Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I think our girl believes we won’t spank her,” Ian said.
“She’s going to find out differently, isn’t she?” Jack replied. He picked her up and carried her over to the outdoor dining table.
Holy crap.
Were they going to do this here?
But instead of him sitting down and arranging her on his lap, he let her feet drop so she stood.
She swayed slightly.
“You okay, Little girl?” Ian asked, steadying her.
“Um, yep. Did you change your mind?”
“Nope,” Jack replied. “Bend over the table.”
Yikes. That wasn’t what she was expecting. She looked at Ian, who nodded.
“I, um . . . really?” she squeaked out.
“Really,” Jack replied. “You’ve been very naughty. In fact, I also owe you a spanking for lying to me at the bouncy castle when I asked you if you were all right, and you said you were fine.”
“So now you’re getting a spanking from both of us,” Ian said. “Bend over, Little girl.”
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Dear Lord. She turned and bent over the table. It was warm against her skin. A tremble of anticipation ran through her. Was she really going to do this?
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me about my safeword again?” she asked.
“Your safeword is pork pie,” Ian said as he ran his hand over her ass. “Spankings aren’t a hard limit. And with how sassy you are, you’ve practically been asking for this.”
She had not . . . okay, maybe she’d imagined it a few times.
“If your hip hadn’t been playing up, I’d have you bend right over and touch your toes,” Jack told her.
What? Shoot.
“Next time,” Ian said.
Next time? “Who said there is going to be a next time?”
“I’m sure there will be,” Ian replied. “You’re too naughty not to earn yourself another spanking.”
“Bottoms off,” Jack said, reaching for them.
“What?” She stood in shock.
“That’s another two,” Ian said.
Yikes. She wasn’t going to sit well tomorrow.
“Spankings are on the bare, baby girl.” Jack didn’t reach for her bikini bottoms again. Instead, he waited for her.
But the truth was . . . did she really care? She wanted them to touch her. To take her. Fuck her.
So she bent back over and pulled her bottoms just below her ass.
“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous ass you have, Little Misfit,” Ian told her as he cupped her butt.
Oh Lord. She could feel herself growing wet. What was happening? She was about to be spanked by two gorgeous men.
And she was so turned on.
Would they notice?
She was so preoccupied that she didn’t even brace before the first smack landed and her breath left her lungs in a whoosh. Then came the next smack.
They landed steadily, the heat building in her bottom. Suddenly, everything stopped, and both men rubbed her ass.
“How are you doing, Little girl?” Ian asked.
She appreciated the fact that they wanted to check in. But part of her was almost frustrated by it.
Don’t be silly.
“Baby?” Jack asked, moving his head to look at her. “Hmm. I don’t think she wants to stop and talk, Ian.”
“Is that so?” Ian said thoughtfully.
Monkeyballs.
“Maybe I should check her reaction to the spanking,” Ian said.
Her reaction? What did that mean?
“Do you want us to touch you, baby?” Jack murmured. “To touch your pussy?”
Yeah. Couldn’t they tell?
They aren’t mind readers.
“Yes,” she said with a groan. “Please.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ian was cupping her pussy. His finger ran along her slit and circled her clit.
A groan escaped her and she moved her hips back and forth, wanting more. Needing it.
“Stay still, baby,” Jack told her. “Let Ian do his check.”
Oh God.
“Hmm, she’s very wet. I don’t think she’s taking this punishment seriously.”
She was! But she couldn’t help it if she was turned on too. Did that make her weird?
No. Lots of people liked a bit of pain with their pleasure.
“Perhaps we should spank her harder,” Jack suggested.
Harder?
“Um, no! You don’t need to spank me harder!”
“I think we do. To make sure that you’ve been properly punished. Your wet pussy says you’re enjoying yourself far too much,” Jack told her.
He sounded disapproving, but his face said something different and she relaxed. They liked that this was turning her on.
Jack winked at her and she smiled back. Then Ian slid one long finger inside her and she moaned, pressing her thighs together.
“Keep your legs where they are, Little one,” Ian told her.
“But . . . but . . . I need . . .”
“What do you need, baby?” Jack asked.
“To come! I need to come.”
Jack shook his head, looking sad. “But naughty girls don’t get to come.”
“Yes, they do!”
And if they didn’t, then they darn well should.
Sounded like a stupid rule.
“I want to come.” She dropped her lower lip into a pout.
“I’m sorry,” Ian said, sounding anything but sorry. “You need the rest of your punishment. No coming for you.”
“Nooo.” That really wasn’t fair.
All of a sudden, she wondered what it would be like if Jameson was here. Would he be grinning like Jack? Stern like Ian?