Spank or Treat

by Tymber Dalton

  As Mike grew more comfortable with his role as Dominant to Jenny, he was finding the things he liked to do, setting his own course instead of following what he thought he was supposed to do. He enjoyed bondage and forced orgasm scenes with Jenny. In fact, right now Jenny was dressed in nothing but an orange and black rope chest harness.

  The perfect Halloween costume.

  “I wish we hadn’t missed the excitement earlier,” Gabe said. “I would have paid good money to see Mallory deck a Dom.”

  Bill was thankful it hadn’t been Gabe Seth had done that to. She wouldn’t have been able to shoot him, because he made her leave her sidearm in the car for the private parties. But Gabe could have put a hurting on him hand-to-hand.

  That would have been ugly and likely ended with Seth getting a ride in an ambulance, not just freezer section take-out for his swollen nose.

  “She still feels badly about it,” Jenny said. “I don’t blame her, but it was Seth’s fault for scaring her.”

  They were discussing holiday plans when something caught Bill’s eye in the backyard.

  Gabe, a veteran FDLE officer, didn’t miss his reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I think. Wait here.” He got up and walked outside, looking around.

  Nothing but the lighted display throwing a crazy pattern of shadows, moving and still, on the other bushes and trees in the yard.

  “What is it?” Mike asked from where he’d walked over to the side door.

  “Nothing. That huge inflatable, the black cat, it moves. I’m sure it was just the light from it. That’s all.”

  But as he headed back to the house, he wasn’t sure that was the answer, either. It sure had looked like a guy walking across the backyard before he disappeared into thin air.

  Shoving that thought out of his head, he returned to the lanai to continue their conversation.

  * * * *

  They’d opted to hold the bobbing for boners contest later in the evening, when people might not be as worried about their makeup or hair.

  Tilly and Leah got the washtub ready, but only filled it with a few inches of water. What they hadn’t counted on was that not all of the dildos floated. Most of them sank.

  They’d purchased fifteen different ones, which had all been washed in the sink earlier that day to remove any packaging residue from them. And three of them had been secretly marked for prizes before they were tossed into the round washtub. They had everything from generic average fake white dude cocks, to a very large fake black cock, including balls, to one that, even down to the green color, looked like the Incredible Hulk’s dong, a dragon cock dildo, and a few sparkly rainbow-shaded dildos in various sizes and colors.

  Fun for all.

  Tilly frowned as she stared down into the tub. “That looks too easy. Should we add more water?”

  “We don’t want anyone drowning,” Leah said.

  “Ha! That’s a good one. With this group? One thing most of us ladies are good at is knob-gobbling, as Ross so eloquently put it in the invite. The only thing that could add a challenge to this is making them dive for them in the pool.”

  The women froze, then looked at each other, and then looked at the pool.

  Back to the tub of dildos.

  “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Leah asked.

  “Yep. I’m thinking exactly what you’re thinking. Who says you don’t have a sadistic streak in you, honey? You have a damn fine one. A few more years, I’ll make a switch out of you yet.” Tilly reached into the washtub and started gathering the dildos.

  Leah helped her, and within a few minutes, most of the dildos lay at the deep end of Leah’s pool, including the Hulk and the dragon dong.

  Tilly clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, people. Listen up. It’s time for the diving for dildos contest. I know we’d originally billed it as bobbing for boners, but we’ve thrown in a last-minute twist. We’ve added a degree of difficulty to it. I wouldn’t want you freaks getting bored or anything.”

  Tilly pointed at the pool. “We have fifteen—count ’em, fifteen—dildos. Three of them have little black paint dots on them somewhere. The ones with the dots are each worth a twenty-five dollar gift certificate to Sigalo’s. That means we need contestants. Everyone gets a try, up to fifteen people.”

  “You don’t want them all to dive in at once?” Leah asked.

  “Hmm. Let’s see how many contestants we’ve got first. It might be fun to make them fight for them, but we don’t want to be here all night.”

