by Sara Fields
It was like the two of them already knew what she had done.
With almost a robotic reaction, she walked over to the bed and slowly shrugged the mantle off her shoulders and onto the bed. She laid it flat, so that when her punishment ultimately began, she could lie on the soft fur.
Unclasping her bra, she could feel the heaviness of her breasts and she sighed, her nipples hardening into tight little peaks. Her thighs trembled and she bit her lip, unbuttoning the petticoats around her waist and sliding them down to the floor. She stood then in just her panties as she placed the rest of her underthings on the side of the bed.
She could feel her wetness in the seat of her underwear and knew that she was ridiculously aroused. She was about to get punished. Wondering how they would do it, she turned toward them and fingered the soft white lace of her waistband. Would she be spanked? With a glance, she saw Bruddis place his hands on his belt and she shivered, remembering their prior threats of a whipping with one of theirs.
Reminding herself that she had chosen to disobey, she slowly pushed her panties down her hips and over her thighs down to her ankles. Completely naked, and very much missing the glass plug that they had commanded she keep deep inside her, she bent over the bed and waited, knowing her time had come.
The room was quiet for a long time.
“Bad girl,” Bruddis finally said, although somehow, he’d moved next to her without making a sound.
“Naughty wives are punished like the wicked little pets that they are, aren’t they, brother?” Draego growled seductively and she trembled with both dread and nervous arousal.
Bruddis sat down on the bed beside her and quickly dragged her over his lap. Naked and completely vulnerable, she couldn’t even begin to fight him before the spanking began. All at once, she remembered that the last time she was over a man’s lap getting punished, that it actually hurt.
She quickly began to question her rash decision, why she had so foolishly disobeyed knowing that she was going to get her bottom spanked and whined as his palm seared into her skin.
“You knew what was going to happen, didn’t you, pet,” Draego said as he sat beside his brother, threading his fingers into her hair by the nape of her neck before grasping it in his fist and pulling hard.
“Yes,” she whispered huskily.
“Yes, what,” he warned, his voice dropping several octaves and she trembled.
“Yes, Master,” she quickly answered, her voice squeaking as a particularly hard slap captured her attention.
The sounds of Bruddis’ palm spanking her very bare and vulnerable skin filled the air and she cried out in alarm. Her backside ached and she squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp but she failed miserably. Even as she kicked, she only earned several harsher smacks to the tops of her thighs that brought tears to her eyes almost instantly.
Finally, the spanking slowed and Bruddis rubbed her sore skin. She moaned heavily, realizing that despite the pain her backside was dealing with, she was sore, achy, and incredibly wet. Her clit throbbed, wanting her men’s attention as soon as possible.
She tried to push up, wanting to kiss him, but he held her steadily in place and she began to grow even more nervous.
“Jada, we’re not done,” Draego smirked.
“We’re not?” she questioned, her sore bottom protesting his declaration very much.
A cool, but soft surface glided over her bottom and she stilled, suddenly regretting her decision to do what she wanted very much. Biting her lip, she waited before the cool surface cracked back down on her backside and she yelped immediately
Trying to look back, she saw in Bruddis’ hand a thick dark brown leather paddle. Swallowing heavily, she whined as he held her around the waist, pressing her into his thigh. She could feel his erection against her belly and she desperately hoped that it would be inside her very soon.
He slid the leather paddle back and forth across her delicate skin.
“Draego will have a surprise for your naughty backside next as well. I very much doubt you’ll be able to sit down tomorrow after we’re through,” he said rather firmly.
“Please don’t punish me,” she begged, knowing it was useless.
Unfortunately for her, Bruddis was silent and simply responded by paddling her bottom so soundly that she was blubbering apologies far more quickly that she would have anticipated. She knew she had earned it and rocked her hips back and forth, her core throbbing with need despite the pain the paddle was currently delivering to her naughty ass.
