“It’s not harming you, so quiet down. I’m about to show you how effective figging can be. Stand up and don’t you dare let it fall out.”
She danced miserably in place before following him into the living room. The harder she squeezed her cheeks together to prevent the root from popping out, the more it burned. Tears stained her face as she froze mid-step and stared, open-mouthed, at the modified leather-covered pommel horse in the center of the room.
“What’s that doing there?” she whispered.
“Rob has slightly altered this little beauty so that it could be used for both good girls and bad girls. Which one would you like to be?”
“I don’t care,” she mumbled, her eyes not budging from the device. “I’ll do anything to get this thing out of me.”
“Bry? Given the circumstance, and from what I read in her journal, let’s set it up for a good girl,” Rob suggested.
“That sounds like a plan to me. Let’s see what she’s capable of taking when her control is removed.”
“No…” she backed up a few steps and shook her head. The two men simply stared at her until she sullenly walked over to them. Bryon lifted her onto the frame and held her spread legs in place as she straddled the broad bench that was gently curved upward in the center. Rob quickly restrained her ankles and then pressed her forward until her belly rested on the padding. Both captured her wrists on either side and bound them securely in another set of cuffs.
She didn’t even try to fight back—she was not only overtly focused on the unrelenting burn in her bottom but also the unwanted aching of her pussy that came with her positioning. The presence of the root also started to stimulate the rim of her ass, making her wonder about the glass plug.
“Ordinarily, you would be naked in a situation like this, but since it’s your first adventure, we are affording you the dignity of keeping your dress on,” Bryon said firmly, adjusting her bottom so that it hung slightly off the bench’s edge. The back of his hand brushed her pussy, making her shiver. He then twisted the root and moved it slightly in and out.
“Please take that thing out of me. Please!” Krissy begged breathlessly.
“In a moment. I suggest you stay quiet for a bit. Rob? I think she’s ready. Please flip the switch.”
She gasped as the bench began to vibrate between her legs. Within seconds, the burning in her bum took on a different feel, and her pussy became undeniably wet.
“What are you doing to me?” she panted, subconsciously grinding her pelvis against the buzzing leather.
“We are going to finish your punishment,” Bryon announced as he stood in front of her, pulled his belt out of the loops with a loud whishing sound and folded it in half.
“No! Papa, please!”
“Not a sound. It’s time to be a big girl and take your punishment. Rob? Would you please crank it up?”
The vibrations increased, and Krissy began to pant as she felt her body tighten and pulse. The burning in her ass became an unbearable surge of tingling warmth, and it took everything not to cry out and beg to be fucked. She moaned as Bryon drew his arm back and slashed the belt across her bottom.
“Oh, my God!”
“More?” She swore she could hear a smile in his voice.
“Yes! Hurry!” She couldn’t believe that she was begging to be strapped. Each lash brought her closer to coming until he finally struck the perfect spot, the ‘v’ between the back of her thighs. She came with a loud, unintelligible shout as her body convulsed in its restrained position over the back of the horse. Wave after wave consumed her, leaving her in a shuddering heap as the vibrator beneath the leather was slowly reduced, the ginger was removed, and her limbs freed from their restraints.
Bryon gently slipped the panting girl from the bench and held her snugly to his chest while he sat on the living room couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Bryon. Thank you. Wow.”
“When were you able to see the difference between how we treat a Little Girl verses a Big Girl?”
“It started when you told me to be a Big Girl and take my punishment. I also knew that you wouldn’t do anything even remotely sexual if I were in a Little mindset. I still can’t believe what you did to me.” Her voice was quiet as she contemplated the recent events. She was also very surprised that her bottom wasn’t as sore as she thought it would be. In fact, it was delightfully warm and stingy.
“What can’t you believe? That we spanked you or made you come?” Rob asked, kneeling on the floor and stroking her hair.
“Both. I have never felt anything like it. It was also weird that I stopped feeling embarrassed about my body. Between the things you said, both of you spanking me, and the orgasm, I started believing that I was pretty and wanted.”
“You’re incredibly pretty and very much wanted. Having those feelings during discipline also meant that you allowed yourself to be vulnerable. I told you that your views would change each time you were exposed to different things,” Bryon commented as he absently played with her nipple through the material of her dress. “I’m also delighted that you enjoyed Rob’s special device.”
“I didn’t have very much fight left in me, to be honest. It was also like one of the fantasies I wrote in my journal.” A twinge of embarrassment brought the heat to her cheeks as she made the admission. “How in the world did you find that section? You couldn’t have read that whole thing in a minute.”
“The page was dog-eared, so I figured it was something important that you kept going back to read. I was very pleased to know that I could provide you with that experience,” Rob said, kissing the back of her hand.
“I’m amazed,” she said with a tiny, tired smile. “It was incredible. I’m so sorry that I was rude to you.”
“Don’t give it a second thought. Trust me; I’ve heard plenty of things said about me that were much worse,” he informed her with a low chuckle. “Would you like a bubble bath?”
