Chapter 14
Clive
I don’t think William and I had ever worked so damn fast in our lives.
Both of us knew what was waiting for us at the end of the day, and neither of us wanted to wait one moment longer than we had to before we could punish and claim our wife.
We stopped by the creek on the way home to quickly scrub ourselves clean, changing into the clothing we’d packed in our saddlebags.
It was an extra effort and a small delay, but tonight was a special night.
Sassy was waiting for us when we walked into the house, her head coming up, then ducking back down as she bent over the stew simmering on the stove.
“What, no greeting?” William teased. Normally, she jumped up to greet us. We knew why she was feeling more uncomfortable today, but it was still amusing.
“I… yes, of course.” Flushing bright red, Sassy hurried forward to give us our kisses, William first, then me.
William crowded in behind her, his hands sliding down her back to her bottom as I kissed her, making her squeak and squirm between us.
My cock was already achingly hard. Pressing her softness against me, I claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply and thoroughly.
Then I released her, turning her back around to face William for another kiss, so I could caress her as I undid the buttons on her dress.
We passed her back and forth between us, stripping her down and stealing her breath with kisses.
I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple and making her moan against William’s lips. He slid his hand between her legs, stroking her wetness as she gasped against mine.
Once she was completely naked, I spun her back around to kiss William again, while I settled onto one of the chairs, watching and waiting.
My hand was already itchy with anticipation, my cock throbbing and waiting.
When he turned her around, she turned bright red when she saw me sitting there, and her head ducked down again.
“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.
“Slate’s wiped clean, remember?” William smiled and leaned forward to kiss my tear-stained cheek. “Now, then. I think we should move on to the next part of our evening.”
“Dinner?” Clive asked. “That stew smells good.” I giggled, and William scowled at him. Clive’s sense of humor came out at the oddest times.
“Please,” I said, winding my arms about Clive’s neck. “I want you both.”
“As my lady wishes,” Clive said, standing with me in his arms. William grinned and darted in front of us, heading for the bedroom. He had the door open and disappeared inside, and by the time we entered, he was already stripping down.
My bottom was still fiery and hot, but some of that heat had made its way to my core, burning me up on the inside.
Just looking at William’s hard body and erect cock made my pussy clench.
He grinned wickedly at me and laid down on the bed, one hand on his cock, and the other reaching out to me, beckoning me.
Clive set me down on my feet and gave my bottom a little slap that made me shriek.
Any other time, I would have barely felt it, but right now, my ass was extra sensitive.
“Come here, beautiful,” William said, reaching for me. “I want you on my cock.”
I wanted to be on his cock.
Walking to the bed, I took his hand, pausing only long enough to bend my head and give the head of his cock a kiss before climbing onto the bed and straddling him.
My breasts hung down in his face, and he immediately reached up to plump them as I positioned myself above his cock.
I moaned when he pinched my nipples as he tugged me downward, sending little tingles of pleasure running through my body.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Clive watching us as he slowly stripped down. Throwing my head back, I thrust my breasts out, and the slick folds of my pussy rubbing over the head of William’s cock, teasing him. He groaned, and his hips moved, thrusting upward.
In this position, with the plug in my bottom, I was much tighter than usual.
We both moaned as he entered me. He felt huge, trying to push inside of me as if there wasn’t enough space for both him and the plug.
Was this how it would feel when I was wedged between them?
I wasn’t sure I would be able to take it.
“Damn, you feel so good,” William said as I worked myself up and down in small bounces, taking a little more of his cock inside each time I fell while he massaged my breasts. I barely felt the throbbing of my chastised bottom anymore, too focused on my growing pleasure.
“She looks so good, too,” Clive said, pumping his cock as he walked up to us. He took my chin in his free hand, turning my head to give me a deep kiss as I sank onto William’s cock.
My two wonderfully wicked husbands.
Clive released me and climbed on the bed behind me, and my whole body tingled in anticipation. This was it.
William pulled me down to him, his cock fully embedded in my pussy, kissing me as Clive eased the plug from my bottom. I sighed with momentary relief as my muscles were able to relax.
It wasn’t to last, though. Almost as soon as the plug was out, Clive’s cock was prodding at the stretched entrance, pushing it back open.
I moaned against William’s lips at the intense sensations running through me.
Clive’s hands rubbed over the sensitive cheeks of my reddened buttocks as his cock pushed between them.
He was as thick as the thickest part of the plug, but the plug had been tapered, and the tight ring of my entrance had spent most of its time, firmly squeezing the notch between the plug’s bulb and base.
Now, it was being forced open around Clive’s cock, fully stretching without relief, and my muscles spasmed.
I was far too full, yet I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to feel both of them inside me, filling me—claiming me.
My bottom burned inside and out as Clive’s cock slid deeper, making me writhe between him and William. The muffled noises I made against William’s lips were half-pleasure, half-pain—the burning discomfort of Clive’s cock impaling me warring with the tingling bliss of being so wonderfully full.
“She’s so damn tight,” Clive said through gritted teeth, pulling back, then thrusting in. The dragging motion made me moan again, my pussy and ass clamping down around them both.
William shifted beneath me, his cock retreating, then Clive slammed home, and I cried out.
He was fully in my ass, and William’s cock was thrusting back in, filling me completely.
It was exquisite erotic agony, leaving me dangling on the thin line of pleasure and pain until I couldn’t tell which was which.
Then they began to move. Clive’s cock retreated, then thrust back in as William pulled out.
I was caught between them, swept away by the carnal rhythm of their thrusts.
Clive’s body slapped against mine, reigniting the burn in my chastened cheeks, while William’s body heaved beneath me, rubbing against my clit with every thrust. The sensations were too raw, too sinful, too intense to be borne, yet I had no choice but to bear them.
I screamed my ecstasy between them as they moved harder and faster, overpowering me completely.
I was caught in the maelstrom of their passion, ravaged by it, and it swept me away until we were all crying out together in abject rapture.
They buried themselves inside me, pulsing, their hard bodies around me, and emptied their bliss into me.
Happiness surged, despite how sore I knew I was going to be tomorrow. I rested my cheek against William’s chest and felt Clive rest his against my back as their cocks shrank inside me.
They were the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I was never letting them go.
I might be a harlot, but I was their harlot. Forever.