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“But… but it was just too good!” she argued, but walked to the cushioned piece of furniture, ideal for a punishment spanking.

“If you like having your pussy spanked, then you’re going to love this,” Sully added.

As she moved into position with her ass up, her breasts swaying beneath her, I said, “If she loves it, it’s not a punishment.”

I stroked over her lush curves, slid a hand down the inside of one thigh. While I encountered her copious arousal, I spread her knees further apart. “Down on your forearms.”

When she complied, her nipples touched the cool leather and her ass thrust upwards. Her pussy, so pink and wet and perfect, was on complete display. My cock ached to plunge inside, my balls pulling up tight to my body, but I would wait. For now. For now, I would enjoy this first time with Mary, learning what she liked, what she loved, what made her pussy flood.

And so I brought my hand down on her ass, the spot turning instantly red. She gasped at the surprise of it, then the sound shifted to a whimper as the sting of it surely settled and morphed into heat.

“We may have to think of something that isn’t quite so… pleasant.”

She cried out and came back up onto her hands, her head lifting so she looked at Sully.

He shook his head, and told her to return to her position. His voice was deep and commanding and she obeyed instantly.

I spanked her again, but in another spot, then another. While Mary wiggled her hips, she didn’t shift out of position. With each spank, she moaned, the sound wrapping around my balls and squeezing tight.

Sully squatted down directly before her, cupped her chin. He kissed her gently. “You like being spanked by your men, don’t you?”

Her face was flushed, her skin damp. Her hair, pinned in a tight bun at her nape, came loose in long tendrils and clung to her cheeks and neck.

She looked at him, their faces close. “Oh yes. It… it hurts, but then it doesn’t. My skin is hot and tight and… I want to come.”

Sully smiled at Mary’s admission. “That’s a good girl for telling the truth. While you could have told us differently, your body doesn’t lie. But remember, this is supposed to be a punishment and you’re not supposed to like it.”

“I can’t… not like it,” she admitted.

Sully stood to his full height and came to stand beside me. We took a moment to just look our fill, at our virgin wife, naked and on her hands and knees, reddened ass thrust high, her pussy swollen and weeping with need. She was gorgeous… and ours.

“While she’s a virgin, she’s definitely not innocent,” I told Sully. “Perhaps we can begin our training now.”

Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at us. Her hair was wild about her. “Training?”

I pointed to my cock. “You’ll take this, sweetheart. In your pussy, your mouth and your ass.”

Sully undid his pants, pulled his cock free, and her eyes widened. “And you’ll take mine, too. At the same time.”

Her mouth fell open as she glanced back and forth at our two eager cocks. Yes, we’d just surprised her. Sully chuckled. “Didn’t know about that, did you?”

She shook her head and licked her lips. As I went to retrieve the glass jar of ointment from the dresser, I could only imagine what was going through her pretty head.

 

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

MARY

 

It felt
so
good. How did something that was painful feel so good? When Parker’s palm connected with my bottom, it hurt! That sharp, stinging pain that seeped into me and made me cry out. But at the same time, my pussy clenched and ached to be filled with his cock. I’d seen it and it was big and thick and so terribly hard. Bigger than any other cock I’d seen. The men I’d seen while eavesdropping were small in comparison. And now, because he was spanking me, I wanted him to fuck me.

What did that make me? Oh God. Did that mean I’d like—

“Where did that pretty head of yours go?” Sully asked, stroking down my back. “Something’s made you tense all of a sudden.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Mmm,” Parker murmured. “Perhaps I wasn’t spanking you hard enough to forget everything else?”

I stiffened again.

“Mary,” Sully scolded. “Out with it.”

“I thought of Benson. If I like it when you spank me, if I like the pain you bring, would I like what he’d do to me after all?”

Both men came around to kneel before me. Sully tugged me up so I knelt on the ottoman before them.

“Benson likes to hurt women. That’s what brings him pleasure. Inflicting it, the marks, her response. He likes to see her hurt.”

