Poor Little Rich Slut (15 page)

I took at least another four dozen strikes after the gag was forced into my mouth, although I’m honestly not sure exactly how long the rebuke lasted. Somewhere amidst the pain, I lost all reason, my mind skipped out. As frantic as I was to have this terrible punishment end, I played no part in its finish. My cries, my whimpers fell on deaf ears.

When Robert finally set me on my feet, I was honestly surprised. Garrison was there to take me from him since I could barely stand up. I wanted to turn into his warm body and sob, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Never had my ass felt so hot, so blistered,
so
raw.

“Let me warn you, there will be bruises,” Robert said, as he pushed the skirt back again and looked at my spanked behind. “But I’m sure you’ll be able to sit. Take care of her Gar and I’ll see you back in the dining room shortly?”

“We’ll both be there,” he said.

As Robert turned to leave, Garrison added, “He’ll be joining us later in the attic.”

This was the first I’d heard of the attic that night. Although the memory from my first initiation was still quite clear, I hadn’t thought much about it that night; I’d been so busy. I couldn’t imagine what the two men had in mind, but by the lusty tone of Garrison’s voice and the lewd twinkle in Robert’s eye as he acknowledged Garrison’s announcement, I had the feeling that the scene would be more sexual than my last fifteen minutes.”

Once Robert was out of the room, Garrison made me look him in the eye. He chuckled, seeing the gag still in my mouth.

“I think you look better without this,” he said. He carefully undid the straps behind my head, then dropped the ball gag on a chair and massaged my sore mouth.

“Do I really have to go back to the party?” I asked.

“Of course, you do. You don’t and I’m sure Robert will repeat the last few minutes so you get the message. You have a job to do out there, a very important PR job.”

“But I must look ghastly.”

“You never look ghastly,” he said sweetly.

“No?”

“Never, Ellie.
You’re so soft, so beautiful now.” He stroked my face. “I’d really like to skip the party and take you to bed for the rest of the night, forget your Daddy, forget the guests,
forget
Robert…just you and me.”

“Then why not?”

“You know why not.”

I sighed. “Can I at least freshen-up? If you really don’t want everyone knowing what just happened, it might be a good idea.”

“You don’t need it, but sure. Just be back in the dining room, five minutes tops.” He consulted his watch. “By the way,” he stopped as he reached the door, “this is just the start. We’re going to be turning up the heat a little, darling. I’ve been too lax lately.”

“Well, then maybe you should be the one to have their butt beat,” I lightheartedly sassed. It was nice to know I still had it in me to joke, although I did feel limp as a rag.

“In your dreams, dear,” he chuckled.
“In your dreams.”

It had been a terrible scene, a painful one, but it was not without the ensuing pleasure I always felt after a good hard paddling.

I’m glad I went to the powder room to touch up my face and smooth my hair; I looked a mess. But I did look more relaxed than I had in some days, maybe weeks. I wasn’t yet ready to face Robert’s accusations, but I could easily admit that punishment was effective in wiping out the edge that often turned me into a
difficult woman to work with.

***

The party that followed Daddy’s elegant dinner included more of the magazine staff and the press, there for cocktails and hors
d’oeuveres
, a much more informal event than the one that just ended. This year Daddy even hired a DJ to play dance music. Half of the great room and the foyer were turned into dance floors. I’d never seen the house as wild and fun as it was that night.

It was nearly midnight when Garrison pulled me from the foyer and we took the back stairs to the attic. I immediately noticed that there was a mattress on the old bed, no bare springs this time.

“I’m dying to see the bruises,” he said. “Take off the dress.”

He rested his ass against the edge of the table and stared at me as I pulled down the straps of my evening gown and let it drop in a pool at my feet. I turned around so he could see what remained of my punishment in Daddy’s office. I was more than curious about it myself.

“Nice, really nice,” he moved forward and pressed his hand on my very sore rear end. “I suppose this is why you were on your feet all night, hum?”

“Maybe,” I said.

As he lightly massaged me, I felt his claiming hands fire up my smoldering, erotic flame. He turned me around and dove for my breasts, his lips covering them with kisses, his fingers pinching my nipples. His hand went between my legs, and I gasped as my head fell back and the first wave of orgasm swept through my body.

“My, aren’t we horny?” he said.

“
Ohmygod
!”
I breathed in, panting, my crotch shaking against his hand as I felt the pulsing energy course through me.

“You’re one…very…hot…woman!” He
drawled,
his voice sexy and slow. He slid his hands up my sides,
then
slid his nails down my back.

“Oh,
gawd
,
yessssssssss
,” I hissed.

I felt another pair of hands join Garrison’s, attacking me from behind. I smelled Robert’s scent, the aroma of liquor and tobacco as he pressed his face into the crook of my neck. His one hand was sliding down my anal crack, while from the front Garrison fingered my slit, parting my labia and tugging gently on the chain.

“I suppose we need to take this off,” Robert said, regarding the chain. “Bend her over.”

The man was as anxious as I was, as Garrison was.

I bent over Robert’s arm again, so Garrison could unlock the chain from its rear anchor. Once that was done the full weight of the thick links dangled loose between my thighs. The heaviness only accentuated the ache deep inside my sex. Lifting me to the table, Garrison opened my thighs and removed the chain entirely; it had been nearly a month since I’d gone without it. I felt light as air, as if I’d float away, but rather than feel free, it seemed I’d lost my anchor. But I had little more than a split second to contemplate the bewildering feelings before I was swept from the table and deposited on the bed.

“Show us what you have,” Garrison ordered me. He stood over me, stripping out of his tuxedo.

