Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Golden Angel

  I met his gaze. “Why were you so angry before then? Why aren’t you still angry?”

  “I wasn’t angry that you were a whore,” he said, then paused. “I wish it hadn’t been necessary for you to become one, but I wasn’t angry. I was angry, you lied.”

  “He has a thing about lies,” William said.

  “I don’t trust easily,” Clive admitted. “So, when I do and find out I was lied to, it hurts. It makes me wonder what else the person lied about, and when the person is someone I love…” His voice trailed off, and then he shrugged. “I started to wonder if everything you’d said to us was a lie.”

  “No!” I squeezed his hand tight. Out of all the possibilities, that had not been one I’d considered. “I’m so sorry… I never… I never meant to hurt you.” I hadn’t really thought I could.

  “We know, sweetheart,” William said sympathetically. “You’ll be punished for lying, and that will wipe the slate clean, and we can start over.”

  “P-p-punished?” That was the last thing I expected to hear, especially from my sweet William. Usually, Clive was the threatening one, although he’d never made me feel unsafe. Even when he’d been mad and yelling insults, I hadn’t feared he’d physically hurt me.

  But ‘punishment’ sounded very ominous.

  “We would never harm you, Sassy,” Clive said seriously, his thumb stroking over my hand. “But we are going to spank you for lying to us.”

  “Spank me?” Like a child? Put me over their laps and use their hands to smack my upturned bottom? Heat rose in my cheeks when the image that flashed through my mind caused a very odd and unexpected reaction in my body.

  “Spank you,” William confirmed.

  “But that will hurt,” I protested, not at all sure how I felt about this turn of events.

  A part of me was intrigued by the idea, but another part was repelled. I trusted my husbands not to really hurt me, but that didn’t mean I liked the idea—at least, most of me didn’t. And I was not at all comfortable with the part of me becoming aroused while thinking about being spanked, of all things.

  After being kidnapped, threatened, seeing my husbands have to kill to save us all, and then fainting, how could I possibly be aroused? Especially by the idea of being spanked?

  “It will hurt, yes.” Clive’s gaze turned stern. “The next time you think about lying, you’ll remember that it hurt, and it wasn’t worth doing.”

  I hunched my shoulders on the pillow. “I wasn’t going to again, anyway,” I muttered.

  “Glad to hear it,” Clive said, giving my hand another little squeeze. “But you’ll still be punished.”

  William nodded his agreement, and I sighed. I certainly couldn’t fight both of them.

  “Now,” Clive said, pinning me with his gaze. “I want you to tell us everything.”

  So, I did. I didn’t give them specific details, but I told them about my father’s death, my vain attempts to find a job in London, Mrs. Burk finding and rescuing me—both of them tensed at my description, but that’s what she had done. I could have ended up with a far worse fate. Of course, she eventually betrayed me, but before that, she had saved me.

  I told them about befriending the other women in Mrs. Burk’s house and how I’d become comfortable there. I told them about Lord Carmichael’s initial interest in me and the rumors about the woman who had disappeared with him. I told them about fighting him off and my escape to the docks, using the money I stole from him to buy my passage on a boat to New York, then finding my new housing and a factory job once I was there. And finally, about my fears, Carmichael would follow and my relief when I’d seen their ad.

  Then my two men laid down on either side, holding me until I fell back asleep, feeling completely and utterly safe.

  William

  * * *

  The next few days weren’t easy on any of us. The Sheriff had to do a thorough report, which took both Clive and me away from the ranch on the first day we were already taking turns staying with Sassy. She finally shooed us away, insisting she was well enough to take care of herself during the day, even though we forbade her from doing any strenuous housework.

  I thought Clive was going to spank her right then and there, the day we came home to find she’d done the wash.

  “It wasn’t that difficult,” Sassy protested, backing away with her hands over her bottom, a pretty flush rising in her cheeks. “I took it in small loads, so I didn’t have to carry anything heavy.”

  “Which meant it took longer than usual when you should have been resting,” Clive retorted, his arms crossed over his chest. I leaned against the kitchen table, thoughtfully watching our wife.

  She had recovered quickly, even though Clive and I worried. My cock ached as I stared at her. We hadn’t made love to her since she’d been kidnapped, too worried about the knock to her head and the various bruises she’d been dealt. Most of those were already healing, though, and so was her head.

  As far as I knew, she hadn’t had a single headache the past two days.

  Sassy groaned. “I’m tired of resting, Clive. I need to do something with my time, or I’ll go mad.”

  “You could have dusted or something,” Clive said, taking another step toward her. Sassy rolled her eyes, likely because she’d spent the day before yesterday, dusting. The house was already about as clean as it could get, and all our mending was done. What we had been short on were clean clothes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, wife, or I’ll put you over my knee right now.”

  Sassy wrinkled her nose at him.

  “If I can’t handle doing the laundry, I certainly can’t handle being spanked,” she retorted.

  “I agree,” I said, startling both of them. Clive’s head whipped around, a frown descending on his brow, while Sassy’s eyes went wide. She was just as startled as Clive.

  “You do?” They both asked at the same time, albeit with different inflections.

