by Redrae Gunn
Tony grunted he was already there. Jace told Jenna that she could come and then he followed her over the edge. The room was filled with Jenna’s high shriek and then satisfied moan as she rode the wave as far as she could. Jace came with a roar and then he was telling Jenna how beautiful she was. Tony was talking dirty about being sunk in her tight ass. None of it would’ve made any sense to someone listening outside.
Tony pulled out first and Jenna went to climb off Jace, but his big arms held her firmly in place. She sighed and laid her head against his chest. When Tony came back in the room he had a warm washcloth. He waited as Jace finally pulled Jenna off of him and then Tony instructed Jenna to lay on her back as he cleaned her off.
“I know that this is the most embarrassing part,” Tony said softly once Jace had left the room.
“I feel like a piece of meat,” Jenna replied.
Tony laughed. “But I need to check and make sure there was nothing damaged. You don’t exactly have the best view from where you’re at. In time I will probably know your pussy so well that I won’t have to be this thorough.”
Jenna winced as Tony pushed on an exquisitely tender spot between her ass and pussy.
“I’m sure you’ll still be this thorough,” Jenna said to him with a hiss and Tony laughed.
“You are learning me quickly,” Tony said. He sat Jenna on the edge of the bed and Jace returned with Jenna’s pajamas. Tony helped her into the soft lace and kissed her deeply on the lips. He bit the bottom one when he released her. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Jenna said.
Tony moved out of the way.
Jace grabbed Jenna’s face with both of his hands. He kissed her softly, demanding that she open her mouth and accept his tongue. His tongue played with hers for a second and then he ended with a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you, sweet Jenna.”
“Thank you,” Jenna said. Her eyes were going to fill with tears if they stood there looking at her like she was the center of their universe any longer. “Do you want some mixed berry pie?”
Jace and Tony started laughing.
“Though it’s probably not my favorite flavor.” Tony smirked. “I’ll take a walk on your side.”
Jenna dished up the pie and vanilla ice cream for both Tony and Jace. Cooking for these two was fun because they ate heartily and complimented everything. Even Jace would say that something might not be what he preferred but he still thanked her for the time that she had spent on the meal.
That night the three of them slept in Tony’s bed. Jenna made a mental note to wash his sheets in the morning as none of them had showered like they had planned.
* * * *
Jenna had fed the chickens while the men were trimming the horse’s hooves. Jenna was watching them closely. She had been on the farm for a month now and new things always intrigued her.
“Jenna? Are you still riding every day?” Tony asked as he watched Jace rub Dolly’s belly behind her front legs.
“Yes,” Jenna said.
“With a saddle?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” Jenna said and gulped. Jace was checking Dolly for signs that she had recently had a girth strap on and there was none. Jenna knew that there wouldn’t be one either.
“What horse are you using?” Tony asked. He was a little confused by Jenna’s expressions. She felt guilty of something but she wasn’t lying.
“Strydor,” Jenna said.
“Spider?” Jace asked.
“No,” Jenna replied a little bit miffed. “That name sucked. I renamed him Strydor because he’s not short and bouncy like Dolly. He’s smooth and graceful. So I named him Strydor.”
“What made you decide to ride him?” Jace asked. Neither him nor Tony had been able to get close to the hot-headed black gelding in almost a year.
“Well the first day I did ride Dolly and he followed us around the corral,” Jenna said. “The second day I went to ride Dolly he wouldn’t let me out of the tack shed with the saddle. He just stood there. So I went back and grabbed his saddle and blanket. He let me put it on him. I used his hackamore and I’ve been riding him since then.”
“He isn’t up here now,” Jace said.
“He’s hiding behind the tack shed,” Jenna said and smiled. “Watching you two ogres.”
Jace crossed his hands across his chest and rested his weight on one leg. He looked much like one of the horses when they stood on three legs and rested the other one.
