by Lola Newmar
“Yeah, darlin’. We’re here,” Brody confirmed. The newlyweds had planned a month-long honeymoon in Tuscany. Taylor was thrilled at the thought of spending a month in a little Tuscan hut while she and her gorgeous grooms relaxed with all the fresh pasta and rare wine they could ever want.
“Can you see our hut from here?” Taylor asked as she made her way to the window where the men looked out.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” Brody replied with a smile.
The odd answer perked Taylor’s curiosity as she scanned the landscape for the small stone hut. The jet was fairly low, but the little boxes below still seemed to just run together. “There’s so many!” She turned to Brody and Jay. “Y’all said we could see it from here, but that’s impossible.” Both men only smiled in response.
She knew her men well enough by now to know when they were up to something. She cocked a brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Okay, boys, spit it out! And don’t tell me y’all made reservations at some chain resort. Y’all promised a real Tuscan experience for my wedding gift.”
The boys laughed at the disappointed look that she was sure she wore by now. Sure, Taylor, like most girls, loved to be wined and dined. But it was the deep history and classic architecture that had made her choose Tuscany. Taylor valued history and foreign travel, and she felt that to experience either was a mind-expanding exercise.
She was really looking forward to a simple, authentic experience of temporarily living in a modest hut on the Tuscan water. No butlers, no cooks, no maids. Just Taylor taking care of her men, and her men taking care of her. If she wanted a materialistic honeymoon, she would have agreed to Dubai instead.
“No, princess, we’re not going to a resort,” Jay assured her. “Come here, sit on my lap, and I want you to look where I am pointing.”
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look for the house with the red flag.”
“But the only red flag is on that…” Taylor cupped a hand over her gaping mouth before she could finish her sentence.
“Castle?” Brody finished for her.
“Clutch the pearls,” Taylor whispered as her hand lowered to her frantically beating heart.
“Pearls? You want pearls? There’s an antique shop in town. We can head straight over there right after we unpack,” Brody rambled, obviously jumping at any excuse to spoil her further.
Taylor attempted to shake a little of the shock from her head. “Um, no. No, honey, it was an expression. Aurora says it all the time…” Even as she spoke, she couldn’t snap herself out of the gravitating pull of the magnificent castle that waited for her. Her castle, a real castle!
As ecstatic as she was at the thought, she couldn’t fight the twinge of guilt in her gut. Taylor guessed the land had to range at least fifty acres, and the castle itself looked like it was built at least fifteen hundred years ago!
“Oh, Jay and Brody, I kind of feel guilty accepting—” Before she could blink, let alone finish her damn sentence, Taylor was sprawled out on Jay’s lap with her ass high in the air. Moving just as quickly, she felt Brody lift her sundress and effortlessly rip her thong from her body. Before she could protest, she felt six hard slaps coming down on her bare ass. She whimpered loudly as the pain warmed her pussy, leaving a damp spot on Jay’s knee. The enormous erection poking at her side did nothing to tame her dripping juices, either.
Jay bent his head down to whisper in her ear. “It pissed me off enough when you tried to stop me from spoiling you as your boyfriend, but now that I’m your husband, I’m completely offended.”
Taylor breath caught in the back of her throat as she wondered what punishments lay ahead. “I’m sorry, Jay. I’ll never question you again.”
Jay nuzzled her hair with his nose, and he gently rubbed her tender ass cheeks. “That’s my girl.”
“I dunno, Jay. I think we ought to punish her good. Even princesses need to know their place in the presence of their kings.”
Taylor looked over her shoulder to shoot Brody a glare. “You sure got a big mouth, Brody.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down at her, obviously enjoying the mischief he was creating.
“Hmm,” Jay thought for a moment while Taylor held her breath in anticipation, “I think you might be right about this one, Brody. Grab that paddle we bought at Stephanie’s before we left.”
“Paddle?” Taylor panicked. No one had ever even spanked her before she met Jay and Brody, much less used a paddle on her. “Why can’t you just use your hand?” Taylor loved the way Jay’s large, masculine hands felt as they smacked sharp desire against her ass and, if she was being a good girl, her pussy.
“You just might like it,” Brody said as Taylor looked up to see him pull a baby blue leather paddle with a solid gold handle out of a shopping bag. Taylor imagined the smooth texture of the leather slapping against her sensitive ass cheeks, and surprisingly, the thought made her wetter.
Brody turned back to Taylor. Looking down on her with a sly grin, he asked her in a low, seductive voice, “Are you ready for your something blue, Mrs. Stephens-Bartlett?”
Taylor stared back at the sparkle of devotion in Brody’s eyes, and although Jay was supposed to be punishing her, he was casually running his fingers through her hair in affection.
Maybe one day, her husbands’ gorgeous faces, sculpted bodies, impressive dicks, story-book romance gestures, extravagant gifts, and opulent lifestyle would grow old and boring. Naah, she thought with a smile as the cool, soft surface of the paddle came down on her impatient ass.
Epilogue
Mrs. Taylor Bartlett-Stephens: From the Lap of Luxury to the Arms of Luxury…
As you heard exclusively here on Allegedly last month, socialite and philanthropist Taylor Ewing married The Velvet Rope founder Brody Bartlett complete with a civil union with co-founder Jay Stephens. The nuptials took place on a private Brazilian island Bartlett and Stephens bought for Ewing as an engagement present.
After a four-week honeymoon in Tuscany (where the billionaire internet moguls bought their new bride a sixteen million dollar castle!), the newlyweds have since settled into a new mansion in Male Order, Texas, a small town right outside of Dallas.
Yesterday, Ewing announced on her Velvet Rope account that she is retiring from pageantry to devote more time to her foundation, Johnny Angel Foundation for Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Research, dedicated to her late father who passed away from the heart disease.
The same day the now ex-beauty queen posted the update, the trio was spotted with their adopted poodle, Cinderella. Ewing and the former sidekick and recovered victim of fallen pageant queen turned animal cruelty criminal Amber Fox were seen having lunch in Austin at the Saltlick where they dined on barbecue and pecan pie.
And looking at the paparazzo shots, either Taylor ate too much potato salad or someone is sporting a little baby bump! We later heard rumors of the trio shopping at a few baby boutiques on South Congress…Allegedly!
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lola grew up in small town Texas as the only girl in her family, thus harboring a healthy appetite for football and a great appreciation for the simple, rugged world of men. Her best friend describes her as “the guy’s girl in lace,” the one that can kick up her stilettos to enjoy a night of pigskin and Robert Rodriguez movies.
She is now a single mother working two jobs to support her childhood dream of being Meryl Streep in She-Devil.
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