“I did some research on the camera.” Shane walked over to the tripod. “It was one of the best money could buy in the 1920s, but only for people who had a lot of it.”
“I guess that gives us a better timeline for when they lived here. She looks to be what—in her thirties or forties in these pictures?” I held one of them up that showed her face.
“Yeah, it’s hard to say.” Dante shrugged. “If you want to help us carry these pictures downstairs, we might be able to look through them with better lighting.”
“Absolutely!” I nodded quickly and grabbed a box.
The photographs were incredible. Mr. Herrington seemed to truly enjoy his wife’s body, whether she had been punished or not, because she was in almost every one. They definitely seemed to like taking pictures of themselves when they were having sex, and they didn’t care how graphic the pictures were. There were some that showed her across his knee, being spanked, paddled, and punished with a short wooden cane. The most impressive part was the smile on her face which reflected true pleasure, even when they looked to be fairly severe. We spent hours digging through the photographs, organizing them, and making comments about what we saw. By the time we had finished, I felt like I knew more about her than what she wrote about in her journal.
“These people were like sexual deviants.” Dante chuckled and stared at a few of the photographs. “I mean, to take pictures of this kind of stuff back then?”
“I think they were just free spirited.” I smiled and held up one of the pictures. “How is that position even possible?”
“Maybe we’ll practice later.” Shane gave me a quick wink and chuckled.
“Well, one thing is clear. Mr. Herrington definitely knew how much his wife liked this kind of stuff, and wanted to have the most extensive collection of personal porn ever made!” I shook my head in disbelief.
“It’s crazy that they left it all behind. Maybe she was the one who nailed the room shut after her husband passed.” Dante sighed and nodded. “She probably didn’t want any of the kids to find it.”
“Probably so.” I leaned back and smiled. “I guess I’ve got more material for my screenplay now, even if I’m going to have to make up the ending.”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something good.” Shane turned his head towards the clock on the wall. “How long do you have to stay with us tonight, anyway?”
“I told my parents I was staying with Jackie.” I bit down on my lip and grinned.
“Then I think we should go make some memories that put these to shame.” Dante leaned forward. “If you can find something naughty to do, I finally finished restoring that paddle you picked out in the basement.”
“Oh really?” My eyebrows shot up with excitement. “Then I better find something really naughty.”
“You two have fun with that. I’ll wait until you’re ready for the real action to begin before I join you.” Shane chuckled and shook his head.
20
Brianna
I had been looking forward to finding out how the paddle felt since I found it. I asked Dante about it every day for the first week, but they were busy with the house, so I understood why he couldn’t devote a lot of time to refinishing it and getting it ready for use. Our trips to the bedroom had been fairly vanilla since Halloween night, outside of a few slaps on my ass in the heat of passion. Not that having two men to share the bed with would have been vanilla to most people, but I had tasted something that continued to pique my interest. Reading about it in Abigail’s diary stoked the fire and made me crave it even more.
I walked up the stairs at an eager pace, hoping that Dante gave me a few minutes to figure something out before he followed me. The trips to the bedroom would have probably been a little kinkier if we weren’t still in the honeymoon phase of our sexual exploration. I still had a lot to learn since I was a virgin when they met me, but that didn’t erase the desires Dante had awakened. I understood why Shane didn’t care much about watching. The more we talked, I realized that his dominance was sexually driven, and he got plenty of that without the need to spank or punish. Dante was a little different, and that was exactly what I had been craving. There would be plenty of time for Shane to chase his own desire once Dante got me so turned on I couldn’t function without feeling them both inside me at the same time.
Okay, it looks like I’m not going to have to try very hard to find something naughty to do.
I walked into the room and realized Dante had already put a lot of thought into the scenario he had planned. It might not have been a full Funhouse, but the game was definitely on for the two of us. The bed was made and on the nightstand next to it was a bottle of wine, my pack of cigarettes from Halloween night, a porno magazine, and a white index card. I walked closer and saw that he had written something on it.
‘I’m not supposed to be home until tomorrow and you think you have the house all to yourself’ —D.
My panties were already wet when I started peeling off my jeans. I poured a glass of wine, sipped it, and then let my panties hit the floor. The magazine was filthy, although the images didn’t turn me on nearly as much as the thought of what I would be doing before the night was over. I stretched out on the bed, and started to rub my clit as I flipped the pages. Dante seemed to be taking his time, and I was getting more turned on as I waited, so I had to stop after a few quick rotations. I waited until I finally heard his footsteps on the stairs before I lit a cigarette and started to finger myself a little more. When his footsteps got closer to the door, I closed my eyes and prepared to be caught in the ultimate act of naughtiness.
“Brianna, what the fuck are you doing!?” The door flew open and I heard his voice echo through the room with a growl.
“Oh crap!” I faked surprise and sat up. “You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow!”
