by Tara Rose
She didn’t even have to ring the doorbell. She parked in the driveway, as instructed, and before she’d taken two steps up the front walk, Trent opened the front door and grinned at her. Her pussy was wet in a matter of seconds. As she got closer, she realized he held a flogger she’d never seen before. It was turquoise with thin falls and she winced inwardly just thinking about how much it would sting.
“Come on in, beautiful. We decided that we’d let you see all the toys beforehand that we intend to punish you with.” He held out the flogger as she crossed the threshold. “You may touch it if you like. I just got it. It’s made from kangaroo leather and it promises to be one hundred percent stingy.”
“Fabulous.”
Trent laughed. “Getting nervous already?”
“Well, yes, if you must know. Sir.”
Trent placed the flogger on the table and took her bag, placing it on the floor. Then he cupped her face. His gaze was so intense, and she swore for a few seconds that he was about to say something of monumental importance, but then the humor returned to this eyes and he grinned again. “Don’t be afraid. We know that three hundred is a hell of a lot of swats to take at once.”
“Technically, it’s three hundred and five.”
“We’re calling it an even three hundred. Easier to count.” He winked. “We’re going to take this slow, and all the swats won’t only be on your ass.”
“Okay.”
“Wyatt and I have devised a game for you to play. It’s a scavenger hunt. We’ve hidden nine additional toys throughout the condo and we want you to find them, one at a time. You’ll receive thirty swats with each one, in the order that you find them, but this flogger will be the first one because I’m dying to try it out.”
She stared at the toy, then at him, and there was no way she could hold back the smile. “Thank you, Sir, for making this fun for me. May I ask a couple of questions?”
“Yes.”
“When you say I’ll receive thirty swats with each toy, do you mean on one part of my body at a time?”
“No. Ten on your ass, meaning each cheek if the toy doesn’t swat both at once, ten on your luscious tits, and ten across your pussy. The swats will be divided evenly among us, five a piece, on each of the three areas of your body.”
Ria licked her lips. Her entire body was already on fire for this. She could do this. She knew she could. And they’d found a way to make it fun for her, which touched her heart in a way nothing they’d done before had. “One more question. What if I come?”
“We aren’t worried about that tonight. You may come as many times as you wish. You have our full permission.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“All right, then. If there are no more questions, come with me. Oh, and before I forget, we’re giving you small breaks in between the toys which may include us fucking you silly, in every hole.”
Ria let out a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a gasp. She hadn’t expected that. “Thank you, Sir.”
Trent pulled her close and held her. “No, thank you. For being such a good sport about all this, for being honest with us, and for enjoying it so much.”
Ria bit the inside of her cheek. It would be so easy right now to tell him that she loved him. But this wasn’t the time. She had no idea how he would react, and she wasn’t going to do anything to ruin this afternoon. She picked up her bag and followed Trent to Wyatt’s room where they’d lit candles again. Wyatt was naked, and Trent told Ria to stand in the center of the room and remove her clothes, slowly.
She did as he asked, but was distracted by the sight of Trent removing his, too. When she was down to the new bra and panties, she realized she’d left the shoes in her bag, so she dug them out and put them on. Both men wolf-whistled and clapped.
“Very nice,” said Wyatt. “You are definitely leaving those shoes on.”
“I’m glad you like them, Sir.”
“I love them. But off with the bra and panties.”
She removed them, and then Wyatt stood and patted the comforter. “You know what to do.”
Ria took a deep breath and walked toward the bed. She could do this. She draped her upper body over it and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter, waiting for the sting. They didn’t throw the flogger right away. Instead they tortured her with their hands on her ass and underneath to tease her pussy, and then one of them slipped a finger inside her wetness.
She was moaning and writhing against the bed by the time the first stinging blows landed on both ass cheeks at once. Trent hadn’t been kidding. This flogger bit like crazy. She yelled and forced her body to stay still as one of them threw it five times. Before she had time to catch her breath, five more burning swats landed across both ass cheeks, and she wondered how in the hell she’d take that on her nipples or pussy.
“Very good,” said Wyatt. “Now turn over and scoot up a bit so you’re lying on your back.”
Ria sighed loudly and did as he asked. He gazed into her eyes, brushing the falls across her nipples. “You can do this. Move your head to the side and keep your arms out of the way.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He didn’t throw it as hard across her nipples, but she definitely felt it. When the five were done, she thought Trent was going to take his turn, but instead he asked her to spread her legs.
Ria did, and she yelled in both surprise and pleasure as Trent’s five throws stung her pussy. This, she liked. A lot. Wyatt took his turn at her pussy, and then Trent threw the flogger across her nipples five times. She’d done it. One toy down, nine to go. And she’d liked it. In fact, she hoped they had more toys hidden that stung like that.
Trent knelt between her legs and licked her clit, forcing loud moans from her. “I am so proud of you right now.”
Ria’s orgasm was poised, right on the edge, when he stopped and Wyatt took his place. “I am, too.” He stopped short of her coming as well, and then he pulled her to her feet. “Time to find the next toy.”
“But I was so close, Sir.”
