Sophie couldn’t help but simultaneously be humiliated at the concept, worried about her health, and wondering why everyone who’d had a relationship with her liked to cause her pain.
“Sophia, look at me,” Elizabeth told her, her voice kind and somehow soothing. “I know that face. You’re worrying. I’m not going to beat you. Your health will be my first priority, and I will never give you more than you can take. I won’t hurt any trust you have in me, and I promise that when I do it, I won’t love you any less. After a spanking, I’ll make sure you get all the love and care you need to feel better. The spanking will just be a deterrent to bad behavior and to keep you submissive to my authority. That’s all.”
“I-I won’t behave badly!” Sophie assured desperately. “I’m eighteen, though—I’m too old for spankings. You can just tell me to do something, and I’ll do it, I promise.”
“Just like you promised to call me if you needed help?” Elizabeth retorted, arching an eyebrow.
Sophie flushed. “Well, that was different… I didn’t want…”
Elizabeth’s brow was still arched, looking quite disbelieving. There wasn’t going to be any argument that Sophie could win, she could tell.
“But I’m eighteen,” she repeated, which she felt was her best defense in the anti-spanking argument.
“I know you’re eighteen,” Elizabeth assured, reaching up and tucking a loose curl of Sophie’s drying hair behind her ear, “but sweetheart—you’re still young. You’re going to make mistakes—tons and tons. And I’m going to have to be extra-strict with you to try to keep you from making big ones because you’re so young. You’re still really impressionable.
“Besides,” she continued, “You’ve already earned a good spanking; you have to learn how to ask me for help when I’ve told you to a million times. It’s not like you’ve never had the opportunity, but you just kept looking in my face and lying to me, saying everything was all right. At the end you were doing it while knowing that you were about to sell your virginity like it was hardware.” She shook her head and muttered mostly to herself, “I’m going to send the officer that busted you a damn fruit basket! I’ve never been so thankful in my life.” She squeezed Sophie’s body again. “Do you know what a serious mistake you were going to make?”
Sophie, feeling very scolded and petulant indeed, lowered her eyes to look at Elizabeth’s perfect throat instead of her lecturing eyes.
“And there’s one more important thing, and I want you to think really hard about this. Not everyone can do this, and if you’re against it, then I will still help you in every way I can, even if we can’t be romantically involved…” Elizabeth trailed off.
Sophie launched into a defense. “No, no! I can take the spankings! I can! You won’t give me many anyway, because as I said, I will do everything you say!” she assured desperately… too desperately, maybe. She immediately shut her mouth, flushing.
Elizabeth smiled at her and stroked Sophie’s arm. “No, no. This other thing has to do with my sexual relationship. You see, I’m in a long-term relationship already with my two boyfriends who live here, too.”
Sophie shifted her eyes back and forth, considering this. This was heavy. She hadn’t even heard of anyone living like this. Controlling? Sure. Lesbian? Absolutely. But this… This was new.
“So… It’s not just you and me? The guys downstairs are…”
“Are my boyfriends, yes.”
Deep breaths, Sophie told herself. “Do I have to be… Do they have to… ?” She didn’t know how to word it, but she was absolutely certain that if the men had to “approve” her, she’d be toast. She’d be out of the house by sunset! Any man who’d want Elizabeth couldn’t possibly want Sophie, too.
Elizabeth shifted Sophie on her lap, drawing her even closer. “You don’t have to do anything with them,” Elizabeth promised frankly. “They’re not going to expect sex from you. If you want to, and they want to, and it works, then it’s fine with me, but we’re part of a circle of trust. I’m bringing you into the circle and I’m positive that you’ll get along with them just fine. Trust me; you’re their type. They’re going to love you. But if you don’t like them, you and I will figure something else out. But I want you to realize up-front that it’s not just you and me—there’s more to this ‘us.’” Elizabeth was searching Sophie’s face for something, looking concerned. “How do you feel about that?”
Sophie shrugged. “I don’t know,” she heard herself whispering, daring to be honest. “I don’t know how it’ll work. But I’m willing to try,” she admitted, because she was. She’d try anything to stay with Elizabeth; she didn’t want to let go of her, and she’d be damned if she’d give Liz a reason to drop her.
