“All right,” Gavin gave in. “But you, baby girl, will do exactly as you are told.”
She nodded. “I will. I promise.” She glanced around at them all, fidgeting slightly. “So, umm, are you going to spank me now?” she asked in a small voice.
Gavin pulled her back, looking at her. “You want us to spank you?”
She squirmed, her butt still stung and she really didn’t want another walloping.
“Well, I can’t say I want one, but I feel like, well, I kept something important from you and I could have harmed things between us.”
“You’re feeling pretty bad about keeping this from us, aren’t you?” Colin asked.
“You asked me for honesty and communication. I didn’t give you that.”
Gavin cupped her cheeks. “But you came clean in the end and you opened up to us, that counts for something.”
“Jeez, I can’t believe I’m practically arguing with you in favor of getting a spanking.” She shook her head as they chuckled.
“It just shows us that this type of relationship is what we all need,” Trace told her. “Come here, Lila.”
She walked over to where he sat. He took hold of her hand. “I don’t like to see you worrying over this. So off with those pants and across my knee.”
Biting her lip, wondering what the hell she had been thinking, Lila stripped off her sweatpants and panties. Trace tapped his lap. “Over you go.”
She placed herself over his lap. “Umm, you know, maybe I don’t really need this,” she said.
Trace ran his hand over her bottom, squeezing tight. “Yes, you do.” His hand landed. He held her tight, with no way for her to wriggle free as his hand, as hard as any paddle, smacked her again and again.
Tears quickly welled, not really in response to the pain—although it definitely hurt—but due to her emotions being so close to the surface. Soon, she was sobbing, lying limply over his knee as he moved down to her thighs, spanking her just as hard on the tender backs of her legs.
“You need to realize your importance to us, Lila. We would be devastated if anything happened to you.”
“I know, I know,” she sobbed, kicking her legs a little, wishing there was some way to relieve the pain washing over her backside.
Trace spanked her steadily, building up a deep heat. Tears dripped down her face, hitting her hands where they rested on the ground. She cried, shuddering with each deep sob.
It took her a long moment to realize that Trace had stopped, that he was simply rubbing her bottom gently, crooning to her.
“It’s okay, baby. Let it out,” he told her.
“Ha-have you finished?” she asked with surprise. It had ended far sooner that she thought it would.
“Yes, baby. You needed a short, hard session to get those feelings out, to let go of any guilt. We’d already forgiven you, honey. This is so you can forgive yourself.”
Trace tipped her right side up and drew her back between his legs, holding her against his chest as she sobbed.
“Shh, shh, baby. Calm down a bit for me.” He handed her a tissue and she blew her nose, wiping her eyes.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered after she’d brought herself under some control.
Trace smiled at her gently. “I know. Now go and see Collin and Gavin.” He turned her around, giving her a soft tap on her bottom to get her moving.
She turned to Colin and Gavin, stilling as she saw a few things sitting on the sofa between them. “W-what’s that?” she asked, gulping.
Gavin picked up one item, holding it up. “This is a butt plug, baby girl.” It was slim at the tip and thick at the base where it flared out. She gulped. Yeah, no way was that thing going up her ass.
“I didn’t know you were into butt plugs,” she tried to joke. “Need a bit of help with that?”
Gavin grinned evilly. “Oh, this isn’t for me and I have all the help I need.”