“Turn around,” Ty commanded.
She turned around to face Ty again.
“Now, you need to be punished.”
Her eyes widened. “But why? I—”
He raised his hand and she stopped talking immediately.
“Because you are still learning, I will explain,” Ty said. “Do not expect the same leniency next time. First, you stopped in the middle of doing something I told you to do. Second, you spoke other than to say ‘yes, Master’ or answer a question.”
What would her punishment be? Would he bend her over his knee and spank her?
“Go to Zeke and do as he says.”
“Yes, Master.” She turned and walked toward Zeke and stood in front of him.
Zeke grinned and held out his hand. She took it and he drew her closer.
“Drape yourself over my knee so I can see that sweet little ass of yours,” Zeke said.
She knelt on the floor, then positioned herself across his lap. His knees pressed against her belly and chest, below her breasts, and her head hung downward, her hair draping across the sides of her face. Zeke’s hand lightly stroked over her ass, sending goose bumps quivering along her flesh. His hand slipped away, then smacked across her ass. It smarted, then tingled as he lightly stroked it with his fingertips. Then he smacked again. She moaned softly at the erotic sensation as he once again stroked her heated flesh.
He helped her to her feet.
“Now come here,” Ty said.
Now Ty sat on the couch. She walked across the room and stood about two feet in front of him.
“Closer.”
She stepped forward.
“Turn around.”
She turned and his hand stroked over her heated ass. It was probably red. He stroked, then she felt his lips glide over her skin.
* * *
Ty stared at the flushed skin of her perfect, round ass. When she’d moaned as Zeke stroked her after smacking her bottom, Ty’s cock had inflated painfully. He dragged his fingers over the silky skin—still hot. He pressed his lips to her delightful ass and kissed across the warm skin.
He reached around and stroked her belly, then upward until his hands reached the undersides of her breasts. So soft. He cupped her delicious mounds and stroked the nipples with his fingertips.
“Do you like that, slave?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Master.”
The tremor in her voice sent his cock twitching.
“Turn around and face me.”
She turned and he stared at her gorgeous round breasts. He stroked one, then grasped the nipple between his fingertips.
“I think this would look quite pretty with a ring piercing. What do you think?”
Eighteen
Ty grinned at Marie’s look of panic. The only thing he’d told her she was allowed to say was “yes, Master” and clearly the idea of having a piece of metal shot through her sensitive nub was not on her short list of fun things to do.