Elizabeth smiled and kissed her on the lips. “You’d do that for me?” Elizabeth asked her.
Sophie nodded. “Anything,” she promised, then reached her arms around Elizabeth and hugged the woman. Elizabeth smelled so good in her perfume, like soft soap. She was getting held tightly in return, and for a long, wonderful moment, they just sat there in their embrace.
Then Elizabeth took a deep breath and patted Sophie’s bottom. “All right, sweetheart, let’s get this over with.”
“What?” Sophie fretted, not liking the change in tone at all.
“Get over my knees, honey,” Elizabeth ordered. “It’s better to get this discipline done and then I’ll take you downstairs to meet the boys.” She patted Sophie’s butt again as if to tell her to scoot.
Sophie’s eyes widened, unable to believe that it was suddenly time for all these good feelings and excitement to end. “I really don’t want a spanking,” Sophie was brave enough to say, anchoring herself to Elizabeth’s lap.
Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. “Too bad. I’ll give you to the count of three, by which time you’d better be over my knee and already thinking about what your pride has given you the last two years.”
“But—” Sophie tried again.
Elizabeth suddenly didn’t look so warm and cuddly. She looked cross. “One,” she counted.
Sophie’s eyes went round and she scrambled off Elizabeth’s lap by the count of “two” and bent back over it, feeling every bit as ridiculous as she feared she would.
She felt Liz adjust her on her lap so that her bottom was right in the middle, bent upwards, and until Sophie’s toes were only fanning across the floorboards. Elizabeth flipped up Sophie’s sundress over her back and neck.
Suddenly, a horrifying thought occurred to Sophie, and right at the worst possible time. “What if your boyfriends can hear?” she whispered fretfully. Surely Elizabeth didn’t want Sophie to die with mortification when she’d meet the two men.
Elizabeth snorted with amusement. “Believe you me,” she replied, “they’ve heard me give plenty of spankings in the past, and I’ve seen and heard them give plenty of spankings themselves. I assure you that they’ll hardly be alarmed. You need to be worried more about you right now, Sophia.”
Sophie was plenty worried about herself as it was, and they hadn’t even started yet. Still, now her mind digested the image of two men spanking their girlfriends. Did people always do this, and it was just never discussed? Or was it sexual? Or maybe—
All thoughts stopped as soon as Elizabeth’s hand came down firmly upon Sophie’s cotton panties, which were no help at all in blocking the blow. That hand brought a sting that Sophie’s mind hadn’t comprehended possible. “Ow!” she yelped, and even turned her head back toward Elizabeth with an angry glare, but Elizabeth only continued with a look of total focus and determination on her face.
The room quickly rang with the sound of Elizabeth’s hand cracking against Sophie’s bottom cheeks, which sounded shockingly loud.
Sophie had hoped she was just being paranoid when she imagined “only spanking” being horrible, but now she realized that she had every right to worry. Not only about the pain, but the ridiculous amount of noise the event created; even without Sophie’s yips and ‘yikes’, the loud
, sharp clapping sound from the spanking was surely traveling through the house. Anyone standing within a mile, Sophie was sure, who had working ears would surely know that somebody was getting a spanking.
Sophie’s hand flew back to protect her poor, affronted bottom from any further assault.
“Don’t you cover that naughty bottom, young lady!” Elizabeth scolded her, making Sophie’s cheeks glow red. Elizabeth grabbed Sophie’s wrist with her free hand and pinned it to the small of her back.
Feeling quite trapped, Sophie began to kick and flail from the new attack of swats. “No! Nooo! Please!” she whined loudly. “It hurts! It hurts! I can’t take it! I can’t take anymore! Please! Don’t!”
“Oh, this bottom can take a lot more, and it will if you ever take matters into your own hands again! Pride is not an excuse, do you understand?”
Oh, my God, I’m actually gonna die, Sophie thought fretfully. She was already cringing. “Yes! Yes, I understand! Please!”
“No, your bottom isn’t done yet! I want you to think about how foolish you’ve been every time you sit down today. I do not like giving discipline spankings, Sophia, but don’t ever think I won’t!”
