Smoke and Fire (Surrender to Them 1)

“I know.” I nodded and leaned against the back of the couch.

“That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished, though, even if the law doesn’t have a penalty for your level of recklessness.” Chase narrowed his eyes at me.

“Trust me, starting over is going to be punishment enough.” I stared up at the ceiling, letting my head touch the back of the couch.

“That seems like a rather light punishment. What do you think, Trent?” Chase chuckled and I heard him lean forward in his chair.

“It definitely doesn’t fit the crime, that’s for sure.” Trent shifted in his seat and exhaled sharply.

“I screwed up, but I’m not a criminal.” I dropped my head and looked at the two of them.

“Maybe not, but you definitely behaved irresponsibly and recklessly.” Trent nodded and tilted his head to the side.

“Yeah, more like a foolish teenager than a woman your age.” Chase nodded along with Trent.

“I know, you don’t have to keep rubbing it in. It was stupid.” I glared at them and shook my head.

“I’m just making sure we’re clear before we decide what kind of punishment you should get.” A grin formed on the edge of Chase’s lips.

“Punishment?” I raised my eyebrows.

“I mean, what would we do with an irresponsible teenager that behaved like this?” Chase turned to Trent.

“I’d probably give them a spanking.” Trent nodded and looked at me.

“Oh, I see what you two are doing.” My glare faded and I narrowed my eyes. “I said no to a date and I’m stuck in this apartment with you, so you’re just messing with me?”

“There will be time enough for that before the night is over.” Chase nodded and chuckled. “After you’ve been punished.”

Oh wow, Maybe they are serious.

“You think I should be spanked because I set my apartment on fire?” My eyes darted back and forth between them.

“A fitting punishment, I think.” Trent tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair. “You lit a fire in your apartment and now you need one lit on your ass.”

“Yeah? I thought your job was to put out fires—not start them.” My eyes continued to dart as I tried to read their expressions.

“I guess we gotta make an exception today.” Chase tilted his head and smirked.

It was hard to tell if they were joking or actually being serious. Chase seemed to be treating it like a joke, but the look on Trent’s face didn’t have much amusement. The thought of being spanked by them was actually kind of a turn on, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I always had a mild fascination with the idea of being across someone’s knee—a fascination I explored once and found myself in way over my head. That was why I had to leave Glendale. I never expected to haphazardly fall into another situation where I could end up staring down my fantasy—especially with two men as hot as Trent and Chase. I felt my legs start to tremble as I thought about it. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to resist if they were actually serious.

“Okay, joke’s over.” I feigned a laugh and tried to play it off. “Obviously you two aren’t going to spank me. That would be crazy.”

“Would it?” Trent tilted his head to the side. “Or are you afraid you’d like it too much?”

“Like it? No way…” I shook my head and started to stand. “Maybe it’s not too early to start drinking after all.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like it?” Trent reached out and grabbed my arm as I tried to walk past him. “I’m fairly perceptive and I’m pretty sure I saw a flicker in your eyes the moment Chase mentioned it.”

Oh god—did my eyes really betray me? My panties are about to melt off my hips.

“That’s probably why she didn’t want to date you. She’s one of those girls that likes to get spanked and thought you were too nice to do it.” Chase chuckled and picked up his beer.

“No, that isn’t it.” I shook my head, but felt my knees shake when Trent tightened his grip on my arm.

“I’m a nice guy, but I have no problem giving someone a spanking—especially if they deserve it.” He looked up and our eyes met. “I’m going to unfasten your jeans and pull them down, and I bet I’m going to find a very wet pair of panties.”

I was trapped in Trent’s stare. My eyes had definitely betrayed me. He saw straight through my attempt at covering up how turned on I was. His hands moved to the front of my jeans and I didn’t fight him, even though I knew what he would find underneath. He knew as well. It had been five years since a man had touched me. The one I ran from was the first and the last. I was headed down a path I had traveled before, and I knew what a spanking would do to me. It would make me submissive and obedient. It would make me beg for his touch, because the fire he lit on my ass, no matter how bright it burned, would never equal the one between my legs once I felt the sting of his hand. I took a deep breath when he tugged on my jeans and a second later they were around my knees. My lust was on full display for both of them to see and there was no hiding the wet spot that had started to spread.