“Yeah, well, I’m here now, and you’re in a lot of trouble.” He slammed the door and walked towards the bed.
The cigarette went in the glass of wine and Dante jerked me off the bed so hard that I stumbled when I landed on my feet. He sat down and slung me across his knee, quickly trapping my arm against the small of my back. His hand started to fall hard and fast, without giving me a moment to prepare. It was harder than the first spanking I got, and not having my panties on for the beginning of it made the sting erupt across my ass a lot faster. I felt the tingle immediately as my pussy was vibrated from the feeling of his hand crashing down on my exposed ass. I squirmed, grinding my clit into his leg as he punished me. It turned me on so much I thought I was going to orgasm before he even gave my ass a pink glow.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Naughty girl. Smoking? Drinking? Looking at dirty magazines? You’re going to be across my knee for a long time tonight.” He squeezed his grip on my wrist. “You won’t just be getting my hand, either.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! What does that mean!?” I looked over my shoulder and feigned confusion, even though I understood what he was alluding to.
“What do you think?” He stopped spanking me and reached over to open the nightstand drawer. “You know exactly what happens when you misbehave like this.”
The paddle was beautiful. It didn’t even look like the same rugged piece of wood I found in the basement. He had sanded it down, stained it with a dark brown finish, and applied a clear coat that made it shine like it was brand new. He shifted me on his knee and tapped it on my ass a few times before he lifted it and gave me the first smack. It sent a sting through me that was almost orgasmic when it mixed with my desires. I arched my back and let out a moan, which probably wasn’t exactly what he was looking for because the paddle came down a lot harder the next time I felt it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” I shifted on his knee and rubbed my clit against him even harder. “Ow! Ouch! I’m sorry!�
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“You’re gonna be sorry, that’s for damn sure.” He started paddling me again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I wasn’t sorry. I was a long way from sorry. My body was on fire and I could barely feel the pain. I rubbed my clit against him with more fury as the paddle continued to fall. The pressure was intense and it built up inside me so fast I could hardly contain it. I wanted to keep feeling that mixture of pleasure and pain, but I was entranced in my own bliss. My hips shook, my muscles tensed, and then the release rushed through my veins. I started to cum against his leg and he kept paddling me while I orgasmed. I was in heaven and there was nowhere else I would have rather been in that moment. The paddle slowed down as my orgasm subsided, and then he stopped when I slumped forward.
“I guess I made an absolute mess of this fantasy.” I giggled and looked at the wet spot that I left on his leg.
“The paddle didn’t have the desired effect, I suppose.” Dante chuckled and shook his head. “You were supposed to be getting punished, not getting off.”
“I couldn’t help it. You made me wait so long between my spankings that I was in uncontrolled bliss.” I pushed up and Dante helped me sit down on the bed. “Ow, okay—still hurts when I sit.”
“A paddle like this is meant to sting, but it’s not heavy enough to do much more than that.” Dante tossed it on the table. “A real naughty girl would find it quite uncomfortable.”
“Probably so.” I giggled and looked towards the door. “Should we let Shane know we’re done with this portion of the evening?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Dante nodded and stood.
I stared at the paddle once Dante walked towards the stairs. It was hard to believe I got punished with something that was once used on Abigail Herrington. I felt even more connected to the mysterious woman I was writing a screenplay about. I watched as Shane and Dante walked back into the room. They immediately started removing their clothes and I stripped off my shirt. I could see the lust in their eyes, so I knew they were going to do more than just take turns enjoying my body. Shane crawled into bed first and started to let his fingertips trace my skin. He worked his way down my abdomen and rubbed my clit before going lower and plunging a finger into my wetness.
“Fuck, you already made her cum?” Shane looked at Dante in surprise. “I thought you weren’t going to start without me.”
“I didn’t even touch her.” Dante chuckled. “She did that all on her own.”
Shane turned over and dropped on his back after he had a condom unrolled on his length. I straddle him and grinned when I felt his glans begin to enter my pussy. Dante climbed behind me and started to lubricate my ass with my lust. I was definitely getting both of them at the same time, and it had been a few days since I felt that kind of fury, so I was excited to have them ravage my body. I leaned forward and kissed Shane, slowly moving my hips and forcing his cock to grind against my g-spot. The first orgasm made me even hornier than I was before I felt it, and the feeling was amazing. After I had taken Shane’s entire length several times, I felt Dante begin to push into my ass.
“Oh god, that feels good.” My head went back and I gasped when he drove his cock deep inside my ass.
“We’re not going to make you wait tonight.” Dante growled into my ear as he puled back and gave me another hard thrust.
“No, especially after you started without me.” Shane groaned in pleasure as I descended on his shaft.
