“And what happens at the biweekly Tuesday night BDSM poker game?” Kinsey asked, sounding a bit breathless, and more than a little excited.
Drake waited until they reached the truck before answering. “I think we’ll go by the Tavern tonight and give you a taste. Drake needs a refresher lesson in timing.”
“Huh?”
Drake gave her a quick hug before helping her into the back seat of the truck. He frowned when he saw a bags and boxes filling more than half the seat. When they had arrived, the truck had been empty. “What’s all this?”
Kinsey glanced over her shoulder then turned back at him. “I bought some things for your house. If you don’t like them, I’ll put them in my house once it’s finished.”
Instead of answering, Drake buckled her seatbelt and, after brushing a quick, hard kiss on her lips, stepped back. “Sit here and behave. We’ll head out in a few minutes,” he said right before closing the door.
Logan had just finished settling the horses in the trailer when Drake reached him. Once the trailer was closed and ready to roll, Drake wrapped his hand around Logan’s neck and guided him to the space between the trailer and the truck. Pulling his boy close, Drake kissed him, exerting control as he silently directed the kiss, taking Logan’s mouth deep and hard.
“We’re going to the Tavern,” he said once he finally pulled back and took a deep breath. “You will be punishing Kinsey for being late in meeting the guys before the rodeo. Then you will be getting a lesson on proper timing. Do you understand?”
He could see Logan had already shifted into his submissive mindset. “Yes, Master.”
“So you need to come up with Kinsey’s punishment, though I think a bare-assed, over-the-knee spanking would work, as long as you make it long enough and strong enough to teach the lesson. You will also need to talk it through with her beforehand, and have her apologize and forgive her afterwards,” Drake said conversationally, as his hands slid to the bigger man’s shoulders and worked out the tension he felt building there.
“Yes, Master. Thank you for the suggestion.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Drake turned his boy and gave his ass a sharp smack to get him moving. “And just to be mean, you will not be getting spanked.”
* * * *
By the time Drake parked in front of the Tavern, Logan had decided that Drake was right. A good old-fashioned spanking was more than appropriate for Kinsey’s transgression since they had not witnessed it firsthand. As he climbed out of the truck, he wondered if having her give them both blowjobs would get his own punishment lightened any.
He knew better. He had screwed up. Though they had practiced in their spare moments for the past two months, as they usually did, today his mind wasn’t in the saddle with the rest of him. It was up in the stands wondering how Kinsey was enjoying her first rodeo.
He followed Drake and Kinsey into the Tavern and up the stairs, without acknowledging anyone who called greetings. They had business to tend to, but hopefully, later on, they would return to introduce Kinsey to friends and neighbors who had here gathered after the rodeo instead of drinking at the fairgrounds.
Once behind the locked door of their game room, Logan received a nod from Drake. Taking Kinsey’s hand, he led her to the open space on the other side of the poker table. “Strip and kneel,” he ordered succinctly.
* * * *
Kinsey had followed Drake up the stairs, wondering where they were going and what was going to happen. On the ride from the fairgrounds, neither man had said a word, so obviously something was getting ready to happen.
Once in the room she was shocked to find the room held a poker table near the door and around the room were a whole variety of equipment she recognized from her trips to the clubs with Nelson. “Strip and kneel,” Logan ordered, his voice soft and low but without the power that Drake’s usually held when he gave an order.
She only hesitated a few seconds, but it was enough to cause Logan’s lips to flatten into a disapproving line. When she glanced at Drake, Logan growled deep in his chest. “Don’t look at him. He’s given me the honor of your first punishment.”
Shifting her eyes back to Logan, she saw that he had transformed into a Dom. A Dom who appeared short on patience as he watched her.
Kinsey quickly stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the round table. Once she was naked, she moved to stand before Logan and then knelt as Drake and Logan preferred. With knees spread wide, hands on her thighs palms up, and eyes on the floor, she waited, trying to remember what she had done.
Logan’s boots moved through her field of vision as he walked around her once, and then again. Then he carried a chair and set it so she could see two of the legs. She had no idea what Drake was doing, but at this moment, it seemed that Logan was the more dangerous of the two. She watched through her eyelashes as Logan sat on the chair.
“Across my lap, sweets,” he ordered.
“Sir?” she asked without moving.
“What?”
“May I inquire as to what I did wrong?”
There was a moment of silence before Logan said, “Get yourself across my lap and we’ll discuss it.”
As gracefully as she could, considering her insides were quivering with a strange combination of fear and anticipation, Kinsey rose. Moving to the side of the chair, she laid herself across Logan’s thick, muscular thighs. This was not the first time she had received a spanking, though Nelson preferred putting her in time out instead of giving her pain.
She took long, slow breaths, trying to relax everything in her, especially her ass and thighs. Those stress-free seconds lasted until Logan wrapped a hand around the far side of her waist and began to smooth his other hand over the globes of her ass, first the left and then the right. Back and forth, he rubbed his big, callused hand. The feeling was soothing, but still did not answer her question.
“You were told to me Carter and Brody and their men at a certain time, were you not?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you were late,” he said, this time not asking, but informing.
