She shook her head, her cheeks tearstained and pale.
“Take off your clothes,” he repeated. “All of them.”
Emily paused for the briefest of moments, but did as Xander said. No, commanded. She was submitting to him. The problem wasn’t solved, but she was responding. Perhaps Xander was right. Perhaps even Emily was right. She liked rough and he liked to dominate.
Quickly enough, she was naked before us, her dress, shift, stockings and boots a small pile on the floor between us. Her nipples tightened before our eyes.
Xander lifted his chin. “Turn around and put your hands on the edge of the bed. Good. Now lean onto your forearms.”
Emily settled into the position Xander expected, her head down, her ass up and out.
“This is how you want to talk with her?” I asked, worried she might start crying all over again. “Earlier, she was in this position over a desk and thought we wanted to fuck her.”
“This isn’t about fucking. Spread your legs. Wider.” Obviously, he was ignoring my concerns for Emily. “Good girl.” Xander’s voice, while deep, had an almost soothing quality to it and I couldn’t miss the way Emily sighed, her body relaxing.
He looked at me. “Yes, this is how we’re going to talk with her. She likes it. I know because she’s wet.”
Her bare pussy was exposed and I could see her folds gleam with her arousal, although Xander chose to swipe one blunt finger over them so even Emily was aware. She gasped, her hips twitched, but she remained in place.
“She knows we won’t hurt her. Right, Emily?”
“You won’t hurt me,” she replied, the sound muffled by the blanket. She sniffed once, then again.
“We will spank you.”
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She stiffened then, but Xander placed his palm on her lower back.
“Have you been bad, Emily?”
Xander’s hand moved lower, stroking over one pale globe.
She nodded.
Spank.
“You’re going to give the problem to your men, sweetheart.”
Spank.
“We need to listen to her, not spank her,” I told him. He was pushing her too far.
Xander lifted his hand, then spanked a different spot on her ass. The skin instantly turned a pretty shade of pink. Emily cried out, but remained in place.
“She needs this. She needs to let it out.” Spank. “She won’t share. Whatever it is, she’s guilt-ridden over it.” He tilted his chin again. “Can’t you see? She needs me—us—to take over. She wants to tell us but doesn’t know how. We will take her decision away. It’s not her choice now, but ours.”
Spank, spank.
The strikes weren’t hard. She never once lifted up onto her toes or cried out in pain. Xander was careful, watching her reaction each time his palm struck.
“What did you do, Emily?” Xander asked after a time.
She was crying in earnest now, but she wasn’t tense any longer. She’d long ago relaxed into each spank, allowing it. Taking it. Giving in.
“I did it!” she cried.
Spank.