Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  But, now, I had to figure out how to proceed.

  We were both adults. When she’d first kissed me a few years back, she’d been fifteen. I’d done a good job of hiding how much I’d liked that kiss, but it had been for her own good. And for my sanity. She was too young then, off limits. Plus, she was my father’s wife’s daughter. Although, technically, that didn’t matter so much. She wasn’t a blood relation. Still, I’d been trying to do the right thing. She’d trusted me, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that trust.

  But things were different now.

  I turned off the hot water and sucked in a breath as ice cold splashed over me. I needed to cool down and remember what the hell the point of this weekend was. Problem was, I wasn’t so sure anymore.

  *****

  When I got out of the shower, I found that Lisa had iced the cake and I heard the shower in her room go on. I checked the clock. Still had some time before our guests came. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and ever since my first year at university, we had a tradition of having an Anti-Valentine’s dinner. This year, it was only a couple of us. Most of the guys had girlfriends now, which meant they could no longer celebrate Anti-Valentine. Not if they wanted to get any that night, that is.

  This year, my buddies were in for a treat.

  “I am not wearing this!”

  Ah.

  I smiled.

  Lisa had found the uniform I’d set out for her.

  “No way, Jace. I’m not parading myself around in front of your little friends in this outfit!” she yelled, barreling around the corner, waving the little French maid costume I’d brought for tonight.

  “Well, if you hadn’t acted like an idiot and gotten yourself into trouble, you wouldn’t be here on a night I had plans, now would you?”

  “This goes too far!”

  “And, as I recall, you had no trouble parading yourself around in exactly that outfit on Halloween.” She’d worn it to a Halloween party last year. “Besides, the boys coming tonight were there watching your show last year, so it won’t be anything new for them.” Funny enough, part of me didn’t want her to wear it, didn’t want her to walk around in front of my buddies in the skimpy costume, but I wanted to make a point, and this was the way to do it.

  “Who’s coming?”

  I knew she was nervous about this. Hell, I’d be nervous too. “Just Vance and Nick.”

  Her face changed a little, and something inside me tightened. Something like jealousy. Both Vance and Nick were good-looking guys, similar in build to me, and the flirt inside Lisa loved the attention she’d be getting tonight. I didn’t. But there was another piece to her costume she didn’t know about. Not yet anyway.

  “Just them?” she asked coyly.

  “Yep.”

  “And what will I be expected to do?”

  “Serve us. That’s all.”

  “That’s it. No surprises?”

  “Nope. But”—I made a point of checking my watch—“If you’re not ready to answer the door when they get here, I will spank you in front of them.”

  “You wouldn’t!”

  “Want to try me?”

  She made a face and turned on her heel, practically running back into her room to change. I laughed and set the additional piece to her costume on the dining table for her to see once she returned. I wondered if she’d know what it was, actually.

  Ten minutes later Lisa walked into the kitchen where I was unloading the delivery for dinner: Chinese.

  “Smells good.”

  I turned to find her dressed in the little black and white ensemble, thigh high fishnet stockings in place along with five inch black patent leather pumps. She’d even pinned the little lace headpiece into her hair. The skirt covered to just beneath her ass cheeks and, as good as she looked, I felt a little jealous at how eager she seemed.

  “You’ll eat your dinner in the kitchen once you’ve served us.”

  She only raised her eyebrows.

  “Go set the table now.”

  She glared but went and, after washing and drying my hands, I followed to find her staring at the item on the table. It was a tail: a beautiful, faux foxtail that would come to the backs of her knees.

  “Wh...what’s that for?”

  Well, from the way she stood—wide-eyed and open-mouthed—staring at it, I’d guessed wrong. She knew what it was.

  “It’s a Valentine’s Day gift. For you.”

  She turned huge eyes to me. “What?”

  “It’s a butt plug.” I took the bottle of lube out of my pocket and set it on the table. “Put your hands on the table and bend over, Lisa.”

  “Jace, they’ll all see.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her face already blushing pink.

  “Yes, they will. Are you aroused by that fact, Lisa?”

  She opened her mouth to lick her lips then lowered her lashes to shield her eyes.

  “I guess that’s my answer. Now, turn around.” I took a step toward her and she slowly complied, turning her back to me and waiting. “Hands on the table.” She leaned forward to do as she was told. “Bend deeper.” She did, enough so I could raise her skirt up over her lower back. But, as soon as I did, I saw she had modified—or added to—the French maid costume. “Tsk-tsk, Lisa.”

  She’d put her panties on.

  She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at me, knowing her error.

  “Take them off.”

  She remained unmoving. I wanted her to be a part of this, an active participant in her punishment. And I knew from the way her pupils had already dilated and how she licked her lips, she wanted it as much as I. She’d just need a bit of encouragement.

  “Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.” I wondered if she got my meaning. Either way, she reached back, lowered the panties to the floor and stepped out of them then faced forward, waiting for me to continue.

