She drew in a quick breath and looked from one man to the other.
‘What?’
‘You’ve already had one warning,’ said Rob. ‘At the airport. You knew Richard needed to concentrate on his driving, and I had to keep my mind on the sat nav.’
‘GPS, they call it here …’ Her voice trailed off. ‘I’m just excited,’ she pleaded.
‘You know what we put in our hand luggage just in case,’ said Richard.
‘Oh, I haven’t been that bad.’
‘I don’t know. What do you think, Rob?’
‘I think, regrettably, none of our warnings have been heeded, so …’
‘I think I agree.’
‘Not here!’ Lucy looked out of the windows, craning her neck for signs of other humans whose presence might save her. The lot was deserted.
‘Why not? Nobody can see. Get into position, now.’
Richard brooked no argument and Lucy, with a huff and clenching of her fists, turned around so that she was kneeling on the floor with her stomach resting on the leather back seat.
‘Cheek each, Rob?’
‘Don’t mind if I do.’
‘Bare bottom, please, Lucy.’
The spanking was no more than a quick flurry, Richard smacking at one cheek while Rob took the other, and it stopped after a minute or so. Lucy’s bottom was already satisfactorily scarlet.
‘Now then,’ said Rob, unbuckling his canvas satchel and removing a couple of items from it. ‘Hold your cheeks apart, Luce.’
‘Oh, must I?’
‘You asked for it.’ He coated the large butt plug in a layer of some kind of embrocation, applicable by a twist-up stick. It smelled piney and sinus-clearing and Lucy would know exactly what effect to expect: her little whimper of dismay signalled as much.
Rob made no concessions to Lucy’s fuss and pushed the plug quickly and firmly into its target, twisting it into position and patting her rear once it was seated.
He smiled at Richard and together they waited for the first moans of discomfort.
‘It burns,’ she whined, as if this experience was new to her, which it was not, by any means.
‘That’s the idea,’ said Rob lightly. ‘Now perhaps we can expect some better behaviour from you, hmm?’
‘I can’t go in there wearing this.’
‘Of course you can,’ soothed Richard. ‘Nobody will see it. Unless you want to keep your knickers and skirt pulled down like that.’
She reached around and hurriedly pulled her panties tight over her plugged bottom, following with the skirt that she now considered much too short. She should have worn trousers, damn it. But then perhaps people would be able to see the little flange of the plug making an impression in the fabric. Maybe it was best this way.
It was awkward to walk with such a large presence in her behind and she had a slightly bow-legged gait as she allowed herself to be borne along between Richard and Rob, on one arm of each. Plus the coating stung and burned to buggery and made her want to squirm, and clench, and unclench all at once.
The worst side-effect of all still hadn’t come into full effect, though. But it would. Before too long, her knickers would be soaking wet with her own juices and she would be desperate for a good, hard ride.
And how likely was that, in the middle of a big film studio set?
They showed their day passes to the security guard, walked into a huge hangar, and wandered around for a while until they stumbled upon the centre of activities.