“Put me down!” she cried.
“Gladly,” Tucker countered, dropping her onto the bed.
She bounced and came up ready to leap off, but we stood on either side, blocking her.
“I don’t want to be punished,” she replied, wiping her hair out of her face. She was beautiful when she was riled, but that wouldn’t keep her from learning her lesson.
“I didn’t want to lose ten years of my life seeing you waving a gun in front of a madman,” I said.
“I didn’t want to find out you kept something so big, so dangerous a secret,” Tucker added.
“I didn’t want to discover you’d run off when you overheard something we could have easily talked through.”
Tucker crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t want to let your brother know we fucked you from behind.”
Tucker’s last words took all the fight from her. She sank down on the bed, her shoulders dropping, her cheeks turning a fiery red.
“What you did was dangerous. Not just dangerous, but deadly,” Tucker said.
“Are we talking about running away, riding to Butte on her own, or facing a lunatic?” I asked.
Tucker grunted.
“I’m sorry. I see now I should have told you,” she replied meekly.
“About what?” Tucker asked.
“Everything.”
“It’s not just your husbands you scared.” I paused, waited for her to look up at me. Tears filled her eyes. “The others here were worried, too.”
“You lied to Ann,” Tucker said, shaking his head. “How many lies have you told, Abigail?”
“Too many,” she whispered, glancing down at her fingers clasped tightly in h
er lap.
“How are you punished, precious?” Tucker tipped up her chin.
“You spank me.”
“That’s right,” I said. “You know how it’s done.”
Tucker stepped back, waiting. Finally, she went to climb from the bed. We watched as she worked the buttons of her dress open and pushed it off her shoulders. The rest of her clothes followed.
It was arousing to see her bare skin exposed bit by bit, and my cock hardened. But I wasn’t ready to fuck her. Yet. Just like Tucker, I needed to spank her, to have her over my lap and take back control. We’d lost it the moment she’d ridden off. Hell, we hadn’t had any control all until she told us the entire truth.
I settled onto the side of the bed, held out my hand. Tentatively, she placed her small one in mine and I pulled her over my lap, settling her so her head was close to the floor, her hair a wild tumble hiding her face. Her toes barely touched the wooden boards, and her ass was upturned just right.
“You like when we fuck you, Abigail?” I asked, stroking my hand over her silky skin, then gave her a firm spank.
She stiffened then murmured her reply. “Yes.”
“We push you, don’t we? We take you hard, and you love it.” Spank. “Why is that?” I asked.
She gasped at the power behind my palm then was quiet for a moment. This was a punishment, and I would not go easy on her ass. “Because… because I know you’re going to take care of me. Make me feel good.”
“That’s right, precious,” Tucker said. “And to do that, we need to know everything. What if we do something you don’t like and you don’t tell us?”