  “I do.” I straightened up, a slow grin spreading on my face. “But since Sassy clearly was able to handle doing the laundry, she should also be able to handle being spanked. Which means it’s time we discussed her lying.”

  “That’s not what I meant!” Sassy squeaked, backing up another step.

  “You can’t have it both ways, sweetheart,” Clive said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Well, neither can you,” she sassed back, fully living up to her name. “You don’t think I’m fit enough to do laundry; therefore, I can’t be fit enough for a spanking.”

  “A compromise then,” I said. “We’ll give you this evening and tomorrow to rest, then spank you tomorrow night.”

  “Sounds fair.” Clive grinned. “Don’t you think so, Sassy?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You want me to agree to my own spanking?”

  “Of course.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “There’s no point in punishing you unless you accept that you deserve it and want to change your ways. So, since you feel fit enough to have done the laundry today, will you be ready to accept your punishment tomorrow for lying to us?”

  Cheeks turning pink, Sassy’s gaze slid away from mine, her head dropping down, and she nodded—a short, quick nod, but she agreed. Satisfaction rose up inside me.

  “Good girl,” I said, walking forward. This time, she didn’t retreat. Cupping her chin, I tilted her head back for a kiss.

  “Very good girl,” Clive agreed as my lips pressed against hers. I could feel him coming up to my side, watching as my lips moved over hers.

  We’d been so gentle with her, waiting for her to recover, barely doing more than brush her lips with our own. This time was different. If Sassy felt well enough to start taking on some of the more arduous household chores, she was certainly well enough for a more energetic kiss.

  My cock thickened as I plundered her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up fervor that had built up over the past few days.

  Clive agreed. As soon as I released Sassy, he swept her up, kissing her just as thoroughly and le
aving her panting. Her eyes sparkled when he finally let her go, and I could see the hard nubs of her nipples pressing against her dress. Hell, I wanted her so bad… but we needed to wait.

  That was something else Clive and I had discussed. The next time we took Sassy to bed, we wanted to claim her—fully.

  “If she’s getting a spanking tomorrow, I think she needs the plug tonight.” My already hard cock throbbed with approval. Sassy groaned as Clive nodded his agreement.

  Sassy

  * * *

  Bent over the kitchen table, my skirts up around my hips, I whimpered as two slick fingers pushed into my backside. The tight little hole stretched open, the slight burn of being filled, making me squirm in discomfort.

  “Why do I need a plug if I’m getting a spanking?” I asked plaintively.

  My husbands had handled me like glass the past few days, and while at first, I had appreciated their thoughtfulness, today, I had gotten antsy for more than soft kisses and light caresses. I wanted to feel them again. I had thought doing the laundry would show them I was feeling much better, but that hadn’t gone quite the way I’d thought it would.

  The fingers inside me twisted, and my breath hitched, pleasure sliding through me at the sensation. Having my bottom played with, instead of my pussy, was an awful tease, especially after so many days without any sexual satisfaction. I wanted them, not the plug.

  “Oh, the plug isn’t for the spanking, not really,” William said, moving his fingers back and forth in my ass. I gasped, pussy clenching as he fucked my bottom with the thick digits, mimicking the sex act. “It’s for what we’re going to do after.”

  Fingers gripped my hair, right at the base of my skull, and Clive tugged, pulling my head back, so he could look at me. His dark eyes were full of lustful promise.

  “Tomorrow, sweetheart, we’re going to spank you and wipe the slate clean. And once we have that nice, clean slate, we’re going to claim you.”

  “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy.” William picked up the thread of conversation from Clive, his fingers still moving inside of me, propelling my arousal to new heights. “And Clive is going to fuck this lovely ass.”

  “So, you need the plug to prepare,” Clive finished, lowering his lips to mine for a ruthless kiss that left me reeling almost as much as the vivid picture they painted.

  William’s fingers withdrew, then I felt the hard nose of the plug pushing into me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut against Clive’s intense gaze. I could feel him watching me, documenting every tiny change in my expression as William pumped the plug back and forth, forcing my bottom open wider and wider until I cried out as the widest part of the plug breached my entrance.

  The sharp pain was over almost as soon as it began, the rest of the plug easily pushing inside. I shuddered. It felt huge. I didn’t know if they’d used a larger plug, or if it just felt that way because I had gone so many days without it, but it felt much larger than I remembered. I panted for breath as Clive slowly lowered my head down to the table.

  William’s fingers swept through the slick folds of my pussy, and my hips jerked, but he pulled away before I could begin to enjoy the stimulation.

  Leaning over me, he whispered in my ear, “Tomorrow, sweetheart.”

  14

  Clive

  * * *

  I don’t think William and I had ever worked so damn fast in our lives. Both of us knew what was waiting for us at the end of the day, and neither of us wanted to wait one moment longer than we had to before we could punish and claim our wife. We stopped by the creek on the way home to quickly scrub ourselves clean, changing into the clothing we’d packed in our saddlebags. It was an extra effort and a small delay, but tonight was a special night.

  Sassy was waiting for us when we walked into the house, her head coming up, then ducking back down as she bent over the stew simmering on the stove.