“He probably needs his hooves trimmed, too,” Jace said. “Do you think you can get him up here with us in here?”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Strydor!” she yelled and the gelding came trotting from behind the tack shed. “I’ll grab his lead rope and if I’m holding him I’m sure he’ll let you guys trim his hooves, too. If not, I’ll do my best under your instruction.”
Jenna walked over to the tack shed and Strydor followed her, keeping one ear turned back to where Jace and Tony were standing.
“I don’t think I have words,” Tony said as he watched Jenna come out of the shed with the lead rope.
“It’s the damned twilight zone,” Jace admitted when Jenna led the horse up to Tony and Jace.
“Strydor, meet Tony,” Jenna said and patted his front left leg. The horse put out his leg and bowed his head. Jenna giggled and rubbed his neck. “Strydor, meet Jace.” Jenna repeated the action and so did the horse. “You guys should bow.” Jenna looked at Tony and Jace.
Tony and Jace both bowed slightly.
Strydor nickered and Jenna rubbed his neck again. “So why don’t you look at how Dolly gets her pedicure,” Jenna said in a purr to the horse. “Then you can get your feet done, too.”
Jace and Tony went to Dolly and started to do her hooves. Every time they did something, Jenna was explaining to Strydor what they were doing. By the time they were finished Tony was able to approach Strydor without a problem. He checked his hooves as the horse was completely content with Jenna at his head stroking between his eyes.
“All four,” Tony said to Jace as Jace approached Strydor. “Good luck.”
Strydor didn’t move. Jace didn’t get kicked. The damn horse didn’t even flinch at the sounds. Jace was having a hard time wrapping his head around why the cocky horse would go for Jenna and not want to be handled by someone who knew what they were doing.
“I’m not demanding him to do things for me,” Jenna said softly. “I’m asking. Politely. He’s helping me learn, not the other way around.”
“Sorry, didn’t know I was thinking out loud,” Jace replied, feeling like Jenna had just reprimanded him for saying that she didn’t know what she was doing.
“How does he ride?” Tony asked, coming to Jace’s rescue.
“He’s so graceful,” Jenna said as she rubbed her cheek against Strydor’s cheek. The horse nickered at her again.
“Well saddle him up and show us,” Tony said. “I have got to see this. You’ve been riding him for a month?”
Jenna nodded her head. “Okay, but you guys just have to watch. We are working on opening the gate and then we go for the barrel. We both are finding the gate to be frustrating and we work it off on the barrel.”
Jace shook his head. He had no clue what Jenna was talking about. But he nodded with appreciation at the speed and ease with which Jenna had Strydor fully tacked and ready to go. She swung up easily onto the horse that was a little bigger than Dale. Jace also noticed that Strydor had bent his front leg forward so Jenna could get on him.
Jenna maneuvered Strydor up to the gate. She leaned forward and he moved to get her close. She opened the gate outward and Strydor went out the gate and then she leaned to grab the gate again and he let her grab it, but then they were stuck.
“Try approaching the gate from his other side,” Jace suggested. “Then he’ll know that the one side of him opens the gate and the other side closes it.”
Jenna did as suggested and it took them a couple of practice runs, but soon they were opening and shutting the g
ate with ease. Jenna squealed and threw her hands in the air. Strydor nickered at her.
“Bleeding hell,” Tony said to Jace. “That horse should’ve thrown her with those types of screams and movements.”
“Do you get the distinct impression that he is gloating at us?” Jace asked.
“What?” Tony asked.
“She’s riding him and not us,” Jace said. “I think he’s gloating.”
“Probably,” Tony admitted as the horse held his head high and pranced as he passed by them.
Jenna pushed the horse to an easy lope as she circled the corral twice and then it was a full-bore gallop to a barrel at the end of the corral. The horse and rider maneuvered it with ease and then raced back to the other end of the corral. Jenna repeated it three more times so that she approached the barrel from each side twice.
When they trotted back up to the tack area the horse wasn’t even breathing hard and Jenna was telling him how wonderful he was. She pulled the saddle and harness. Strydor waited outside of the tack shed. Jenna came out and brushed him down just like Tony and Jace had instructed her to do.