  They ended up with seven contestants.

  “Perfect,” Tilly said. “Everyone can get two dildos. If the last one remaining is a winner, we’ll just let them fight for it. But get one dildo at a time. No hands. In fact, hands will be kept behind the backs or at the sides unless, you know, you’re drowning or something. But we’ll all be watching you. If anyone uses their hands to get the dildo in their mouth, they’ll be buzzed out of the pool and another contestant will get to try.

  John, Cris, Max, Cali, Chelbie, June, and Mallory were the contestants.

  Ross interrupted. “So they all get into the water and get one at a time, or they take turns?”

  “Jeez, this is worse than the Olympics. They get one turn each, at a time. Starting on the pool stairs.” Two of the floaters were now bobbing on the surface at the deep end, and one had made its way to the shallow end. Tilly opted for reverse alphabetical order, allowing Max to go first. He immediately aimed for the floater in the shallow end, using the pool wall to get it wedged in his mouth.

  “Is that allowed?” Leah asked Tilly as Max proudly made his way back to the pool steps with the dildo wiggling in his mouth.

  “I don’t know. I didn’t say they couldn’t. Anyone diving for them on the bottom will have to use the bottom, so I guess so.” She held her hand out for the dildo, which Max dropped into her palm.

  “Sorry. This one’s not a winner,” she said.

  “Dammit.” He got back in line while Mallory made her way out to the deep end.

  What Tilly knew was that their young friend had been spending a lot of time lately at the local YMCA, swimming. She was like a damn dolphin.

  And she gracefully arched her body, hands firmly at her sides, and dove down, surfacing seconds later with a dildo clenched between her teeth.

  “Whoo-hoo, babe!” Kel cheered from the side of the pool.

  She brought the dildo to Tilly. “Our first winner!” Tilly declared.

  As everyone cheered for Mallory, Leah got Tilly’s attention.

  “Hey,” Leah said, pulling her friend close. “What if we get the three winners before all the dildos are up. Shouldn’t we announce them all together?”

  “Hmm. I don’t know. We should have thought of that sooner, I guess. I wasn’t planning on doing it in a pool. Let’s just keep doing it like this. We’ve already started.”

  Leah shrugged.

  Next came June. Much like Mallory had, she headed straight to the deep end and, after three attempts, managed to surface the third time with a dildo in her mouth.

  Scrye smacked Kel on the back. “That’s my wife!” he proudly said.

  Tilly examined it. “Not a winner. Next!”

  No one else had come up with a winner for the first round, meaning Max was up for his second dive. Since the floaters had all been picked off at this point, it was the sinkers everyone would have to go deep for.

  A thought that nearly made Tilly wet herself with glee when she realized it.

  I’m so easily amused.

  When Cali entered the pool for her second try, there were still two dildos left, and one of them was a winner. She looked to Max and Sean for opinions.

  Sean wanted her to take the one on the left side of the pool, while Max was waving her toward the right.

  Finally, she picked the one on the left and went for it. It took her four tries, but she finally got it in her mouth and made it back to the side of the pool to hand it over
to Tilly.

  Tilly examined it. “And we have our final winner!”

  Cali stuck her tongue out at Max. “Maybe if it had been neon green I would have gone for it.”

  He flipped her the bird before kissing her in congratulations.

  Shayla shook her head, laughing as she walked over. “That was inspired, Til. I’m serious. Absolutely hysterical. You should handle all the entertainment for these parties.”

  “Hey, Leah came up with the idea for it. I don’t get all credit.”

  “Yeah, but you made it better,” Leah said.

  “Only because we didn’t do a logistics check ahead of time.”

  Seth laughed. “So what happens to all the dildos?” They’d been dumped into the washtub by Tilly as she checked each one when they were brought up.

  “I don’t know. Save them for next year?”

  “Hang them on the Christmas tree at the club?” Leah suggested.

  “Seriously, who came up with an Incredible Hulk dong?” Gilo asked as he looked into the washtub. “I just want to know that.”

