Porter doesn’t stop with just one strike. He delivers another in quick succession, and before I know it, I’m struggling to accept that he’s just spanked me a total of six times already.

I’m so flustered that words fail me, and I’m left making sounds of outrage.

My butt stings so much that tears gather in my eyes... And my nipples start to ache, and my panties feel wetter than when I saw them again.

I can’t breathe, and it’s not for the reason I think. I can’t breathe because my clothes are suffocating me. No, not only my clothes, but my panties as well.

“You know, you’ve been a pain in our asses from the moment we set our eyes on you. And to think our grandparents thought you were sweet,” Porter says in a low, measured tone that makes my nerves feel shy. Yet he’s also deadpan in his delivery, and I only realize afterward that he’s teasing me.

“That was a pretty mean trick you pulled on us, wasn’t it, princess?” Sullivan asks, and I groan at the sound of his silky smooth but oh-so-masculine voice.

“I think it deserves the full punishment,” Gray adds, filled with mirth, yet there’s an undercurrent of daring roughness to his words.

“You know what happens to naughty girls, Avery?” Porter asks softly. Before I can reply, Porter and Sullivan tuck their fingers into the waistband of my panties. No, I don’t know what happens to naughty girls. I’m a good girl, dammit.

“They get spanked raw, no panties,” Gray offers, educating me.

Oh. No. No. No.

They slowly peel the

fabric off my butt. Will they know I’m wet? Yes, of course they’ll know, I scream at myself on the inside. My panties are properly soaked. As if I want them to touch me. As if I need them to do things to my body.

I don’t. Let’s be very clear. I’m going through a lot right now, and I’m just being strange, that’s all.

But when they start laughing at me for being wet for them, I’m going to wish really hard the embarrassment of it all kills me quickly.

?Chapter Nine

Avery

Self-preservation kicks in.

“Wait just a minute,” I shout. “This is wrong. You can’t take my underwear off me. It’s insane.” I’m fighting for my life here, kicking my legs despite my wrists being bound to the legs of the table.

“I’m warning you, if you do, you’ll find them wet, and you’ll think I want you. And yes, you three are very handsome, and of course, every female will feel the same—”

“Did you say you’re wet for us?” Sullivan asks, his voice carrying a hint of gruffness and a growl.

“Yes, and you don’t want to see that,” I respond as Gray steps in front of me. I’m only half aware of what he’s doing. “It’s not nice. You’ll be completely turned off, so just pull my panties back up and—no, no, no,” I continue, but two things happen.

Gray is removing the bindings on my wrists, and Sullivan and Porter are taking off my underwear.

Wetness from the fabric dots my thighs, which I try to squeeze shut, but it’s all in vain. They force my legs apart and drag my underwear off me. Freed from the material confines, my clit throbs more intensely, and more wetness seeps from me. I have no authority over my body. I, the quintessential control freak, have lost all control.

I try to stand now that I’m no longer bound, but Sullivan and Porter hold me down.

“Well, I told you, now you can’t unsee it, and it’s all your fault,” I say as I’m bent over the desk again. “Don’t blame me if you have to wash your eyes out with bleach. I told—”

“Avery, shut up,” Gray says, his tone devoid of humor, rough and husky all at once. He slips in behind me again.

I can’t see over my shoulder, but I feel the weight of their gazes on my body. I hear their rough, uneven breaths, which envelop me in heat.

I don’t need to see my behind to know that Porter’s spanking seared right through the cotton of my panties, and his handprints now mark my skin.

Goosebumps spring from my flesh as three warm, calloused hands brush over my reddened skin, recreating the same intensity I felt during the spanking, but deeper, more visceral, and more intimate. I can’t explain it.

Mayhem courses under my skin as their fingers travel to my inner thighs, now slick. I shut my eyes. Can they feel the blazing heat radiating from my center? I could scald their hands if they touched me there.