and then, while we ride to the clubhouse, you need to think about what happens after you’ve been belted tonight.”
To keep from having to pull my jeans down, I’d worn a clingy cotton dress. Not tight, because the cotton was stretchy. It would be easy to lift and then would fall back down on its own when I stood. I wore a flesh-colored thong under it. I’d also packed a bag with another outfit, and with clothes to wear home the next morning.
To my surprise, he went in, sat in the armless chair in my foyer, and ordered me over his knee.
And before I could think about what I was doing, I’d bent over his lap.
Frost has this voice he uses when he orders me to orgasm. He only uses it when we’re doing sex stuff, and I always obey him when he uses it.
So now, even though I wanted to argue about bending over his lap, my body just did it.
And then screamed and squealed, my heart a rapid drumbeat in my chest, because he spanked my ass hard.
So hard, I fought and tried to stand, but he held me down and spanked harder, and harder, until I finally remembered he’d only stop when I accepted what he was doing.
He’d spanked me a lot in the past three weeks, and so long as I could be still and accept the spanking, he’d given me tons of orgasms after.
But today, I didn’t get an orgasm.
“Good girl. Twenty more, and you’ll be still. Put your hands on the floor and don’t lift them. Keep your toes on the floor, too.”
I managed, and then he fingered me until I was right on the edge of an orgasm before sliding a plug into my ass, standing me up, and hugging me. The plug wasn’t huge, but it was big enough I wouldn’t forget it was there.
Especially while on his bike. My entire lower body throbbed, and I choked back a sob.
“It’s going to be okay, Cheyenne. Let’s do this.”
I’d been right about the plug coming alive on the bike, and I was a molten ball of lust by the time he pulled into the new clubhouse complex. He’d ordered me to lube my ass before he picked me up. I’d assumed it was so he could fuck me later, but it was probably for the plug.
A prospect was standing in the parking spot right in front of what I assumed was the clubhouse door. He moved as we pulled up. He’d been holding the spot for us?
The room seemed nearly full when we walked in, but I didn’t look around. I stared at the floor and walked where Frost led me. He sat, ordered me over his lap, and I went.
I’d just been across his lap, so it was easier to bend over so soon after, even with an audience.
“Cheyenne has already apologized to me,” Squatch said. “We’re good. I’m ready to welcome her into the family with open arms.”
My face flamed even hotter when Frost pulled my dress up and bared my ass.
“I, too, am looking forward to welcoming her into the family,” Mad Dog said. “First, though, her ass needs to pay a debt her mouth got her into. Frost? Proceed.”
Frost had warned me that if he didn’t hit me hard enough, Mad Dog would order Squatch to deliver the consequences again from the start, but I had no idea it was even possible for him to hit me so hard with his hand.
I thought I’d known what I was in for, but I was wrong. His hands are so damned strong, and he hit hard enough the deepest muscles felt the impact. Heat. Power. Force. Pain.
Now I understood why he’d spanked me before we got here — it had been a warmup.
I screamed and kicked, but somehow, I managed to keep my hands on the floor. When he stood me up, tears ran down my face.
He walked me ten steps and leaned me over the sofa. If I couldn’t stay leaned over, someone would hold me down. He wanted me to do this without having to be held, but I wasn’t sure I could.
Frost’s strong hands lifted my dress and tucked it under my hips at the sides, so my red ass was on display. “Five at a time.”
That was all the warning I got before the belt hit me five times.
Five stripes of fire across my ass.
One long, shrieking scream.
I squeezed the sofa cushion with my hands. Determined not