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Authors: Sierra Cartwright,Annabel Joseph,Cari Silverwood,Natasha Knight,Sue Lyndon,Emily Tilton,Cara Bristol,Renee Rose,Alta Hensley,Trent Evans,Ashe Barker,Katherine Deane,Korey Mae Johnson,Kallista Dane

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BOOK: Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories
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“Why did you stop?” she asked, breathless.

“You have to be a good girl to come.” My voice sounded hoarse.

“I will be. I promise.”

“I know you will. Now, face forward while I get your pretty little asshole ready to take the plug.”

I could hear her swallow, and she did as she was told. I emptied half the bottle of lube on the crack of her ass and began to massage it around the tight hole.

“Oh, Jace, that’s...”

“You like me playing with your asshole, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You think you’ll like my finger inside your ass?”

“Yes. Yes please.” I smiled, my cock wanting—no, needing—release as I pushed a finger inside her, her moan telling me she was enjoying this entirely too much

“You like being fucked in the ass, Lisa?”

She nodded her head once.

“Dirty girl. Are you going to show the boys your tail tonight?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Jace, that’s so good.”

“Second finger, Lisa.”

She arched her back and I met with a little resistance as I pushed through the barrier, lubricating her inside to take the sizeable plug. It took all I had not to ejaculate right inside my pants like some fifteen year old kid while I finger fucked her ass, teasing her, not allowing her to come just yet.

“I think you’re ready to take your tail. Hand it to me.”

She did and I lubricated the toy before bringing the tip of it to her asshole. “It’s thick and long. Not as big as my cock, which is dying to fuck your ass right now, but big. You’ll wear it all night while you serve us, and, when instructed, you’ll bend over and flip your skirt up to show the boys.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I began to fuck her with the toy as I took her clit between two fingers. As soon as I did, as soon as I began to manipulate that little nub, her asshole opened up to me and I pushed the plug through, twisting it a little at the widest point, and when I heard her cry out, I thrust it in to the hilt, filling her ass as she came in my hand, her body trembling with pleasure, her whimpers music to my ears.

The doorbell rang as I finished, and I slapped her ass, looking down at the gorgeous tail between her cheeks.

“Go clean up. I’ll let our guests in. I expect you back in three minutes, ready to serve drinks.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And, Lisa?”

“Yes?”

“No one will touch you but me tonight. They can look. They can want. But only I get to have you, understand?”

She nodded and laughed a nervous little laugh.

Chapter Five

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Lisa

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O
nly I get to have you...

I couldn’t believe what was happening. What
had just
happened between Jace and I. What I was about to do. But, sure enough, with each step, the soft fur of the tail reminded me precisely of my predicament. Although some part of me, a part I should perhaps be ashamed of, thrived in this role. I liked being looked at. I liked doing as I was told. I liked men watching me, knowing I had power over them even in submission. Knowing they wanted me. Knowing all the while that I was safe. That Jace would take care of me. He wouldn’t let anyone else touch me.

This thing between us—I wondered if this was his plan for the weekend all along, the business with the pot just an excuse. I didn’t know if it was or if he’d gotten caught up in this game. He was attracted to me, as attracted as I was to him. He had licked my pussy. He’d made me come. And, in his words, he’d promised more.

Once I was ready, I walked nervously into the living room where three sets of eyes turned immediately to me, two shocked, one grinning, holding a paddle in his hand, suddenly making me realize the spanking I’d received earlier was most likely not my last. But would he do it in front of his friends? I wasn’t sure what I felt about that. What I should feel versus what my belly did at the thought of it, of submitting to Jace, of bending over and baring my ass to be paddled while his friends watched.

“Boys, you remember Lisa?”

“Sure do,” Vance said.

“How you doing, Lisa?” Nick asked. “You look fucking amazing.”

“Um, thanks.”

“Lisa is going to serve us tonight.”

“How’d you manage that?”

“She lost a bet,” Jace said, winking at me.

“Well, I won’t complain,” one of them said, but I wasn’t sure which one because my attention was wholly on Jace.

“Why don’t you come closer and show the boys your outfit.”

