by BJ Wane
“I’m sorry,” she choked, shifting her hips as he swatted her two more times before resting his hand on her warm butt. The thin panties offered little protection in hiding her quivering heat.
“That’s a start, but not good enough, baby.” With a quick shove, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, his mouth watering at the sight of her small, pink-tinged, round buttocks, his hand itching to feel her bare flesh heating up even more. “You lied, and then set out to deliberately go against our wishes after we were nice enough to give in to your insistence to come out with us tonight.” Lifting his arm he delivered a volley of bare-assed spanks, each one a little harder. After five, he paused and caressed her burning backside, the sheen coating her pussy slit drawing his eyes and his frustration. Fuck, how could he continue to resist her if she was going to get aroused from the hot pain he was heaping upon her?
And then she whipped her tear-streaked, red face around and gazed at him with remorse shining in her damp eyes. “I… I never thought about that.” She hiccupped and his hardened resolve to remain aloof crumbled a little more. “You’re right.” With a nod, she turned her head back down and lifted her hips. “You shouldn’t stop yet, Sir. Please.”
Well, son-of-a-bitch. Now what?
Kelsey’s backside throbbed and ached, the discomfort contrasting with the damp heat building deep inside her pussy or adding to it. She wasn’t sure which. The urge to cringe and shift away in mortification battled with the need to arch for more. She found Master Devin’s powerful hold on her wrists and legs a comforting embrace against the storm of sensations flooding her system. A sob burst from her throat as he struck in the center of both burning cheeks, and yet she never thought to call a stop to the blistering torment by saying red. His litany of berating words brought tears to her eyes and she knew she deserved the stinging pain. What she couldn’t wrap her mind around was the slow build-up of arousal spreading inside her swelling core. That was just wrong on so many levels she couldn’t count. Wasn’t it?
“When I think about the trouble you could have caused, the precarious position you could have put both yourself and a Dom in with your hedging lies, I want to shake you.” She caught her breath as he raised the leg under her hips, tilting her forward, and landed several swats on the sensitive areas below her buttocks. “Safewords are just that, words to ensure your safety, and not meant to be taken lightly, or,” he smacked her thigh, “lied about knowing.”
Okay, I get it, I screwed up. Kelsey didn’t mind admitting when she was wrong, but that one word kept repeating itself over and over in head, stopping her from showing too much remorse. More, more, more. Considering how much she hurt, she wondered if she’d lost her sanity as well as all control over her body.
“I said I was sorry,” Kelsey reminded him as he tempered the last few slaps. She shuddered on a low groan when he switched to light, titillating caresses over her pulsating flesh, the soothing strokes helping her to relax as she absorbed the myriad of sensations encompassing her entire lower body.
Master Devin squeezed one throbbing cheek, his thumb sneaking between her buttocks to coast back and forth over her anus. She stiffened, the surprising pleasurable tingles of that taboo touch catching her off guard. “It was your bad luck I’m the one who came downstairs first and discovered what you were up to. Master Greg probably would have gone easier on you.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Kelsey jerked at hearing Greg’s disgruntled voice behind her. Picturing his view of her exposed, red butt and the placement of his friend’s thumb brought on a wave of excitement that left her shaken in a whole new way as she thrilled to being the object of both men’s attention. Granted, it was angry notice they were giving her, but she would take what she could get if these rioting sensations were her reward.
Devin released her and helped her sit up on his lap. Her blouse gaped open and both men’s eyes moved to her bare, hard-tipped breasts. Kelsey relished their heated gazes so much she made no move to cover herself but couldn’t help wincing as she adjusted her position and her tender skin scraped over rough denim.
“How long have you been standing there?” Devin’s thighs tightened under Kelsey and Greg’s jaw went taut, reminding her to tack on, “Sir.”
“Long enough.” Greg’s green gaze slid to Devin. “What did she do?”
Devin grunted. “What didn’t she do? I told you this was a mistake.”