I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, but apparently my open thighs and my hands playing over my body in the way an exotic dancer might entice her customers seemed to keep my lover happy. I raised my tits inside my hands, leaned down and kissed them, then ran my tongue over the smooth, white surface. I’d never done anything so overtly lewd. The tease made me smile as much as it seemed to entice the two watching men. While Garrison shed his clothes, Robert stood by watching, waiting. With his penis fully erect, Garrison dropped to the bed and pulled me on top of him.

I suppose if we’d been alone, I would have whispered nasty, dirty things in his ear. I might have laughed as I seductively wiggled my pussy against his throbbing member. I know I would have been more demonstrative. But with Robert ghoulishly looking on, I repressed my jubilation in favor of a more subdued and murmuring sexual play.

Oddly enough, it was Robert who next spoke.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen your ass, Ms. Rule,” he said, just as he moved in and stroked my bottom with his hand, reminding me how sore it was.

I stiffened at first,
then
relaxed, finding myself enjoying the hurt and the feel of his hand and the expert way his fingers moved across that delicate flesh.

“Lovely bruises.” I shuddered as I felt a finger move again into my anal crack.

I was more than a little curious about what those bruises looked like; however, by then Garrison needed my hovering cunt. After prodding me playfully for some minutes, he poised the thick head of his erection at the doorway, grabbed me by the hips and shoved me down on his cock. His manhood slid firmly to my cervix, arriving with an inner jolt I could feel throughout my body. Leaning further forward on his chest, the pressure eased and the fucking began.

For a moment or so I forgot Robert altogether, but when he began spanking my ass again, the memory of his presence hit hard. I remember moaning and grimacing in response to the stinging smacks. I remember the feel of Garrison’s day’s growth of beard against my cheek, and how I kissed his face, how my tongue skirted his lips.

As Robert’s hand came down on my bottom again and again, my ass began to burn. But what I couldn’t do earlier that evening—transform the pain of the spanking in Daddy’s study into something erotic—I could do now. Every smack on my ass produced a spasm in my belly. I fucked my lover harder.

Soon Robert picked up speed with his spanking hand; pain tore through my body and great sweeping spasms of pleasure followed. When he stopped, his hand went straight for my rear cheeks. Parting them wide, he pressed a finger against the opening and pushed.

“
Ahhhhhhhhhhgh
!”
I lifted up a bit in pain.

Garrison brought me right back down and used my hole even harder.

Something wet and sticky dribbled over my ass and into the cleft, where Robert swathed the substance about my anus.

“Oh! Dear God,” I panted in anticipation.

Robert knelt behind me, his thighs pressed in tight and his erection thumping my bottom. He ran the head along the crevice, then pushed it deeper in-between my cheeks. I felt it prod against the opening and with every thrust move a little deeper inside. My body responded by opening for him. Despite the fact that it would be a tight fit, I knew I would adjust; I wanted this. My desire was to please them both, to make amends by doing what women do when they want to keep a man around. I was fitting into the age-old pattern, trading sexual favors for ones in the world beyond sex. Of course, it wouldn’t work with this pair, but I could imagine; I could pretend. I could be their whore, their one-night wonder. Let them use me. This was a high I’d never felt, a power I’d never wielded.

Ready to fuck my ass, Robert suddenly shoved his entire prick into my bottom. I lunged into Garrison’s chest. We stayed in that position, motionless for several seconds, then the two men began to move at the same time.

“OH GAWD!” I began to scream.

Prodded, pulled, slapped, fucked…the screwing continued with its erratic beat, its jarring jolts,
its
crazy rhythms.

“Yes,
oooooo
, yes…” seething, hissing, I became lost in the battling back and forth, giving in to the sex I could in no way control. I was at their mercy, wanting something for myself, but too strained, too tattered and beat up to worry about my own pleasure.

When Robert kicked into high gear, he grabbed for my hips and pressed me back to him, making Garrison’s erection almost fall out. I bore down harder, squeezed all my inner muscles, while still trying to relax enough to play both men’s games.

Robert came with a growling animal sound coming from deep in his gut. The
spasming
pulse of his cock in my ass ignited in me new waves of desire. For a moment when he pulled out and tapped his wet cock against my bruised skin, I felt deserted. But then I quickly diverted my attention, pouring my passion into Garrison. My randy cunt milked his erection, while I kissed his mouth and face and held on to him and loved him with a zeal I’d never felt before. I was about to explode as he exploded in me, and that hair-trigger went off as he jetted his seed at the door of my womb. I took his offering into me as if I could taste it with my cunt.

“Oh, yes,
oooohh
,
yess
, more, more.” I wiggled into him feeling
my cum
begin to move through me in a subtle wave. Then it suddenly struck hard in one great, bright, clenching spasm. Soft spasms that matched his last thrusts followed, until we were both exhaustedly spent.

When I finally collapsed on the creaky bed beside Garrison, Robert was moving toward the attic door. He was as perfectly dressed as before; his hair combed back; his polished manner restored.

“I’ll be inspecting your ass in the office come Monday morning. Long as it won’t cause any damage, you will be punished daily to keep your attitude in check.
Gar’s idea.”

Leaving me with that thought to ponder, he nodded briskly and moved out the door.

Garrison and I rested together in the heavy silence, too exhausted to speak. The air around us felt hot and close.

“Was I really
that
bad?” I finally managed after some time. “I mean honestly, Garrison? Tell me the truth.”

“Depends on who you talk to.”

“Or was this all just part of your game?”

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose it doesn’t.” Although this was not the answer I wanted.

“You didn’t seem to have any problem enjoying yourself.”

I gathered my thoughts a moment and then couldn’t contain my amusement.

Garrison looked at me, seeing my impish expression. “What’s in that randy little mind of yours, hum?”