  I looked at her as she was, bent over, her short skirt flipped up over her back, her pretty little ass, which still showed the pink outline of my handprint, bared to me. Although I’d recently jerked off in the shower, my cock stood at attention once again, and I stepped closer, placing my hands on her buttocks, rubbing circles with my thumbs. She went down onto her forearms then, arching her back, lifting her ass higher. I pulled her ass cheeks wide and just looked at her, at her glistening pussy, all pink and soft, the lips gaping. Looked at her little dark asshole. Unable to resist, I knelt behind her, inhaling her scent before bringing my tongue to her pussy for a taste. I licked her cunt until she moaned, pressing her ass backward into my face. My cock throbbed against my jeans, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.

  It took all I had to right myself, to walk away from that offered cunt, but I wanted her on edge. I wanted her hornier than she already was, sensitive to every touch, and in absolute need of release. I wanted her that way while she served my friends, her cute little ass cheeks peeking out from under her skirt, the tail tickling her thighs every time she moved, knowing we all knew she had a plug buried inside her ass, showing it to us on demand, ready to take punishment in order to receive pleasure.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked, breathless.

  “You have to be a good girl to come.” My voice sounded hoarse.

  “I will be. I promise.”

  “I know you will. Now, face forward while I get your pretty little asshole ready to take the plug.”

  I could hear her swallow, and she did as she was told. I emptied half the bottle of lube on the crack of her ass and began to massage it around the tight hole.

  “Oh, Jace, that’s...”

  “You like me playing with your asshole, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “You think you’ll like my finger inside your ass?”

  “Yes. Yes please.” I smiled, my cock wanting—no, needing—release as I pushed a finger inside her, her moan telling me she was enjoying this entirely too much

  “You like being fucked in the ass, Lisa?”

 
; She nodded her head once.

  “Dirty girl. Are you going to show the boys your tail tonight?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please, Jace, that’s so good.”

  “Second finger, Lisa.”

  She arched her back and I met with a little resistance as I pushed through the barrier, lubricating her inside to take the sizeable plug. It took all I had not to ejaculate right inside my pants like some fifteen year old kid while I finger fucked her ass, teasing her, not allowing her to come just yet.

  “I think you’re ready to take your tail. Hand it to me.”

  She did and I lubricated the toy before bringing the tip of it to her asshole. “It’s thick and long. Not as big as my cock, which is dying to fuck your ass right now, but big. You’ll wear it all night while you serve us, and, when instructed, you’ll bend over and flip your skirt up to show the boys.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I began to fuck her with the toy as I took her clit between two fingers. As soon as I did, as soon as I began to manipulate that little nub, her asshole opened up to me and I pushed the plug through, twisting it a little at the widest point, and when I heard her cry out, I thrust it in to the hilt, filling her ass as she came in my hand, her body trembling with pleasure, her whimpers music to my ears.

  The doorbell rang as I finished, and I slapped her ass, looking down at the gorgeous tail between her cheeks.

  “Go clean up. I’ll let our guests in. I expect you back in three minutes, ready to serve drinks.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And, Lisa?”

  “Yes?”

  “No one will touch you but me tonight. They can look. They can want. But only I get to have you, understand?”

  She nodded and laughed a nervous little laugh.

  Chapter Five

  Lisa

  Only I get to have you...

  I couldn’t believe what was happening. What had just happened between Jace and I. What I was about to do. But, sure enough, with each step, the soft fur of the tail reminded me precisely of my predicament. Although some part of me, a part I should perhaps be ashamed of, thrived in this role. I liked being looked at. I liked doing as I was told. I liked men watching me, knowing I had power over them even in submission. Knowing they wanted me. Knowing all the while that I was safe. That Jace would take care of me. He wouldn’t let anyone else touch me.

  This thing between us—I wondered if this was his plan for the weekend all along, the business with the pot just an excuse. I didn’t know if it was or if he’d gotten caught up in this game. He was attracted to me, as attracted as I was to him. He had licked my pussy. He’d made me come. And, in his words, he’d promised more.

  Once I was ready, I walked nervously into the living room where three sets of eyes turned immediately to me, two shocked, one grinning, holding a paddle in his hand, suddenly making me realize the spanking I’d received earlier was most likely not my last. But would he do it in front of his friends? I wasn’t sure what I felt about that. What I should feel versus what my belly did at the thought of it, of submitting to Jace, of bending over and baring my ass to be paddled while his friends watched.

  “Boys, you remember Lisa?”

  “Sure do,” Vance said.

  “How you doing, Lisa?” Nick asked. “You look fucking amazing.”

  “Um, thanks.”

  “Lisa is going to serve us tonight.”

  “How’d you manage that?”

  “She lost a bet,” Jace said, winking at me.

  “Well, I won’t complain,” one of them said, but I wasn’t sure which one because my attention was wholly on Jace.

  “Why don’t you come closer and show the boys your outfit.”

  I swallowed, my clit throbbing as I walked on leaden legs. The top of the uniform barely covered the front of my breasts but left me almost wholly exposed on each side. The skirt skimmed the very tops of my thighs and it stood shorter around the back, which I became very aware of as I, at Jace’s command, turned to give them a view of my ass.

  “Holy fuck,” one of the men said.