  “What, no greeting?” William teased. Normally, she jumped up to greet us. We knew why she was feeling more uncomfortable today, but it was still amusing.

  “I… yes, of course.” Flushing bright red, Sassy hurried forward to give us our kisses, William first, then me.

  William crowded in behind her, his hands sliding down her back to her bottom as I kissed her, making her squeak and squirm between us. My cock was already achingly hard. Pressing her softness against me, I claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. Then I released her, turning her back around to face William for another kiss, so I could caress her as I undid the buttons on her dress. We passed her back and forth between us, stripping her down and stealing her breath with kisses.

  I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple and making her moan against William’s lips. He slid his hand between her legs, stroking her wetness as she gasped against mine.

  Once she was completely naked, I spun her back around to kiss William again, while I settled onto one of the chairs, watching and waiting. My hand was already itchy with anticipation, my cock throbbing and waiting. When he turned her around, she turned bright red when she saw me sitting there, and her head ducked down again.

  “Time for your punishment,” I said sternly, patting my thigh. “Come here and put yourself over my lap, Sassy.”

  She hesitated, but William took her hand and led her over, helping her bend, so her bottom was high in the air. My hand rested on that pretty curve of flesh, fingertips almost touching the flat base of the plug buried between her cheeks. The bulge of my cock pressed against her side, and she squirmed against it, rubbing the thick length through my pants, and making me groan.

  “Do you understand why you’re being punished, Sassy?” William asked, rubbing the small of her back.

  Sassy turned her head to look at him, her voice quivering.

  “Because I lied. I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t marry me if you knew.”

  “I can understand that,” I said, patting her bottom gently. “But after we were married, I’d like to think you were getting to know us well enough to trust us.”

  “I…” Her voice trailed off before returning, more tearfully. “I’m sorry.”

  “We know, sweetheart,” William said.

  “Now, I’m going to give you something to think about the next time you’re tempted to tell a lie.” Raising my hand, I brought it down on her bottom, hard enough to sting.

  Sassy

  * * *

  “Ow!” I jerked against Clive’s legs, but there was more surprise in my voice than pain. My bottom clenching around the plug was more uncomfortable than the swat that had just landed on my upturned cheeks.

  Clive’s hand came down again and again with short, crisp swats that stung when they landed, but the sensation quickly morphed into a general warmth until another swat slapped against my skin. I squirmed, panting as my bottom heated.

  This wasn’t so bad. Not really. In fact, it was rather arousing. Something about being over Clive’s lap, my side pressed against his hard cock, his hand coming down on my ass, and William watching from behind, made me all achy and needy. Or maybe it was because I knew what was coming after this. My pussy pulsed in anticipation.

  “That’s a nice rosy pink hue,” William said admiringly, and I blushed, thankful they couldn’t see my face. “Her pussy is nice and slick, too. I think she’s enjoying this.”

  “Then I guess we can be done with the warmup,” Clive said.

  Wait… warmup?

  The next swat made me shriek, my body jerking upright, but both men’s hands pushed my upper body back down, so Clive could land another hard swat to my backside. These swats didn’t sting, they burned, little explosions of fire every time Clive’s hand landed.

  “Ow! Ow! I’m sorry! Oh, please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!”

  With their hands holding me in place, I could do no more than squirm and shriek apologies as my bottom cheeks went from warm and tingly to fiery hot and throbbing under Clive’s firm hand. My legs kicked, and tears slid down my cheeks.

  I should
have trusted them.

  I wished I had trusted them.

  I wished I had been the one to tell them about my past. To show them how much I loved them. To let them show me how much they loved me.

  I began to sob in earnest, Clive’s hand beating out a rapid tattoo on my bottom, but it didn’t feel the same as when I’d cried after seeing him and William fight. These weren’t guilt-ridden tears of anguish. They were freeing tears of absolution—acknowledging the frightened girl I’d been, the frightened young woman I’d turned into, and finally, the strong woman I’d become—a woman who loved her husbands and was loved in return. Despite the seared state of my buttocks, I felt nothing but relief and joy… well, emotionally, at least.

  The spanking finally stopped, leaving me limp over Clive’s lap, my bottom pulsating from the painful blaze his hand had ignited. I was lifted upright, wincing when my sore, throbbing cheeks touched the rough fabric of his pants.

  “It’s all done, Sassy,” Clive said soothingly.

  “You took your punishment so well,” William praised, kneeling beside us, so he could hold me from the other side.

  “I love you.” The words blurted out of me, unable to hold them back any longer. “I love you both so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you before, or I did, but I didn’t act like it—”

  “Shh, shh,” they cut me off, soothing me.

  “Slate’s wiped clean, remember?” William smiled and leaned forward to kiss my tear-stained cheek. “Now, then. I think we should move on to the next part of our evening.”

  “Dinner?” Clive asked. “That stew smells good.” I giggled, and William scowled at him. Clive’s sense of humor came out at the oddest times.

  “Please,” I said, winding my arms about Clive’s neck. “I want you both.”

  “As my lady wishes,” Clive said, standing with me in his arms. William grinned and darted in front of us, heading for the bedroom. He had the door open and disappeared inside, and by the time we entered, he was already stripping down.