“You were just being sassy and back talking. Thankfully, I brought the klädnypa with me, just for this reason.”
“Oh, Master, I hate that clothespin!” She couldn’t stop the whine in her voice. The klädnypa hurt, and she swore it had left a bruise on her tongue the last time he’d used it on her.
“If you’d restrain your mouth, it wouldn’t be an issue, would it?” He reached into his pocket, fiddling with the remote. “Here, let’s raise the bar a little. Seems that the naughty nanny needs some incentive to behave — even on a plane.”
He’d put vibrating anal beads in her that morning, warning her that he’d be playing and having fun with her during the flight. He’d also cautioned that if she misbehaved he’d increase the vibration as punishment. She knew the consequences, and yet, here she was unable to keep her mouth shut.
Her eyes widened, and she squeezed her thighs shut, hoping it would help decrease the vibrations. Sitting like that the sensation pulsated through her labia up to her clit. Closing her thighs tightly increased the vibrations and she decided that opening them wide would give her some relief. Instead, it opened the crevice enough that the throbbing pulse — unimpeded by her puffy lips — made direct contact with the hard little knot of nerves.
She stared at Garrett, hoping he’d see her expression as a silent plea for mercy. Instead, she had no doubt that she appeared as a woman in need and want, seeking permission for an orgasm.
He shook his head slightly, his low rumbling voice warning, “Don’t even think about having an orgasm on this airplane. You better fight this off, girl.”
She grabbed his muscled thigh, digging her nails into the bunched muscles above his knee, her eyes rolling. She breathed through her nose, unsure she’d be able to stave off an earth-shattering climax.
“Ma’am, do you need a drink or some Tylenol?”
Stewardess.
“N-no... I mean, y-yes! Please. Yes, both.” She fluttered open her eyes briefly, taking in the woman standing with a confused look on her face, eyebrows furrowed.
“What she means, is she’d like a nice water and Tylenol. Thank you for noticing her discomfort.” Garrett, polite as ever — and quick on his feet — smoothed the situation over, and blessedly turned down the vibrations so she could breathe again. The need to orgasm was still overwhelming, but without the pulsating tremors, she could just manage to fight it. Her pussy clenched at that moment on need and air, causing her to lurch in her seat.
“Well, I’ll be goddammed! You have her plugged with a vibrating toy and a remote don’t you? You cruel son-of-a-bitch!” Avery leaned across the aisle, glaring at Garrett then grabbing Inga’s hand. “Sweetie, are you gonna be okay?”
Preston grabbed Avery’s chin, growling, “Just who in the name of hell are you calling a son-of-a-bitch? You apparently have forgotten your place, but I think I know how to remedy that situation. Apologize to my brother. Now.” He pointed toward Inga and Garrett.
Garrett sat there with an evil grin, waiting. He loved watching Avery get riled up. It wasn’t difficult to raise her ire, but the fireworks were impressive nonetheless. Avery never disappointed. Inga knew that Garrett’s intent hadn’t been to upset Avery, but she had no doubt the resulting outburst definitely would be corrected by Preston. And if Preston hadn’t been around, Garrett wouldn’t have hesitated to take over for him. These brothers had each other’s backs, loving their wives fiercely — but each was just as protective of their sisters-in-law.
Avery paled, apologizing. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s none of my business how you treat your poor wife, and I apologize that my name calling has upset my husband.”
Garrett threw his head back, laughing. “You call that an apology, little girl?” He leaned forward, taking in Preston’s angry countenance. “I think you have some work to do in that regard, little brother.”
The angry tic in Preston’s jaw surfaced. “I’ll rectify the situation, trust me — and you’ll be given a proper apology this evening at dinner. I promise you.” He squeezed Avery’s knee hard enough that she jerked in her seat. She whispered an apology to Preston — a little too late.
“I look forward to it. And I have no doubt that the lesson will be learned.” Then Garrett addressed Avery. “And your little friend, Inga, over here is just fine. We were playing when her mouth got her into a bit of trouble also — not as bad as yours, obviously — but I had increased the discomfort of her toy.”