  “I don’t know,” Tilly drawled as she arched an eyebrow at him. “The same kind of guy who goes fucking around in a turtle costume?”

  Gilo flipped her off with a grin. “Hey, once you go turtle…” He trailed off.

  Tilly laughed. “Yes?”

  “Give me a minute. What rhymes with turtle?”

  “Myrtle?” Leah suggested.

  “Nothing worth fucking, probably,” Tilly said. “It’s like orange.”

  “What’s orange?” Gilo asked.

  “You know,” Leah said. “Nothing rhymes with orange.”

  Gilo looked confused. “Ooohhh,” he finally said as realization struck. “Sorry, I’m slow.”

  “Well, you are a turtle,” Shayla reminded him.

  He looked down at his costume and sighed. “Yeeeaahhh.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Kel and Mallory were busy doing their thing on the Doom in the living room. As much as Chelbie wanted a turn on the bondage bench, she saw an even better opportunity.

  Kel had drawn an audience with his needle play on Mallory, a corset piercing he was decking out with feathers stuck on some of the needles.

  Chelbie’s two guys were relative newcomers to the lifestyle, especially to the private parties, and she wanted to help break the ice with them a little. So while the bulk of the partygoers were being entranced by the needle play, Chelbie coaxed her two guys out onto the lanai with her.

  She caught a glimpse of someone walking away from the house, but didn’t pay them any attention. She assumed it was someone taking the long way around to the front door rather than trying to push through the throng gathered in the living room.

  “What’s up?” Rich asked. “I figured you’d want to watch Kel and Mal play.”

  Rich was her musician, blue eyes and brown hair and one minute younger than his fraternal twin, Nick.

  “I’m getting the feeling she’s feeling frisky,” Nick teased. He looked a lot like Rich, except for his blond hair. And he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. A computer programmer, he actually worked at the same company as Tony, just in a different department.

  It didn’t hurt that Tony was now inside with Shayla, watching the needle play scene.

  It meant Nick might feel less inhibited about getting sexy outside on the lanai.

  She handed a duffel bag she’d bought with her to Rich. “Those are for you guys.” She plopped down on the MMA mats Seth and Kel had placed under and near the suspension frame rig and held up both her arms. “Time to tie up the girl.”

  The brothers shared a quick glance before dropping to their knees next to her. As Chelbie stripped off her costume, revealing nothing underneath, the men smiled.

  “Gotta love a woman dressed in nothing but fuck-me pumps,” Rich joked as he pulled a coil of rope out of the bag.

  Nick and Rich quickly had her trussed and lying on her side, arms behind her back, legs immobilized.

  Then they rolled her onto her stomach, ass in the air. Rich sat at her head, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. “Here you go, baby,” he said, positioning her so she could swallow his shaft. “Enjoy.”

  Between her legs, Nick had slid his cock into her pussy and now had something in his hand. After feeling the cold metal against her ass cheeks, she knew exactly what it was.

  “You shouldn’t have packed the Silencer if you didn’t want it used on you,” he teased before smacking her ass with it.

  She moaned, from pain as well as need. The Silencer had been dubbed that by her for its looks, a round piece of aluminum pipe with holes drilled all over it, and a grip for a handle.

  But it definitely didn’t silence her. It made her loudly moan around Rich’s cock, pulling happy moans from him, too.

  “That’s it, baby,” Rich said. “You wanted to play, you get to play.”

  Nick tenderized her ass-o-lantern with the Silencer, alternating with periods of fucking her nice and hard, before putting it down and picking up something else.

  She heard the vibrator come to life in his hand before he reached under her and pressed it against her clit.

  Unable to squirm away from the vibrator, the intense orgasm felt that much more powerful. Nick took a few strokes inside her, intensifying her pleasure and the volume of her moans until she felt Rich close to coming in her mouth.

  “Oh, there you go,” Nick said. “We could keep you here like this for the rest of the night, couldn’t we?”

