by Reece Butler
“I am a fully functioning adult,” she said scornfully, egging them on. “I can, and will, make decisions on my own. You hired me to clean, so I cleaned.”
“You were given a direct order,” replied Sam. “Not only did you disobey that order, you’re arguing about it.”
“I think Katie’s asking for a spanking,” said Trey. His intense blue eyes almost glowed.
A blast of heat blew up Katie’s body. “Don’t be ridiculous!”
“I think she just insulted us,” said Trey conversationally. He turned to Katie. “Now would be a good time to apologize,” he suggested. “Unless you want your ass to get some attention.”
She wanted it, all right. But she was playing a game, a serious one, but a game none the less. She stiffened her body, raised her chin, and gave them the same attitude back.
“I have nothing to apologize for. I was hired to do a job. That job included cleaning every room in this house. Now that I’ve cleaned this mess”—she drew her hand in a half circle to show the whole room—“my job is done.”
Sam shifted, turning into the light. His shirt and jeans were filthy. He had red streaks on his chest.
“Is that blood on you?” She squinted. “It’s not yours, is it?”
“Not mine. Don’t change the subject.”
Sam yanked at his shirt, causing a staccato of snaps to burst open. Her mouth went dry at the sight of his tanned muscles. He balled the shirt up and tossed it aside. His hands went to his belt. He unhooked the oval championship buckle. She expected him to unbutton and unzip. Instead, he yanked his belt out through the loops. The noise of the leather sliding made her pussy vibrate. She had to open her mouth to breathe because her chest was so tight.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice squeaking.
He took the belt in his hand, folded it in half, and grasped each end. He snapped it, twice. The sound erupted like bullets in the room.
“Guess you didn’t believe I was serious. After this, you’ll believe, and listen to orders.”
She took a step back. It was one thing to read about being spanked. It was quite another to see the evidence of what other than a hand might be applied to her hind end.
“I don’t want you to use that on me.”
“You don’t want?” asked Sam incredulously. “Since when does what you want matter when you’re being disciplined?”
She bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth. “I don’t like pain.”
“And I don’t like being disobeyed. I gave that order for your safety. You ignored it.”
“But nothing happened!”
“That is irrelevant.”
“She’s afraid of the belt, not us,” said Trey quietly. “We don’t know enough of her past. It could be a trigger.”
“I see that,” said Sam. He raised his voice. “Do you think I would ever harm you?”
She thought it over. It only took two seconds. “I don’t think you’d harm me on purpose. But I’ve never been hit. Maybe you’re used to someone who likes pain.”
He took that in, watching her with narrowed eyes. She didn’t know if he'd ever done this before. Surely they didn’t have classes in Spanking 101!
“Do you think you deserve to be punished for disobeying a direct order given to keep you safe?”
The whole situation was ridiculous. Two huge men were calmly discussing spanking a small, adult, intelligent woman, a woman who had taken care of herself all her life with no help from anyone else. It was ridiculous, and arousing. Why did she want them to take her in hand? Why did she want their total attention on her, even if it meant a bit of pain? Would the pain be worth it if it led to even greater pleasure?
“What happens after, if I let you do this?” she asked.
“After a punishment is completed, and you realize why it was done, and agree that you will not do it again, then it’s over,” said Sam.
“Over?”
“We hold you, and comfort you, and make sure you know you’re loved and cared for,” said Trey.
“It’s never mentioned again?”
“We don’t hold grudges, Katie. You make a mistake, you see the error of your ways,” Sam’s eyes lit warmly. “Sometimes it takes a bit of assistance, but then it’s done. We start fresh.”
She’d grown up with every little mistake being remembered. Those sly, nasty looks and cutting remarks biting away at her, over, and over, and over. Never a fresh start. No forgetting, no matter how small the transgression. Would a few minutes of discomfort clear everything away, allowing a new beginning? Pain, after all, was temporary. At least, this sort of pain would be. And would it really be that painful?
“Neither of us would ever harm you, though we will make your ass sting and turn red,” said Trey. “This kind of pain is transitory.”
She continued to stare at them, nibbling at her lip. This was a crossroads. If she agreed to this spanking she would be putting herself under their domination. She, a grown, intelligent woman, would be submitting to the physical application of their hands on her butt. And why did that make her quiver in need?
“What happens afterward?”
“If you’re a good girl, you’ll get an orgasm.”
A rush of blood flowed to her pussy. She shifted her feet, needing to rub herself but not wanting to let on how aroused she was. Was it wrong of her to want to be a good girl for them? All her life she’d worried about what others thought. The last six months she’d had a chance to think about what she thought, and what she wanted.
The last week or so she’d listened to the chatter of the ranch women while they worked. They were not ashamed of a spanking. They laughed about it, while groaning at the same time.
“I bet if Katie puts her fingers between her legs they’ll come out wet,” said Trey.
“Is that true?” demanded Sam.
She swallowed, hard. The most difficult part about this was admitting to herself that she wanted it. She’d been told she didn’t deserve to be well treated, or feel pleasure. She’d believed it. Even now, it was difficult to let go and just feel.