Preston leaned forward addressing Garrett. “You do not answer to her. It’s none of her business what you do with your wife. She’ll have that figured out by the end of the day too.” Preston then directed his attention to Avery again. “Keep your eyes closed, mouth shut, and listen to your music.” He shoved her phone and ear buds into her hand.
Inga felt bad for her. Poor Avery seemed to always be in trouble. Preston adored his “kitten,” but it seemed his wife never could stay out of trouble for long. Inga and Avery become great friends since they met, and on more than one occasion had commiserated about living with these stern, demanding — and very loving — brothers.
“Poor Avery.” Inga glared at Garrett. “See what you and your playing has done?”
He twisted in his seat to fully face her. “My playing? This has become my fault now?”
“Well, yes. You upset me and she doesn’t like to see me upset. She’s a good friend, no? And now that brother of yours will probably spank her or give her a tail to wear.” Inga angrily crossed her arms over her chest, turning away from him.
“That brother as you just called him, has every right to do that. And she deserves it. I’d never allow you to speak to him that way either, just for the record. And what I do with you is none of her business. And even if she thought it was, she spoke to me disrespectfully. Do we need to have a discussion too? Because it seems that I may need to set your attitude right before this vacation starts.
“No, Sir. I just—”
“Master.”
“No, Master. I just feel sorry for her. No one wants to start their vacation this way, and somehow I feel like it’s our fault.” And right on cue, Garrett increased the intensity of the anal beads, and bumped it up to a very uncomfortable speed. She gasped, the sound of Preston’s chuckle across the aisle making her want to choke him for knowing what had just happened.
Garrett patted her left thigh. “Don’t grab the low fruit, Inga. He knows his laugh is bothering you. Leave it be or you’ll end up getting your bottom paddled tonight too — in a bad girl way. I’d planned a good girl spanking for you, but I’ll change my mind if your behavior warrants it. Close your eyes and just lean into the vibrations and enjoy it.”
Enjoy it?
How was she supposed to enjoy it when she wasn’t allowed to come?
She loved her husband... but sometimes he was evil.
Chapter 4
Everyone’s mouths dropped open as the four of them walked into the all wood chalet nestled at the base of the ski slope. The vaulted ceiling and open floor plan, accented with large, gleaming oak wood beams complete with ceiling fans, made it even more awe-inspiring. Avery had been concerned when she first booked it, hoping that it would look the same as the pictures on the internet, but this went above and beyond her expectations. The whole house smelled of pine and firewood. The wood in the lit fireplace popped at that moment and they all turned their attention to the floor to ceiling stone fireplace.
“Oh, Kitten, you outdid yourself. This is beautiful.” Preston walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“There’s a van that can bring us to the slopes whenever we want. There’s a sauna and jacuzzi too. And this is the best part.” She looked at Maxim. “I hope you think it’s a good idea. There’s a chef to cook us breakfast and dinner every day.”
Maxim’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, they better know how to cook or they go, yes?”
Avery swallowed, her heart beginning to gallop in her chest. “Yes, Sir.” That seemed to be the best response to
the mountain of a man standing in front of her.
He nodded, smiling. “Relax. Having to not cook will make this vacation for me. And unless you are bad girl, there is no need to be afraid, ask Caroleena.” He turned to look at his wife, quickly adding, “Well, maybe you can ask her tomorrow.”
Caroline rolled her eyes, jabbing him with her elbow. “He’s fine, Avery. He’s very easy going — he just looks mean. I think they train young Russian boys to perfect the stern, domineering look.”
“How did you know, girl?” Maxim laughed, slapping her rump as he walked to the fireplace, poking at the blazing fire with one of the gold-handled tools on the hearth.
Garrett, pulling Inga by the hand along with him to the picture window. “This view is amazing. This ought to be a perfect vacation. I can hardly imagine how relaxed we’ll be after two weeks. No kids, no work, no responsibilities — right down to not even worrying about dinner.