  Nothing but moans from her in reply. Even if she could think clearly enough to reply, Rich’s hard cock filling her mouth would have made speaking impossible.

  Rich buried his hands in her hair, now actively fucking her mouth. Filled by her men’s cocks at both ends, Chelbie was a very happy camper.

  “I think we’re going to have to learn how to do suspensions,” Nick said, keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. “Imagine having her suspended and being able to do this to her?”

  “Oooh, I like that idea. Do you like that idea, baby?”

  She whimpered in reply.

  “I think that was a yes,” Nick said.

  They knew damn well they’d fried her brain, and she absolutely loved it. In the rest of their lives together, the three of them were partners.

  In bed, however, she wanted them to take total control of her.

  And boy, howdy, had they.

  Finally, Rich couldn’t hold out anymore. “I’m about to blow,” he gasped.

  Nick put down the vibrator and started fucking Chelbie hard and fast and triggering one last round of orgasms inside her. Rich’s cock grew hotter against her tongue just before he shot a load of cum into her mouth. Another happy moan from her, she swallowed. And then Nick was coming, too, filling her pussy with his load.

  They finally eased her back onto her side on the mats, stretching out next to her as they all caught their breath.

  Rich kissed her. “Better, baby?”

  She wiggled against the ropes a little. “I like the idea of you guys learning suspension.”

  Nick leaned in. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. So you better not be teasing me with that.”

  The men laughed. “Pushy little bottom, aren’t you?” Rich joked.

  “I didn’t hear you complaining about my pushy little bottom a few minutes ago,” she playfully shot back.

  “True,” Nick said, reaching out and stroking her sore ass. The Silencer always left her stinging and sore in the good ways, which was one of the reasons she loved it so much. “I love your pushy little bottom. I especially love beating your pushy little bottom.”

  She wiggled her ass for him. “Then how about we go take a dip in the hot tub and we’ll see what else you might be in the mood to do with my pushy little bottom?”

  “We can’t win,” Rich said. “We might as well go along with her evil plans.”

  Nick started untying her. “Not like I’m complaining.”

  �
�I didn’t say I was complaining,” Rich said.

  “Hey, I’m the good kind of evil,” Chelbie said. “My dark side comes with cookies and everything.”

  “You come with cocks, you come with cookies,” Nick teased. “You’re just a little slut.”

  She stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m your little slut, and don’t you forget it.”

  “Oh, no worries,” Rich said. “We won’t. Trust us.”

  “Not like you’d let us forget it,” Nick said.

  Chapter Twelve

  Rob and Laura didn’t get to as many of the private parties as some of their friends. Between the baby, Laura’s business running dive charters, and Rob being a county paramedic, sometimes making their schedules align—and lining up a babysitter—was nearly impossible.

  Tonight, however, they had not just the night, but the whole weekend to themselves. Several days earlier, Laura’s brother had flown in from out of town on vacation with his girlfriend, and they’d volunteered to babysit for them tonight and tomorrow.

  Which meant after leaving the party tonight, they’d be returning to the hotel room they’d rented earlier for a long, uninterrupted night’s sleep…

  And hopefully a morning of uninterrupted play.

  Despite the horrible neon green color, Laura still wanted to try the Doom. She’d been hearing about Max and Sean’s newest bondage frames from her friends and felt a little resentful that she hadn’t been able to try one yet.

  Rob had promised to tie her to it tonight and thoroughly beat her ass.

  Among other things he’d be doing to her ass.

  Her heart racing, Rob pulled her close and kissed her after getting his ropes and implements ready.

  “Get naked, sweetheart,” he said with the sexy smile that melted her every time. “This is what you wanted.”

  She did, stripping down to her leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. Max helped him adjust the frame to fit her and then stepped back, out of the way so as not to interfere with their scene.

  Rob quickly got her bound to the frame with rope. Once she was secure, he stepped behind her and started stroking her back with his hands. “Comfy?”