Why was it these two could stir up her horny juices with just a look and then irritate the hell out of her with a few words? Whatever the reason they both pulled such strong yet opposite reactions from her, she’d had enough of this talking over her head. Squirming off Devin’s lap, she pulled up her panties and worked on buttoning her blouse as she snapped, “I’m right here, in case you failed to notice.”
“Oh, I noticed, little bit,” Greg drawled with a return of warmth to his eyes. “Now, go find a seat and wait for me. Without arguing.” He jerked his head, indicating the main room outside the secluded nook.
“Fine.” She huffed in exasperation. “But if you keep insisting on stifling me with your friggin’ rules, I’m going home, regardless of what Jordan and Theresa want.” With a glare toward them both, she stomped out as best she could in bare feet and with her body trembling on the brink of a much-needed orgasm. She could feel their eyes following her as she found an empty table and sat down, the return of pressure on her sore butt doing nothing to cool her overheated senses.
After a few minutes of twiddling her thumbs, Kelsey stood and padded over to the bar, noticing there was another man tending it, one who looked as dark and forbidding as Devin. Sliding onto a stool next to a brunette wearing large, black-framed glasses and a silky sheath, she noted the possessive gleam in the gray/green eyes beneath the new bartender’s Stetson. One thing positive she had to say about the men in this state, they were all drool-worthy.
Nudging his hat back with a thumb, he talked around the toothpick in his mouth. “You must be Kelsey, Devin and Greg’s guest. I’m Master Grayson and this is my wife, Avery. Do you have your drink card?”
“Yes, right here. I’d like a rum and coke, please.” She fished it out of her skirt pocket and handed it over, turning a smile on Avery as she took her hand.
“Hi, Kelsey. Are you having a good time?”
Her grin turned rueful. “Honestly? I’m not sure.” Shifting on the seat reignited the soreness covering both cheeks and the tingles around her rear orifice, sending a shiver down her back. “I’m reserving judgment since it’s all so new.”
Avery’s face showed empathy as she leaned closer and asked, “Did you get in trouble already?”
Already? I’ve been in trouble since I met those two. Kelsey didn’t want to admit that but figured the other trouble she had landed herself into tonight, as well as the consequences wouldn’t surprise Avery, or anyone else here. “Yes, much to my discomfort.” Not to mention the arousal still humming through her veins. “It seems I didn’t take a few rules serious enough.”
Grayson set her drink in front of her with an inquisitive look. “I thought Greg and Devin said you attended a club before.”
“She wasn’t truthful about that important tidbit,” Greg stated from behind her as he dropped a hard hand on her shoulder and kept her in place with his grip.
Master Grayson’s face darkened and Avery winced, flicking her another look of pity. “Uh, that probably wasn’t a good idea.”
“Yeah, I found that out.” Kelsey twisted, craning her head up to give Greg a cheeky grin. “I’m still debating whether it was worth it or not.”
Greg couldn’t stop his lips from twitching but managed to remain stern as he replied, “For God’s sake, don’t let Master Devin hear you say that. I’m still trying to smooth his ruffled feathers.” And keep him from saying I told you so. He didn’t need his partner telling him that agreeing to Jordan’s request had been a mistake. He was having enough trouble keeping his hands off Kelsey after seeing her heart shaped ass cherr
“When I leave he’ll be back to his happy self,” she said, reminding him of her earlier threat.
Grayson gazed at Greg over Kelsey’s bright blonde head, one black brow lifted as he waited for his answer to that remark. With his engorged cock pressing against his zipper, his reaction upon hearing her first threaten to return home had been relief followed by an alarming sense of panic. Now, his only response was determination not to end up responsible for another attack on her, or worse. Regardless of her irritation with him and Devin, and of his escalating lust, he refused to let her go until the McAllisters gave them the all clear.
“We will discuss all this tomorrow, but you know as well as I, you won’t go against your foster parents’ wishes when they’re only thinking of your safety.”