Bruddis curled his arm around her waist and lifted her ass higher in the air, attacking the very sensitive place where her bottom cheeks met her thighs and she squeezed her eyes shut with a whine. Her thighs trembled and she pressed them together, feeling the arousal that was pooling between them.
He would pause occasionally and trace her thighs with his fingers, glancing dangerously close to the drenched folds between her legs. Without meaning to, she moaned low in her throat and both brothers chuckled at her response.
Bruddis dropped the paddle onto the bed beside her and gripped her freshly punished backside in his fingers and she gasped at the sudden onslaught of pain across her cheeks. It ran deep and raced directly to her clit and she groaned low as her fingers gripped the fur beneath her. Her core throbbed heavily, reminding her of how much her body was betraying her.
She needed them to fuck her and she needed it soon.
Biting her lip, she moaned as Bruddis explored between her legs, discovering how much she was enjoying herself. His rough fingers slid across her folds and she arched her back in return. He explored her then and she spread her legs a bit wider to allow him easier access. She craved it, her insides throbbing wild with desire. Draego’s grip tightened in her hair and she sighed happily, the pain from his harsh dark touch and her aching backside making her body feel as though it was made of jelly.
All at once, Bruddis took his hands away and gently guided her down so that she landed on her knees on the soft furs that lined the stone floor. At the absence of his touch, she pouted and looked up at him, and he gently shook his head.
“Elbows down on the floor, pet,” Draego said firmly as he slowly released his hold on her hair. She sighed with both relief and sadness at the loss of the delicious pain, but she followed Draego’s directions, knowing that now was not the time to fight him if she wished for them to grant her release.
Gently she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the floor and lifting her ass into the air. Draego turned her to the side just a bit and gripped her bottom cheeks, spreading her wide and placing a glass tip on top of her tight rim of muscle.
Without asking, he took what he wanted, pressing the well-oiled object into her bottom steadily and firmly, leaving her little question that she was not to fight him. Had she not been so aroused and her bottom already so sorely punished, she knew it would have hurt more, but this time, it was more pleasurable than she remembered.
Sure, it felt wrong and dirty and taboo, but she didn’t care.
When it was fully inserted inside her, she breathed a small sigh of relief until a furry object brushed the back of her thigh. Leaning to the right, she looked backwards, only to feel the soft sensation brush her skin once again.
She was wearing a fucking tail.
Blinking in disbelief, she looked up at Draego, who had a wicked smile on his face.
“Would you like to play a game, kitten?” he asked as he placed a band on her head, complete with a set of black cat ears.
Her mouth dried and felt like cotton, and she swallowed heavily, suddenly nervous. Thus far, Draego had been hard to read; she had always thought his desires were darker, a bit more depraved and kinky than his brother, but she hadn’t imagined this.
Despite how wrong it felt in her head, her pussy clenched with desire and her curiosity got the best of her. He knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin, effectively giving her permission to get off of her elbows. Pressing her hands to the floor, she looked up
at him and licked her lips.
She could be his pet, she thought, right?
The old adage, ‘curiosity killed the cat’ came to mind and she hastily pushed the thought to the dark recesses of her mind.
He held out his hand and within it, he held something that glittered and caught the sunlight streaming in through the window. He opened his fist, and on his palm sat a handful of pearls of varying shades of whites, pinks, and blues.
Looking from his hand to his eyes, she furrowed her brow in confusion. What could he possibly want to do with a handful of pearls?
Watching with extreme interest, he tilted his hand sideways and she watched as the pearls rolled off his palm and onto the floor, some rolling and other bouncing off into the corners of the room. The tiny sounds echoed in the silence, sounding louder than her thumping heartbeat.
“There’s twenty pearls, kitten, and I want you to fetch them all for me. Only, while we’re playing our little game, you’re going to want to move fast, else your poor backside may suffer even more,” he mused and she swallowed heavily as he stood back up, his frame towering over hers as she knelt on her hands and knees.
