“Yes, Gavan. I’m sorry, but I hate that town.”
“And that’s fine and good to say, but ye didna need to use foul language.”
He’d marched her over to Caelan, handing her off.
“Yer the one that rode into town to get her something nice. It’s time she learned I’m not the only one who’ll take her over his knee when she’s in need of correction.”
Caelan had nodded, taken Lizzie by the hand, and nodded. “Aye,” was all he said before heading to the uprooted tree, which made a natural bench for sitting, fucking, or spanking. Lizzie had already sat and been fucked leaning over it. It was only natural that one of them would need to use it to pull her over his knee and spank her bottom.
“Caelan, please, no. I’m sorry I cursed.”
“Aye. I imagine ye’ll be a lot sorrier before I’m through.”
ELIZABETH
Caelan pulled her over his knee and began to spank her. If she’d thought the swats Gavan had given her thus far were painful, the spanking Caelan was inflicting demonstrated a new level of pain.
Elizabeth kicked and screamed and tried everything she could think of to get away from him. She wriggled and squirmed and did her best to get free. But hard as she tried, she could not escape Caelan’s presence, or his hand that continued to punish her backside.
Caelan focused on the fleshiest part of her cheeks and only placed a few swats to her delicate sit spots.
She endured blow after blow. She screamed and wailed, but managed to keep from cursing and, still, the spanking continued. All the while, he spoke soothingly to her. He reminded her that she was being spanked because she’d been naughty but, when it was over, she would be fucked, and all would be forgiven.
Finally, she quit fighting him and went limp over his knee. It still hurt, and she could feel every swat. The moment she capitulated and let the tears fall, Caelan stopped.
“Ye want her over the tree, or across my knee?” Caelan asked Gavan.
“She’s fine where she is,” was his response.
Elizabeth grimaced when Gavan got behind her, parted her legs, and rubbed her bottom. Then, with his cock poised at her entrance, he grasped her hips and surged forward.
She cried out as his pelvis hit her punished backside and she grabbed Caelan’s leg to not feel as though she would fall as Gavan plunged into her fast and hard, only allowing her a single climax before he drove deep and began pumping his seed into her.
Gavan withdrew and he gave her a hard swat between her legs. “If there’s a next time, Lizzie, ye’ll get a taste of leather across yer behind. Ye ken?”
She nodded and waited, knowing she had yet to mollify Caelan. He removed her from his lap.
“Put yer hands on the log, Lizzie, spread yer legs, and present yer pussy to me.”
“Caelan,” she mewled.
“Have ye not been spanked hard enough?”
“No,” she wailed and then put herself in position.
Caelan wasted no time in coming up behind her, kicking her legs apart to make room. He parted her thighs and opened the front of his trousers. His cock sprang out, and he sank into her wet heat, groaning in ecstasy.
She called for him again but this time in surrendered abandon and not in distress.
“There’s my good girl,” he crooned as he began to thrust in and out of her, riding her through several orgasms before his cock began to swell and twitch. “One more, Lizzie, come for yer husband while he fucks ye.”
Her explosive orgasm triggered his, and he butted her punished ass several times as he spurted his seed into her. Caelan straightened as he spilled the last of himself into her.
When he was finished, he uncoupled from her.
Knowing better than to get up, she reached her hand back, wanting and needing his reassurance.
He took her hand in his.
“I’m sorry, Caelan. That’s a long ride, and you were trying to do something nice.”
“Aye, lass, I was,” he said as he released her hand and headed toward their cookfire.
She started to cry.
Caelan returned to her and drew her up off the log.
Elizabeth collapsed into him and wound her arms around him, trying to get as close as possible. She reached behind her, reaching for Gavan in an attempt to draw him in.
He hesitated and then relented, wrapping himself around her as well.
“Ye didna please either of yer husbands with that display of temper,” growled Gavan.
“I know, I’m sorry. They wanted to kill me,” she said, petulantly.
Both of her husbands chuckled. “You stole their cattle, their horses, and their money,” they said in unison.
She peeked up at Caelan, and then over her shoulder at Gavan. “But, other than that, what did they have against me?” she asked in her most innocent tone, batting her big green eyes at them.
Both men laughed.
“Caelan, can I please go take a bath?”
“Did ye ask Gav?”
“Well, yes,” she started, but was cut off when Caelan swatted her.
“Ye didna play us against one another. If ye asked Gav and he said no, then it is Gav who must rescind his denial.”
“I’m sorry, Gav. I wasn’t trying to do that. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Forgiven, lass. And, yes, ye may go and take a bath, but do not tarry, and do not wander far. Ye stay within earshot. Do not venture much beyond the bend. There’s a good spot with a rock where you can sit to bathe.”
“But it’s deeper farther upstream, and I can swim.”
“The current is too swift, Lizzie. Ye didna ask for permission to go swimming. Ye asked to take a bath. Yer not to venture upstream. Ye have not had yer bottom spanked when its wet and fresh from a bath. I can tell ye, the water will intensify the effect. Keep that in mind, Lizzie.”
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