“Anything I need to know about?” Grayson asked sharply. As the county sheriff, their ranch fell under his jurisdiction.
“No, but I’ll be sure to let you know if that changes. Master Grayson is the sheriff, Kelsey.”
Avery laughed at Kelsey’s piqued expression. “Give it up, Kelsey. In case you haven’t figured it out yet in your time at the ranch, when these guys get into protective mode, there’s no talking them out of it.”
“I think I just found that out. You call it protective, but I call it over-bearing.” She turned toward him and asked, “Is there anything I can do tonight?”
“We’ll see.” Greg caught the hopeful expression on Kelsey’s face and the remainder of his anger with her slipped away. It was obvious she wouldn’t be opposed to exploring some of what she was feeling with him, and it was much harder to turn her down now that he’d seen her indisputable streak of submissiveness. Before he crossed the line he and Devin had agreed upon, he needed to speak with his partner. The two of them didn’t always share a sub when playing, but he respected Devin’s opinion and sensibilities on the subject of getting involved with a woman under their protection. Even though Devin had left anything to do with agreeing to the McAllisters’ request to shelter Kelsey for a few weeks up to him, Greg saw the look in his eyes as he’d held her shuddering, aroused body on his lap. He wanted to help her explore her new desires as much as Greg did, he just didn’t want to admit it.
Kelsey’s eyes widened and her face flushed as she looked over Greg’s shoulder. Turning to see what snagged her attention, he grinned as Dan joined them, Nan’s hand clutched in his, the tips of her full breasts now pierced with attached chains clipped to the D ring in the center of her collar. “Aren’t you a pretty sight, Nan?”
“I think so.” Dan reached up and flicked one nipple.
“Thank you, Sirs.” Her golden eyes swiveled toward Kelsey. “You must be Master Greg’s guest. I’m Nan.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Greg spotted Devin heading their way and lifted Kelsey off the stool, liking the way she leaned into him. Glancing from Grayson to Dan, he said, “With your permission, I think Kelsey might benefit from some girl talk in the hot tub.”
“I’ll be here for another forty minutes, so go ahead Avery,” Grayson replied with a nod.
“Your girl does look as if she has questions.” Dan winked at Kelsey then took Nan’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss before releasing her with a nudge toward the other two. “Have fun.”
“I’ll come out and get you shortly,” Greg told Kelsey. “Don’t go wandering off.”
“Of course not.”
She turned to follow Avery and Nan but not before he caught the roll of her eyes, a gesture prompting him to address with a quick, physical reprimand. The swat he delivered on her sore ass drew a sharp inhale and forced her hand behind her to cover the offended area. “Careful,” he warned when she turned and glared at him.
Grayson grinned, watching the three girls walk out back. “She’s not shy, is she?”
“If you’re talking about Kelsey, the answer’s no,” Devin remarked as he slid onto the stool next to the one Greg took a seat on.
Dan sent him a quizzical glance. “You don’t sound happy about having her around.”
“I’m not.” His gaze slid toward the back glass slider and he narrowed his eyes.
Greg looked out and saw Kelsey’s bare breasts jiggle as she shimmied out of her skirt. Taking a half step around, she bent slowly and picked up her top and skirt and laid them on a deck chair.
Devin turned his dark look on Greg. “She did that on purpose.”
Amused by both Kelsey and his friend, he drawled, “So don’t watch,” his remark drawing a chuckle from Grayson and Dan.
“I always enjoy a teasing striptease, especially one that gives me a lovely look at a new sub.” Dan smirked as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.
“I do believe that’s the first complaint over a sub revealing herself I’ve heard from you, Fisher.” Grayson handed him a brew. “Here. Chill.”
For the first time since he’d picked up Kelsey over a week ago, Greg saw Devin’s tense shoulders relax and a rueful grin pull at the corners of his mouth.