Sophie was struggling to breathe over the sharp pain that landed over and over again on her bottom. She would do anything to avoid this.
* * *
Josh and Charlie, even though they had been pretending to ignore the sounds upstairs at first, were now looking straight up at the ceiling without restraint. They could even hear the words of Liz’s scolding over the loud smacking noises and between unintelligible whimpering. “I can’t believe that you’d go out and do something so horribly dangerous rather than just call and ask me for help! Do you know you could have been killed? … No, I’m not going to stop yet! I want to make sure the message gets written on this naughty behind of yours not to take those sorts of risks ever again. I’ve never heard of such a thing! What were you thinking?”
Josh adjusted his bulge and then took a swig of orange juice. “I missed this,” he said, pointing up.
“That witch is trying to destroy me,” Charlie declared with an unhappy grunt, although he was packing some serious wood, too. He forgot how damn arousing Liz’s scoldings were or how witnessing real discipline made him feel. Still, he hated being manipulated. “It’s not going to work. I am not going to take on another little girl, I’m just not. You give them the moon, and then they roll over you with it,” Charlie added sourly.
“Wow. Lacey trashed you, man. But really, I never liked her much to begin with. For one, you could tell she wasn’t a Liz fan. And you have to be a Liz fan to live in this fine establishment.” He tousled his unwashed hair; Charlie feared that was the way Josh was styling it nowadays. “Second, I didn’t like Lacey because she was a selfish jerk.”
Charlie rolled his eyes with disagreement.
“She was, man! You just never saw it because you were always cock-deep in her. She was like an evil soul-sucking siren from hell. She also fake-cried to get her way all the time.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Hear that? That’s the sound of actual tears. It’s delicious. She sounds like she’s in actual pain, man. And do you know why?” Josh asked, his brows raised. “Because she probably is in actual pain. This kid’s ass isn’t made of leather and I’m guessing she can’t subspace in negative-one seconds!”
“You’re saying that like subspace is a bad thing,” Charlie replied in a drawl.
“It is when a girl actually could benefit from a little discipline, yeah,” Josh replied with fervor. “And Lacey needed a lot of it. She was a brat, and not the cute, fun kind. She was out of control. Mean-spirited. I was glad to see her go.”
Charlie didn’t reply for a second; he felt a desire to defend Lacey, but at the same time, he was still stinging from being dumped. He eventually griped, “I think Liz is being pretty high-handed about this new girl, honestly. I can’t believe she just brought her in here without talking to us about it first.”
Josh responded with a look that was one-hundred-percent judgmental. “It’s called being a good Samaritan, bro,” Josh explained curtly. “You know Liz has been banging her head against the wall for forever trying to figure out how to give the kid a leg-up. When she found a way, she took it. Good for her. Besides, I can find more deserving things to gripe about than our girlfriend bringing home a young, innocent, spankable, virgin girl.”
“We don’t know anything about her. She could be… I don’t know. A psycho or something,” Charlie reminded peevishly.
“Well, just keep an open mind,” Josh replied. “I mean, yeah—Liz sometimes steers us around by our noses. But let me ask you this: has she yet steered us wrong?”
Chapter Four
Sophie had never cried so hard in her life, even though she had been in more pain than this.
Spanking heralded a different sort of pain; one where she didn’t feel angry, or even abused and nervous. Actually, she was surprised to find herself filled with relief.
Elizabeth, although she had proved to be a disciplinarian extraordinaire when she’d made her bottom feel like it was on fire (a burning, pulsing fire), now was shushing her, making cooing noises, and rubbing her hand across her lower back soothingly. When Sophie’s sobs quieted slightly, Elizabeth said gently, “You’re not going to keep anything in now, are you? You’re going to let me take care of you?”
Sophie gave out another breathy sob as she said, “Yes, Ma’am, I swear.”
