Secrets & Sin: A MFM Romance

by Callahan, Kelli

  “I hope you’re right.” Shane sipped his beer again and I saw his eyes glaze over. “I really do.”

  “Wait a minute. What’s going on over there?” I tilted my head to the side.

  “I don’t know, man—I kind of like her.” Shane exhaled and started digging his thumb into the label on his beer bottle. “She’s a good person and she’s trying to figure out who she really is.”

  “Yeah.” I sighed and nodded.

  I kind of like her too.

  I wasn’t the type of man to fall in love with someone. I never believed that two people could experience a feeling so intense that it made them forget everything else. The women I normally ended up with were damaged in some way and needed a dominant man. They needed the support that a loving touch could bring, and nurturing to find their way back from whatever darkness they allowed to seep into their soul. That was where I thrived. It kept me from having to compromise my own needs, but there was no future in that kind of relationship. It was a step they had to take, and once they were balanced on two feet, they no longer needed me. Even the ones that needed to be broken were only looking for the darkness so they could see the light.

  Perhaps it was my own inability to love that caused me to end up with women like that. Love was too fucking complicated. I saw what love did to Shane. If I needed convincing, his life was enough to make me avoid it at any cost. He fell head over heels and when it was all said and done, the only thing he got was a pile of ashes that used to be the flames of love. Nothing about that appealed to me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Brianna—I definitely did. The night was about something different than love, though. It was about discovery, tasting her own desires, and feeling them bloom in the depths of her innocence. When that was done, I had no idea what we would be left with, but I didn’t think it would be anything more than a memory.

  Maybe one day I’ll look for more, but that’s not what this is about.

  “All right, man, are you going to go talk to her?” Shane finished his beer and sat the empty beer bottle on the table.

  “Yeah, she should be rested by now.” I nodded and got to my feet.

  Hopefully she doesn’t run like she did the first time I tried to tap into her submissive side.

  * * *

  “Ah, you got dressed again.” I walked into the room we had converted into a makeshift locker room and found Brianna sitting up on the bench.

  “I can’t keep being a naughty cheerleader if I’m running around with no costume on.” She looked up at me and smiled.

  “Good point.” I sat down on the bench and reached for her hand. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” Her smile got a little wider. “I knew that if I walked through the front door again, I definitely wasn’t going to be a virgin when I left.”

  “Every room in this Funhouse is designed for you to dive deeper into parts of yourself that you may not fully understand. If it gets to be too much, or there’s something that you’re uncomfortable with, let us know and we’ll stop.” I squeezed her hand. “If it stops being fun, all you have to do is say turn on the lights and everything will immediately come to a halt.”

  “You’re giving me a safeword?” She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. “You must have some pretty interesting stuff planned.”

  “Things that I believe you will enjoy, but I don’t want to actually hurt you. You can say no as much as you want and beg for us to stop as a part of your fantasy, but we’ll keep going until we hear that phrase.” I lifted my hand from hers and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

  “Okay, I understand.” She nodded and smiled. “If it’s anything like what happened in here, I doubt I’ll be saying anything like no or stop.”

  “This will get a little darker from here, but I believe that you’ll discover things about yourself you never knew you could enjoy.” I let my hand graze the side of her face as I lowered it.

  “You’ve done stuff like this for other girls?” She tilted her head to the side.

  “Not quite like this.” I chuckled and shrugged. “Shane and I got the idea while we were in college, and we brought a few fantasies to life, but those girls already knew what they wanted. This one is a little different than what we’re used to.”

  “Why, because I’m weird?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Or did you just need a clever way to take my virginity?”

  “No.” I slowly stood and shook my head. “You’re special, Brianna. I hope you see that before the night is over.”

  I realize that now. Tonight has to be absolutely perfect.

  “So what happens next?” She looked up at me. “Do I just stay here and wait for you two to come back?”

  “No, once I leave this room, you need to find something naughty to do. The next time you see one of us, the Funhouse will be back in session. We won’t have any more breaks to discuss things like this, so if there’s a problem, you know what to say.” I tilted my head and chuckled.

  “Yes, thank you.” She smiled and nodded. “Hopefully the lights can stay off. I’ve definitely had a lot of fun so far.”

  “I hope so too, but don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” I walked towards the door and slowly exhaled.

  It’s time to find out whether or not that naturally submissive nature is ready to come out and play.

  The next room was already set up, and it would just be Shane and Brianna. I designed it with a dual purpose in mind. I wanted to give Brianna a taste of what was coming before the night was over, and I wanted to help Shane get back in touch with the dominant man he used to be. His desires would never be as strong as mine, but he needed to start embracing them again in order to finally heal the wound his ex-wife left when she divorced him.

  He was right when he said Brianna was special. I was blinded to it at first, but my eyes were starting to open. She was hesitant to delve into her fantasies, and that was okay, but the barrier was finally down. Even if she didn’t totally understand her desires, she knew they were there—and she knew what her body craved. Watching those desires come to life in her beautiful honey-colored eyes was going to be intoxicating.

