The Marine's Pet

by Loki Renard

  The tapered tip of the plug slid in smoothly enough as Earnest eased it forward, but the flaring shaft soon made Sarah whimper as her bottom struggled to take its girth. She clutched at the leg of Earnest’s pants, her bottom wriggling this way and that as she fought with the sting.

  “Relax, pet,” Austin reminded her. “And breathe.”

  “I can’t,” she whimpered.

  “You can,” he said. “Just relax.”

  Even as she claimed she could not take it, the plug was sliding in deeper, propelled firmly by Earnest’s unyielding fingers. She took deep, panting breaths as he urged it in all the way to the base and finally she was fuller and more stretched than she had ever been, the wisps of the tail brushing lightly against her wet pussy lips, providing a delicate respite from the ache in her bottom.

  Once he was satisfied it was all the way in, a process that involved moving it about inside Sarah in a way that made her squeak and squeal and generally squirm about, Earnest swatted her on the bottom. “Get down and go and show your master, pet.”

  Every movement was informed by the plug. The fullness and the length meant that she almost felt as though she was being taken. As she sank to her knees and began to crawl, the plug massaged inside her, turning the simplest of motions into a reminder of her submission and her status as pet.

  She crawled to Austin where she pressed up against his thigh, her bare pussy grinding against the rough fabric of his jeans.

  “Down, girl,” he said gently.

  When she slid back down onto her hands and knees, he praised her by reaching down between her thighs and petting her pussy. She moaned and leaned back, her back arched as she offered herself to him. She was so horny she would have taken either of them, much to her shame. Sarah had never thought of herself as being the sort to take multiple partners, but in that moment she was so wet, so needful of some kind of release that she would have taken it from Austin or Earnest.

  “I think your pet is in heat,” Earnest observed.

  “Is that what you are?” Austin purred the question. “Do you need to be mated, my pet?”

  Sarah blushed.

  Austin summoned her close, slid his fingers beneath her tail, and began casually sliding the thick digits back and forth inside her tight, wet slit. Sarah began moaning and squirming, not quite satisfied by his fingers, but glad to have some kind of stimulation.

  “Turn around and face Earnest,” Austin murmured. “Let him see your submission.”

  Sarah squirmed around back onto her hands and knees and looked up at Earnest. She would never have imagined looking at him with so much lust and need, but in that moment she was a complete slave to her arousal.

  Earnest ran his hands gently through her hair, petting her as Austin played with her pussy. If this was discipline, then she loved discipline. There was nothing but praise for her, only kind words as she writhed her hips against Austin and rubbed her head against Earnest’s fingers as they massaged gently against her scalp and neck.

  This was something she had never fathomed as discipline, and certainly it wasn’t, except for the fact that she found herself seeking stimulation from Earnest as well as Austin, giving full rein to her carnal desires, the part of her that had little regard for modern mating convention but was interested in claiming as many mates as possible.

  Austin was not going to allow her to be shared, she was secure in that fact, but when Earnest’s fingers slid from her neck, she took them in her mouth and suckled them much as she might have another portion of his anatomy.

  There was a soft chuckle behind her as Austin saw the expression of her hunger. Earnest was not so amused. His gaze was magnetic as he locked eyes with her and she continued to lap her tongue around his index and middle finger in a way that could only be construed as tempting.

  “You would make a priest want to sin,” Earnest murmured. “I think I will spank her again,” he said. “She needs it badly.”

  Sarah did not object as she would have at the beginning. She was almost eager to go over Earnest’s knee. At Austin and Earnest’s dual bidding, she crawled forward and arched over his lap, her bottom held so high her thighs did not touch his leg. She wanted his touch. She craved it. When his palm fell and his skin met hers, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

  “Oh, you naughty, naughty girl,” Austin chided her.

  She grinned at him mischievously and arched herself a little more, holding her bare cheeks high for Earnest to do with her as he liked. Austin’s eyes were locked on hers as Earnest palmed her bottom, then lifted his hand high and delivered a hard, stinging swat that made her hips jolt, her thighs part, and her pussy moisten even more. The plug should have made it almost unbearable; instead she embraced having her bottom thoroughly stretched and filled.

  Sarah was past the point where it was possible to be chastised. She was so very aroused that every little sensation leant itself to yet more arousal. Hard swats made her inner walls clench, softer smacks felt like teasing.

