Page 15 of Their Little Christmas Bounty
Ariel
Ididn’t know it would be this good.How have I gone all my life without this delicious pain?It’s soft, but firm.There’s no stinging, stabbing sharpness to it.Just warm heat.My skin is flushed, my pussy wetter than it’s ever been before.
Quentin started it, but Austin and Lyle—mydaddies—are the ones to really turn me on.
Austin has a fiery look in his dark eyes.Days and days of pent-up frustration.I know, because I’m feeling it, too.All of the little taunts I sent them.All the photos, videos.Seeing how often they viewed my content.I imagined them jacking off to it, making themselves come while they watched me.
And now here they are.They’re even hotter in person.Austin’s sleeves are rolled halfway up his arms, exposing swirls and designs of ink.His face is covered in black stubble matching his hair.
Lyle is just as intimidating, standing about an inch taller than Austin.His black, long-sleeved shirt stretches over his broad chest and shoulders.He looks casually dangerous, with his dark, hazel eyes intent on me.His hair is auburn and messy, like he had it under a cap for most of the day.I want to run my fingers through it and mess it up even more.
Austin touches my chin, turning my face so I’m looking directly into his eyes.“Baby girl, your safeword isred.Understand?”
“Yeah.”
He shakes his head.“Yes, Daddy.”
A thrill moves through me, tightening my pussy.“Yes, Daddy.”
He nods.“I knew you could do it.I knew you could behave for us.”
“Might just be that she’s tied up and at our mercy,” Lyle says.
The way Lyle speaks makes me want to reassure them.I don’t want to disappoint him or Austin.“No, I’ll behave…Daddies.Even when I’m not tied up.”
Austin lifts the flogger.“We searched for you.For a week.”
He pulls back the flogger, then flicks it forward.The leather strands slap against my skin before sliding away.The heat from Quentin’s flogging reignites.
I don’t want to stare directly at him while he punishes me.Nor do I want to stare at Lyle.It feels wrong, somehow.I keep my eyes mostly downcast, but I’m aware of their attention.Both of them, watching me.Does it make them hard?Does it turn them on as much as it turns me on?
One slap of the flogger after another.My panties get wetter and wetter.Heat builds between my legs, pulsing there.Could I come from this, from being flogged?The idea is as embarrassing as it is arousing.
“My turn.”Lyle doesn’t take the flogger, but he does unfasten my ankles and wrists.
His touch on my skin is warm and soothing.He turns me around so I face the back of the room.
“I’m gonna spank this little ass of yours, Ariel.”He leans in and breathes against my ear.“You were very, very naughty.And you will feel what I’m doing.”
Emotions flood my heart, clogging upward into my throat.“I—I?—”
“You what, little girl?”
“I don’t want you to be mad at me?”I hate myself for saying it like a question, but the truth is, I don’t really know why I’m so upset right now.
Lyle refastens my bindings before kissing my cheek.“Oh, don’t worry.Once you’ve taken your spanking, your daddies won’t be mad at all.”
I turn my head to look at Austin.He seems the angriest between the two of them.But he nods.“It’s true.”
“Okay.”I face the back of the big X again.“I’ll take my spanking.”
Lyle’s fingertips grace my waist, then travel down to the band of my underwear.He slowly eases the fabric down, baring my ass to the rest of the club.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.It’s…humiliating and perverted and…
And it’s exactly what I need.
Lyle spanks me with his bare hand.I like the personal touch of it.If he’d used a paddle, it wouldn’t have the same impact.I liked the flogger—loved it, actually.But this bare-handed spanking is making me feel new and different things.