  “Okay, I think she’s ready.” I walked back into the living room and saw Shane putting on his costume for the next room in the Funhouse.

  “You gave her an out, right? I don’t want to misinterpret things.” He adjusted his tie and reached for the suit jacket laying on the chair.

  “Yes, and I’ll be watching. If she says turn on the lights, then it’s over.” I nodded and walked towards the kitchen to grab another beer.

  “All right, well, let’s hope you’re right about her, because we’re about to take things to the next level.” He slipped on the jacket and stretched out the sleeves.

  “I told her to find something naughty to do. It looked like she packed a few options in her pumpkin.” I chuckled and sipped my beer.

  “Here goes nothing.” Shane exhaled sharply and started walking towards the room where we left Brianna.

  Now things get really interesting.

  11

  Brianna

  I put my costume back on once Dante left me alone in the first room of the Funhouse. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but he told me to find something naughty to do. I pulled my plastic pumpkin close and started digging around in it. I looked at the clock on my cell phone and felt a moment of panic when I saw how much time had passed. If the Funhouse was just getting started, I was definitely going to be going home late. I decided to send a message to my mom to let her know that I was staying with Jackie, and then sent Jackie a message to let her know she needed to cover for me. I was too old to get in trouble for staying out all night, but my parents would still ask a lot of questions if I came sauntering in when the sun came up.

  That’s a conversation I don’t want to have.

  Jackie didn’t respond, but I knew she would see the message when she was done at work. She would probably have more questions than my parents, but my main concern was making sure my pare
nts didn’t worry. I could fill Jackie in on the details I was comfortable with after the night was over. Most importantly, I needed the time for myself. I didn’t want to feel rushed or have external conflicts messing with my head as I explored my fantasy with Shane and Dante. Losing my virginity was a big deal, and my head was a bit of mess over the fact I lost it with two guys I really didn’t know. I just couldn’t ignore my desires. The dreams were too intense. The craving was like a gnawing in my soul. Even after feeling the pleasure surge through my body over and over at their generous hands, I didn’t feel completely satiated.

  Now—what would a naughty cheerleader do if she was sitting here all by herself?

  I went a little crazy when I was buying potential accessories. The easiest seemed to be the small bottle of vodka I bought from the liquor store—which, ironically enough, was the only time I had ever shopped there. It was tempting, but I wasn’t really in the mood for a drink. I could count on one hand the number of times I had actually had an alcoholic beverage, and they normally made me sleepy. I was tired enough without adding some alcohol to the mix. I thought about masturbating, but I didn’t want to potentially waste an orgasm. I doubted they were finished ravaging my body, and I had orgasmed so much I was almost numb. I fumbled around the pumpkin and finally grabbed the pack of cigarettes I bought at the liquor store alongside the vodka.

  Well, I’ve only tried these once in my life and I wasn’t very impressed, but it’s definitely something a naughty cheerleader would do.

  I tore open the pack and pulled a cigarette out of it. I remembered a few cheerleaders getting in trouble for smoking when I was in high school, so I was pretty sure it fit the criteria of being naughty. My fingers fumbled with it as I pushed it between my lips and found the lighter buried at the bottom of the pumpkin. I didn’t really have much interest in actually smoking it, so I waited for footsteps. When I finally heard them coming my way, I flicked the lighter and dipped the tip of the cigarette into the flames. It tasted as foul as I remembered, but I struck my naughtiest pose when I saw Shane walk up to the doorway. He was dressed in a suit, and looked incredibly hot in it. I looked up at him and lifted the cigarette to my lips.

  “It looks like someone just earned themselves a trip to the principal’s office.” Shane snapped his fingers and pointed towards one of the other rooms.

  “Oops.” I grinned and quickly put out my cigarette in the glass of wine.

  Shane led me to another room that had a wooden desk in the middle and a few various pictures on the wall. Some old books had been added for dramatic effect, but they looked fairly worse for wear. They had definitely put a lot of effort into the Funhouse, and I was pretty impressed. Shane walked around to his side of the desk and took a seat, motioning for me to sit down across from him. Shane normally had a rather jovial smile on his face, but this version of him was all business. The disappointment on his face looked real, and his mannerisms were a lot more rigid. When he said I was going to the principal’s office, I expected Dante to be the one playing the role, since he was the one that first threatened to punish me.

  “Smoking in the locker room.” Shane shook his head in disappointment. “What the hell am I going to do with you, Brianna?”

  “Give me a warning?” I raised my eyebrows and forced a smile. “It’s not like I’m the only cheerleader that misbehaves around here.”

  “A warning?” He shook his head in contemplation. “I don’t think so. What kind of example would I set if I let someone who is supposed to be a role model get away with that kind of behavior?”

  “We would all know that you were a cool principal! Isn’t that what you want?” I remembered my high school principal trying to be cool, and mixed his persona in with the one Shane was playing.

  “Even cool principals can’t ignore this kind of behavior.” Shane leaned over and opened his desk drawer. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady, and I’m afraid it’s going to be a painful one.”

