Chapter 7
I looked at Jace, then at the paddle, then at his tightly stretched pants, and back at that paddle. It was long and rectangular and didn’t look at all friendly. Seven strokes with that thing would probably make the spanking I’d taken earlier seem like play.
“Lisa, I’m thirsty, and you’re holding things up.”
I glanced at Vance and Nick, both of them with wide grins, almost holding their breath. I knew it would be easier if I took it with my ass to them. Having to see them would be more humiliating than anything else. But when I took up the position Jace required, I moved without thinking, facing them squarely, bending over, placing my hands just above my knees and meeting their gazes.
I wanted this. I wanted them to watch me take it. I wanted them to witness my paddling. Nick stroked his cock through his pants while I waited. Jace stepped closer and lifted my skirt up over my back then twisted the plug to flip the tail up as well, exposing my cheeks.
“Seven strokes. You won’t move and you’ll keep the count. If you break position, I will add strokes, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He placed a hand at my lower back and held me against his thigh for support.
I almost softened at that gesture, almost, but then the first of the seven fell and all I could do was gasp for breath.
Fuck.
It hurt way more than his hand had.
“Lisa.”
“One.”
He struck again, the paddle large enough to hit both cheeks at once in exactly the same spot.
“Two. Oh God.”
“Just the count will do.”
Someone on the couch chuckled.
“Are you looking at Vance and Nick?” Jace asked.
I met their gazes, which were glued to mine. Tears made my vision blur, though, as the third stroke fell.
“Three.”
He waited, rubbing the paddle against my ass, gripping my waist. A tear dropped off my face and onto the carpet just as Jace struck, that fourth one nearly making me tumble forward as I cried out.
“Four!”
No one spoke as the next strokes landed, two, each with a pause in between which only made it that much more unbearable.
“Last one,” Jace said, giving me even longer on this one, that minute the longest of my life.
“Seven!”
“That’s a good girl.” Jace adjusted the tail then righted me, and I had to admit that the twist of the plug inside me added a whole other sensation to the agony of my paddling.
“Go get us some beers and serve dinner, Lisa.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed, unable to meet the eyes of the men on the sofa as I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
Once in the kitchen, I rubbed my butt, kneading the tender, hot flesh, tears escaping my eyes as I heard them pat Jace on the back.
I don’t know why I did it. Why I didn’t just walk out of the house and refuse. I should have done that. I should have wanted to do that. It wasn’t that he’d tell our parents about the pot. I wasn’t sure I cared if he did at this point. In fact, I bet he wouldn’t tell. But something else kept me there. Kept me going as I served drinks, my tail reminding me how exposed I was with each step, knowing three sets of eyes watched me even though they spoke as if I weren’t there at all. It made me even more aroused. Dinner went by without a hitch. Almost. Until I dropped a wine glass to the floor and it shattered. At least it had been empty, but all the same, Jace touched the paddle on the table.
“Oh, no, please. I’m sorry, Sir. It was an accident.”
“Is your ass sore, Lisa?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All right, how about a choice. Time on the couch, your skirt lifted, like you were earlier, or take six strokes of the paddle.”
Why did submission make me so fucking hot? Even as it humiliated me, I dripped.
“How long?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Sir?” I added.
“Until it’s time for dessert.”
I glanced at the paddle then at the men. They’d all seen me already. “Why would this matter?”
“I’ll take the couch, Sir.”
He nodded. “Go ahead then. Push that ass out so we can see it properly. If you don’t, you’ll get paddled beforehand anyway.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lisa?” he called out as I knelt on the couch.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Are you aroused? Don’t lie.”
I felt heat spread over my neck, face, and ears. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Jace gestured for me to get on with it, and I positioned myself as he wanted, on my knees, my ass to his guests, and lifted my skirt up over my hips. I then settled in and waited until I was excused, all the while feeling the slippery evidence of my arousal dripping down my thighs.
Jace~
It wouldn’t have been possible for my cock to be any harder by the time Vance and Nick left. Their cocks, too, I imagined. Difference was, my happy ending was waiting for me on her knees, her ass bared, her cunt wet and greedy. She’d been sent back to the couch after dessert, but one look at her dripping pussy told me she was as aroused as I.
“You were very good, Lisa.”
“You were a jerk.”
“I think you like me being a jerk.”
She didn’t affirm or deny. I pulled my shirt over my head as she watched, then undid my pants and pushed them and my underwear down to my knees.
“You make me hard,” I said, stroking my cock.
She watched, licking her lips, and I touched the head of it to her ass cheek, wiping the drop of pre-cum there.
“I don’t want to come in my hand, Lisa.”
She shook her head at the idea.
“I need to fuck you. I’ve been needing to since I licked your cunt. Hell, since I took you over my knee earlier today.”
“Me too, Jace. God, I’m dying here.”
“Then show me your cunt.”
With dark, lustful eyes, she reached back to twist the plug and lift the tail out of the way. She then arched her back and looked at me. “Fuck me, Jace. Give it to me hard. I need it.”
I gripped her hips, her words alone almost making me come. Pulling her backward, I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust in in one long, hard push. She was ready for me; the juices on her thighs and dripping cunt told me that much. She cried out, and I reached around to take her clit. Her cunt was tight and hot, and I fucked her hard, pressing the heel of my hand against the plug as I did, hearing her moans of pleasure, and, when her pussy squeezed my cock as she came, I throbbed inside her, filling her with my seed, calling out her name as I gripped a handful of hair to tug her head backward, wanting to watch her come, wanting her to watch me.
Fuck.
I looked over at Lisa asleep next to me. My head pounded and I squinted against the sunshine, making my way out of the bed quietly to pull the curtains closed. My brain asked me, not too gently, what the fuck I though I was doing. When I’d offered this weekend as an out for me not telling our parents about her latest run-in with the authorities, it truly was with the intention of teaching her a lesson, trying to break through the wall she had built around herself that made her so much — not herself. But then I’d gone and fucked her.
Shit.
Had this been my motivation from the start? Could I be really honest with myself here? Was this my plan all along? To lure her into my bed? I watched her quietly, her breathing deep, her face so completely relaxed. She really looked like the Lisa I remembered from a few years ago. The sweet, kind, lost one. The one who’d trusted me. The one who, when backed into a corner, I’d pretty much bent over the barrel and fucked.
I was depraved.
Head still pounding, I pulled on a pair of swim trunks and went out to the beach. I’d swim. It would clear my head. It would punish my body. It would hopefully help me make sense of what I’d done and how to now fix the mess I was in. The one we were both in.