“Good girl.” Elizabeth rubbed her fingers against Sophie’s burning bottom for a second, then she helped Sophie off her lap and had Sophie stand in front of her briefly. However, when Elizabeth saw that Sophie was standing on wobbly legs, Sophie was ushered back onto her lap, only right-end-up now, practically cradling her in her arms. Sophie’s bottom was killing her and it was impossible to get comfortable, but in moments, Sophie didn’t care. Elizabeth rocked her, kissed her cheeks and forehead, and assured her that she’d be protected and kept safe like the treasure she was.
Sophie almost felt herself drift off to sleep, and surely would have if her stomach didn’t growl.
Elizabeth patted her bottom softly and said, “I want to get some food in you. And then you’re going back up here for a nap, young lady. You look pooped.”
Sophie chewed her lip nervously. She really couldn’t bear the thought of meeting two men right now. She was too tired, too vulnerable, her ass throbbed, and the fact that they’d know what had just occurred in here would cause her humiliation galore. “No, no… I’ll just nap right now,” she replied, rolling off Elizabeth’s lap and onto the bed, where she promptly began cleaning the tears off her face with her sleeve.
She didn’t fool Elizabeth for a second. The woman only stood up, ironed out her skirt with her hands, and sighed, “Sophia, it’s time to meet the guys. They’re not going anywhere. When you leave this room, they’ll still be there, and they’ll still know you were spanked. If you don’t like them knowing it, then be a good girl. Now, come on. Move it, missy.”
Elizabeth’s hurry-inducing hand-clapping made Sophie sniffle and slowly slink unhappily off the bed. Elizabeth looked at the ceiling, obviously exasperated, grabbed Sophie’s hand, and then walked her into the bathroom where a washcloth was wetted and Elizabeth cleaned the dried tears off Sophie’s face. Afterward, she turned Sophie around and put her hair up in a fishtail braid so quickly that Sophie was in awe by it—she couldn’t tie her own shoes so quickly.
After knowing her for two years, Sophie understood that Elizabeth was very choosy about what she would let Sophie compliment her on, and fishtail braids, or the ease of their making, was not something she’d let Sophie invest her time in talking about. Elizabeth turned Sophie toward the door and patted the back of her skirt before Sophie allowed her to lead her out of the room and down the stairs. “Who’s Lacey?” she asked, pointing to the door.
“An old girlfriend. She doesn’t live here any longer,” Elizabeth replied simply, and she continued down the stairs, stemm
ing away any other questions about whoever Lacey was and where she was at this moment. Elizabeth merely told her to stop stalling and led her into the kitchen.
When Sophie made it into the kitchen, she froze, suddenly very intimidated. She simply wasn’t used to seeing such attractive people everywhere she went. The men in the kitchen were ridiculously handsome. It was almost offensive—both men looked like gods who got lost in Liz’s kitchen on the way to Mount Olympus. Judging from their build and their size, they had to be athletes. There was one sitting on a stool at the kitchen island who had broad shoulders and highlighted, tousled hair. He was a little scruffy and younger than the other one and he was sporting the just-got-out-of-bed look.
The other was standing at the sink with a dishcloth slung over his shoulder. He was big enough to swallow her whole; she probably wouldn’t even get caught in his gigantic neck on the way down. Still, he was dressed impeccably well in a pink tie and a three-piece suit, had his hair combed and slicked back, and his face was perfectly shaven. He looked familiar, somehow, like she’d seen him a few times before, but she couldn’t place where. How she could have forgotten meeting someone who looked like that, however, was the true mystery.
“Sophia, this is Charlie,” Elizabeth quickly introduced as soon as they walked into the room, pointing at the man who’d been washing the dishes, “and this is his brother, Josh Hobbes. Guys?” She gestured, smiling, at Sophie. “This is Sophia Lynn Benny.”
“No way is she eighteen,” the one with highlights, Josh, cried while slapping his hand on the counter. He smiled, exposing pearl-white teeth. “No way! Look at her—she’d fit into overhead storage!”
Sophie frowned and blushed, stepping closer to Elizabeth, who snapped, “Shut up, Josh!” She turned to Sophie, grabbed her hand, and pulled her close, putting an arm across her waist. “I’m sorry about him,” Elizabeth said. “Josh isn’t housebroken yet. That’s why we make him live in the back yard.”
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