  Shane pulled the drawer completely open and I heard something pulled out of it. My eyes opened wide when he lifted his hand and placed a long wooden paddle on the desk. It looked very similar to the one my own high school principal had, although that one was just a retired antique on the wall by the time I was a student. It definitely looked like it would hurt, but the thought of it excited me for some reason. It brought the same strange desire to the surface I felt when Dante gave me my first smack on the seat of my jeans. The paddle was definitely going to make my ass sting more than his hand did, but I was curious to find out if it would make me feel the same tingle.

  However, I’m sure my naughty cheerleader persona would not be very eager to bend over for her punishment.

  “You’re going to paddle me?!” I stared at the menacing length of wood as he stood up.

  “Yes, which is exactly what you deserve.” He walked around the desk and picked up the paddle. “Bend over the desk and grab the other side. You will not move out of position until your punishment is done.”

  “But I don’t want to be paddled.” I kept my smile hidden behind a pout.

  “You’ve deserved this for a while. Your naughty behavior is not going to be tolerated any longer. If you don’t get over the desk this instant, I’m adding an extra swat.” He slapped the paddle against his palm to emphasize his point.

  This is really going to happen.

  “Yes sir.” I looked down and nodded.

  I had excitement mixing with fear as I walked across the room and stretched out across the desk. I wasn’t going to get a spanking exactly, but the paddle seemed to bring that same desire to the surface. My dreams were filled with various punishments, but it was always Dante who held the keys to my fate. Once I was in position, Shane tapped the paddle on the back of my skirt several times. I started to question if I should have chosen one that was a little longer. It barely covered my ass when I bent over, and I felt the edge of the wood graze on the exposed skin as he teased me with it. The paddle was suddenly pulled away from my skirt, and a few seconds later, it returned with a vengeance.

  SMACK!

  “Oh god, ow!” I dug my nails into the wood and felt a lump squeezing my throat. “That hurt!”

  “Of course it hurts. Punishment is meant to teach you a lesson.” Shane’s tone was firm, almost as commanding as Dante’s always was.

  SMACK!

  “Ouch!” I twisted on my toes, but held my position when the second crack of the paddle landed on my skirt.

  “You deserve a lot more than I’m able to give you, but I’m going to make sure you feel every single one of them!” Shane exhaled sharply and then the paddle came down again.

  SMACK!

  “Ah!” I dug my nails in deeper and lifted up until I was almost on the tips of my toes before sinking back towards the floor.

  “I expect you to be better behaved from now on.” Shane dropped the paddle on the desk.

  That’s all? It was just starting to make me really tingle.

  The paddling was almost disappointing. It hurt, and it made my ass sting, but it wasn’t really punishment. The skirt didn’t do much to protect my ass, and the panties might as well have been non-existent, but I was fairly certain that I could have taken more than just three swats. I stared at the paddle and felt… a desire. I wanted more. Shane walked around the desk and took a seat as I slowly released my grip and stood. If I had known it was going to end after three, I would have resisted him more to earn the extra he threatened me with. I felt a little disappointment as I adjusted my skirt and looked down at him. My ass was a little warm, but the sting was already starting to fade.

  “I always thought a trip to your office would be a lot more painful than that.” I tilted my head to the side.

  “Bureaucracy and regulations.” He growled under his breath and looked up. “Trust me, naughty girls like you used to get it a lot worse than you just did, but now we’re bound in all kinds of red tape.”

  “Oh.” I nodded and fiddled with my skirt. “So, wh
at now?”

  “You’re done.” He waved me off. “Go home.”

  “Home?” I blinked and took a step back in surprise.

  He’s really sending me home? That’s the end of the Funhouse?

  “Right through that door.” He pointed to the door that led towards the main part of the house. “You better be on your best behavior from now on, though. Otherwise you’ll find yourself across my desk again.”

  “Yes sir.” I nodded in understanding and turned towards the door.

  It really was over. Dante said it would be darker, and I expected that to lead to my first real punishment. The paddle might not have been so mundane to the naughty cheerleader I was playing for Halloween, but it barely fanned the flames of desire for me. It was enough to startle me when it landed, but the sting didn’t last. He could have put a lot more effort into the swings if he wanted, but he clearly held back. I thought about trying to find something else I could do that would get me in trouble, but I didn’t see much interest in his stare. I relented to his final command, picked up my pumpkin pail, and headed towards the main part of the house.

  So much for that…

  “There you are.” Dante’s voice echoed as soon as I walked out of the Shane’s makeshift office.

  “What?” I looked up at him in surprise.

  “What? You didn’t think I would hear about your naughty behavior at school?” Dante stepped into the light and I saw his onyx eyes flickering.

  “Well—um.” I blinked and tilted my head.

  What is going on here?

  “I think it’s time for us to have a talk—the kind we’ve needed to have for a while.” Dante walked across the room and grabbed my wrist.

  “A talk?” I grimaced when his grip tightened.

  “I’ve had it with your naughty behavior, young lady. I’m going to do something I should have done a long time ago.” He turned towards the stairs and pulled me behind him. “You’re about to get a long, hard spanking.”