I glanced furtively at the other couple, who were watching me closely.
The resemblance between the men was strong. They were both tall and commanding, their shoulders broad, their legs long. Jake's hair was several shades darker. Catherine was also dark-haired, with striking features. She could have been missing an eye for all I knew as I could only stare at her breasts, which were completely exposed even though she wore a white blouse. They were large and lifted so that they were large globes, thrusting out from her body with dusky pink, very erect nipples. Mine were not nearly as...prominent. She was very well endowed, but perhaps the way she stood with her hips shifted back so far, it made her back arch, thus the forward thrust of her breasts. I recognized that hip tilt; my hips were shifted slightly forward to accommodate the plug in my ass, but not as severely as Catherine. When Sam had said I would have my breasts exposed at all times, was this what he meant?
"Bend over, baby. Don't make me say it again."
I did as he bid, hissing as my breasts touched the cold wood.
"Spread your legs."
I quickly moved my feet apart.
"Good, baby. This is the correction I spoke of. A spanking."
"What? No!"
"Yes. Jake and Catherine can see your pussy, all dripping wet because you were strumming your clit without telling me. They can also see the plug embedded deep in your ass. They can see everything. You're laying like this on display because your pussy isn't something you hide. Your pleasure isn't yours. It's mine. Now, since this is your first spanking, you'll only receive five."
Five? He didn't give me time to consider what he meant. I heard the strike before I felt it, then the spot flared to life with a burning sting so fiery I jerked. "Ow!"
"That's one, Devney." Smack. "Your pleasure's mine." Smack. Smack.
I felt terrible, tears clogging my throat. Besides being on blatant display, I'd disappointed Sam. My new in-laws must think horribly of me, that I was ill-behaved and disobedient.
"All mine." Smack. "There. All done." He caressed the heated flesh gently with the palm of his hand, soothingly. "If you have a few minutes, brother, I need to get Devney ready for the day."
From my vantage point, I saw Jake move to the kitchen and put the coffee pot on the stove. "Actually, Doc stopped by as he wanted to check on Catherine's progress. He told us you married and thought it would work well if he checked on both Catherine and Devney at the same time. He's with Grant and Maura now, but should be over in awhile. So until then, we have your undivided attention."
"Let's get that plug out, Devney," Sam said from behind me, bumping and nudging the end of the plug. "I found her lying in bed rubbing her pussy, trying to make herself come. That’s why she got the spanking."
Tears filled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam," I murmured.
"That's ‘Mr. Bridger’ when I'm tending to your ass or pussy."
"Yes, Mr. Bridger," I replied with a sniff.
"She can come as frequently as she desires, but she must ask me first and I must be present. Every one of her orgasms belongs to me. I decide how. I decide when. I decide where. Do you still want to come, Devney?"
Even though I felt terrible about my behavior and my bottom was fiery hot and throbbed, I still wanted to come. In fact, the heat from the spanking spread to my pussy and I was achingly desperate. I needed it. "Yes, please."
"Please, what?" He continued to tug and work on the plug.
"Please...Mr. Bridger."
He pulled the plug out just enough so that I was stretched wide by the thick part, then left it there. "Show Jake and Catherine how you fucked your ass with the plug last night. If you can make yourself come, that is acceptable. If not, then you will have to wait until later."
I glanced over my shoulder at my husband. He stood tall and broad, his gaze dark and very intimidating, matching the intensity in his voice. His hands were on his hips and he waited. I had a feeling he had vast wells of patience to wait for me to comply.
"But--"
"You have no choice, Devney. This is my bidding. Fuck yourself with the plug. Now."
Reaching back, I tentatively grabbed the end of the plug and started to push it back in, then pulled back, mimicking the motion of Mr. Bridger's cock in my pussy from the night before.
"You let me come whenever I want," Catherine murmured.
"That's because my cock is always buried deep in your ass when you do," Jake countered. "When, sweetheart?"
"Only with you in me," Catherine replied softly.