Secrets & Sin: A MFM Romance

by Callahan, Kelli

  The tingle returned immediately. I felt a wetness between my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the stairs and started walking. I was forced to follow him because his hand was locked tightly around my wrist. My heart started to beat a little faster as we ascended the stairs. The paddling wasn’t my punishment. That explained why Shane was the one to do it. He held back because it was just a tease for what was actually coming. Dante was the one who truly saw my desires manifest for the first time. He was the one that would give me the punishment my body craved. When we got to the top of the stairs, he walked to one of the rooms and pushed the door open. He didn’t hesitate to let me look at the decorations assembled for that room of the Funhouse. He marched me straight to the bed, took a seat, and pulled me across his knee.

  There’s the dominance I expected.

  12

  Brianna

  The anticipation made my body burn with the new submissive desires that had been lingering in my dreams and teasing my thoughts. I was stretched out across Dante’s knee, pressed firmly against his leg, and bent at the waist. The skirt had already shifted so that my panties were on full display, and I knew that they were so wet Dante could see my growing lust. The tingle was so strong that I thought it was going to make me squirm and try to rub my legs together just to try and satisfy those urges. Dante’s hand lifted and then came crashing down on the back of my panties. The first smack was glorious, like tasting my true nature for the very first time. He didn’t stop at three, and each smack that landed shifted my skirt further up until none of it was protecting my ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Did you really think I was going to let you get away with behaving like a little brat?” Dante’s commanding voice echoed along with the sound of his hand landing on my panties.

  “No sir! Ow!” I squirmed and gasped when the sting started to spread.

  When Dante met me at the bottom of the stairs, I wasn’t sure what character he was supposed to be playing. Once I was across his knee, I finally started to process it. My eyes darted around the room and I realized that it was supposed to be my room—or at least, the room that my naughty cheerleader personality spent her days in. There were posters of popular bands on the wall and based on the decor, I had to assume some of the items were already present when they bought the house. Dante had taken on the role of the naughty cheerleaders very angry Daddy—or some sort of authority figure. It didn’t really matter what his role was, what mattered was that he was handling my naughty behavior with the palm of his hand, and the sting only seemed to get worse each time his hand came down.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  I felt something shift inside me. I started to embrace my personality, lose touch with the fact that I was normal, ordinary Brianna wearing a costume. I was a very naughty cheerleader, and my comeuppance had finally arrived. Dante was giving me a real spanking, and he wasn’t holding back like Shane did with the paddle. The way it made me feel was incredible. I was torn between wanting more and the feeling of actual remorse. The need to make the sting stop, while simultaneously wishing I could stay there until I understood how much I truly liked it. I had a way out, but nothing in the world could pry those words from my lips. Each time Dante’s hand landed, my panties got wetter. The vibration from his hand, especially when he applied it to the bottom half of my panties, was making my pussy tingle more than it had all night.

  “Ouch! Ow!” I squealed and squirmed on his knee.

  “I think it’s time for these panties to come down so you can get the spanking you deserve.” Dante’s hand wrapped around the waistband of the only thing standing between his hand and my ass.

  “Wait!” I reached back and grabbed them, mostly out of instinct, when I felt them being pulled down.

  “The more you fight, the harder you’re getting spanked.” Dante grabbed my wrist and pulled my panties out of my grasp.

  My panties were yanked all the way to my knees. Dante tilted me on his knee so that my ass was once again underneath his palm. He turned my arm until it was bent at the elbow and pinned it to the small of my back. There was nothing I could do to stop the spanking he intended to give me—the one that the naughty cheerleader had earned—without saying those sacred words. I felt his hand come down and immediately made my body tense up. I didn’t think the thin fabric had been doing much to protect my ass, but I was wrong. His hand on my exposed flesh made the sting a lot worse. He lifted it and let it fall, going from one side of my ass to the other as I squirmed on his knee.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “It hurts! Please, I’ve learned my lesson!” I pulled against his grasp, wishing I could push my hand down to block at least one agonizing smack.

  I have to show the kind of remorse a naughty cheerleader would show, and that’s exactly what I feel right now!

  “Is this the end of your naughty behavior? Am I going to get another call from your principal?” Dante kept my hand pinned and continued spanking me.

  “No sir! I swear!” I kicked my feet as the sting started to turn into a mild burning sensation.

  “Good!” Dante gave me a hard smack in the middle of my ass and continued to punish me, despite my plea for mercy.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  The pain that spread across the surface of my ass was enough to make my eyes damp as tears threatened to fall, but it still didn’t stop the desire resonating inside me. My pussy was so wet that I was almost certain I was leaving a stain on his pants with my lust dripping onto his leg. His hand finally started to slow down, and I got a few harder smacks, but they were a lot easier to take without another one coming in rapid succession. When his hand finally stopped falling, I relaxed and released all the tension with a long sigh. There was a light sob in my throat, but it hadn’t been forced to the surface. He almost made me cry, but he stopped right before the tears started to stream down my face. I felt like I had been truly punished, and received the kind of spanking that had haunted me in my dreams. It was like curiosity was being manifested and a new understanding of who I really was lingered inside me.

