by Lee Savino
"Pearl," he smiled down at me, stroking my hair, and then gripping it to guide my mouth the way he liked it. After he spent himself in my mouth I felt almost satiated. I insisted we eat; the sun was hot and the day was long, and he'd worked twice as hard, finishing his chores and explaining things to me.
He left briefly to check on something in the field, and I lay on the blanket in the small wood, enjoying the filtered light on my face. Of their own volition my fingers crept beneath my skirts. I sighed and touched my little nub, teasing it and imagining servicing Orion on my knees. I loved the submissive feeling of serving my men. Next time, I imagined, I would be naked, covered only by my long dark hair cascading down my back as I worked my mouth up and down his long prick.
"What are you doing?"
My eyes flew open. Orion was looking down at me with a wicked smile. I scrambled up at the wicked gleam in his eye.
"What did Cash tell you about touching yourself?"
I did remember my stern husband catching me relieving my aching loins, and ordering me to wait until one of the men satisfied me. It was a game, but one I played readily.
"You know what happens to naughty Pearls who wile away the day seeking their own pleasure?"
"They get punished?" I was on my knees, breathless. My arousal increased a thousand-fold.
"They get punished. Take off your dress."
He stalked away, and I pulled off my layers. When my blond husband returned, he found me on all fours on the blanket, wearing only corset and stockings, my dark hair braided and tucked over one shoulder.
"Good girl," he said, and knelt beside me to start spanking me. His palm beat a careful rhythm on my ass, one cheek and then the other.
He checked my pussy lips, and, chuckling, presented his dripping fingers for me to clean.
"You like your punishment, then?"
"Yes, sir." With each smack, my breasts shook and a warm glow spread through me, as if the sting sparked a fire that burned hotter and hotter.
"Naughty, Pearl." Orion sounded excited, and his cock pressed against the front of his trousers. "I love training you."
He stood suddenly. "Face down on the blanket, bum in the air. Come on." He gave me an extra slap to motivate me when I hesitated.
My front torso dropped and I put my cheek to the blanket, wondering what was going to happen. I heard a swish beside my head.
"What's that?" I saw the switch in his hand and broke position scrambling away. "You can't switch me!"
"Can't?" He raised a brow, crouching. He made no move to come after me.
"Please, sir," I amended. "Please don't switch me. Spank me harder."
"Spanking you harder would only make you cum," he said, and I knew it to be true. It had happened once before, with Cash. "You need a change in implements to really feel it."
"It'll mark me," I said, my eyes filling with tears.
A contrite look crossed his face, and he immediately tossed the switch away. "Come here, Pearl."
I crawled to him and he folded me into his arms. "I would never harm you. Never, never."
"I know. The switch scares me. What if there are thorns and they break the skin and I bleed?"
"You're not afraid of a spanking but of blood?"
Trembling, I nodded. He kissed my hair and rocked me a little. "Then we won't do it. I'll think of some other way to punish you. You promise to tell me whenever you're afraid?"
"Yes." After a few moments I felt calmer. "I'm sorry," I said in a normal voice. "I've seen people scratched with brambles, in horrible pain. That's what I'm imagining."
Taking the switch, he showed me how he had peeled it in an attempt to smooth the whip-like branch. "I'd never strike you more than a few times." He used it on his own hand, and showed me the faint redness. "It stings, but it's bearable. It's whippy and can wrap around your limbs. Cash told me how to stripe your bottom and your legs. He said I could even make you go pick your own switch as part of the punishment."
I felt better and told him he could use it on me if he wanted. "No more than six strokes?"
He kissed me. "I appreciate it, but no. We'll work up to the switch, or don't have to use it at all. Besides," he said, his smile turning wolfish, "I bet Cash can think of a more intense punishment for going against his wishes."
The thought of one of Cash's creative punishments made me beg for the switch, but Orion couldn't be swayed. Pulling me to my feet, he carried me off to finish his tour of the ranch.