Everyone investigated all the bedrooms, deciding on which rooms belonged to which couple, scoping out the pool room, sauna room and jacuzzi. There was an outside dining area that was enclosed with a fireplace and a perfect view of the ski slopes.
As they were standing and admiring the view the chef came into the room. “I see you’ve made it to the chalet. How do you all like it? Are you pleased?”
Preston stepped forward, shaking his hand. “Pleased? How could we not be pleased? It’s amazing.”
“You’d be surprised. We get people who don’t like it. The name is Murray by the way.”
“Well, Murray, then they are ungrateful and unkind people,” Maxim said. “Pay them no mind. This is beyond expectations.” Maxim enveloped the chef’s slim hand in his large paw.
“If you’d like, we can make dinner out on this enclosed porch tonight? It’s beautiful at night with the lights from the chalets and ski slopes.” He waved his hand toward the buildings dotting the rugged hills in the distance. “And since it’s holiday time, there are twinkling Christmas lights on the slopes and chalets too. We’ll make sure the fire is stoked and will have blankets available to cover with if you need to, but typically it gets very cozy in here with the fire. It’s up to you, of course.”
“Oh, can we?” Inga’s eyes lit up, looking to Avery and Preston, then Garrett.
“I’m fine with it.” Garrett made eye contact with everyone. “How’s everyone feel?”
With the nodding of heads and murmurs of approval, Preston turned to Murray. “It seems that we’re all in agreement. Dinner on the porch sounds wonderful.”
Murray slapped his hands together. “Great. I’ll take care of it all. Dinner is at six o’clock.”
“And don’t get used to all of these women agreeing. That almost never happens. The only thing they usually do together is get in trouble. You’ve been warned, my friend.”
Avery and the women glared at Preston, while the men laughed. “That’s not true, Preston. We agree on a lot of things. You just don’t know what they are.” Avery laughed, tucking her backside in as she quickly moved closer to Caroline, avoiding a swat.
“Yeah, I get that. It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind — and often.” Murray laughed. “One more thing. Any allergies I need to know about?”
Once it’d been determined that there were no allergies and they had discussed food preferences, Murray left them, heading off to prepare dinner. He’d informed them that breakfast would be nine in the morning, unless they wanted it later or earlier. They were on their own for lunch, and dinner was at six in the evening. He let them know that he would leave after breakfast and return an hour or so before dinner, leaving them alone after dinner had finished and been cleaned up. He assured them that their privacy wouldn’t be compromised.
It was at that point that Preston whispered into her ear. “And you, Miss Avery, will be spanked after dinner for the inappropriate behavior on the plane. A good bare bottom, bedtime spanking sounds good to me.”
Her clit throbbed on cue, her buttocks clenching, wondering what implement he’d use out here — and if her friends would hear. “Yes, Sir.”
Garrett clasped Inga’s elbow in his hand. “We’re going to take care of some business and take a nap before dinner. We’ll see you all then.” He winked at them, bringing a blushing Inga along with him, as she smiled weakly over her shoulder at the others.
Chapter 5
“Avery, you did a great job with this house, girlie. I think everyone is pleased. And with the rooms being so far away from each other, it gives us the privacy we need to... handle things.” Standing behind her, Preston started to unbutton her jeans, pushing the heavy denim over the curve of her backside, bunching the fabric at her knees. He pulled her panties up to cover her bottom again.
“I thought... you said I wouldn’t be spanked until bedtime.” She tried to turn in his arms to look him in the face, not liking the vulnerability of her bottom facing him.
“Stay still.” Preston turned her forward again. “I’m not spanking you right now. You’ll get to worry about that for the rest of the night. I’m just going to give you a “minder” for the evening, and pinken your skin a bit.”
She moaned a long whine behind her lips. He then swatted her cheeks several times through her panties, making sure the spanks were hard enough that the burn in his hand hurt. Avery danced on her toes for a brief moment once he stopped.