  How am I ever going to have a real relationship with someone if I need something like that to get really turned on?

  “I want you to stand in the corner with your nose against the paint and your hands on your head.” Dante released his grip on my wrist. “If you move out of position, you will be back across my knee for round two.”

  “Yes sir.” My voice was shaky and my knees wobbled when I stood.

  I walked to the corner and pressed my nose against the wall as I was instructed. There was a strange feeling of humiliation in that pose. All of my shame, or at least the naughty cheerleader’s shame, was on full display. I could feel the heat radiating from my ass. It wasn’t a particularly hard spanking. It seemed quite light, considering the nature of the crime. Perhaps I would have felt different if it didn’t turn me on so much. Even standing there with my nose against the wall kept the desires inside me flourishing. I heard Dante walk towards the door, and then his footsteps echoed as he walked down the stairs. As much as I enjoyed exploring a new side of myself, the spanking didn’t inspire me to seek out another trip across his knee until I had time to recover. I was definitely going to remain in position as I was told to do.

  Even if I’m already trying to figure out how naughty I have to be to get one more before I leave this Funhouse.

  13

  Shane

  “You held back. Her ass wasn’t even red when I put her across my knee.” Dante walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

  “Yeah.” I nodded and sipped the beer in my hand. “Sorry, man, I just couldn’t bring myself to put much effort into it. I didn’t want to really hurt her.”

  “You stopped at three?” Dante twisted the top off his beer and tossed the cap. “There
wasn’t anything you could think of to let her earn a few more swats?”

  “I figured it was best to ease her into things.” I sat my beer down on the counter and shrugged. “Besides, I’ve seen how you are. She probably appreciated my leniency.”

  “Truthfully?” Dante lifted the beer to his lips and took a sip. “I held back too.”

  “Mr. Herrington would be disappointed.” I laughed under my breath. “And his wife would scold you.”

  “Probably.” Dante chuckled and nodded. “I gave her enough for it to be real, but I stopped after that. Not that I really had to—she was wet as fuck.”

  “I can’t say I’m surprised.” I leaned against the bar and shrugged. “She did seem to like spending time across my desk.”

  “Maybe we should ask her which one turned her on.” Dante winked and sipped his beer again. “I bet she’d say she liked what I did to her more.”

  “Probably so, but I think we’ve given her enough punishment for one night. I’m ready to move on to something else.” I reached for my beer. “I’m sure she is as well if she’s as wet as you said.”

  “Yeah, I agree. She’s had a taste, so she will know if it’s something she enjoys. That’s what the Funhouse is really about, right?” Dante lifted his beer again.

  “Yep, exactly.” I nodded and agreement and tipped my beer towards him.

  “I guess Mr. Herrington would be proud, knowing that one of his paddles survived this long and was used to show another young woman how much she could love the things his wife was begging for.” Dante chuckled and pointed towards the journal. “She really got into it as the years went on.”

  “Brianna had a much nicer introduction to it, at least.” I nodded and stared at the journal. “I can’t even begin to imagine how it was for someone back then. At least this generation grew up with it being normalized.”

  “I read something last night about how she wondered if her husband was possessed by a demon, and then later on, she wondered if it was actually her that was possessed.” Dante shrugged and sipped his beer. “It’s no wonder this family couldn’t hang onto their house. They were all kinds of fucked up.”

  “Just born in the wrong era, I guess.” I sighed and lifted my beer to my lips. “All right, are you about ready to go pay her a visit? What’s she doing anyway, sleeping it off?”

  “No.” Dante chuckled. “I put her in the corner.”

  “Oh, you’re evil.” I shook my head and laughed under my breath.

  We had two rooms left in the Funhouse and they would involve both of us spending time with Brianna, which I was definitely looking forward to. Dante’s fantasies might have been a little more interesting than mine, but I had that flicker of dominance coming to life when I used the paddle to punish Brianna. It reminded me of the man I was before I fell into the trap I called love. Unfortunately, it wasn’t an easy trip back to the light. Thinking about Brianna was sending my thoughts into a tailspin and I had to keep reminding myself that we were only going to have one night together. I felt myself wanting more. I knew it was foolish, especially after my last relationship went down in flames, but it was hard to fight the feelings that were trying to grow inside me.

  At least I have Dante here to ensure that I don’t make that kind of mistake again.

  Dante and I walked up the stairs together. I headed to the room that was set up for the next stage of the Funhouse and Dante went to retrieve Brianna. Based on the way his voice echoed through the walls, I assumed he was giving her quite a scolding before he finished up that portion of the fantasy.

  I was shocked to hear that he held back. I figured I would be the only one that did. If he held back, then he was making it more about her than he let on. He wasn’t even releasing the beast that liked to play with toys like her. Maybe my thoughts weren’t entirely misplaced. We used to joke about finding the perfect girl to share when we were in college, I just never thought it would happen. If she would have come into our lives back then, our story might have went an entirely different direction.

