A Baby for the Mountain Men
Okay, seriously, they were being big babies about it. They stopped itching the instant it was rinsed off their bodies, couldn’t they just say nice one and leave her alone? But no, of course that was not how it worked. She had to be obedient. Still. Silent. Invisible. Because she wasn’t their first preference. She wasn’t their preference at all.
They weren’t wasting any time. Logan took his place behind her now. “Lean down, hands on the desk at all times. Move them and you’ll be sorrier,” he told her then flipped her skirt up to her waist and because she was standing so far from the desk, the bundled-up fabric rested in the curve of her lower back. He then pulled her panties down to expose her backside and her cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
She thought about something snarky to say but every thought fled the instant Logan brought that riding crop down across her buttocks. He didn’t even give her a breather before he delivered the second which burned right through to her soul.
“You will receive twelve strikes,” he issued and struck her again. Oh God. The third was too much. She sprang up and put her hands behind her to protect her flaming ass. “Hands back down and don’t do anything that stupid again,” Logan said softly but the threat was so clear in his voice she did two things. She obeyed and felt her pussy pulse between her legs. “For that you will have the uncomfortable task of wearing a butt plug for a whole week,” Logan said further.
What? A butt plug? How deranged were they? Wait, there were plugs for one’s butt?
“I’ll get one tomorrow,” Noah offered. She didn’t need to look behind her to know Logan nodded his approval. “And if you continue to be rowdy during your punishment, my brothers and I will have no problem of immediately finding anything in this house that may suffice as a butt plug. Understood?”
She couldn’t. She just couldn’t anymore. But she nodded as he continued to whip red stripes into her flesh. The entire scope of her feelings running through her, left her disorientated. She was scared, and utterly angry, in searing deafening pain and wholly aroused.