"Now Grace, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here," Austin said as Cole turned back towards the horse, shaking his head. "I know you're not used to this, that you haven't been taught how to please a man. That it hasn't been required of you. But I want you to know that that's going to change. Starting right now."
"Well," I said, fighting to keep the rage welling inside me from making my hands shake and scaring the poor animal I was about to ride, "I'm going to let you go ahead and make your changes, while I ride out and have a visit with Rebecca and thank her for lending me this horse!"
Grabbing the horn on the saddle, I swung around and was about to put a foot in the stirrup and get ready to mount the animal when I felt Austin's heavy hand on my shoulder. I spun my head towards him, shooting the most menacing look I could muster. But his expression was just as calm and even as it always was. I felt the reins being taken from me and when I turned the other way, Cole had them in his hand.
"I'll be at the house in a second," Cole said. I looked back at Austin who was staring down at me.
"What is the meaning of this? I said I was going to visit my friend!" I snarled, furious that my two 'husbands' telling me what to do.
"Let's go into the house Grace," Austin said quietly. "Grace you know full well what happened at the Doc's when you talked back to me like that. Now get yourself under control before I have to give you another spanking. I'm telling you nicely."
It felt like my bottom started burning just at the mention of the word. I swore I could still feel the sting of Austin's palm on my rear from this morning's spanking. I reckoned I wasn't really in a mood to feel it again but something inside me just wouldn't quit. I wasn't used to men, or anyone for that matter, telling me what to do and even though Austin had managed to coerce me to do his bidding earlier, I wasn't about to make him think that was going to be a habit.
"And I'm telling you," I began, but didn't manage to get the rest of the words out. Before I could finish, Austin had me over his shoulder and headed towards the house. My temper had flared so much by this point that I could barely control what I was doing and I felt my fists begin to hammer on his back, landing on the firm muscle there with each blow.
Well we didn't make it into the house. Austin sat down on the steps of the porch, swung me from his back and instead put me over his knee.
"Hey!" I cried, "You stop that right now you big bully!"
The palm of his hand landed on the round bump of my bottom with a dull thud. The dress I was wearing was quite thick and cushioned some of the blow, nevertheless the pain of it did sting. I gasped and let out a yelp, struggling to get up off my husband's knee. But his other hand, carefully placed on the small of my back made it impossible for me to move. Blow after blow landed on my rump as I wiggled and writhed trying to free myself from Austin's grasp until I saw Cole approaching.
"Help! Cole!" I called out, hoping that my other husband might be more merciful and free me from Austin's iron grasp. But Cole simply stood there, watching as Austin continued to whack my bottom which had now begun to feel quite sore beneath the dress. I went back to wiggling, hoping that his hand might be getting tired and that if I just tried long enough, I would be able to free myself.
"It's not working," Cole said in his low, gravelly voice, "because of that there dress." Austin stopped, stood me up as he stood up himself and passed me to Cole.
"Alright. Your turn," he said as Cole grabbed me by the arm. I gasped again as Cole stepped towards me, his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. Is this what my life was going to look like now? Being passed back and forth between a couple of cowboys to be disciplined as they pleased? I didn't have much time to ponder the thought because almost immediately, I felt my dress being yanked down off my bottom. I let out a shriek and looked down to see that Cole had not only pulled off my dress but also my bloomers! There I was standing naked as the day I was born from the waist down, the warmth of the sun beaming on my somewhat rosy bottom.
But Cole's hand was quick. Without even putting me over his knee, he wrapped his fingers around my other wrist so that I was trapped there, as if in handcuffs. Stepping to one side, he bent me over, making the round of my rump protrude upwards. Despite my cries of protest, I could quite clearly feel the faint trickle of wetness that had begun between my folds when Austin had first laid his hand on me, and that was now beginning to run down the inside of my leg. I blushed with embarrassment, hoping the two men wouldn't notice.
The first smack of Cole's firm palm on my behind echoed through the hills and my body tensed in a way I'd never experienced before. I was still thoroughly shocked at what was being done to me, but at the same time my body was becoming so aroused that it was almost like I wanted to feel the discipline I was receiving.
Cole continued the spanking, each swat firm and even, exactly like the last so I knew what to expect. In fact, the painful rhythm of it lulled me into