I swallowed, my clit throbbing as I walked on leaden legs. The top of the uniform barely covered the front of my breasts but left me almost wholly exposed on each side. The skirt skimmed the very tops of my thighs and it stood shorter around the back, which I became very aware of as I, at Jace’s command, turned to give them a view of my ass.

“Holy fuck,” one of the men said.

“Lean forward and lift your skirt. Show them your pretty little tail.”

I leaned a little forward, arching my back, my sex on fire as I reached back to raise my skirt, this act of baring myself so fucking arousing I felt the trickling of it at my thighs. The tail tickled the backs of my legs as someone played with it, lifting it to look at me while I remained as I was, allowing this inspection of my most private parts.

“She has a great ass, doesn’t she?”

“That she does.”

Jace dropped my skirt and tapped my hip. “We need some drinks, but, one thing first, Lisa,” he said, checking his watch. “I told you, you had three minutes. You took ten.”

“Oh. I...I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, what?”

I looked at the two watching Jace and I, their arousal evident both at the crotch of their pants and in their eyes. I realized this wasn’t going to be about me parading around while they watched with their tongues wagging. Jace had a plan. And I knew the paddle in his hand would play a leading role in that plan. The fact that his buddies would witness what he would require of me? It only made me hotter.

“Lisa?”

“Sir.”

“Very nice,” Vance said, sitting down on the couch.

“You were seven minutes late, which means seven strokes. Now, I’ll give you a choice. You’re going to get paddled. Your choice is this: Face the boys and bend over, hands on your knees so they can see you take your paddling, or turn your back to them and lift your skirt so they get to watch your ass take it,” Jace said, walking toward me while Nick joined Vance on the couch to watch the show.

I looked at Jace, then at the paddle, then at his tightly stretched pants, and back at that paddle. It was long and rectangular and didn’t look at all friendly. Seven strokes with that thing would probably make the spanking I’d taken earlier seem like play.

“Lisa, I’m thirsty, and you’re holding things up.”

I glanced at Vance and Nick, both of them with wide grins, almost holding their breath. I knew it would be easier if I took it with my ass to them. Having to see them would be more humiliating than anything else. But when I took up the position Jace required, I moved without thinking, facing them squarely, bending over, placing my hands just above my knees and meeting their gazes.

I wanted this. I wanted them to watch me take it. I wanted them to witness my paddling.

Nick stroked his cock through his pants while I waited. Jace stepped closer and lifted my skirt up over my back then twisted the plug to flip the tail up as well, exposing my cheeks.

“Seven strokes. You won’t move and you’ll keep the count. If you break position, I will add strokes, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He placed a hand at my lower back and held me against his thigh for support.

I almost softened at that gesture, almost, but then the first of the seven fell and all I could do was gasp for breath.

Fuck.

It hurt way more than his hand had.

“Lisa.”

“One.”

He struck again, the paddle large enough to hit both cheeks at once in exactly the same spot.

“Two. Oh God.”

“Just the count will do.”

Someone on the couch chuckled.

“Are you looking at Vance and Nick?” Jace asked.

I met their gazes, which were glued to mine. Tears made my vision blur, though, as the third stroke fell “Three.”

He waited, rubbing the paddle against my ass, gripping my waist. A tear dropped off my face and onto the carpet just as Jace struck, that fourth one nearly making me tumble forward as I cried out.

“Four!”

No one spoke as the next strokes landed, two, each with a pause in between which only made it that much more unbearable.

“Last one,” Jace said, giving me even longer on this one, that minute the longest of my life.

“Seven!”

“That’s a good girl.” Jace adjusted the tail then righted me, and I had to admit that the twist of the plug inside me added a whole other sensation to the agony of my paddling.

“Go get us some beers and serve dinner, Lisa.”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed, unable to meet the eyes of the men on the sofa as I sniffled and wiped my eyes. Once in the kitchen, I rubbed my butt, kneading the tender, hot flesh, tears escaping my eyes as I heard them pat Jace on the back.