He chuckled, and then he nuzzled her neck. “Just think how sweet it’ll be when you finally get there. Here’s your clue. The next toy is hidden in the room where you made me a sandwich, and it’s black.”
She giggled and ran down to the kitchen, pulling open drawers and cabinets with lightning speed. Finally, in the bottom drawer where they kept extra dish towels and pot holders, she pulled out a small black paddle with holes in it. “Oh shit.” This would sting like fucking crazy, too. What had they done? Hidden every toy she’d never seen before? That would be just like them.
She carried it back upstairs and Trent crooked his finger at her. “Over my knee.” She did as he asked, and gasped as he delivered five blows to each ass cheek in quick succession.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“Was that a safeword?”
“You mean I can use it?”
“You can use it, but all it will do is delay the next set of swats for a while. We’re getting through all of these, even if takes all night.” Trent caressed each ass cheek. “Now turn over and lie across both my legs.”
She moaned, knowing what he was going to do. Wyatt helped her lie across Trent’s thighs, and held her arms over her head while Trent slapped both nipples five times with the paddle, again, not as hard as he’d done across her ass. It stung, but it also sent jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. When he told her to open her legs, and he slapped the paddle across her pussy, she almost came.
“Wyatt’s turn.” The men changed places, and because Ria now knew what was coming, it didn’t seem to hurt as much. When Wyatt finished his swats, they bent her over the bed and took turns fucking her pussy. She grabbed the comforter and screamed as a climax overtook her.
It wasn’t the first time she’d come so quickly, but she knew the sixty swats she’d just taken had certainly helped. This was so raw and primitive, but at the same time she loved it. A nice burn was starting on her nipples, pussy, and ass already, and sh
e wondered what it would feel like by the time they reached three hundred.
Neither man had come by the time they stopped, and this time Wyatt gave her the next clue. “The first bathroom in this condo where you had sex.”
She sprinted into Trent’s bathroom and easily found the riding crop he’d propped up in the shower. It was hard leather, and they’d used it on her once, but she’d had to safeword out of it because it had been too painful. Ria carried it back into Wyatt’s room, where Trent was sitting against the headboard. “Come over here. We’re going to have to hold you down for this one.”
“I’m not sure I can do it, Sir.”
“Should have thought about that before you drank so much Tuesday night.” Trent’s voice was full of humor and his eyes danced with light. She knew that nothing she said would get her out of this. The best that she could do was safeword, but that would only delay the inevitable. “Come on, gorgeous. We’ll both go slower this time.”
Ria crawled on the bed and tried to relax as Trent tucked her under his arm. Wyatt draped one calf over both her legs and then he gave her one swat with the riding crop on each cheek and stopped. She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Ready for the rest of them yet? Just four more from me. You can do it.”
Julie’s words last night came back to her. “Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
“Yes, Sir. But just do them in a row, please. Get them over with.” Ria welcomed the pain of the next four swats on each cheek. She didn’t understand the physiology behind it, but it was soothing in a way, because she understood why they were doing it. She’d agreed to this. They were trying to help her, not hurt her. If the punishment for what she’d done didn’t leave an impression, she’d have no motivation not to do the same thing again.
Trent turned her over and brushed a finger along her face. “We are so proud of you.” His voice was filled with awe, and Ria couldn’t stop staring into his eyes as he held her arms out of the way while Wyatt swatted each of her nipples five times with the crop. It really hurt, and sweat pooled at her hairline by the time he finished.
She kept her gaze on Trent’s face as Wyatt opened her legs and hit her pussy with the crop. That didn’t hurt as much, and Trent grinned. “I think you like that. A lot more than either of us realized before today.”
“Yes, Sir. I do like it.”
“My turn.” Wyatt pulled her to a sitting position then held her as Trent had done. Trent’s swats on her ass with the crop weren’t as gentle or slow as Wyatt’s had been, and she had to blink back tears by the time they turned her over. She kept her gaze on Wyatt’s face as Trent swatted first her nipples, then her pussy.
They lay her on her back and took turns gently licking her nipples and clit. That helped a bit, but she was sore now and the burn was intense. She’d only done three toys. What else had they hidden? Another orgasm had begun to build by the time they stopped, which amazed her. How could this be so pleasurable and yet so painful at the same time?
Trent winked at her. “Three down, only seven to go. You’re doing well.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“The next one is in this room.”
She took her time looking because she needed a break, not that it mattered. These two weren’t only sadistic men, they had amazing strength and stamina. But they were also being so careful and tender with her, and now Ria did cry a little, but not from pain. She wiped her tears away as she pulled the deerskin flogger out from under the bed. Finally. Something that wouldn’t hurt like a motherfucker.
Ria held it up. “Really? You know this doesn’t hurt me.”
Wyatt raised his eyebrows. “Who said they would all hurt? Up against the wall.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ria could barely take a full breath. She’d wanted to be flogged while standing against a wall, and had asked them once if she could be, but they hadn’t done it yet. There was something so sexy and raw about it. She couldn’t even explain what it was. She only knew that it sent her arousal to crazy heights.