We spent the whole day together, and it was lovely. It seemed the more time I spent with my blond husband, the more he opened up. He even told me that he'd been disciplined as a child, thrashed with a strap and a cane.
"I'd never hit you that hard," he said soberly. "What we do is a game compared to that."
I smoothed back his blond hair, wishing I could brush his bad memories away, and told him I knew the difference, and it was a game I enjoyed too. We ended the day in the garden, working side by side as snug as two peas in a pod.
"Did you have a good day?" Cash asked me over dinner, and I smiled, recounting all the things Orion had showed me. "I heard you got a little excited out beyond the cattle fields."
Blushing, I dropped my gaze.
"Seems to me you need a reminder of how your husbands control your pleasure."
The room quieted, and I looked up to see all my men grinning at me.
"I wanted you," I squirmed in my seat. I was still aroused, and being surrounded by five men who looked at me like hungry wolves, made me more excited.
"Of course you did. And it pleases us to keep you hot and excited until we touch you. Isn't that right, brothers?"
"Aye." Brock put his hand right on my knee, sliding it up my thigh boldly. "You have five husbands, lass. What if you spent all your time away from us finding release Your poor little pearl would be so worn out."
"We'll give you enough chances to cum tonight," Orion promised. "As part of your punishment."
I must have looked confused because Cash added, "After tonight, you'll be too worn out to walk, much less rub yourself."
Dinner ended and Orion caught my arm as I rose from my chair. "We have something for you. Jonas made it."
I didn't like the excitement in his eye or the look of the long rectangular thing Jonas had carved.
"What is it?" I turned the beautiful piece over, admiring its smoothness, but wondering what it was for. It had a small handle on one side, but was too small to be used as a platter.
"It's a paddle." Brock informed me with a grin. "For beating your arse."
I nearly dropped the thing.
"No, no, bring it to me." Orion said. He'd crossed the room and was leaning on the cleared table. I was expected to walk over and hand this new implement of torture to him.
"Ask him to discipline you," Cash added.
I approached reluctantly and presented the paddle to him.
"Good girl," he kissed me, and I felt hands at my back, untying my apron. Both Orion and Cash undressed me then bade me lean over the table and present my bare bottom as a target for the paddle.
"Will it hurt?" I asked in a quavering voice.
"Oh, yes," Cash said calmly. "But it won't mark you, and the ache will fade in time. You can take it, Pearl. Unless you want us to start the second portion of your punishment early."
I shook my head, and lay as they bid.
"So sweet." One of them ran his hand over my flesh, and then the other. They stood on either side of me, squeezing my bottom, readying it for the first strikes.
"A warm up spanking first," Cash said, and their massage turned into little swats to ready my flesh.
Orion paused to take out the plug and I sucked in my breath at the loss. He had put it in early, after our long ride and picnic but before we worked in the garden. I was getting used to the feeling of my bum hole flared around the wood, but it still felt strange, and, when the men worked it in and out while telling me all the dirty things they planned, erotic. "Don't worry," he whisp
ered, leaning over me as his palm continued to warm my bottom. "We'll fill you there enough tonight."
My breath came faster, and my nipples tightened at the humiliation of having my dirtiest hole owned by my men.
Cash lifted the paddle from the table.
"Six, I think. Just enough to introduce her to it, but not enough to bruise her."
"Legs apart, Pearl. Point your toes in," Orion said, and I positioned myself in a way kept me from tightening my muscles, and showed off my charms to all my men.
Someone touched the paddle to my nates and I whimpered.
"Shhh, it's all right." Cash leaned close to me, brushing my hair away from my face. "Don't be frightened. You like it when I take control, don't you?"
I nodded against the table.
"This will please me. Bent over, your husbands can see every beautiful part of you. Brock and Jonas are excited to see your bottom turn pink. And Samson has promised for every stroke, you will receive an equal lick of pleasure. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir," I sighed. Staring into his dark eyes, I felt myself sink into sweet submission. My men would take care of me.
Cash stayed close, stroking my back. "You asked me what I enjoy most about you. It is this. The way you give over all control. It's a beautiful gift," he finished on a whisper.