“Only five minutes,” she said, trying to keep her tone respectful and not snarky. “I didn’t want to drag the things I bought all over the fairgrounds, so we took them back to the truck.”
“So, not only were you late, you caused Kyra to be late as well?” Logan asked after a long silent pause. “Do you know how worried her men were? Do you realize how far a car can travel in five minutes if someone had kidnapped you and was racing away? Do you realize how worried Carter and Finn were when their woman wasn’t there on time? A man grabbed her in the grocery store when she was out of Finn’s sight not so very long ago. Letting her go with you at all was a very large step on their part. And when you were late, they didn’t know where to even start to look for you.”
Until that moment, Kinsey had thought being late had been no big deal. Logan’s words, added to what Kyra had told her about being a slave for years to the man who had owned the farm she had bought had her rethinking her position.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think there would be a problem.”
Logan once again went silent for long enough that Kinsey began to grow nervous. When she fidgeted on his lap, the hand holding her waist squeezed tight. “For being late, you will receive five strokes. For causing Kyra to get into trouble with her men, you will receive two strokes. And you will get three for trying to sign up for the rodeo when you don’t even know how to ride a horse.”
Ten strokes wasn’t too bad. She had survived worse, though Logan’s hands were bigger and harder than Nelson’s. That is until Logan stroked something cool and smooth over her ass in the same pattern his warm hand had taken just moments before.
Then the cold disappeared. Smack. Smack.
Fire burned through both sides of her ass at once and she realized instantly that he was using a paddle on her ass instead of his hand.
Smack. Smack.
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nbsp; Her eyes welled up and overflowed as her brain realized the worry she had caused just because she didn’t want to carry a quilt, two framed paintings, and a carved wooden stationary box into the arena.
Smack. Smack.
Logan varied the strokes, one to the upper ass and one to the lower ass, so the entire area burned. Realizing how bad she had fucked up, again, Kinsey began to cry.
Smack. Smack.
The strokes were getting harder, the pain stronger and spreading from her ass to her heart.
Smack. Smack.
“Please, don’t turn me out,” she whispered as a big, rough, warm hand smoothed something cool and smelling of lavender and vanilla over her hot angry skin. His touch soothed even as it seemed to press the painful warmth deeper into her muscles.
“What was that, sweets?” Logan asked as he lifted her easily and set her to sit astride his lap.
“Please don’t turn me out,” she repeated as she buried her face into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I…I…Just don’t send me away.”
By the time she finished begging, her sobs had grown uncontrollable. All she could do was hug her legs to her chest and turn into a human pill bug. She only hoped that they would not toss her away for crying. Or for begging. Or for screwing up in the first time.
Instead of being thrown to the ground, she felt Drake’s arms wrap around her, and lift her from Logan’s lap. A moment later, he sat down in another chair and cradled her securely. “Kinsey, look at me,” he ordered.
She lifted her head and looked at deep blue eyes that looked so solemn. “We will never put you out, though you may walk funny with a sore ass for your misbehaving. We want to keep you for as long as you’re willing to stay,”
“Really?” Kinsey looked from Drake to Logan and back again. Both men nodded at her with smiles though they weren’t as happy as Kinsey would have wanted.
“I want to stay. Forever if you’ll have me,” she admitted softly. She had found her place in the world and it was between these two men, both in bed and on the farm. She had even thought of foregoing the renovations on her new-old house in favor of staying on their farm with them, though she still wanted to raise and sell herbs.
“Well, that sounds like a plan,” Drake said, giving her pill bug form another hug. “But before we go home, a certain sloppy cowboy needs a lesson in timing.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kinsey answered, resting her head on Drake’s chest as he draped a blanket around her.
“Well, boy, why aren’t you naked? I don’t want to spend the entire night here.”
While Logan stripped and put cuffs on his wrists, Kinsey had a chance to check out of the rest of the room. There were several tall cabinets on the walls to either side of the poker table. The wall beside the door they had come through had long boards with pegs on them about chest high.
When Drake helped her to stand, she turned and checked out the rest of the room. Blackout curtains covered the windows on the far side of the room. She recognized a St. Andrew’s cross in one corner. It stood on some sort of stand that allowed it to roll around the room. In the other, several heavy chains hung from the ceiling. There were also several benches and low tables pushed out of the way. The floor was padded and the walls and ceiling appeared covered with some sort of sound muffling material.
By the time she finished her cursory examination of the room, Drake had attached Logan to a low table with his arms spread over his head and attached to two legs, while his ass hung off the edge on the other side. Drake pushed his legs apart until his cock swung freely under the table. After placing a blindfold over Logan’s eyes, he walked over to Kinsey.
Wrapping one hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her close as he dropped his head so his lips were next to her ear. “While I give him his strokes, I want you to crawl under the table and suck his cock. Don’t be consistent in your touch, and don’t let him come. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Now let’s go punish our boy and go home.”
Chapter Eleven
Drake waited until Kinsey got on her back and wiggled under the table before approaching his boy. Logan’s beautifully rounded ass cheeks were just begging for a spanking.