  But can’t dwell on what might have been—the present is right in front of me.

  “Okay, we’re all set. You remember the point of this room, right?” Dante walked in and headed to the chair opposite mine.

  “Yep. What did you tell her?” I lifted my eyebrows.

  “I just told her to show up. I figured we could improvise the rest pretty easily.” Dante nodded and looked towards the door. “Sounds like she’s headed this way.”

  “She didn’t waste any time.” I nodded and chuckled. “I guess she didn’t want to waste a minute.”

  “I scolded her good too.” Dante shifted his chair so that he could see the door without stretching his neck. “She didn’t spend much time thinking about all her bad behavior.”

  “Maybe you went too easy on her.” I leaned forward and waited for Brianna to walk into the room.

  Or maybe we are a long way from finding out how much those hidden desires turn her on.

  14

  Brianna

  The sting left behind by Dante’s hand was almost gone by the time he returned to my room. I didn’t get another trip across his knee, but I did get scolded for all of my bad behavior. The scolding came with a threat about how my behavior was going to be handled from that point forward, and even the threat of another spanking made me wet. Most of the threats seemed to be centered around grades, which I assumed had something to do with the next part of the Funhouse. Once he left, I waited until I heard him start walking and then slowly put my panties back on. They didn’t feel great when I pulled them across my ass, but I finally got them in place around my hips. They were still damp between my thighs.

  Okay, time to find out what’s next in this wonderful Funhouse.

  The spanking had left me with another strange feeling that pushed beyond the point of lust. I actually felt some sort of connection with Dante. It was stronger than when his mesmerizing eyes drew me into his stare. I never imagined myself becoming involved with a man like him, but his dominance was alluring. It made my head spin and my stomach ache with butterflies that went wild when he returned to my room. I tried to put those thoughts out of my head when I headed to the next room of the Funhouse. They promised me one night and that was what I signed up for. Thinking about anything beyond that was foolish and unwise. We met at a point in life when a future was impossible. They were going to fix up Overlook Mansion and leave Bakersfield. I wasn’t staying there much longer myself.

  “Hello?” I looked down the hallway and saw a light in one of the other rooms, so I started walking that way, pausing when I reached the door.

  I guess this is the next location.

  “Brianna.” Shane lifted his head when I walked in. “I guess you came to talk about your grades?”

  “Yes sir.” I looked at him and nodded.

  “You’re failing his class too?” Dante shook his head and sighed. “You really can’t get your shit together, can you?”

  “No sir.” I looked down at the floor when Dante’s gaze was leveled on me.

  The room was decorated like an office, similar to the one Shane paddled me in, but the furniture was not quite as nice. I started to piece things together in my head. Dante warned me about my grades when he was scolding me. Based on what I heard, it seemed like they were probably two of the naughty cheerleader’s teachers. That got me a little more excited when I realized that I was probably about to earn my grades in a way that didn’t involve taking tests. It also meant that I got both of them again, which was what I needed after having nothing but punishment to stoke the fire inside me since my encounter in the makeshift locker room. Shane was the first to stand, and I watched as he walked around his desk.

  “Do you know what the problem is with girls like you?” He stepped in front of me and put his hands on his hips.

  “No sir.” I stared into his steel blue eyes and shook my head.

  “You think you can get anything you want just by twirling your skirt and shaking yo
ur pom-poms.” He tilted his head to the side. “You walk down the halls in a skirt that barely covers your ass, and I’m sure that’s enough for some of your teachers to give you a pass, but I expect my students to work for their grades.”

  “Your ass and tits will only get you so far in life, sweetheart.” Dante stood and walked over. “It might work for lonely men and the boys you tease, but we’re not going to pass you just because you’re pretty.”

  “I can’t fail your classes. What about college? I need my scholarship.” I tried to put myself back in the naughty cheerleader’s shoes as I spoke.

  “Why? So you can go to college and do the same damn thing?” Shane scoffed and shook his head. “The only way you’re ever going to get ahead in life is by learning your place.”

  “My place?” I blinked and tilted my head.

  “Yeah.” Dante nodded and smirked. “You obviously aren’t going to put any effort into your schoolwork, but there are other ways for pretty girls to work for their grades.”

  “Especially when that work is done on their knees.” Shane put his hand on my shoulder and started to push down.

  “You might as well get comfortable on them, because that’s the only place you’ll ever succeed in life.” Dante put his hand on my other shoulder.

  I understood what they wanted, and how the naughty cheerleader was going to earn her passing grades. I held my hands down and slowly dropped to the floor, supporting myself until my knees were firmly against the wooden surface. Shane and Dante looked like giants from that position, not that they were any less imposing when I was standing on my feet. Shane’s hand went to his belt and he started to unbuckle it. I was definitely going to have to work for my grades. It also meant that the fire burning inside me was going to go unsatisfied for a little while longer. I could see Shane’s cock bulging against his pants and when Dante started to unbuckle his belt, I saw that his was engorged as well.