by Loki Renard
Sarah’s jaw dropped. “But… I… Earnest… I already… there’s nothing left of me to spank!”
Robert smirked without any kind of humor. “There’s always more to spank, you just have to be inventive.”
Sarah looked at Austin. He was watching proceedings with an approving eye, as was Earnest. Her plaintive gaze went from man to man, until she realized that all of them were in complete accord and she was in some real trouble. Warmth flooded her belly and her heart at about the same time as her knees began to tremble. She was cared for more than she had known… and she was in way more trouble than she could even begin to imagine.
“If I say I’m really, really, really, really, really sorry, will that help?”
“Remorse is always a good sign,” Robert replied. “Contrition is good too. I suspect you are feeling some of both already. You will be very familiar with them by the time we are done with you.”
Sarah let out a little whimper. She did not want to be in trouble anymore. Instinctively, she sank to her knees, assuming the position Austin had taught her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking at Robert with wide eyes. “I never meant to be bad. I didn’t… I just… I thought… I promise I won’t…” All sorts of half-formed thoughts came pouring out in what amounted to a babbling plea for clemency.
Robert glanced at Earnest and Austin and for a second, she thought she saw some hint of mercy in his eyes. Then he looked back down at her and it was gone. She was back before the stern judge.
“You’re going to be disciplined,” he said. “Because you need to internalize the lesson. If I let you go now, you’ll never really learn. But listen to me, Sarah. You’re a good girl, and a credit to your master. What happens over the next few days isn’t about punishing you because you’re bad. It’s about teaching you a lesson you absolutely must learn. Now, go to bed. You need your rest.”
Sarah got up and ran to Austin, burying her face in his chest as she cried fresh tears. “I don’t want to be in trouble anymore,” she sniffed. “I don’t want to be disciplined.”
“I know,” he soothed her gently. “But that’s what you need, sweetheart. Now come on, let’s get some rest.”
Chapter Seven
Sarah woke up early the next morning and briefly considered running away all over again. The prospect of being at the mercy of all three dominant men was a little much for her to comfortably stomach. She showered, dressed in her thickest jeans and longest tunic and went out to see if she could get something to eat, having scented food.
Anastasia was cooking breakfast, eggs and croissants and bacon and orange juice. Healthy and hearty. She was doing it with a refined sort of perfection that made Sarah feel inadequate and jealous, but she did not have time for those feelings right then. She needed help.
“Anastasia,” she said, gripping the woman’s arm. “You have to distract Robert today. And Earnest too, if you can.”
Anastasia gave her a sympathetic smile. “I know you’re in trouble,” she said. “But I can’t help you avoid what’s coming to you, honey.”
“But…”
“Listen,” she said, leaning in and lowering her voice. “Robert likes to pretend to be very stern and unyielding, but he’s a complete softie for anyone who shows real contrition. Throw yourself on his mercy and you’ll get off lightly.”
“Okay,” Sarah nodded. “Any other advice?”
“You’re supposed to be confined to your cabin,” Anastasia said. “I’d suggest getting back there before Robert sees you.”
“Oh, shoot, I forgot!” Swearing under her breath, Sarah skedaddled back to the cabin. Unfortunately for her, Austin was not the only occupant. Robert was already there, and as she came sliding in the door, both of them looked up and frowned.
There was only one thing for it. Sarah threw herself face down on the floor.
The brief, stunned silence was broken by Robert.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m begging for your mercy,” she said, her words muffled by floor and dust.
There was a short pause.
“Sit up, girl,” he ordered sharply, frowning down at her. “Is this your way of trying to avoid your due?”
“It’s my way of showing contrition,” she said as she sat up on her knees. “Because I have a lot of contrition. What the…”
Her eyes widened as she realized that Robert was holding something in his hand. A cane. A fucking cane.
“No way.” Sarah shook her head vigorously, all thought of contrition heading out the window at full speed. “No way… noooo way.”
The judge pointed to the bed with the whippy end of his instrument of ass destruction. “Bend over the bed, Sarah.”
“No.”
“Outright refusal doesn’t go very far in proving your contrition,” Robert said sternly. “I can have Austin and Earnest hold you in place if you like.”
“I can have Austin and Earnest shove that thing…” Sarah didn’t finish her sentence for two reasons. One, she was fairly sure Robert got the gist of the message, and two, he was giving her a look that chilled her to her very core. It was the look she imagined he probably gave hardened criminals before sending them off to serve life in prison or something equally horrendous.
“You, my girl, have blown through most of my good will,” Robert said. “Put yourself in position this instant.”
Austin was still there, she knew that, but he was yet to break his silence. His presence was reassuring, but at the same time it was obvious he wasn’t going to help her get off easy.
“No,” Sarah repeated, a little more softly this time. “I don’t want to be caned.”
“Robert.” Austin said the man’s name. Sarah saw a glance pass between them that contained silent information. Robert nodded and sat down on the bed.
“Come here.”
