, a sound that was as much surprise as pain, drawing another moan from Larkin.
"And I'm not satisfied that she's learned her lesson yet," Walt added. "Keep going, sweetheart. Work that sweet mouth of yours."
She did her best, but it was difficult with Walt's blows landing with measured ruthlessness against the sensitized skin of her bottom.
At
last, long after she'd given up hope that the spanking would ever end, Walt growled, "Okay, Sarah. That was the last one. But we're not quite done yet, are we?"
Sobbing, she nodded, bobbing her head on Larkin's stiff length.
"Lark, how are you doing?"