Parker nodded at Sully’s words. “We would never truly hurt you. You liked your spanking and that’s why we gave it to you. We are the ones in control. We get pleasure from dominating you, when you submit to our commands. While you might feel pain, it’s mild and it brings immediate pleasure.”

I thought about his words. When Parker spanked me, it had hurt, but not terribly and pleasure morphed from it almost immediately. I’d liked it. No, I’d
loved
it.

“Does the idea of being whipped appeal to you?” Sully asked.

My eyes widened and I crossed my arms over my chest. I shook my head vehemently.

Parker smiled and they each took one of my hands in theirs. Their thumbs stroked over my palms, the gesture gentle and soothing.

“That’s the difference, sweetheart,” Parker added. “You don’t want it and so we won’t do it. It’s not what makes you happy, what brings you pleasure, so it doesn’t make us happy or bring us pleasure either.”

“You like spanking me?”

They grinned wickedly, glanced down at their cocks, both jutting thickly from between their legs.

“Enough about Benson. We’re not done with you yet. You need to be punished still for coming without permission. Clearly a simple spanking is
not
punishment.”

Sully touched the tip of my nose. “Yes?” he asked.

Even though they were so commanding, so dominant, they ensured that I was all right.

I nodded once. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Back into position, sweetheart.” Parker’s voice lost that tenderness and was deep and commanding. The tone sent a chill down my spine and I obeyed.

“It is my turn then,” Sully said, moving around behind me. “Perhaps Parker is just too nice.”

I laughed at that, but it turned into a moan when his blunt finger slid through my folds, then slipped inside me.

I moaned at the feel of something inside my pussy. It burned a little, for his finger was big and I
was
a virgin.

“Dripping,” he said before pulling his finger out.

I felt empty. Wiggling my hips, I hoped he’d take my hint and put his finger back in.

A hand came down on my bottom. Not harder than before, just… different. “We say how and when, sweetheart. You want my finger back?”

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I wanted to clench down on it, pull it into me.

When it returned, it wasn’t where I expected. The slick tip pressed against the darkest of places. I stiffened, but a hand settled on my bottom as the finger swirled about.

“By your response to Sully’s finger pressing against your tight asshole, we can assume you never saw a woman get her ass fucked?” Parker asked.

I shook my head, focusing on the odd sensations Sully’s finger wrought. He wasn’t rough, but gentle and yet insistent. I dropped my head between my hands, my forehead resting on the cool leather. I glanced through my parted thighs and saw Sully’s strong legs.

The finger retreated, and I sighed, but then it returned, slick and cold. This time, his pressure was more insistent, but still gentle, pressing and opening me.

I gasped as he slowly pushed into me.

“Relax. Let me in. Good girl. Another deep breath. Yes, like that. See? Your ass opened right up for me.”

My fingers clawed at the leather ottoman as Sully gained entrance. I was stretched and the tip of his finger filled me. It didn’t hurt, but was uncomfortable.

“Why? Why would you want to—”

Wondering why they’d think I’d want a finger inserted there, I began to ask them just that, but instead of a verbal response, Sully pulled his finger back just a touch and where his finger stroked, it came alive. A tingling flare of heat had me crying out, and quite loudly.

Sully chuckled, then worked his finger back in. Since I was eager for it, I was relaxed and he slipped a touch deeper than before, only to retreat.

“Yes!” I cried. “Oh dear lord, yes.”

Sweat broke out across my skin and my need to come went from a warmth to a raging fire throughout my body.

“This is just the tip of my finger fucking your ass, sweetheart. Imagine if it were my cock,” Sully said, slowly moving his finger in and out.

“I’m going to come,” I warned. It was like a steam train, unable to stop.

“Oh no,” Parker warned. “Your punishment is to hold off your pleasure. You are not allowed to come. Sully’s going to spank you ten times and you’ll count each one.”

His hand came down and I heard the loud crack before I felt the burn of it. But that didn’t register in my mind as much as his finger in my ass slid in even deeper. I moaned, so woefully and desperately. How did it feel so good?

“Count, Mary,” Sully said.

“One,” I breathed, rubbing my heated cheek against the leather.

Spank!

Sully’s finger pulled almost out of my ass and I saw colorful lights behind my eyelids.