“Mmm, that sounds nice. Are both of you going to wash my back?” Her voice was tiny and filled with longing. The only thing she wished for at that point was human contact. She wanted to keep the feeling of safety and closeness, and finally understood Cassie’s fears of losing her daddy.
“Would you like us to?”
“Definitely,” she purred. She was part of this family now and needed to stop being afraid and learn to trust these men. Rob looked pleased and announced that he would prepare the upstairs tub.
“I must say—that request surprised me,” Bryon commented, kissing her forehead. “Does that mean that you’ve accepted us both as your dominants?”
“If it’s okay with Cassie, then it’s okay with me.”
“Cassie will learn to understand, just like you will.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Did you miss me?” Glenn asked, as Suzanne sat on the countertop while he showered.
“Of course, I missed you. Being alone with the girls was a good distraction for me. Glenn?” She inhaled deeply. “We need to talk.”
“Uh-oh. What did I do now?” He turned off the water, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped out of the shower. Suzanne started to dry his hair and then pat down his body. He was a gorgeous young man with a gymnast’s build and a mischievous smile that always made her wonder what type of trouble he was making.
“You didn’t do anything. It’s me.”
Glenn frowned and grabbed her busy hands. He pulled them close to his damp chest and looked straight into her eyes. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“Don’t be silly. How could I ever let go of something this tasty?” she asked, pulling the towel away from him. Lowering herself to her knees, she began to trace the tip of his lengthy cock with her tongue. Glenn frowned as she glanced up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“You’ve never kneeled before me. Suzy, what’s going on?”
“Just be quiet and let me enjoy myself.” Her immaculat
e red nails ran along the underbelly of his growing erection before she boldly placed it into her mouth. He clutched the edge of the counter as she bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat and then pulling back, capturing the head between her front teeth.
“Holy fuck.” His body tensed as she sucked him back into her mouth, pressing the pulsing veins with her tongue. She had conquered her gag reflex years ago with Doug, her ex-husband and first Dom. He had learned his craft from the best of the best in the field and his lessons in the art of sexual pleasure and submissive training were ones she would never forget. They also opened her world to unspoken desires. After her daughters grew older and became more independent, she was free to explore her burning need to dominate. Even the love she and Doug shared couldn’t restore her desire to submit to him. Despite the pain of his own loss, Doug understood, and shared, her same need. He encouraged her to explore and seek what she wanted to make her happy. They mutually agreed to end their marriage but remained close friends and been each other’s sounding board over the years.
“I spoke with Doug last night,” she mentioned, temporarily pulling him out of her mouth.
Glenn groaned. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I know,” she said with a grin. She stood up, kissed him boldly on the lips and then walked into their bedroom. Her clothes fell to the floor with each step until she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees. “Well? Don’t just stand there and stare.”
“Are you feeling okay?” His cock pointed him in the direction it wanted to go, and he followed. Climbing behind her on the bed, he rubbed the tip against her pussy. She pushed back against him, burying him inside of her.
“Yes. Fuck me hard, Glenn. Don’t hold back. Do anything you want to, just don’t ask me,” she ordered. Did he have it in him to dominate her sexually? She subconsciously crossed her fingers. She wanted it rough and found herself missing Bryon. He knew how to take over in the bedroom.
The hand grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head up was a pleasant surprise. He leaned over her back and whispered, “Just remember, you asked for it, my sweet whore.”
Holding her hair in his left hand, he smacked her thigh roughly before plunging deep into her cunt. She squealed, her head growing dizzy as he turned into the monster that she coveted. He slid from her dripping slit and smacked her with a blistering slap against the back of her pussy.
A groan of ecstasy followed. “More!” she begged.
“I’ll give you more,” he growled, flipped her to the back and impaling her as he pinned her wrists to the mattress. He bit down on the tip of her left breast as he pounded his dick deep into her body. As she started to her moan on the brink of coming, he again flipped her onto her stomach and aimed the tip of his cock to her asshole.
“Is this what you want? Beg for it!” he demanded, pressing her tight entrance.
“Please, Glenn, fuck me in the ass. I need it hard. Please!” she panted, preparing for the onslaught. It had been a long time since she had anal sex. It was something that she only allowed in a monogamous relationship, so even Bryon hadn’t been privileged to invade her ass.
“You can beg better than that,” he hissed, yanking her head back by the hair again.
Tears rose in her eyes. Her dear, sweet man was giving her what she so desperately wanted but was too afraid to ask. She tried to dismiss the fear that he’d think poorly of her once the moment had passed, or that revealing this part of her nature make him disrespect her as his dominant.
“Beg!” he ordered, leaving a stinging slap against her thigh.
“I’m begging you to please fuck me in the ass,” she said, starting to cry. “Please! I’ll do anything if you will give this to me.”
“Will you crawl on the floor like a dog?”
Suzanne lifted her head, panting as she spoke. “You can lead me around on a leash if you wish, just do this. Please. Come inside me.”