Closing my eyes, I craned my neck and kissed him, my soft lips silently telling him I understood.
"Sweet Pearl." He stood. "Time to take your punishment. And remember," he said in that stern voice that made my insides clench. "This is what happens to naughty wives who touch themselves without their husband's permission. We own you, Pearl, pain and pleasure."
I closed my eyes, basking in the knowledge that all my men could see my pale bum pointed their way, my smooth legs and shaved pussy on display. I wanted them to look, to possess me, to force me to bow to their pleasure. I wanted them to possess me, body and soul.
My pussy moistened as the paddle tapped my buttocks. Orion giving me firmer and firmer touches until I felt how the sting would spread over a large surface area.
He gave me one strike and I flinched, but it was bearable. There was a pause while he walked around the other side and then the polished wood hit my other cheek with equal force.
Again, the march to the other side to lay down a third smack. These were a bit harder, but I breathed through them, embracing the ache that radiated deep through my flesh. This would please Cash, and my men. And me, apparently—for I was so ready I was dripping.
He went to the other side to deliver the fourth swat, and I rolled my eyes at the table. Why couldn't he just give me three on one and then three on the other, and get it over with?
The fourth swat smacked down before I was ready and I squeaked, pushing forward on the table.
His hand touched my back. "Bottom up. Present." He rubbed the smooth wood on my bottom as I complied, my insides clenching with pleasurable humiliation. I could feel heat in my cheeks and wondered if they were bright red yet.
"So beautiful," Cash murmured, and I realized he was taking over for Orion. "Two more, and we'll start phase two."
"You'll be begging for the switch after stage two," Orion promised, a grin in his voice.
I shifted uneasily. My men always delivered on their promises. My bottom would've clenched, but with my toes pointed in, I was helpless to tighten my muscles in preparation.
Cash had a stronger hand than Orion—he was more practiced and less afraid of hurting me. I cried out on the fifth and sixth strikes, feeling the pain push my arousal to a new level.
"Good girl," my disciplinarians crooned, rubbing my heated flesh. They drew me up and I hugged Orion as he squeezed my bottom cheeks, massaging out the ache.
"See, Pearl. Just six. Not bad at all."
"Touch yourself again without permission, and we'll tie you face down and let you have it. Make us punish you twice for something, and you won't sit comfortably for a day."
"Put your life at risk, and you won't for a week," Cash added.
"I won't," I promised. I hadn't cried—the pain wasn't great enough. This was more of a game than anything, the sting in my bottom filling me with submissive desire.
Orion's fingers ventured between my legs. "She's ready," he grinned as I squirmed on his hand.
"Good. Come here, Pearl," Brock called.
Still leaning on Orion, I turned to see the Scot standing on the far side of the dinner table. The men had cleared away all the food and pulled the chairs away. Jonas and Samson were still seated; the big man smoothed a hand over my back, and Jonas smacked my ass as I went past.
"Hello, little one." Brock smiled hugely and kissed me. "Let me see your hot little arse." He held me against him, fingering my cheeks, adding a few light smacks of his own.
"Please," I panted, crushing myself against him. My finger went to his shirt buttons and he let me strip it from him, but then stalled me.
"Now that I've had dinner, I want something sweet for my pudding," he announced to the room, propelling me backwards. He kissed me, his coarse stubble scraping my face. "I think I'll eat you," he growled, a predatory excitement in his eye. My bottom hit the table and I arched away so the wood wouldn't touch my sore flesh.
Jonas and Samson moved on either side, lifting and laying me on the table, while Brock pulled up a chair. I was flat on my back with my bottom just hanging over the edge. Went I went to sit up, four hands held me in position and spread my legs apart. I sighed, knowing where this was going, but eager to feel Brock feast on my flesh.
Gripping my hips, he buried his face between my legs. In no time, I was writhing and moaning.
"Please," I begged, craning my head to look for Cash.
Jonas and Samson kept running their hands up and down my body, teasing my flesh, but Brock came up for air.