A loud crack echoed above her and she jumped before crawling backwards. Whipping her head to stare back at Draego, she watched as a whip gently settled on the floor beside him. Her mouth opened with shock as she stared back at him.
“Hurry along, little kitty. Don’t make your master wait now,” he warned, lazily flicking the tip of the whip against the stone floor.
“You better start to play his game, little human, else that ass of your will be striped before the night is through,” Bruddis chuckled as he watched from his seat on the bed.
Speechless, she sat back and watched Draego with disbelief. His stormy blue eyes narrowed with warning, he cracked the whip, and she whimpered as it arced around her and caressed her right ass cheek with an audible pop. In the matter of a few moments, she yelped from the delayed sting and scurried off on her hands and knees in search of those sparkly pearls.
A few hadn’t rolled very far and she gathered those rather quickly before returning to Draego with them, but not before the whip kissed her bare bottom a few more times, causing her to cry out with pain and desire each time.
He counted out five.
Her hips swayed back and forth as she crawled and she imagined the view the men had when her tail swished out of the way and she heated even more. Her thighs, wet with her arousal, quivered in anticipation of the lash and both of her husbands’ touches.
Bruddis followed her and between the cracks of the whip, paddled her hard with the leather implement he had procured. He scolded her as she moved away, threatening her with a harder spanking if she failed to find all of the pearls.
Her nipples pebbled and her breathing quickened into soft little pants as she searched for the pretty little gems. The whip caressed her bottom and thighs, its kiss soft at one moment and harsh after, making it so that she could never guess what was going to happen next. The more she moved, the more she began to crave it, so much so that her crawling slowed at times as she searched for more pearls.
Occasionally, she would move closer to Bruddis, just so that he would grip her by the hips and light up her backside with a few strokes from the paddle. The pain electrified her and shot straight to her core. She wished he would touch her.
By the time she has gathered fifteen of the pearls, her arousal was dripping down her folds and her clit was throbbing so hard that the gentle brush of her thighs together made her moan out loud.
“Please,” she begged. “I need…”
“Need what, kitten,” Draego replied, his gaze so dark and seductive that she wanted to hurl herself into his arms, but she controlled herself, barely.
“I want…” She paused and the whip caressed her ass once again. “I want you two to fuck me,” she whispered, gathering all her courage in that single moment.
“Five more, kitten, and I’ll give you what you want,” he murmured, a smirk glimmering on the edges of his lips.
Looking around the floor, she spotted one that had rolled near the nightstand and slinked toward it as quickly as she could. The whip cracked behind her, and then once again, just lightly grazing her clit and she moaned loudly at the sensation.
She hadn’t even known that kind of accuracy was possible.
She spotted a second close by and spread her legs even wider, hoping he’d do it again and she wasn’t disappointed. Her breath rattled in short pants, desperate for more air as her body raised to a feverish pitch. Trying to calm herself, she crawled along the floor finding one pearl and then another.
Before she knew it, she had four more in her palm and she quickly gave them to Draego.
One more. Just one more.
Her eyes searched every inch of the floor and she whined when she didn’t see that last little object of salvation. Gently, she leaned down and placed her cheek on the floor, searching and praying that she would find that final pearl.
The whip cracked and bit at her upper thigh and she whimpered at the sting.
Where was it?
The pop of the whip hurtled over her head, close to her, but it didn’t touch her.
Searching. Searching. God, please. Where is it?
There. Under the bed, at the edge of the thick white fur carpet. She moved as quickly as she could, and the whip picked up tempo, licking her delicate skin over and over until she was breathless with want.
As she reached for it, she felt the cool, smooth surface on her fingers.
Her pussy clenched hard as she palmed it in her hand.
Slinking over to Draego, she looked up into his eyes and saw his pride in her accomplishment, his want for more, and his dark promise of pleasure and pain to come. It was intoxicating. Licking her lips, she stayed on her knees and sat back on her heels, feeling the plug settle deep in her bottom, hot and heavy, her tail swishing from side to side.