  She locked eyes with Austin, letting her hips grind in a slow dance designed to titillate him and Earnest both. She was in control now, her sexuality holding them both in her sway. She could feel Earnest’s excitement against her hip, and each time she ground toward him she felt him grow a little harder. Things were very close to getting out of control when Earnest’s hand came down hard on the back of her neck, locking her in place over his thighs as his other palm began to catch her cheeks with thunderous slaps.

  Sarah squealed as sudden heat burst across her cheeks. Earnest’s long arms were capable of delivering a great deal of power and most of it was being channeled against the sweet rounds of her backside. Her protestations were mostly without any coherency thanks to the unexpected nature of the intensity of the discipline. Earnest was not playing, that much was certain. His palm landed three dozen times before he backed off some of the heaviness and slowed the pace.

  Panting and wriggling and very much at Earnest’s mercy, Sarah squirmed her tail-clad bottom in a futile attempt to ease the sting. Earnest put a stop to that by taking rather firm hold of the tail and stilling her. Any squirming would only result in her wriggling her bottom around the length of the plug, so she was forced to lie still and whimper softly until he patted her bottom.

  “Good girl,” he said, giving her sparse but effective praise, along with an affectionate stroke of his hand through her hair. “I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

  “Me too,” Sarah agreed, looking at Austin in the hope that he agreed.

  “Almost,” Austin said. “Cum for us, pet.”

  On cue, Earnest began to play with the tail, toying with it inside her bottom. The sudden stimulation made her let out a whimper of surprise as all the stimulation came to an explosive head. She was going to cum. Hard. Over Earnest’s lap. He was drawing the orgasm from her just as Austin had commanded, and her body was responding as she had been ordered.

  It may have been Earnest’s hands manipulating her body, but it was Austin’s will that made her orgasm burst forth. She screamed her climax out of the cabin and into the wilds for miles around. Powerful tremors rocked her body, dwindling as the last dregs of orgasm left her almost completely senseless.

  She was just barely aware of being picked up and the butt plug being gently removed. Then she was snuggled close as Earnest went and did something that involved a fair amount of metallic clanging. She should really have opened her eyes, but she was so content snuggling against Austin’s bare chest that she didn’t bother. Austin murmured soft words of praise and care as he laid her down in what she thought was a bed.

  Sarah curled up happily, more than ready to sleep. It wasn’t until she heard the closing of a metal latch that she opened her eyes and saw that she had not been put to bed. She had been put on a very soft mattress with lots of blankets—inside a large crate.

  “Go to sleep,” Austin said in response to her questioning look.

  In her thoroughly sated, completely submissive state, she obeyed wi
thout a second thought.

  Chapter Nine

  Life among the disciplinarians was difficult for Sarah, not just because her bottom had been spanked and plugged and played with by almost everyone, but because in the aftermath of her disobedience, new rules were put in place for her. Formally. At what amounted to a disciplinary hearing in Robert and Anastasia’s cabin, in which Sarah knelt in front of Austin while Robert, Earnest, and Anastasia all looked on approvingly.

  She was dressed, for once, but she was also collared and leashed with a six-foot leather leash that went from her collar to the floor under Austin’s foot. The leash had taken some getting used to, but Austin insisted she wear it and his insistence was her command.

  “You’re going to stay collared and on a leash at all times,” Austin informed her, his hands behind his back as his military training once more came to the fore. She wasn’t sure if she was his pet or his naughty recruit, but either way she was in trouble. “If I’m not about, Earnest or Robert will have your leash. When none of us are here, or when you are told, you will go in the crate.”

  “But…”

  He held his hand up, cutting her objection short. “These are the rules, Sarah.”

  She just barely restrained a naughty impulse to mimic what he’d said back at him. Anastasia was not making things any easier, because although she was putting on a proper front, there was a sparkle in her eyes whenever she looked at Sarah, which made Sarah want to giggle.

  Sarah felt lighter than she ever had, and ironically, much, much freer too. In spite of the fact that she’d been sent to her crate several times since the first nap she’d taken in there, and in spite of the fact that Austin was being more demanding than ever, she felt positively bubbly.

  “Do you understand them?”

  “Arf!” Sarah assented with a little grin. She saw Anastasia put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile, though none of the men seemed impressed.

  “Use your words.”

  “Yes, sir!” Sarah said, saluting.

  “Wrong hand,” Austin drawled. “And wrong attitude, brat. Do you really want another spanking?”

  “Nossir,” Sarah said quickly. She did not need any more spankings. She did not need any more trouble.

  “She’s just playing, aren’t you, Sarah?”