She sidled toward him, just enough to allow him to reach out and pull her the rest of the way. Robert eased her over his lap and she went without complaint. This was less scary than the prospect of bending over and having her backside caned.
Sarah felt the judge’s palm on her bottom, and then something else, the press of the cane. Apparently he was going to use the implement anyway, just with a much shorter stroke and with her over his lap, cozied up against his body.
“You’re not ready for a proper caning, are you?” Robert said. “I forget sometimes how new you are to all of this.”
Just as Sarah thought she was about to be shown mercy, the cane landed in a hard, cracking stroke that made her stiffen and squeal in response. It was a very, very unpleasant instrument of discipline indeed and even from that one little stroke she knew she was glad she had not consented to lie over the bed.
“Ow!” she complained. “That really, really hurts.”
“It’s supposed to really, really hurt,” Robert informed her. “So you think really, really hard about what you want to do next time you decide that taking off into the woods seems like a good idea.”
With that, he delivered another stroke that caught both her cheeks. Her panties were still up but they might as well have been tossed into the fires of Hades for all the good they did. When the cane came down, it brought with it such a fearsome sting that Sarah was sure her bottom would never be the same. After three more strokes, four in total, she had experienced her fill and was determined not to endure any more.
“Will you let me go now?”
Crack! The cane landed again, answering her more effectively than Robert ever could have with words.
“I’m dying!” Sarah squealed. “I am going to need surgery!”
“What kind of surgery are you going to need?” Robert’s dry question offset her near hysterical tone.
“A buttectomy! I’m going to need a whole new one! Please! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m the sorriest I’ve ever been, even more sorry than that time you made me go to jail and I had to pee in front of other ladies for three days!”
She was babbling and she knew it, but she
couldn’t stop. She would have said anything to convince Robert to cease the caning. If there was a combination of words that would work, she was determined to find it in the next sixty seconds or die trying.
“Sarah.”
His deep intonation of her name cut through her chatter and made her fall silent.
“Do you know why you’re over my lap having your bottom striped?”
She knew the answer to that one. “Because I ran away!”
The cane landed hard across her bottom. “No.”
“Then why!”
“Because you forgot the most important thing. That you’re part of us,” Robert said. “You belong to Austin, and you and Austin are part of our family.”
“That’s the same thing…ow!” she screeched as the cane landed yet again.
“It’s not,” Robert said. “Your running away was one problem, but the greater problem was the reason why you did it. Because you thought you were something separate, an outsider. And you’re not.”
It was all a little too much for Sarah to understand while her bottom was burning so hot she felt as though it might melt off.
“Why do you think Austin is allowing Earnest and me to lay hands on you? To discipline you?”
“Because his arm gets tired?”
The cane landed again at her little joke, dissuading her from making another.
“Because what you do affects all of us,” he said. “If we had lost you, we would all have been hurt. This is the one lesson you seem most reluctant to learn.”
“I said I was sorry,” she sniffed, her bottom wagging back and forth in a completely fruitless attempt to soothe her skin.
“It’s not about being sorry,” Robert replied. “It’s about understanding and learning the lesson we’re trying to teach you. You’re over my lap because I care what happens to you. And you’re going to find yourself in much the same position with Earnest for the same reason. When Austin made you his, he also made you ours.”
She understood, intellectually at least. Her bottom certainly understood.
“I get it,” she said, sniffling.
“I hope you do,” Robert said firmly. “Because frankly, Sarah, I don’t think your cute little butt can keep up with the trouble you’re going to get yourself in if you don’t.”
He laid the cane down and peeled her panties down. She became tense, thinking he was going to continue the punishment. He certainly didn’t seem happy with her. There was the sound of a cap being popped off a tube and then a few moments later she felt a cooling gel being rubbed into her skin.
“This is arnica,” he said. “It’s going to help ease some of the worst of this.”
His fingers roamed her bottom, rubbing the gel in without any kind of lascivious or sexual intent. This really was purely about discipline for Robert. When the last of the gel was rubbed in and she no longer felt like crying, Robert helped her up from his lap, gave her a hug, and delivered her to Austin’s waiting arms.
Robert left then, leaving Sarah to snuggle sadly into Austin and whimper about the punishment she had received.
“Why did you let him do that? He’s so… fucking mean!”
Austin cuddled her close and kissed the top of her head. “I could keep you all to myself,” he said. “But then you wouldn’t have the pack experience.”
“Is that what we are? A pack?”
“It’s a word that works,” Austin said. “And maybe it’s one that will help you understand what’s happening here. It’s not family in the sense we think of family. It’s not friendship either. You could even call it tribal, if you were so inclined. What really matters is that you know there’s a place here for you… if you want it. Do you?”
She did want it. In spite of the fact that she’d never had such a sore bottom before. She’d never been handled quite so much, confronted so much, been caught and disciplined so much, but she’d also never felt quite so enveloped in care. As an artist, she had been the object of approval and even adulation sometimes. Among her friends she had found camaraderie, but this was something else. This was a closeness that started at the core.