  “Lean forward and lift your skirt. Show them your pretty little tail.”

  I leaned a little forward, arching my back, my sex on fire as I reached back to raise my skirt, this act of baring myself so fucking arousing I felt the trickling of it at my thighs. The tail tickled the backs of my legs as someone played with it, lifting it to look at me while I remained as I was, allowing this inspection of my most private parts.

  “She has a great ass, doesn’t she?”

  “That she does.”

  Jace dropped my skirt and tapped my hip. “We need some drinks, but, one thing first, Lisa,” he said, checking his watch. “I told you, you had three minutes. You took ten.”

  “Oh. I...I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry, what?”

  I looked at the two watching Jace and I, their arousal evident both at the crotch of their pants and in their eyes. I realized this wasn’t going to be about me parading around while they watched with their tongues wagging. Jace had a plan. And I knew the paddle in his hand would play a leading role in that plan. The fact that his buddies would witness what he would require of me? It only made me hotter.

  “Lisa?”

  “Sir.”

  “Very nice,” Vance said, sitting down on the couch.

  “You were seven minutes late, which means seven strokes. Now, I’ll give you a choice. You’re going to get paddled. Your choice is this: Face the boys and bend over, hands on your knees so they can see you take your paddling, or turn your back to them and lift your skirt so they get to watch your ass take it,” Jace said, walking toward me while Nick joined Vance on the couch to watch the show.

  I looked at Jace, then at the paddle, then at his tightly stretched pants, and back at that paddle. It was long and rectangular and didn’t look at all friendly. Seven strokes with that thing would probably make the spanking I’d taken earlier seem like play.

  “Lisa, I’m thirsty, and you’re holding things up.”

  I glanced at Vance and Nick, both of them with wide grins, almost holding their breath. I knew it would be easier if I took it with my ass to them. Having to see them would be more humiliating than anything else. But when I took up the position Jace required, I moved without thinking, facing them squarely, bending over, placing my hands just above my knees and meeting their gazes.

  I wanted this. I wanted them to watch me take it. I wanted them to witness my paddling.

  Nick stroked his cock through his pants while I waited. Jace stepped closer and lifted my skirt up over my back then twisted the plug to flip the tail up as well, exposing my cheeks.

  “Seven strokes. You won’t move and you’ll keep the count. If you break position, I will add strokes, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He placed a hand at my lower back and held me against his thigh for support.

  I almost softened at that gesture, almost, but then the first of the seven fell and all I could do was gasp for breath.

  Fuck.

  It hurt way more than his hand had.

  “Lisa.”

  “One.”

  He struck again, the paddle large enough to hit both cheeks at once in exactly the same spot.

  “Two. Oh God.”

  “Just the count will do.”

  Someone on the couch chuckled.

  “Are you looking at Vance and Nick?” Jace asked.

  I met their gazes, which were glued to mine. Tears made my vision blur, though, as the third stroke fell “Three.”

  He waited, rubbing the paddle against my ass, gripping my waist. A tear dropped off my face and onto the carpet just as Jace struck, that fourth one nearly making me tumble forward as I cried out.

  “Four!”

  No one spoke as the next strokes landed, two, each with a pause in between which only made it that much more unbearable.

  “Last one,” Jace said, giving me even longer on this one, that minute t
he longest of my life.

  “Seven!”

  “That’s a good girl.” Jace adjusted the tail then righted me, and I had to admit that the twist of the plug inside me added a whole other sensation to the agony of my paddling.

  “Go get us some beers and serve dinner, Lisa.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I managed, unable to meet the eyes of the men on the sofa as I sniffled and wiped my eyes. Once in the kitchen, I rubbed my butt, kneading the tender, hot flesh, tears escaping my eyes as I heard them pat Jace on the back.

  I don’t know why I did it. Why I didn’t just walk out of the house and refuse. I should have done that. I should have wanted to do that. It wasn’t that he’d tell our parents about the pot. I wasn’t sure I cared if he did at this point. In fact, I bet he wouldn’t tell. But something else kept me there. Kept me going as I served drinks, my tail reminding me how exposed I was with each step, knowing three sets of eyes watched me even though they spoke as if I weren’t there at all. It made me even more aroused.

  Dinner went by without a hitch. Almost. Until I dropped a wine glass to the floor and it shattered. At least it had been empty, but all the same, Jace touched the paddle on the table.

  “Oh, no, please. I’m sorry, Sir. It was an accident.”

  “Is your ass sore, Lisa?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “All right, how about a choice. Time on the couch, your skirt lifted, like you were earlier, or take six strokes of the paddle.”

  Why did submission make me so fucking hot? Even as it humiliated me, I dripped.

  “How long will I be on display, Sir?”

  “Until it’s time for dessert.”

  I glanced at the paddle then at the men. They’d all seen me already. Why would this matter?”

  “I’ll take the couch, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Go ahead then. Push that ass out so we can see it properly. If you don’t, you’ll get paddled beforehand anyway.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Lisa?” he called out as I knelt on the couch.

  “Yes, Sir?”