  Earnest was the last person she expected support from, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

  “Yeah,” she nodded.

  “Does this seem like the time for play?” Austin cut in sharply.

  “No,” she said in a soft voice, shaking her head as Austin’s pale eyes bored into her. He certainly wasn’t playing. He was all business. “Sorry.”

  He gave her a long, hard look, then nodded. “The purpose of this meeting wasn’t actually to lecture you,” he informed her. “If you can behave yourself for five minutes, I have something much more important I’d like to say.”

  She cocked her head to the side, curious.

  “From the moment I met you, you’ve been a pain in the rear,” he said. “Mostly for reasons we’re both well aware of, but also because from the moment I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He took a deep breath, and looked at her not with the eyes of a disciplinarian, or a master, or an owner, but with the eyes of a man who had loved her more deeply and fully than any other. “I’ve never met anyone as bright and beautiful as you are, Sarah. I’ve never found a woman who can go over my lap and take the discipline she needs, be thoroughly chastened and still manage to find a new kind of trouble within twenty-four hours. You submit, but you never surrender. I always knew you were going to be a long-term project. But I want to make you a lifelong one too.”

  He sank to one knee before her. Sarah knew what must be happening, but she couldn’t believe it. She began to tremble all over as he took out a little black ring case and opened it to reveal a simple but gorgeous diamond band.

  “Sarah,” he said. “Will you be my wife?”

  “Oh… my… yes!” She squealed, broke position, and threw herself into his arms. “Yes, I will!”

  Earnest, Robert, and Anastasia let out various noises of approval and excitement, from Anastasia’s squeal of glee to Earnest’s grunt of approbation.

  Austin stood and picked her up in his arms, pressing kiss after kiss to her face as she cried tears of pure happiness. It took a good long while for her excitement to settle down, by which time she was settled in Austin’s lap with the others all around her. They all seemed genuinely happy at the news, and approving too. It was all so much to take in, Sarah wasn’t sure she could contain her happiness.

  “We have something else for you,” Robert said when she’d calmed down a little. “It’s from Earnest, Anastasia, and me. We were hoping to give it to you a little earlier in the trip, but things didn’t go quite as we planned, did they?”

  Sarah blushed and agreed that in both terrible and wonderful ways, things had not gone as she had planned at any rate.

  Anastasia went to the back of the room and took something out of a bag. She carried it over with both hands and gave it to Sarah with a small flourish, which made everyone chuckle.

  “Really? For me?” Sarah shook her head. “You are all way too nice to me.”

  “No, we’re not,” Anastasia broke in. “We’re just as nice as we should be.”

  Sarah smiled and unwrapped the gift, which had been exquisitely put together with pastel pink paper and a bright red bow. When the paper fell away, she realized she was looking at a bowl, a beautiful ceramic bowl painted with swirls of pointillist color. It looked like something she might have painted herself, but was also deliciously different. When she squinted her eyes a little, she could make out forms in the color. A woman kneeling. A man standing next to her, a trail of deep magenta joining them. She wasn’t sure if it was really there, or if it was only there because she wanted to see it, but she loved it either way.

  “This is beautiful,” she said. “Thank you all so much.”

  “Earnest found it,” Robert said. “He said it reminded him of you.”

  Sarah looked at him with no small measure of surprise. Earnest had been thinking about her. They all had. These people, who she had barely known a matter of weeks, had taken her not just into their circle, but into their hearts. It was not just about the sex and the play for them; they had an understanding of her at her core.

  She felt tears pricking at her eyes all over again, tears not of pain or contrition, but of pure joy. She was loved, and not just by her husband to be, but by a group of people who had taken her as one of their own so fully and so warmly she was completely overwhelmed.

  “Thank you, Earnest,” she said, leaning over to give him a tight and impulsive hug.

  “You’re welcome,” he said. “And now you have something to drink from when you’re in your crate and you get thirsty.”

  Anyone else might have been joking, but she knew he wasn’t. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks as she giggled wordlessly. She couldn’t quite imagine herself drinking from a bowl just yet, but she had no doubt that soon it would be as second nature as the collar around her neck, or the leash that connected her to Austin. And when she did drink from it, she would be reminded of how very much she was cared for, and how much her life had improved thanks to the overbearing marine and his family of friends.

  Smiling so broadly her cheeks began to hurt, Sarah snuggled back against Austin and let out a soft sigh of pure contentment as the friendly chatter of conversation once more welled up around her, enveloping her in a warm glow she now knew she would never have to leave.

  The End

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