“Time for your punishment,” I said sternly, patting my thigh. “Come here and put yourself over my lap, Sassy.”
She hesitated, but William took her hand and led her over, helping her bend, so her bottom was high in the air. My hand rested on that pretty curve of flesh, fingertips almost touching the flat base of the plug buried between her cheeks. The bulge of my cock pressed against her side, and she squirmed against it, rubbing the thick length through my pants, and making me groan.
“Do you understand why you’re being punished, Sassy?” William asked, rubbing the small of her back.
Sassy turned her head to look at him, her voice quivering.
“Because I lied. I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t marry me if you knew.”
“I can understand that,” I said, patting her bottom gently. “But after we were married, I’d like to think you were getting to know us well enough to trust us.”
“I…” Her voice trailed off before returning, more tearfully. “I’m sorry.”
“We know, sweetheart,” William said.
“Now, I’m going to give you something to think about the next time you’re tempted to tell a lie.” Raising my hand, I brought it down on her bottom, hard enough to sting.
Sassy
* * *
“Ow!” I jerked against Clive’s legs, but there was more surprise in my voice than pain. My bottom clenching around the plug was more uncomfortable than the swat that had just landed on my upturned cheeks.
Clive’s hand came down again and again with short, crisp swats that stung when they landed, but the sensation quickly morphed into a general warmth until another swat slapped against my skin. I squirmed, panting as my bottom heated.
This wasn’t so bad. Not really. In fact, it was rather arousing. Something about being over Clive’s lap, my side pressed against his hard cock, his hand coming down on my ass, and William watching from behind, made me all achy and needy. Or maybe it was because I knew what was coming after this. My pussy pulsed in anticipation.
“That’s a nice rosy pink hue,” William said admiringly, and I blushed, thankful they couldn’t see my face. “Her pussy is nice and slick, too. I think she’s enjoying this.”
“Then I guess we can be done with the warmup,” Clive said.
Wait… warmup?
The next swat made me shriek, my body jerking upright, but both men’s hands pushed my upper body back down, so Clive could land another hard swat to my backside. These swats didn’t sting, they burned, little explosions of fire every time Clive’s hand landed.
“Ow! Ow! I’m sorry! Oh, please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!”
With their hands holding me in place, I could do no more than squirm and shriek apologies as my bottom cheeks went from warm and tingly to fiery hot and throbbing under Clive’s firm hand. My legs kicked, and tears slid down my cheeks.
I should
have trusted them.
I wished I had trusted them.
I wished I had been the one to tell them about my past. To show them how much I loved them. To let them show me how much they loved me.
I began to sob in earnest, Clive’s hand beating out a rapid tattoo on my bottom, but it didn’t feel the same as when I’d cried after seeing him and William fight. These weren’t guilt-ridden tears of anguish. They were freeing tears of absolution—acknowledging the frightened girl I’d been, the frightened young woman I’d turned into, and finally, the strong woman I’d become—a woman who loved her husbands and was loved in return. Despite the seared state of my buttocks, I felt nothing but relief and joy… well, emotionally, at least.
The spanking finally stopped, leaving me limp over Clive’s lap, my bottom pulsating from the painful blaze his hand had ignited. I was lifted upright, wincing when my sore, throbbing cheeks touched the rough fabric of his pants.
“It’s all done, Sassy,” Clive said soothingly.
“You took your punishment so well,” William praised, kneeling beside us, so he could hold me from the other side.
“I love you.” The words blurted out of me, unable to hold them back any longer. “I love you both so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you before, or I did, but I didn’t act like it—”
“Shh, shh,” they cut me off, soothing me.