Britney is wearing yellow panties with little ducks on them. That’s all that’s left, and only for another few seconds because Davis finally pulls them down her legs and sets them on top of her dress.
When he stands, he lifts her by the waist and settles her on her belly on the spanking bench. As he moves around her, attaching her wrists and ankles to cuffs, he glances at us. “Like I said the other night, I don’t usually spank Britney for no reason. It’s not part of our dynamic. What I have been known to do, however, is keep a tally when she’s disobedient and cash them all in whenever I choose.”
Colt chuckles. “I wondered what that chart was on your refrigerator the other night.”
“Yep. She has a chore chart and a naughty tally. I enjoy making her stew for a few days, wondering when and how I might discipline her. Sometimes I let them accumulate. I don’t spank her every time she doesn’t make her bed or put her dishes in the sink, but they add up. Tonight, she’s going to experience something new.”
He finishes attaching her ankles and pulls a strap over her lower back too, cinching it tight.
Britney whimpers as she tries to wiggle. Her breasts jiggle along the sides of the bench.
Davis checks the strap to make sure it’s tight. “I don’t want her to have any movement for the first time I paddle her. Wouldn’t want to risk her hands getting in the way or me striking her in an unintended spot because she jerked to one side.”
Colt is holding me so close and so tight that I feel like I’m just as restrained as Britney. His left arm is around my body, his left hand teasing my right boob. He slides his right arm around my upper legs and smooths his palm up my opposite thigh until that thumb is teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh an inch below my pussy.
I’m panting already and we haven’t watched or participated yet.
Davis kisses Britney on the lips and cups her face. “Ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He rounds behind her until he’s standing between her thighs, sliding his hands up and down her skin until he cups her butt cheeks. He even parts them several times, exposing her tight hole.
She squirms the slightest amount possible.
“Your bottom is going to be so pretty after I paddle it, sweetie.”
It’s impossible not to watch intently as he continues to stroke her skin, his fingers coming very close to her pussy over and over but never touching her directly. I’m sure she’s dying of lust. Hell, I am from watching. And judging from Colt’s grip, he is too.
Finally, Davis picks up the paddle and stands to one side of her. He pats her bottom gently in several places before giving a firmer tap that makes her flinch.
He sets one hand on her lower back and taps her again several times, warming her up. I know it doesn’t hurt at all. He’s just getting started.
Sure enough, he gradually increases the pressure, keeping a close eye on her face after every few strikes. Pink lines rise across her skin, the width of the paddle. Eventually, her entire bottom is dark pink and each strike no longer leaves definitive lines.
It’s mesmerizing.
Colt whispers in my ear. “You’re aroused.”
I nod and bite into my bottom lip.
“What if you were the one strapped down and I was spanking you like that?”
I would probably come without him touching my pussy. I don’t respond.
“Are your panties wet?” he whispers softly so that we aren’t disrupting their scene.
I squirm.
“Shh. Not a sound.” He surprises me when he slides his hand from my thigh to my pussy. He cups me there, finding out that I’m soaked. He strokes a finger over my panties, grazing my labia and my clit.
It’s hard for me to remain standing, but he’s got me.
My vision clouds for a moment but I jerk back to attention when Britney cries out, just in time to see Davis has dropped the paddle and his hand is between her legs. Judging by the movement, I assume he’s thrusting his fingers in and out of her.
Her head is lifted off the table and she’s moaning. “Daddy…”
He keeps fondling her. “Tell me what you need, sweetie.”
“I need to come, Daddy. Please.”
“Good girl. Go ahead. Come around my fingers.”
Her orgasm is immediate and palpable in the room.
Colt stops stroking my pussy as she orgasms.
I whimper.
“Shh. Not your turn, baby.”
Not my turn to come? I’m so horny. I’ll never survive my own spanking, and I know that’s what’s coming next.
I shudder as I remember that I’ve never been aroused with a Daddy. I’ve never had an orgasm from a spanking. That is about to change right now. At least I certainly hope so. The very thought of Colt spanking me makes my nipples hard. I know I’m going to get even more aroused the moment his hand makes contact with my bottom. If he doesn’t permit me the release…
I can’t imagine that scenario.
Chapter 20
Evelyn
I’m entering new territory here for the millionth time this week as Davis and Britney trade places with me and Colt. I’m nervous, not because I have any hesitation about this or any concern about my reactions to Colt. I’m nervous about Colt’s reaction and whether or not this is something he wants or if he’s doing it for me.
He leads me to the bench and then circles me, keeping a hand on my shoulders. Finally, he stops in front of me and lifts my chin. “I’m not always going to pause and double-check your consent when I spank you, Eve, because I don’t think it’s part of our dynamic. You aren’t the sort of little who steps out of the role in the middle of the evening for a pulse check.”
I nod. He’s right.
“But