"What's that, lass?"
Planting my feet on the table, I lifted my bottom and presented my cunny. "I need to cum."
"I don't think so, Pearl. Not until we do," Cash said.
"And we're going to tease you in between," Jonas grinned.
I went wild, bucking and begging, helpless under their hands.
"Aww, let the lass have her pleasure." Brock used his fingers to tease my inner folds. "She's sneaking about trying to get it in secret, we wouldn't want her to think her husbands won't satisfy her."
"What do you think, Pearl? Do you want to cum now?" Cash raised an eyebrow. Brock's finger twitched at my entrance and my whole body contracted around it, trying to suck it inside and receive the stimulation I needed.
"Yes, please, I need it," I panted.
"You sure?" Orion leaned closer. Jonas and Samson still held me, and I was surrounded by five eager faces, their excitement tinged with mischief.
"If you cum now, we'll force you take your pleasure with each of us as well," Jonas said. Samson nodded happily. The big man loved to see me cum.
"You wanted to choose your punishment," Orion added. "So choose. Cum now and over and over again, or not at all until the very end, when we'll see to you to your heart's desire."
I licked my lips, eyes darting wildly around their faces. There was some sort of trick here, but I had been teased and stimulated to the breaking point, and there was only one thing on my mind.
"Please, I need it now."
Reaching down, Orion pinched my nipples and Brock resumed his work with fingers and tongue. This second time ascending to the peak, I was desperate for release, and told them so. My beaten ass burned; the pain adding to the pleasurable inferno.
At the last moment, Brock pulled away. "Are you sure you want it, lass?" He licked his lips. The men held my hands as I fought to free myself, my only aim to grab Brock's head and force him to finish me off.
"You'll cry for mercy before the night is through," Orion promised, and part of me felt uncertain. The rest of me was a sex mad siren. I cussed as I demanded my release and my blond husband frowned. "So rude. Perhaps you don't deserve this."
"No, please
," I panted, and said all the things they wanted to hear. "I need this. I need you. You own me, please let me have my pleasure." My babbling was rewarded as Brock's finger brushed just the right spot. Another touch and I would be done for.
"Cum for us then," Cash ordered and my body spasmed at his command. After such long stimulation, my orgasm was sweet, and I mewled with satisfaction.
My little pants and cries must have gotten to Brock because with a roar and a movement that sent his chair crashing to the floor, he stood, undid his placket and sank into me. I convulsed around him a second time as he drove into me, thrusting so hard the table rocked.
"Here you are, wife," he growled. "A nice piece of meat for you. If you beg nicely, I'll also put it in your arse."
Pleasure shuddered through me at his dirty words; my body was cresting towards another orgasm. A stream of pleas left my lips. I must have begged sufficiently because he flipped me over and impaled me from behind. He paused a second as my ass stretched around his thick cock and his wiry hair scratched my punished flesh, adding erotic pain to the mix. I gasped and gripped the sides of the table. Gripping my hips firmly, Brock pistoned in and out of me. With every stroke my arousal grew, base and taboo, spiraling out of the ache from my paddling and the dark stimulation of Brock's manhood beating into my bum. I felt my orgasm curling deep inside me. I braced myself against the table, shaking my head a little. I shouldn't cum from just a cock in my ass. It was so wrong, but the knowledge of the taboo act only added to my pleasure.
"Pearl," someone called, and used my hair to tug my head to the side. There was a cock at my mouth; I opened and sucked it in. "Something to fill that naughty mouth," Orion grinned down at me, and surged deep between my lips. My tongue worked around his length, begging for his orgasm as I'd begged for mine.
Brock's hand gripped my bottom, hard, then smacked my flesh. A wave of arousal washed over me and I moaned around Orion's rod. The blond's hand tightened in my hair and his hips moved faster.
"Her arse is so tight it might snap off my dick," Brock snarled. His big hand slapped my rear again and I came, clenching around his dick, half choking on Orion's long rod. The men cursed as they came.
