Chapter 9

"Stop! Please stop! I can't take anymore, it hurts so bad," Ailene cried out.

"Nae until you've had a total of 100 swats, my Lady," Frang said. "You can take it. Many others have before you."

Stuart knelt on the floor by her head and he began smoothing her hair, wiping away her tears, while whispering to her. "I've gotten many a strapping myself in the past. Let the pain wash over you. Go to a lovely place, a lovely time, in your head. Think about that, not the pain, it will become less."

Just as she had that very morning, she thought again of her marriage night, the pleasure that she shared with Stuart. It was easier with him touching her head, her face, and his whispered, "You can take it, you can. You'll be fine, the pain will pass," over and over again. And soon, it was just as he'd said, the pain diminished. She felt it rolling off her like dew on the wet grass. The scraping of her nipples against the table, the fire torching her ass metamorphosed from something painful to a welcome warmth spreading from her ass cheeks to her sex, to her breasts and back again to her sex. With his gentle voice whispering in her ear, the spreading heat of the spanking worming it's way throughout her body; she felt her nipples stiffen to hard little points and her sex open and moisten. Her cries gradually became moans and it appeared to Thorburn that her ass was trying to rise to meet his strokes, despite her being tied down.

Frang was counting down the strokes, "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine." When he reached one hundred, Thorburn stopped.

He said, "Stuart, you're going to have to be careful of this one. She appears to be one of those people who becomes aroused by a good strapping. If she likes it too much, you may find her getting into trouble just to receive one. It kind of defeats the purpose of punishment."

Stuart asked her, "Is it true? Are you aroused right now?" His hand still stroked her cheek.

"You told me to go to a lovely time in my head. I went to our wedding night and remembered the pleasure we shared. Then it finally stopped hurting and began to feel good," she replied. "So aye, I'm aroused."

"Well, I hope that makes what comes next easier for you. I told you that we," and he pointed to his brothers, "share everything. We really do share everything, EVERYTHING," he stressed. "I'm going to share you with them today. That I have nae done so before is only because our marriage was new, and you were unfamiliar with our ways. The time as come for my brothers to experience you, to pleasure you and for you to pleasure and please them as you have me."

"Nae, Stuart! It's unnatural! Dinna make me do this. My God, you just saved me from rape today from those two outlaws, and now you're going to let your brother's rape me instead? Are you mad, husband, that you would give me to others, have me do with them what only you and I have shared together?" Ailene began wrenching at her bonds, trying to get loose. If she was free, she'd be slapping him silly.

"Nae mad, merely proud. Proud of you and all that you are; beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving. I would have them know you as I know you, in every way."

Ailene said, "Nae, nae, a thousand times nae. I am nae some prize hound or champion horse to be given away. I'm me, a person, your wife. How could you love me if I'm fucking other men? How could I love you if you think so little of me that you would have me whore myself to another man?"

"I dinna want you fucking all other men, just these two men. It's because I love you that I would have them with you. And because I love them. If I cared nothing for you, I would nae share you. I don't give them my broken swords, my sway-backed horse, my toothless hound. Those things are worthless and unworthy of them. I can only give them what I most love, and that is you, my wife. You are worthy to be given and they are worthy to be given to you," Stuart said.

Stuart placed the back of his hand on her cheek and stroked it. "I will love you more for knowing that they love you and you love them as I love you all."

As he was speaking, she felt a hand touching her reddened ass. The hand was gently soothing, the touch light and feather soft.

She realized it was Frang when she felt another arm on her back and Thorburn said beside her, "It's true. All that we love, we give to one another. It's something we've done as long as I can remember. I canna remember if it was something that Beatrix enforced because we all came from different mother's, or we just naturally started on our own."

Frang said from behind her where he was standing and stroking her buttocks, "There's rules involved, of course. Only Stuart may have you here," and his fingers lightly brushed her moist sex, causing her to shiver a little as she was still aroused by the strapping. "There must never be a question about the paternity of any children. Only he can give you a child."

"And we will never do anything in public, to cause anyone to question your love and devotion to your husband. It will remain a secret between us," Thorburn added.

"You will be treated as Stuart treats you. He may share you, but you're still his wife and we will never forget that," Frang added. He followed that by lowering his head and licking her slit slowly from the nubbin of flesh at the front to the entrance to her bottom.

Again she shivered in her bonds, her eyes closed. Frang was as adept with his tongue as Stuart. It made no sense to her. Stuart was going to hate her. He was going to remember her having sex with his brothers and it would eat at him. He would see it in his mind, see her release for another man, see her cry out for them when they pleasured her and he would grow to hate her. She knew that if he was with another woman, she would hate it, hate her, hate Stuart. She could nae imagine him with his cock in another woman without becoming enraged. What was he doing? She quivered again as Frang's tongue reversed direction and it traveled from her ass, along and through the folds of her sex to her clit. Were all the Cameron men so talented with their tongues?