He did. She muffled her scream in the pillow as his cock pierced her tight rim and filled her to the brim. His fingers dug painfully into her hips as he pumped vigorously, not even touching her clit. He was acting like an animal, seeking his pleasure and his alone. She loved it.
The hot jism that coated her insides sent her over the edge, and she came with a scream that was muffled by the pillow. Spent, Glenn draped his body over her back and flattened her against the mattress, panting with her until his cock softened and slid from her body.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He rolled to his side and smile. “No, thank you. I’ve been wanting to rough things up a bit for a while and wasn’t sure you’d allow it.”
“Anytime. I’ve never cared for being the aggressor in the bedroom.”
“I love that I learn something new about you every day that we’re together. What brought this on?”
“It’s been bubbling inside of me for a while, but I was afraid that you wouldn’t respect me as your Domme outside closed doors.”
“I will always respect you, regardless of what position you take in this relationship. The gift you gave me today was very empowering.”
“Gift?” Suzanne turned to her side to face him. He touched her lips.
“Trust. The submissive woman I saw was one of the biggest turn-ons I’ve ever had. I now understand why Bry and Rob go that route.”
She pinched his nose. “Don’t let it go to your head. You’re still my submissive when I demand it.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I am anything you desire me to be. I love you.”
“I love you, too. We should probably get cleaned up. Cassie is downstairs, and I’m afraid to see what kind of mischief she’s getting into.”
The girl was nowhere in sight when they came downstairs, but they did find the oven on with a delectable aroma filling the kitchen.
“Cassie? Cassandra Lynn, where are you?” Suzanne shouted as a surge of fear trembled through her body.
“Calm down, Suz,” Glenn rested his hand on her shoulder. “She wouldn’t leave one of her creations unattended.
“My car is gone!”
“She probably went to the market to get something.”
“Without telling me? I’m responsible for that young lady and taking off without permission is unacceptable.” Suzanne frantically picked up the phone. She turned her head at Cassie’s cell phone rang from its place on the end table and slammed the phone back in its cradle. “She’s in so much trouble. What if she’s hurt?”
“I said to calm down. She’ll be fine. The timer on the stove has only fifteen minutes which means she didn’t go far.”
“I’m going to blister her little bottom once I get my hands on her.” She stared out the window.
“You’re going to listen to what she has to say before you do anything,” Glenn said firmly.
“Now see here…”
“Aunt Suzanne! You weren’t supposed to be downstairs yet. You ruined my surprise,” Cassie said, bolting in through the kitchen door. She had a bouquet of sunflowers in her arms and a bag of groceries she put on the counter.
“I was worried sick, young lady. You didn’t even leave a note,” the older woman said, her face softening as the girl handed her a sunflower and hugged her.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to have the table set and ready for you. I didn’t think Quick-Draw McGraw would be done so fast.”
“You’re not funny. Suzanne was ready to paddle your little ass, and I talked her down. You owe me a thank you.”
“Why?” Cassie looked confused. “I was just making dinner and needed some things to finish it off and make it perfect.” She frowned and looked back and forth between him and Suzanne. “Don’t give me the ugly stink-eye, Glenn. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You’ll get the stink-eye anytime you make my woman upset. Try behaving like a responsible adult instead of a spoiled, selfish, obnoxious little brat and then it wouldn’t be necessary.”
“Glenn, please stop it,” Suzanne said, pulling at
his arm.
Cassie’s eyes were filled with hurt tears. “Your woman is also my auntie. She was mine before you even met her and you can’t take her away from me! I don’t have to be a responsible adult if I don’t want to. She said so.” She placed her hands on her hips and stomped her foot.
“Grow up, Cassandra. She’s my partner, and this is her house. If you don’t like the rules here, you can leave. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Cassie’s mouth fell open as the tears flowed freely down her face. Her voice dropped in defeat, and she looked at Suzanne like a beaten dog. “But she’s my auntie. She promised.”
“Enough of this!” Suzanne stood between them with her hand on Glenn’s chest. “Cassie, Honey? Thank you very much for the sunflowers. They’re my favorite. Would you please sit down and wait for me?” She leaned over and kissed the top of Cassie’s head and wiped her face with her hand. “I’ll be right back, Baby. Glenn—to my office now.”
She could hear Cassie’s sobs as she dragged Glenn to her study and slammed the door behind them. She then faced him angrily. “What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Didn’t you see that as soon as she walked into the house, she returned to her Little mode? She’s already dealing with having to share Bryon and Rob with Krissy, and now you throw another threat of loss at her?”
Glenn raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t threaten anything. I merely pointed out the facts.”
Suzanne took in a deep breath to calm herself. “Would you have spoken to a child as you did to your sister?”
“She’s not a child. She’s a grown woman.”
“She’s my Little and trusts me with her vulnerability and her safety. I’ve worked hard to earn that trust, and I’m not going to have it stripped away because you’re in a mood to exert your testosterone. I think it’s time that you learn some lessons that I can’t teach you. I’m going to arrange for you to spend some time at the Playground on the days that you don’t have class.”
His mouth opened with disbelief. “You’re sending me to daycare?”
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