not what I meant!” Sassy squeaked, backing up another step.
“You can’t have it both ways, sweetheart,” Clive said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, neither can you,” she sassed back, fully living up to her name. “You don’t think I’m fit enough to do laundry; therefore, I can’t be fit enough for a spanking.”
“A compromise then,” I said. “We’ll give you this evening and tomorrow to rest, then spank you tomorrow night.”
“Sounds fair.” Clive grinned. “Don’t you think so, Sassy?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You want me to agree to my own spanking?”
“Of course.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “There’s no point in punishing you unless you accept that you deserve it and want to change your ways. So, since you feel fit enough to have done the laundry today, will you be ready to accept your punishment tomorrow for lying to us?”
Cheeks turning pink, Sassy’s gaze slid away from mine, her head dropping down, and she nodded—a short, quick nod, but she agreed. Satisfaction rose up inside me.
“Good girl,” I said, walking forward. This time, she didn’t retreat. Cupping her chin, I tilted her head back for a kiss.
“Very good girl,” Clive agreed as my lips pressed against hers. I could feel him coming up to my side, watching as my lips moved over hers.
We’d been so gentle with her, waiting for her to recover, barely doing more than brush her lips with our own. This time was different. If Sassy felt well enough to start taking on some of the more arduous household chores, she was certainly well enough for a more energetic kiss.
My cock thickened as I plundered her mouth, kissing her with all the pent-up fervor that had built up over the past few days.
Clive agreed. As soon as I released Sassy, he swept her up, kissing her just as thoroughly and leaving her panting. Her eyes sparkled when he finally let her go, and I could see the hard nubs of her nipples pressing against her dress. Hell, I wanted her so bad… but we needed to wait.
That was something else Clive and I had discussed. The next time we took Sassy to bed, we wanted to claim her—fully.
“If she’s getting a spanking tomorrow, I think she needs the plug tonight.” My already hard cock throbbed with approval. Sassy groaned as Clive nodded his agreement.
Sassy
* * *
Bent over the kitchen table, my skirts up around my hips, I whimpered as two slick fingers pushed into my backside. The tight little hole stretched open, the slight burn of being filled, making me squirm in discomfort.
“Why do I need a plug if I’m getting a spanking?” I asked plaintively.
My husbands had handled me like glass the past few days, and while at first, I had appreciated their thoughtfulness, today, I had gotten antsy for more than soft kisses and light caresses. I wanted to feel them again. I had thought doing the laundry would show them I was feeling much better, but that hadn’t gone quite the way I’d thought it would.
The fingers inside me twisted, and my breath hitched, pleasure sliding through me at the sensation. Having my bottom played with, instead of my pussy, was an awful tease, especially after so many days without any sexual satisfaction. I wanted them, not the plug.
“Oh, the plug isn’t for the spanking, not really,” William said, moving his fingers back and forth in my ass. I gasped, pussy clenching as he fucked my bottom with the thick digits, mimicking the sex act. “It’s for what we’re going to do after.”
Fingers gripped my hair, right at the base of my skull, and Clive tugged, pulling my head back, so he could look at me. His dark eyes were full of lustful promise.
“Tomorrow, sweetheart, we’re going to spank you and wipe the slate clean. And once we have that nice, clean slate, we’re going to claim you.”
“I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy.” William picked up the thread of conversation from Clive, his fingers still moving inside of me, propelling my arousal to new heights. “And Clive is going to fuck this lovely ass.”
“So, you need the plug to prepare,” Clive finished, lowering his lips to mine for a ruthless kiss that left me reeling almost as much as the vivid picture they painted.
William’s fingers withdrew, then I felt the hard nose of the plug pushing into me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut against Clive’s intense gaze. I could feel him watching me, documenting every tiny change in my