Wyatt used it first, and while the falls didn’t hurt, they were forceful. Trent gave her five swats next, and then they told her to turn around, move her head to the side, and put her arms overhead. That forced soft moans from her again, and the throws across her nipples hurt a bit, but she suspected that was because she’d already taken so much on them. She thought they were going to keep her against the wall for the swats on her pussy, but instead they told her to lie on the floor.
Each man stood over her in turn, facing her feet, and swung the flogger hard against her pussy. She loved it. She whimpered and moaned, and by the time they both were done, her second climax was very close. They turned her onto her stomach and fucked her pussy from behind, right on the floor, taking turns and not being very gentle. She screamed again as the next orgasm tore through her. This was so dirty and forceful, and she couldn’t stop shaking with desire.
They seemed to go on forever, and by the time both men came, her limbs felt like jelly and her body was damp with perspiration. They didn’t come inside her, either. They came on her tender ass cheeks, and the cum made her welts burn all over again.
They helped her up and each one held her for a few seconds, stroking her hair. She asked for a bathroom and water break, and they told her to take no more than five minutes. When she emerged, Wyatt gave her the next clue. “The hall closet downstairs.”
She hoped it was another soft flogger, but this time she pulled out the leather strap. She knew this toy well, and actually liked it a lot. After the deerskin flogger and that sexy floor fucking, she was ready for this one.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
This time, they met her as she ascended the stairs, and they carried lube and condoms. Ria resisted the urge to squeal in delight, both at what they held in their hands and at the grins on their faces.
Wyatt pointed toward the risers. “Lean on the stair above you.”
Stair paddling. What a wonderful idea. Ria did as they asked, and they swatted her from two stairs down, behind her, and then took turns rubbing her asshole and swollen pussy. Wyatt slid a lubed finger into her asshole, and then Trent did the same. But they weren’t done with the strap yet. “Turn over and lean back on your elbows, legs spread.”
They alternated this time, swatting her nipples and then her pussy, and it really hurt. But by now she was in that delicious place where pain and pleasure were one. Finally. She knew now that she could handle this. Their cocks were semi-hard again when they finished, and they took turns licking her nipples, pussy and asshole, kneeling in front of her on the stairs. She hoped they were going to do this in every room in the condo, so that no matter where she was from now on, she’d remember this afternoon.
“You’re halfway done,” said Trent. “How do you feel?”
“Energized, but sore.”
“We have never been more proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“The next toy is in my bedroom, but we’re staying down here for a while. Go and get it.”
She finally found the spanking gloves under Trent’s pillow. Chuckling, she carried them downstairs where the guys were sitting on the sofa, drinking water. Wyatt stood and patted the back. “Lean over this.” She shivered in delight as she positioned herself over the back of the sofa.
“Oh my God. With those heels on you look so fucking sexy in that position. Get your phone.”
Trent snatched his phone off the coffee table and walked behind her. “Arch your back a bit more. I want to see your wet pussy. That’s right.” She heard the click of the camera a few times, and it made her pussy even wetter. “Your ass is so red. Turn around a minute and come over here. Lie on your back and spread those legs.”
She walked to the front of the sofa and lay down as they requested.
“One leg over the back and the other on the floor. That’s it. Look how purple her pussy is.” Wyatt pointed. “Get that wetness right there. Hold your breasts in your hands and close your eyes.”
She
tried to keep a serious look on her face as they took pictures, pretending she was in a porno. When they were finally done, they asked her to bend over the back of the sofa again, and then Wyatt put on the gloves. He placed one hand on her lower back, and Ria yelped when he began to spank her. He wasn’t holding back, but she loved it. When Trent took his place, she wished they weren’t stopping at five swats on each cheek because she really loved those gloves.
Her pussy was soaked when they had her lie on her back again. This time, Wyatt knelt close to her head and held her wrists together over her head while Trent gave her five hard swats on each nipple, and then five on her pussy. She was whimpering and panting by the time he finished. He took Wyatt’s place, holding her wrists as his twin had done, and then Wyatt did the same to her nipples and pussy.
Their cocks were both rock hard again, and Trent picked up the phone and took more pictures as Wyatt straddled her chest and fucked her mouth slowly, holding her head still. Trent told her to keep her legs spread, and it was all Ria could do to keep breathing. She was more aroused than she’d ever been in her entire life.
When Trent took Wyatt’s place, Wyatt took more pictures, and then they helped her sit up. Neither man had come yet, and once again she marveled at their stamina. “The next toy is in Wyatt’s bathroom.”
She had no trouble finding the wooden paddle he’d placed in the linen closet. She’d never seen it before, but recognized the Greek letters. Wyatt had been in a fraternity during his undergrad at IU, and now she recalled Rafe telling her about that years ago. Had he ever paddled a sub with this? She slapped it against her palm and winced. It was thick, and it would hurt like a bear, but she couldn’t wait to feel it.
She found them in the kitchen, and Wyatt merely pointed toward the table over which she’d draped herself for him in the early morning hours not too long ago. She did the same now, and dug her nails into her palms as he delivered five hard swats in quick succession. Trent did the same, and then they told her to stand against the wall.