“Touch yourself,” ordered Sam. “Put your hand inside that towel and run those fingers through your pussy lips.”
His eyes bored into hers. It was a dare, a command, and a plea, all at once. He wanted to challenge her, to master her, and to have her willingly submit to him. She held the towel with her right hand while her left hand crept between the edges. She shifted her feet, moving her ankles farther apart. Her fingers slid easily between her wet lips.
“Show me,” demanded Sam, his voice hoarse. “Hold up your fingers.”
She removed her hand and held it up. The bright light showed her essence.
“Fuck!” The word burst out of Trey.
“Soon,” said Sam, the corner of one lip curling up. “But not until she gets spanked.”
Katie quaked at their intense looks. Sam wasn’t angry, he was eager. Eager, but controlled.
“You’re not ready for the belt,” said Sam. “If you stay, you’ll learn to enjoy it.” He handed it to Trey, who hung it over the footboard. Sam stripped off his dirty jeans and tossed them aside. His boxer briefs bulged in front. He held out his hand to her. “Come to me,” he said, calm and controlled.
She curled her toes into the wood floor.
“Katie, you know you want this. You have your safe words?”
She nodded.
“I asked a question, I want to hear your answer.”
“Red, yellow, and green.”
“And your color is?” demanded Sam, his hand still out for her.
She took a deep breath then exhaled. “Green.”
“Then drop the towel and come here.”
Oh, God. His order should scare the hell out of her but it made her nipples harder. She gripped the towel with both hands, letting it expose her back. She waited for a breath, then released it.
“Jaysus!” whispered Trey hoarsely.
She took a hesitant footstep forward, the
n another. Sam’s ferocious expression eased.
“That’s it, take your punishment Do well and you’ll be rewarded.”
It seemed as if each step took forever. She finally placed her hand in Sam’s. He lifted it to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“Good girl.” He led her over to the bed and sat down. Because of his long legs there was lots of room on his thighs. “Lie with your head to my left.”
“Blindfold first,” said Trey.
“Is that really necessary?” she asked.
“Nope.” Trey winked. “But it makes it a heck of a lot more fun.”
“Fun? There’s no fun involved in someone slapping your behind!” His eager grin increased. She hid her giddiness in exasperation. “Fine. I’ll agree there’s fun for the guy doing it, but not the person with their naked bottom in the air.”
Trey leaned down so they were eye to eye. Brilliant crystal blue sparkled at her. “We’ll see what you say about that in an hour.”
“An hour?” The complaint erupted automatically, from the fearful side of her. A moment later it morphed into anticipation. A little bit of pain was a small price to have two men such as this place one hundred percent of their attention on her.
“Close your eyes, Katie.”
Trembling, panting in trepidation and eagerness, she followed Trey’s order.
Chapter 27
Sam’s heart pounded so hard he thought it would explode out of his chest. Katie had fought back, telling them she was in charge of herself, and then submitted. The initial refusal was a good thing. She’d thought about what they wanted her to do and made a decision, and only then did she agree. Her initial reluctance made her capitulation sweeter. She’d conquered her fears, trusting the two of them enough to lie, naked, across his lap.
This first spanking would be the basis of everything going forward. If he did it right, warming her skin gradually so she enjoyed it in spite of what she’d been taught, the process would be easier the next time.
If he did it wrong, there may well not be a next time.
Sam gently rubbed one hand over her plump ass cheeks. The other rested on her back, a gentle reminder to stay in place. She trembled, almost shaking, her butt clenched tight. He slipped a finger between her thighs. His wet finger proved she was not scared, though he could understand her concern. She’d likely never felt so vulnerable. She could roll off his lap at any time and walk out, and he wouldn’t stop her. He had to make sure she wouldn’t want to.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmured. “You haven’t trusted many in your life, for good reason. We would never harm you, though we will make you sting.”
He swatted her on the last word. She startled. A mouse-like squeak emerged. Since she couldn’t see him, he relaxed his expression. Trey’s face reflected his grin. Sam circled the spot of impact, easing her flesh. When she relaxed he repeated it on the other cheek. Her surprise was less this time.
“Pinking up well,” said Trey, looking on. “Her light skin is perfect for this. Can’t wait until it’s my turn.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” she replied through gritted teeth. “This won’t be happening again.”
She’d relaxed her glutes so he gently patted them, all over. Not enough to sting, just to keep her focus where it belonged. His cock thickened, fighting to rise. Katie’s hot body held it down.
“This is a Montana ranch, Katie,” he said softly. Making her strain to hear would also help her focus. “There’s lots of danger, things you may not know about. When we give you an order there’s a good reason behind it. Usually it’s to do with your safety. If you refuse to follow those orders you will find yourself with your skirt up and face down. We do that so you won’t end up injured or dead.”
“I’m not stupid,” she answered, mumbling into the sheet. “I can make my own decisions. You can’t treat me like a child, making threats to prove you’re the big boss man.”
He gave her four in quick succession. She squealed louder, kicking up her heels, but didn’t try to escape. Once more he circled her cheeks, spreading the heat. He could smell her arousal, the scent drifting from that dark cleft between her thighs and the under-curve of her ass.