“Let’s get these down.” He yanked her panties roughly down to meet the jeans. “Turn around and face me.”
Avery shuffled, hobbled by the pants, standing before him with her arms at her sides, obviously struggling with her need to cover her pussy. It always amazed Preston that a woman could be sexually intimate and have a man give her oral, with his face buried in her pussy, but when it came time for a spanking, standing in front of him naked and on display was more than she could handle.
“Hands on your head.” She shuttered her eyes, obediently moving her hands to clasp in her hair.
Preston stared at her body, and his cock jerked, hardening at the sight of her clean, soft lips, glistening with her arousal. She opened her eyes, shuffling, embarrassed that he was staring at her unabashed.
“Prest—”
He raised his hand to halt her. “No talking, I’m staring at the bad kitty before me and I’d like quiet please.” He crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance. “Strip. These clothes are a distraction.”
She slipped her pants and panties off which were bunched at her ankles, neatly folding them, putting them on the dresser. Grabbing the hem of her long sleeved shirt, she whisked it over her head leaving her standing in a peach-colored demi-bra with black lace trim.
“Pull one breast out, lick your finger and moisten the nipple.”
“Oh, Preston!” She whined like a small child, scrunching up her eyes as if it would make him go away.
“Avery.” He dragged out her name. “Do you want to make this worse? Is that what you’re wanting?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then do it. Now.” He spoke the words through clenched teeth. She’d come a long way since he first met her, but she still fought submission with every fiber of her being. Once she succumbed to it, it was a sight to behold, but getting her in the right frame of mind could be... work.
She pulled her left breast out, putting her forefinger into her mouth, wetting it, her left hand plumping the soft flesh. She swiped her finger around the hard nipple, the areola goose bumping at her touch.
“Stroke your nipple, but don’t come. I want to watch you arouse yourself.” Licking her finger again, she circled the nub, gliding over the stiff point, her hips thrusting. Avery closed her eyes, her head lolling back, her nostrils flaring, her chest rising with her quickened breath. He sauntered up to her, pressing his finger through her moist panties, inserting it between her puffy lips to bear down on her clit.
Her eyes sprang open, her pupils dilated.
“Continue,” he said, his voice raspy with his own desire. He swore his cock was try
ing to cut its way out of his jeans.
She licked her finger again, moistening the areola, and he lightly blew on the sensitive flesh watching it tighten under the attention. He leaned forward, drawing her into his mouth, sucking tightly on the breast, the hard, pebbled nipple pressing against the roof of his mouth. Her skin was sweet on his tongue.
He abruptly pulled away to sit on the bed. “Put your hands back on your head.”
Her hips jerked at his tone, the loss of attention no doubt leaving her sex in need. She growled in frustration, and he tried to hide the grin that arose at her annoyance.
“Tell me why I think you need a minder for the rest of the evening until your spanking.”
“Because you are always looking for ways to torture me, even when I’m right?” Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips forming into a pout.
He sighed loudly. “Maybe I should just spank you now.” He started to stand up.
“N-no! I’ll answer.”
“Without sarcasm? Can you do that, kitten?” He raised both eyebrows at her. He wondered if she’d back down or if this would be escalated.
“Yes, Sir. Because I spoke to Garrett angrily and because I called him a ‘son-of-a-bitch’. So you want me to remember how to speak respectfully — to everyone.” She shuffled her feet a little, and looked down at them.
It was a good sign when she succumbed to humility. “Yes, that’s right. You do not call anyone names, especially names like that. That’s my brother, and I know you thought you were defending your friend, but trust me, Inga I’m sure asked for it. She can’t seem to stay out of trouble any more than you can. My brother has his hands full with her. But right now, I only care about the bad kitty in front of me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go stand in the corner for a bit and think about how you could’ve handled the situation differently.”
She still had her left breast hanging out of the bra while the other remained ensconced in the silken material. He liked her being forced to expose just one breast, it was an interesting look and one he liked more and more just watching it bounce on the shelf of her bra.
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