“I do,” she admitted, nuzzling against his chest. “I really do.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I want that for you and the others, well, you know the others adore you.”
“They have a funny way of showing it,” Sarah said, ruefully rubbing her bottom.
“They have the perfect way of showing it,” Austin replied. “You’re never going to feel as safe, as cared for or as watched over as you do when we’re all together, and you know that, don’t you?”
She did.
Chapter Eight
The next day dawned, and with it, the knowledge for Sarah that she still had one man to face. Earnest. Robert was intimidating by merit of being a man who handed down judgment and punishment as a profession. Earnest was intimidating simply by being himself.
“Do we really have to do this?” She sat in Austin’s lap and looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “I’ve learned my lesson, I promise I have.”
The knock at the door made her heart sink. It was even worse when Austin opened the door and Earnest came in, the sleeves of his shirt already rolled up to his elbows so as to leave his forearms free.
Sarah briefly considered crawling under the bed and refusing to come out, but she knew better than that. She could do nothing but sit there and look sheepish as Earnest came and joined them at the little breakfast table.
“How are you this morning, Sarah?”
“Terrible,” she said. “I did something silly two days ago and I’m still paying for it.”
“How long do you think you would have paid for it if a bear had found you?”
Sarah didn’t reply. It was clearly a rhetorical question, and more than that, one designed to let her know that he was not feeling sorry for her in the slightest.
“Come here,” he said, his voice gruff. In spite of her instinct to hurl herself back out the window and run as far and as fast as she could, she did as she was told. She left Austin’s lap and edged closer and closer to Earnest until he reached out and pulled her into an entirely unexpected hug.
His display of affection broke down what little resistance she had left, and she started to cry. “Earnest,” she sniffed against his chest, her tears wetting his shirt. “I can’t. Please don’t…”
She looked up into his eyes and saw something she’d never seen before. Softness. Earnest wrapped one protective arm around her and patted her bottom.
“And if I don’t spank you today, what shall I do with you, pet?”
That question held myriad possibilities in answer.
“I don’t know,” she said in a small voice.
“What do you think, Austin?”
“I’m sure we can come up with something,” Austin drawled.
“Let’s start with having you in your bra and panties, nothing more,” Earnest said.
Sarah blushed and glanced at Austin, who nodded. To her surprise, the notion of disrobing in front of Earnest was not as worrisome as it might have been. As much as she might not always like the stern man waiting for her to shed her outer clothing, she did trust him.
She slipped off her sweater and her leggings and ended up in her underwear, vulnerable and at the mercy of two dominant men. She should have been scared, or at least a little embarrassed, but it seemed that her body had other reactions planned. She was aroused.
When Earnest took her by the hand, sat down, and pulled her over his thighs, she made no complaint of any kind. He took his time, smoothing his hand over her bottom and settling the hem of her panties just so before beginning to spank her lightly. The swats were not hard enough to cause any kind of heat or sting. The only purpose they served was to stimulate her.
Within minutes of that oh so gentle treatment, she was impossibly aroused. Her pussy was lubricated enough to soak her panties and she was almost certain that both Earnest and Austin could scent her arousal.
; But it was not her pussy Earnest had a mind to use for the purposes of teaching her a lesson. He soon pulled her panties down, which she welcomed in the hope that she would get some kind of pussy play, but that was not to be.
All embarrassment at being partially naked was gone. She knew her privates were on very public display, but that didn’t matter anymore. She was Austin’s and she was Earnest’s and it was natural for them to see her this way.
When Earnest produced a plug complete with a short, dark tail, she was not surprised. She was, however intimidated by the size of it. It seemed much larger than anything she had taken before—much larger than the one Austin had used on her. That fact was not taken into much account, however, as Earnest prepared her carefully by rubbing lubricant around the clenching bud of her anus and inside the tight ring of muscle.
A hard spanking would have been less embarrassing than this, being handled so intimately and yet with a somewhat casual air, as if her bottom were just another part of her Earnest was allowed to touch, as if her tight little hole was as much his as it was hers. She felt his fingers penetrating her over and over and looked to Austin for guidance. His eyes were locked on her bottom, enjoying the sight of his pet being prepared for her punishment.
Panting and whimpering, Sarah squirmed back and forth, earning herself a slap and a firm, “Stay still,” from Earnest. She quieted down, doing her best to be obedient in spite of the fact that her body was in a total tumult. Pink-cheeked and red-faced, she could do nothing but lie nicely over Earnest’s lap as he slid two fingers into her bottom hole and held them there, impaling her several inches deep.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned, her lower muscles going tight, her pussy flooding with wetness. This was something she had never imagined happening in all her years. She had thoroughly wetted Earnest’s pants with her moisture; she could feel that as she started squirming again, unable to hold still under such a personal intrusion.
He held his fingers there for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a matter of minutes, then slowly slid them out. It was not over yet though, the plug was still to go in. The big, thick, long plug that was almost the girth of a man’s cock.