Jenna finished by pulling an apple from the inside pocket of her little jacket. Then she gave Strydor a big hug around his neck and he pranced away like he was the king of the world.
“He’d cut cattle faster than both Dale and Princess,” Tony said to Jace. “Do you think Jenna would help? I mean she has no clue, but together those two would make life a whole lot easier.”
“Cutting cattle and running around a barrel are two different things,” Jace said. “They do work well together and they would learn together. Or if he knows already, he would teach her.”
“Strydor, huh?” Tony smiled at Jenna when she walked up to them. Her chest was puffed out with pride.
“Strydor,” Jenna said and nodded her head.
“Two more smacks for not telling us that you were riding that horse,” Jace said.
“Who is really keeping track anymore?” Jenna said. She hadn’t had a punishment yet from the two of them.
“Ten,” Tony said as a dark smile spread across his face. “I’m thinking about collecting soon.”
* * * *
Jenna stood in the kitchen. She watched as Jace grabbed his regular coffee. No sugar, no milk, no cream, just plain, like always. He walked out to the porch just off of his and Tony’s shared bedroom. She grinned as the cup stopped suddenly on the way to his lips. He crossed his free hand over his chest and rested all of his weight on one leg. His other foot tapped on the porch. Jenna retreated down the three stairs from the kitchen and poked her head around the door of the bathroom to get a better, safer view.
Tony looked down at Jenna as she poked her head out of the bathroom. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“Pretending that I don’t exist,” Jenna whispered, and she smiled nervously at Tony. “You won’t let him kill me, will you?”
“If this is anything like the flower pots outside of the garage he will probably ask me to kill you,” Tony replied as he looked at Jace standing in the middle of porch, completely focused on something.
“I did those bare pots justice,” Jenna huffed.
“I thought so,” Tony said and he smiled at the way that Jenna looked around him making sure that Jace was still on the porch.
Tony grabbed his coffee and headed to the porch. He looked at where Jace had focused all of his attention. A large, rusty wheelbarrow had become an ornate flower pot just off of the deck. Tony could smell the fragrant white and red petunias. Tiny blue flowers were the boarder for the petunias planted in the center of the wheelbarrow.
“It matches the house with red, white, and blue,” Tony said as he looked at Jace.
“The farm will look like a damned English cottage if she keeps up at this rate,” Jace said.
“In her defense,” Tony started. “It smells nice. The flowers give the place a lived-in look and she certainly has a green thumb. Did you know she already has baby tomatoes on those plants she insisted on putting in containers? The tomatoes we planted in the garden are barely growing.”
“Maybe we should turn the garden over to her then,” Jace said. “Then she’ll stop planting flowers everywhere.”
“Listen,” Tony said and lowered his voice as a completely sadistic thought popped into his head. “I have an idea.”
* * * *
Jenna saw Jace walk out the porch door into the yard and then he disappeared from view. Tony came back inside and Jenna came into the kitchen, monitoring the front door. Sure enough, Jace stepped through the front door. They were trying to trap her. She ran to her bedroom, slammed the bedroom door, and in three seconds she had the screen open and she jumped to freedom, landing right in Jace’s waiting arms.
“We had wanted to keep the punishment inside.” Jace grunted. “But you decided to go outdoors so I will comply with the lady’s request.”
Jenna groaned as Jace secured her in some wrestling move that left her arms useless and her head pointed down at the ground. He marched her over to the picnic table where Tony was waiting with a grin on his face.
“You are getting your pussy spanked whether you want to or not,” Tony said. “So if I were you I would just accept the punishment and move on with the day.” Tony watched as Jenna’s face went from horrified to aroused and nervous. This probably wasn’t a good idea for a punishment because she was definitely going to enjoy it. But he would enjoy it, too, and so would Jace, so he really didn’t care.
Jace kept Jenna in the half-nelson move. She was feisty but their weight-class difference made the move easy to maintain. “Two hundred and twenty pound state wrestling champion. All four years of high school,” Jace whispered in Jenna’s ear. He grinned as Tony started removing Jenna’s shorts and panties.