I don’t know why I did it. Why I didn’t just walk out of the house and refuse. I should have done that. I should have wanted to do that. It wasn’t that he’d tell our parents about the pot. I wasn’t sure I cared if he did at this point. In fact, I bet he wouldn’t tell. But something else kept me there. Kept me going as I served drinks, my tail reminding me how exposed I was with each step, knowing three sets of eyes watched me even though they spoke as if I weren’t there at all. It made me even more aroused.

Dinner went by without a hitch. Almost. Until I dropped a wine glass to the floor and it shattered. At least it had been empty, but all the same, Jace touched the paddle on the table.

“Oh, no, please. I’m sorry, Sir. It was an accident.”

“Is your ass sore, Lisa?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“All right, how about a choice. Time on the couch, your skirt lifted, like you were earlier, or take six strokes of the paddle.”

Why did submission make me so fucking hot? Even as it humiliated me, I dripped.

“How long will I be on display, Sir?”

“Until it’s time for dessert.”

I glanced at the paddle then at the men. They’d all seen me already. Why would this matter?”

“I’ll take the couch, Sir.”

He nodded. “Go ahead then. Push that ass out so we can see it properly. If you don’t, you’ll get paddled beforehand anyway.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Lisa?” he called out as I knelt on the couch.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Are you aroused? Don’t lie.”

I felt heat spread over my neck, face, and ears. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Jace gestured for me to get on with it, and I positioned myself as he wanted, on my knees, my ass to his guests, and lifted my skirt up over my hips. I then settled in and waited until I was excused, all the while feeling the slippery evidence of my arousal dripping down my thighs.

Chapter Six

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Jace

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I
t wouldn’t have been possible for my cock to be any harder by the time Vance and Nick left. Their cocks, too, I imagined. Difference was, my happy ending was waiting for me on her knees, her ass bared, her cunt wet and greedy.

She’d been sent back to the couch after dessert, but one look at her dripping pussy told me she was as aroused as I.

“You were very good, Lisa.”

“You were cruel.”

“I think you like cruel.”

She didn’t affirm or deny. I pulled my shirt over my head as she watched, then undid my pants and pushed them and my underwear down to my knees.

“You make me hard,” I said, stroking my cock.

She watched, licking her lips, and I touched the head of it to her ass cheek, wiping the drop of pre-cum there.

“I don’t want to come in my hand, Lisa.”

She shook her head at the idea.

“I need to fuck you. I’ve been needing to since I licked your cunt. Hell, since I took you over my knee earlier today.”

“Me too, Jace. God, I’m dying here.”

“Then show me your cunt.”

With dark, lustful eyes, she reached back to twist the plug and lift the tail out of the way. She then arched her back and looked at me. “Fuck me, Jace. Give it to me hard. I need it.”

I gripped her hips, her words alone almost making me come. Pulling her backward, I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust in in one long, hard push. She was ready for me; the juices on her thighs and dripping cunt told me that much. She cried out, and I reached around to take her clit. Her cunt was tight and hot, and I fucked her hard, pressing the heel of my hand against the plug as I did, hearing her moans of pleasure, and, when her pussy squeezed my cock as she came, I throbbed inside her, filling her with my seed, calling out her name as I gripped a handful of hair to tug her head backward, wanting to watch her come, wanting her to watch me.

*****

F
uck.

I looked over at Lisa asleep next to me. My head pounded and I squinted against the sunshine, making my way out of the bed quietly to pull the curtains closed. My brain asked me, not too gently, what the fuck I though I was doing. When I’d offered this weekend as an out for me not telling our parents about her latest run-in with the authorities, it truly was with the intention of teaching her a lesson, trying to break through the wall she had built around herself that made her so much—not herself. But then I’d gone and fucked her.

Shit.

Had this been my motivation from the start? Could I be really honest with myself here? Was this my plan all along? To lure her into my bed?

I watched her quietly, her breathing deep, her face so completely relaxed. She really looked like the Lisa I remembered from a few years ago. The sweet, kind, lost one. The one who’d trusted me. The one who, when backed into a corner, I’d pretty much bent over the barrel and fucked.

I was depraved.

Head still pounding, I pulled on a pair of swim trunks and went out to the beach. I’d swim. It would clear my head. It would punish my body. It would hopefully help me make sense of what I’d done and how to now fix the mess I was in. The one we were both in.

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