I felt Shane’s arms wrap around my back as Dante held onto my hips. Shane drove his cock upwards into my pussy while Dante hammered me from behind. They timed their thrusts so that each one pulled back and went deep at the same time. I wasn’t going to be able to take that for long without erupting in bliss. The pleasure surged through my veins as they picked up the pace. Dante slammed into me so hard I could feel the sting across the surface of my ass each time our skin collided together. I felt the pressure building up inside me pretty quickly, and my muscles tensed. The combination of their thunderous thrusts was too intense for my body to contain my euphoria and I started to orgasm.
“Harder—oh please, harder!” I purred into Shane’s ear as the pleasure seized my body.
Shane and Dante both reacted to my request by slamming into me so hard my body felt like it was getting beaten by their powerful frames, but I didn’t care. The need was too strong. The orgasm took me so deep into my own desires that I had to feel more. Their fury immediately set off another orgasm before the first one was done. I spasmed on both of their thick cocks, and that seemed to be more than they could handle as well. Both of them began to throb and pulsate inside me. A few seconds later, they were both erupting. Shane gasped and Dante roared as their balls were drained. The thrusts slowed down and I sank against Shane’s chest while Dante slumped against my back.
“Don’t you even think of going anywhere.” Dante was breathing hard, but his voice was still laced with desire. “I’m going to want more in just a few minutes.”
“Me too.” Shane nodded and held me tight. “In fact, I feel it already.”
“Oh wow, you’re not even going to give me a break?” I moaned when he started to slowly thrust inside me again.
“How many times did you cum? I’ve got a long way to go before I catch up with you.” Shane chuckled and I felt his glans throb.
This is going to be a very long night.
21
Shane
One month later
“Are we ever going to talk about it, or are we just going to keep pretending like Brianna’s not leaving us in a few weeks?” I walked into the living room and sat down across from Dante.
“I don’t fucking know, man.” Dante exhaled sharply and looked at the ceiling. “I keep hoping she’ll bring it up.”
“Every time we get to that point, she lures us up the stairs.” I chuckled under my breath. “Not that I ever have any complaints.”
“Me either, but you’re right—we have to talk about it at some point.” Dante nodded and lowered his head. “Tonight.”
“We have so much work to do in this house, otherwise I’d say fuck it and start looking for a house in California to flip next.” I folded my arms across my chest. “I guess that’s presuming a lot.”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that as well. Brianna has known we’re on borrowed time from the beginning. Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t bring it up. She doesn’t want to ruin the fantasy.” Dante sighed and shook his head.
“That’s all we promised too, from the first night she showed up. The Funhouse just hasn’t closed its doors yet.” My lips formed a thin line and my stomach started to tense up. “I don’t want to lose her.”
“You’re not the only one.” Dante nodded. “Tonight we have to do more than talk about it—we have to convince Brianna that this is something we want to last forever.”
“Agreed.” I exhaled slowly, trying to quell the sick feeling trying to form in my gut. “Either way, we have to figure it out together.”
Things were going so well with Brianna that I dreaded the conversation we knew we had to have. She had hopes and dreams that went beyond Bakersfield, and we were stuck in the small town until Overlook Mansion was fully restored. The task had proved to be a lot more work than we originally imagined, especially when we figured out that the old house was full of secrets. The set of blueprints we were given didn’t even begin to cover what was really hidden in those walls. Some of the hidden spots were in full view and had been discovered over the years, but we found others that were untouched. None of them were as interesting as the punishment room in the basement or the room with the camera, but they were going to drive up the resell value considerably.
We’ve got too much at stake to walk away, and so much work to do before we can turn the kind of profit required to keep the business going.
* * *
A few hours later
“Okay, are you guys not even opening the door for me anymore?
” Brianna pushed open the front door and slammed it shut once she was inside.
“Sorry, I was setting the table and Dante is still getting dressed.” I walked into the foyer and extended my hand. “Come, we’ve got something special for you tonight.”
“Special? I like the sound of that.” She smiled and took my hand. “Why are you dressed up?”
“You’ll see.” I led her into the dining room.
Dante and I had put a lot of work into getting the dining room ready for a proper evening dinner. We needed pictures for the website anyway, and there was no reason to waste an opportunity to have a nice sit down meal. I didn’t like to cook much, but I didn’t think take-out would set the right atmosphere for the discussion we needed to have. I saw Brianna’s eyes flash with interest once she saw the table, the way it was set up, and a bouquet of fresh flowers in the center. I escorted her to her seat and pulled out the chair so she could sit down. As soon as she was seated, I poured a glass of wine and uncovered the appetizer. I scooped out a fried green tomato and placed it on her plate. I wasn’t sure if she would like the kind of food my grandmother used to make, but it was ninety percent of what I knew how to cook.
“Wow, you went all out.” She picked up her fork and stabbed at the breaded surface. “I’m not sure what this is, exactly.”
“It’s a fried green tomato.” I chuckled and sat down in my chair. “Trust me, it’s better than it sounds.”
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