Tony let Jenna’s clothing fall to her ankles. He didn’t want to get kicked and she was still struggling. He patted the top of the table and Jace set Jenna, bare-assed on the cold wooden surface. The squeak she gave as the cold table hit her was music to his ears. Jenna’s struggle faded when Tony pulled off his belt and secured the middle of the shorts to the underside of the picnic table, effectively making her clothing a perfect restraint for kicking feet.
Jace pulled Jenna’s feet so they were resting on the table and she looked like she was ready for her gynecologist appointment. Jenna tried to scoot away from him so he slid her back down until her ass touched her feet at the end of the table. He laced his belt through the boards of the table and secured it around her waist. She wouldn’t be sliding anywhere now.
Jenna saw Jace unclip a horse’s lead rope from his belt loop. He expertly secured her hands in a figure eight and clipped the end of the rope under the table. She couldn’t move. She could arch her back but that was about it.
Tony pulled off his shirt and so did Jace. Tony coiled them together and wrapped them behind Jenna’s neck, forcing her to look at her displayed pussy. Her breathing picked up nicely and Jace nodded to him from between Jenna’s legs, signaling that she was wet and ready. Tony sighed as he unbuttoned Jenna’s shirt and unclipped the pretty silver bra she was wearing. He had noticed that Jenna only wore bras that clipped in the front and he like it just for this reason.
“Now for our punishment-giving gear,” Tony said as he let Jenna look at the condom. He handed it to Jace and then he held up the little horse whip. He had never used it on a horse before. He’d actually bought it on their first trip into town with every intention of using it on her at a moment like this. The straps and handle were the same dark brown as her hair and the shaft of the whip was the same golden brown of her eyes.
“I believe that Tony gets three smacks for the wheelbarrow potter,” Jace said. “And one for each of the planters outside of the garage.”
“That’s fifteen, Jenna,” Tony warned. “I would like you to count them out for me and thank me for each one.”
Jenna closed her eyes as the whip sailed through the air.
Chapter 6
T
he sting from the sharp smack was followed by a cool breeze and then moist heat. Jenna opened her eyes and saw Jace tonguing the spot that Tony had just hit. It felt nice. She looked at Tony.
“One, thank you,” Jenna said.
“I should’ve warned you about how much Jace likes to eat pretty pink pussy,” Tony said, smiling when Jenna pulled in a deep breath. “Especially pussy as sweet and tight as yours.”
Jace pulled up from licking Jenna. The scent and taste of her was something that he wanted wrapped around his face all the time. But this was a time for punishment and he pressed his cock against her slick entrance and waited for her to give in just a little. Then he thrust into her once and slid back so slowly that she actually whined.
Another smack from Tony’s whip. Another soft, demanding lick from Jace. Then his cock sliding in so quickly and pulling out so slowly. The torture continued and Jenna lost track of the count.
“How many?” Tony asked.
“Five, maybe six,” Jenna moaned. “Tony, I don’t know.”
“Three together for losing track,” Jace said. “And these don’t count to the total.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. Jenna was trying to catch her breath. Her eyes no longer closed and she had watched as every soft slap of the crop landed on her exposed clit. She tried to remember the count but Jace was already sucking, kissing, and licking her.
“Six, thank you,” Jenna managed to say and Jace had grunted. Obviously she had gotten the count right. She was glad that she hadn’t gone with the count of five. She wasn’t sure that she would make it through the next swat at this rate. Jace pushed in again hard and pulled out slowly. The feeling was starting to be overwhelming.
Another hit. Another lick. Another sensation of being too full.
“Two,” Jace said to Tony. Jenna was right on the edge and he wanted to taste when she came all over his tongue. He wanted to bury his tongue so far inside her and feel her pussy clench around it while his nose was buried in her pulsing clit. Jace pushed Jenna’s knees back so her feet came off the table. He wanted her to watch. He wanted her to see what he could do to her. He wanted her to know how good he and Tony could make it feel for her.