“I’m not treating you like a child, and I don’t make threats,” he replied, calm and sure. “This is how a woman is reminded that she is precious to us and must be protected, even from herself. If you step out of line I, or Trey, will bend you over and spank your bare ass. No matter what you’re wearing, where you are, when, or who might be watching.”
Her scent intensified. His fingers dipped and came out even wetter. Oh yeah, Katie liked the idea of being dominated. She’d not had anyone care enough about her to protect her. Instead, they’d attacked. Repeatedly. No more.
“What if a man does something stupid?” she demanded.
“That’s up to the triad involved,” said Sam. “Not that it happens often, but some women demand special pleasures such as shopping trips, beauty treatments, or massage. Those things take time and money, both in short supply for ranchers. This, on the other hand, is quick, relatively painless, and a hell of a lot of fun.”
“Speak for yourself!”
“Oh, I am,” he replied, chuckling. He gave her another four.
“Ow! That hurts!” Her right hand came around, palm up, to cover her butt.
“Move your hand.”
“But—”
“Move. Your. Hand.” She muttered something he was glad he didn’t hear, and did what she was told. She gritted her teeth as she clenched the sheets tight. “Are you going to disobey an order again?”
“No,” she said grumpily.
He didn’t push her to add “Sir” as they did not have a Dom/sub relationship. Yet.
“Katie, Katie, Katie,” said Trey, shaking his head and tut-tutting. “You know you’re a feisty troublemaker at heart. You’re going to disobey another order. It’s just a matter of when.”
“Won’t be here long enough,” she mumbled. She turned her head to the right. “Are you finished?”
Sam swatted her again, six times in quick succession, harder than before. She squealed, drumming her feet against the bed, but didn’t try to stop him. When he stopped she slumped, panting, her legs wide apart. Accidentally from the kicking, or on purpose? His fingers slipped under the curve of her ass to check.
Soaking wet.
Trey raised a questioning eyebrow. Sam nodded, holding up his glistening fingers. Her arousal at this play was just another in a long list of reasons why Katie would suit them. He might have been dragged, kicking and screaming, to this conclusion, but now that he’d made it he knew it was right.
Katie wasn’t leaving the Rocking E Ranch. Not unless it was a short trip out and back again. And she wouldn’t be doing that alone for a while, either. These mountains could be treacherous with snow, ice, animals on the road, high winds…all of it.
“Do you think you deserve more?” he asked.
She hesitated, her face screwing up as she thought. That was a good sign. Her head rasped on the sheet as she turned it from side to side.
“No, I think that’s enough.”
Trey handed Sam his belt, folded in half. He touched the fold to Katie’s shoulder and trailed it lightly down her back, over her ass, and down her thigh. She shuddered, but said nothing. He did it again, starting at the other shoulder. She still didn’t speak. He tapped her a few inches down from her shoulder with the folded end. He did it lightly, though the weight of full-grain leather would be felt in her chest cavity. She sighed, her tense body easing. He increased the pressure, making small thuds over her upper back. He avoided her spine.
“You like that?”
“Mmm, it feels like a massage.”
“Thought Katie would like thuddy,” said Trey. “An elk hide flogger would make her feel real good.”
She tensed. “Flogger?”
“Like thick strips of suede,” explained Trey. “If you like what Sam’s doing, I’m betting you’ll e
njoy the elk hide. It’s like a heavy massage.”
“Oh,” she relaxed, “that might be nice. Maybe you could do my feet, too. With your hands, I mean,” she added.
“You want my hands? I can do that,” said Sam.
He put the belt aside and ran his hands over her body, from her neck to as far as he could reach. He needed to touch her, to make her his. She would always remember him making her bottom glow this lovely color of pink. Yet he wanted her to think of him no matter what she was doing. He wanted her to think of his hands and tongue covering every inch of her body.
He wanted to give himself to her, body and soul. It was as simple as that. She’d cracked, no, she’d blasted through the ice he’d erected to protect himself. Instead, it had caged his heart. He inhaled, as if he’d never breathed so deeply before. His heart pounded, swelling now it was free. Katie had done this for him.
It was easy to love puppies. A woman was a hell of a lot more complex. Katie would take more time, effort, and patience than a pet, but the rewards would also be far higher. Rewards such as feeling her wet, eager body panting under his hands.
“You did real well,” said Sam when he could speak without choking up. “Now for your reward.”
Trey lifted Katie by the hips, helping her to her knees. The pressure of Sam’s hand by her neck kept her head down. Trey made sure her knees were far apart. Sam rubbed his fingers against her vulva on his way to her clit. A soft moan rewarded him. Trey quickly stripped. He looked at the bedside table, made a motion that could only mean condoms, and padded out of the room.
Sam had Katie moaning and tilting her hips in a silent demand for more by the time Trey returned. Trey suited up and lay on the bed lengthwise, cock jutting up like a tree.
“You want to ride a cowboy?” asked Sam.
“Oh, God, yes!”
“Trey’s all ready for you. Hop on board.”
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