“Two!”

Spank!

His finger slid in even deeper.

Spank after spank, I counted. Spank after spank, Sully worked his finger in and out of my ass.

My body was desperate to come. The need to let go, to give over to the sheer bliss of it, was my every thought. It was a painful pleasure. Sweet pain that made my nipples harden, my clit ache.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
 

I counted and willed my need back, just enough so that when I whimpered, “Ten,” I was on the very brink.

Sully pulled his finger completely from me.

“No! Please, no,” I cried. I didn’t want his finger to stop.

With an arm about my waist, Sully lifted me into his arms as I watched Parker lie down on the large ottoman, his head and back resting comfortably, his legs extended off and his knees bent so his feet rested on the floor. His cock jutted straight toward the ceiling, clear fluid beading at the narrow slit.

Sully lowered me so my knees were on either side of Parker’s waist, my pussy hovering directly over his cock.

“Time to give yourself to us,” Parker said, his cock in hand. He stroked himself, the flesh red and swollen and angry looking. “Ever seen a woman ride a man’s cock?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“Settle yourself down on Parker’s cock,” Sully ordered. “Take him nice and deep.”

Bending my knees, I felt the flared head nudge my pussy and slip over my slick folds. I shifted, then settled, as his cock nudged my entrance.

“He’s so big,” I murmured, feeling pussy lips part. My ass tingled from Sully’s finger and my body so desperate to come. The idea of this large cock filling me, tearing my maidenhead wasn’t even scary.

“I am, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you right up,” Parker grinned.

I pressed down on him and he slid in one delectable inch at a time. He was stretching me, filling me and I gasped.

“Ah, there it is, the last barrier between us,” he growled.

I winced at the sharp bite of pain as his cock nudged that thin membrane.

“It’s time to make you mine. Ours.”

Sully came up behind me, put a hand gently on my shoulder as I felt his slick finger once again at my ass. The combination of the cock halfway inside me, teasing me and Sully’s finger had me shaking.

“When we fill you up, you have permission to come,” Sully murmured. I saw Parker glance over my shoulder at Sully.

Putting his hands on my hips, Parker thrust up as he pulled me down. At the same time, Sully’s slick finger slid up and into my ass.

The pain of Parker’s cock breaking my maidenhead, his cock opening my pussy up, the heated sting of my bottom and Sully’s finger deep in my ass coalesced into this swirl of painful pleasure so brilliantly bright that I saw white behind my eyelids. I came then, my back bowed and my head tossed back, my scream of pleasure escaping. I couldn’t hold it back. I couldn’t hold anything back. I writhed and shifted, panted and cried as I came.

Nothing,
nothing
prepared me for how this felt. I was lost, tossed into the wind and battered. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t hold on to anything, but I knew I was safe. The feel of Parker’s hands gripping my hips and Sully’s hand on my shoulder were my anchors, holding me in place and allowing me to let go while I knew they’d catch me. They’d keep me safe.

Slowly, I returned to myself. The men had held themselves still as I came, Parker’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, Sully’s finger insistent and deep.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at Parker. His cheeks were flushed, his neck muscles corded.

“That, sweetheart, is punishment.”

A wicked grin spread across his face and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ll be punished when you disobey, but we promise that you’ll be rewarded after.”

I fell onto his chest, the fabric of his shirt scratchy against my sensitive nipples. “I’m so tired,” I murmured.

“Oh no, you don’t.” With gentle hands, he pushed me back up so I sat astride again, his cock shifting within.

“It’s Parker’s turn, Mary,” Sully said. “Take his cock for a ride.”

Sully’s finger was still inside me and I clenched down. Both men groaned. I felt powerful in that moment. Sated, sweaty and wonderfully powerful.

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at Sully. “But… but your finger.”

He lifted his eyebrows and smiled wickedly. “Get used to having something fill your ass.”

What did he mean by that exactly?

“But—”

“Do we know what’s best for you?” he asked.

“Yes, but… something there, often?”

He pulled his finger back slightly, then pumped it into me, his other fingers bumping against my spanked bottom.

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