She’d never felt sexier than she did in that moment. She liked being their kitten.
Lifting her palms above her head, she presented the pearl to him. Her bottom burned, likely crisscrossed with pink lines from the whip, but she didn’t care. Instead of being painful, her body burned hot with desire. She craved more of the lash, but not as much as she craved the feeling of Draego’s hard cock between her thighs.
He took the pearl from her and added it to the others.
“On the bed. I want you on your back and spread your legs wide for me, kitten,” Draego ordered and her insides quivered with pleasure. He offered her a hand and she took it, rising up on unsteady legs. Gently, he guided her up on the bed and she scooted backwards, sucking in a harsh breath when her scorched skin contacted the quilt beneath.
After a long moment, the soreness in her backside molded into something more pleasurable. With a sigh, she laid back and wantonly spread her legs, her clit pulsing in anticipation of what was to come. Draego moved over top of her and pressed his palm to her pussy.
Oh, dear God.
He still had the pearls in his hands. Jada keened as he moved up and down, the cool, smooth little pearls rolling up and down her slick folds, caressing her clit and causing her to lose all semblance of control.
Feverish pleasure burned through her veins, so much so that she felt as though she was flying high in the sky and she didn’t want it to end. The round surfaces continued their assault on her sensitive flesh and she groaned softly, throwing her head back as she arched her back and threw her hips into his touch.
Back and forth the pearls rolled. Circling her clit, relentless and all-consuming.
“Please,” she begged, rocking her hips back and forth.
She needed to come before she died of internal combustion.
Her clit throbbed and her core demanded release, the knot inside her belly growing by every passing second. Her bottom hole, stuffed with a heavy plug, reminded her of his mastery over her body and she thrust her breasts into the air, nipples hard as rock.
Bru
ddis leaned back next to her and smirked. Reaching for her, he gripped her nipples between his fingertips and squeezed hard. Brilliant pleasure pain lanced through her body, ricocheting straight to her core.
“Please,” she pleaded again, this time knowing she was mere seconds away from losing herself.
Draego held her eyes and shook his head.
“Not yet, pet. You will come when I give you permission to do so,” he growled and she whined. She couldn’t hold back, could she?
She wanted to though. She wanted to please her men.
A low whimper emerged from her throat and it gradually grew to a louder cry as she struggled to hold back her release. Her body was so close, so hot. There was no way she could stop the roar of pleasure struggling to break free for much longer.
“Come hard, kitten,” Draego murmured and the rush of passion ripped through her.
Burning, bright ecstasy crashed over her senses, every nerve brilliantly lit with a thirst and hunger for more. Every worry and every stress melted away, leaving only pleasure and happiness. When her orgasm eventually faded and allowed her to return back to the surface, she moaned softly, her throat already raw from her screams of pleasure.
Biting her lip, she looked up as Bruddis and Draego towered over her.
Feeling numb with residual pleasure, she felt a set of hands underneath her reach underneath and grip the base of the tail in her bottom. Slowly, they pulled it free from her tight hole and she whimpered at the stretching, achy sensation.
Bruddis lifted her off the bed, and she absently noticed that he had lowered his pants and set his cock free. He lined up with her entrance and took her hard in one single motion and the riptide of pleasure began all over again.
Draego brushed her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck and her entire body shuddered and trembled with pleasure.
Her pussy clenched around Bruddis’ cock and she quivered as she felt Draego’s fingers slide over her bottom hole. His cock nestled between her cheeks and she arched backward, thrusting her hips toward him as he entered her tight rosette.
His thick head stretched her much wider than the tail and she keened as burning pain lanced through her core, but she was quickly distracted as Bruddis fucked her hard from the front. Back and forth he moved and she was immediately overwhelmed by how much pleasure she wrought from his rough taking of her body.