Kelsey shuddered, the hot, bubbling water doing little to prevent the chill hearing about Nan’s horrendous ordeal caused. “And Greg and Devin didn’t know about what happened during those three days that asshole kept you locked down there?” She couldn’t help but admire the strength it took for Nan to return home and work to get her life back after being kidnapped by a sadist and left locked in a dark cellar room after he’d taken a whip to her.
Nan sank lower on the seat until the water rose to her nipples, sighing in enviable pleasure. “No, that was another mistake I made, thinking I could just jump back into a scene after everything he put me through. They were as ticked off at me as Master Dan when I freaked out.”
“But look on the bright side,” Avery said, slowly kicking her legs back and forth under the water. “You and Master Dan realized how deep your feelings ran and now you’re living together and getting married.”
“Congratulations,” Kelsey returned, wondering if she would ever be so lucky. “Please tell me that jerk paid for what he did to you.”
“He’s sitting in prison right now, thank God,” Nan answered. “That’s something Avery and I have in common. We both got to put away some really bad people.”
Kelsey resisted taking another peek toward the glass doors to see what Greg and Devin might be doing, giving her full attention to Avery. “You too? Tell me, please.”
Nan smirked, turning her head to the side to look at Avery. “She’s just using us to distract her from Masters Devin and Greg. I can tell you now, Kelsey, it won’t work,” she warned, shifting her gaze across the tub toward her.
“Hey, I am interested in hearing about your ordeals, and how they landed you here, but maybe you could enlighten me on why I can’t think about anything except getting one of them to relieve this ache that started with a really painful spanking.” She shifted on the seat, and yeah, the slutty bitch still spasmed in response to the lingering soreness.
Avery giggled. “I was as confused and aroused as you when I got my first spanking. But, wow, the orgasms an intense punishment can lead to will have you begging for another one.”
Kelsey sighed in relief. “So this feeling is normal. That helps to know.”
“The key to learning what works for you, to discovering whether you prefer a Master’s dominance for a fun bout of kinky sex or because his control settles something deeper inside you is exploring with the right person.” Nan looked through the glass doors at Greg and Devin, who still sat at the bar. “Or with two right men.”
Listening to Nan confirmed one suspicion hovering in Kelsey’s mind tonight – her temporary hosts were into ménage. Imagining herself with both men ignited a heated rush though her veins that matched the hot temperature of the swirling water. Too bad Devin didn’t even like her, let alone want her staying in their home for a few more weeks. His attitude toward her before tonight, and when he’d flipped her over his lap, didn’t jive with the tender, comforting way he’d held her after blistering her butt for her transgressions. Through the roaring in her head and the fast, escalating gush of arousal his painful punishment ignited, she managed to hear the concern in his voice as he had berated her and explained why her disobedience could have landed her and Master Kurt in an untenable situation.
Hearing Greg’s voice, realizing he was looking at her bare, chastised butt and likely noticing her seeping juices, and then seeing anger toward her reflected in those green eyes for the first time left her as shaken as Devin’s hard hand. She tightened her legs, wishing it could be that easy to still the need still quaking deep inside her pussy since she doubted she could entice either man into educating her further during the next few weeks, or talk one into allowing her to return to The Barn after her behavior.
“What’s wrong?” Without her glasses, it was easy to see the compassion reflected in Avery’s eyes.
“I doubt I’ll get the chance to do any more exploring after tonight, at least not here, and not with either Master Greg or Master Devin.” Damn it, it shouldn’t be that easy to say their titles, not after they’d made it clear how unhappy they were with her.
Nan scowled and shook her head. “If they won’t invite you back, call one of us. If need be, I’ll drive out to the ranch and pick you up and then you can stay the night with us, at Dan’s place.”
Her offer pleased Kelsey, warming her where the guy’s displeasure left her cold, as did Avery’s adamant head nod in agreement. Sadly, her body didn’t appear to want anyone right now except one, or heck, maybe both of her hosts. Add that irritating admittance to the fact Greg, for sure, wouldn’t go back on his promise to watch over her until the McAllisters gave the all clear made for a bleak picture for the rest of her stay in Montana.
-->
