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“We should talk even though every part of me wants to lay you across my lap and spank you silly.” Edmund’s green eyes don’t leave mine.
“When he’s done, it’ll be my turn.” Troy’s deep, dominant voice goes straight to my pussy.
“I don’t—I mean—I thought you wanted to talk?”
“Actions speak louder than words, little girl.” Troy steps forward.
I know that if I move aside and let Troy and Edmund into my room, my ass will be spanked.
I know that it will probably hurt.
I know that they’re controlling, sadistic motherfuckers.
Easy decision. I move aside. “Well, get on with it, then.”
The room tilts sideways, then upside down as Troy hauls me over his shoulder. His palm cracks down hard on my ass, blazing hot through my jean shorts.
“We will tell you when and how you’ll be punished for your disobedience.” Edmund’s voice is quiet, but it echoes in my skull. “That’s not up to you, princess. That’s up to your daddies.”
I shriek. “Put me down!”
“Again, that’s up to us.” Troy spanks me again.
The world tilts around once more and their rough arms maneuver my body. I’m facing the floor, Troy’s thighs beneath me, my legs and head dangling down. Blood rushes to my face. Partly because of the position, but mostly from embarrassment. I thought I wanted to be spanked, but the reality is far different from the fantasy.
“Maybe we should talk instead?” I suggest.
Edmund’s laughter is sinister. “Oh, now she wants to talk.”
“Yes,” I say in my sweetest voice. “Now I want to talk.”
“Talk to me about your safeword, then.” Troy sounds amused.
They’re the biggest jerks in the whole world. “My safe word is red.”
“Good to know.” Troy—or maybe it’s Edmund—yanks down my shorts and panties.
I barely have a chance to register cool air hitting my ass before Troy spanks me. I yelp in surprise. It didn’t hurt much, but there’s more heat to it than there was last time he spanked me.
I wasn’t being punished then, though, not really.
This feels like a punishment. Especially when he does it again, just as hard. I don’t like this.
But I know I need it.
Still, I kick my legs up, trying to dislodge myself from his lap.
“I don’t think so, princess.” Edmund grabs my ankles and pins them in his hand, anchoring me in place.
Fuck this. I wiggle my hips instead.
Troy tightens his hold on my upper body and spanks me harder. “Are you sure you want to squirm, little girl? It would be a shame if I missed and accidentally spanked your pussy instead.”
“My—you wouldn’t?—”
“You might like it.” Edmund leans over and bites my calf.
Oh, fuck. It all hurts but it all feels good at the same time. Tingling heat spreads into a fire over my skin as Troy continues to spank me. I think Edmund alternates with him. I don’t wiggle anymore, I don’t try to get away. I want it, I crave it. Every rhythmic smack takes me higher.