“Boy, you know why we were disqualified this evening,” he said, his voice soft, but filled with the Dom power he wielded so well.
“Yes, Master. My timing was off.”
“It was more than that, wasn’t it? Your head wasn’t where it should be, was it?”
“No, Master, it wasn’t. I was thinking about Kinsey,” Logan admitted softly. “I should have asked for another minute instead of going when we did.”
“Do you accept that you need this lesson in timing and keeping your head where it belongs?”
“Yes, Master,” Logan’s words were growing soft around the edges. He was already sliding into his relaxed, happy place without receiving the first bit of punishment.
“Very well then. For your punishment, you will receive ten strokes, and a fucking and you will not come. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Giving his boy a moment to think and prepare, Drake took a moment to prepare. He opened his jeans and shoved them down so his cock and balls bobbed free. After sheathing his cock in latex and liberally lubing it, he crossed the room and retrieved the leather-covered paddle Logan had laid on the poker table. It made an odd kind of sense to punish Logan with the same implement he had used to spank Kinsey.
Leaning to the side, he looked under the table and met Kinsey’s eyes. He mouthed the words, “Wait for my signal,” and then waved his hand in demonstration. His cock jerked at her smile and nod of understanding.
Then Drake took his position and began to spank Logan with the paddle. His boy was just enough of a masochist not to need a warmup. On the fourth stroke, he waved his hand at Kinsey. As the fifth stroke sounded in the room, Logan whined and lifted his head from the table.
Checking down below, he saw that Kinsey had taken Logan’s full length into her mouth and was now slowly moving it in and out of her mouth. He smiled and went back to administer the last five strokes in an irregular pattern so that Logan could not guess on when the paddle would land.
His cock, which had been hard since talking to Carter and Brody at the rodeo, began to throb with the need to fuck. His release was too close at hand to try and control for long. Grinding his molars together, Drake tossed the paddle toward the table. He didn’t bother to watch and see whether it landed on the table or the floor. Pulling Logan’s ass cheeks wide apart, he positioned the head of his cock at Logan’s puckered star.
“Take a breath and let me in,” was the only warning of what was to come as his hips flexed forward and he pushed into Logan’s body. He did not stop until he was balls deep.
Logan’s head and upper body came off the table as he gave a long groan that sent tingles down Drake’s back. He had been aroused for so long, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.
Grabbing Logan’s hips, he began to thrust in and out. Sweat covered his boy, and his hips were trying to move, but in this position, that was difficult. Especially with a woman sucking his cock.
That reminded him about the rest of his subbie’s punishment. “Back off now, sugar britches.” He grunted the words with each fast thrust of his cock. He could already feel the fire of his orgasm racing down his spine and filling his balls. Two more fast in and out motions, and Drake slammed in one last time and came. His cock spewed, filling the condom, and draining him in a way only a really good orgasm could.
Resting his head in the center of Logan’s back, he took a moment to catch his breath before pulling out. “Sugar britches, release the boy. Help him clean up the room and then the two of you can get dressed,” he ordered before staggering to the connected bathroom.
By the time he cleaned himself up and straightened his own clothing, he found a peaceful serenity in his soul that was so much bigger th
an what he had felt before Kinsey had joined them. He also came up with more and more ways he wanted to play with his subbies. For now though, his job was to keep them from getting off until the sun came up, which meant he would have to keep his hands to himself as well.
Sometimes punishments were hell.
* * * *
As she followed Drake down the stairs to the main room of the Tavern, Kinsey focused on his broad shoulders as she tried not to burst into tears. Getting spanked was bad enough but sucking Logan’s cock while Drake paddled him and then fucked him had proved to be even more tortuous.
Her skin itched with need, and her bra and panties felt two sizes too small. The rough denim between her wet upper thighs chafed, and all she wanted was for someone to fuck her, and at this moment, she wasn’t really all that picky about who.
Just as they reached the front door, a hand grabbed her arm and a deep voice called, “Ace,” loud enough to be heard over the rest of the noise in the room.
Kinsey turned and looked at the person holding her hand. Shocked, she froze mid-step, and she didn’t react when Logan walked into her.
“Sweets? What’s wrong?” Logan asked, wrapping an arm around her as he worked to keep them both on their feet.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered as she looked up at the man frowning down at her as he continued holding her arm.
The man she had been told was dead seven months earlier.
“Kinsey? Talk to us,” Logan orders as he pulls her closer to his side.
She tried to pull her arm free, but the man wouldn’t let go. She was trapped in his gaze, the dark coffee-brown eyes that looked angry as they met hers. Then he looked away and growled. “Let her go, asshole.”
Kinsey shied away, leaning into Logan, accepting his strength and warmth as hers seemed to seep out her cowboy boots into the hardwood floor.
She sighed when Drake stepped up on her other side, adding his warmth and protection to Logan’s. “What’s going on?”
“I’m here for my girl,” Nelson said as he pulled on Kinsey’s arm again, his fingers painfully tight. She would have bruises tomorrow. “Bitch, get your ass over here and say hello to your Master. Then you can explain who the hell these two are and what the hell you were thinking of running away to bum fuck Kansas without permission.”
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