Stacie nodded and went into the master bath to change. She could have changed in front of them, but they liked it when she “made an appearance” and came out of the bathroom posing for them. It turned her on, too.
Changing didn’t take long and she was out shortly. Grant and Jake had gone ahead to get the playroom ready and turn the heater on, leaving Seth to escort her.
“Here, honey, we’re just going to the barn, but you’re right, it is cold and I don’t want you to freeze before we get there.” He handed her a knee-length jacket, which she was grateful for.
Stacie was curious as to what the brothers had planned, but she was sure it would be fun.
When they got to the barn, Seth took her to what she thought was the tack room. She had never been in it and wondered what was up.
Boy, was she surprised to see what was in the room. “Wow, how long has this been here?”
“We put it in several years ago, but have never had anyone in here. We saved it for the woman we want to spend our lives with. You will be the first and only woman to ever be in here, honey,” Seth told her.
“Oh,” was all Stacie could say. His words had more implications than just the fact that she was the only woman they had brought to the room. It told her they were serious and wanted more from her.
“We’ve spent the last few years making this room perfect and getting everything we wanted in here. We’ve visited several different clubs around the country and tried various pieces of equipment, until we knew exactly what we wanted. Some of these have been custom-made. For example, we had this spanking bench modified to fit our needs. It is motorized and can be moved up and down and tilts from side to side. You will be trying it tonight. I think you remember we talked about a punishment this afternoon,” Grant explained to her with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
Biting her lower lip, Stacie nodded.
“Tell Jake and Seth why you’re in trouble, babe.” Grant grinned.
“Well…um…I…I wore a bra and thong on our ride today without permission, but if I don’t wear the bra while we’re riding, I bounce, and I don’t want my boobs to be saggy.” She looked up at Seth and placed one hand on his chest, “You don’t want my boobs to sag, do you?” she asked, pouting a little for effect.
“Oh, baby, you’ve done it now,” Grant said with a growl. One person you didn’t play with was Seth. She would have been better off trying that with him. He was more likely to give in than Seth was.
Seth placed his hand over hers on his chest, and quickly pulled her to fall against him. “I’ll love your boobs, saggy or not. You don’t wear any type of underwear without permission,” he snarled in her ear and swatted her bottom.
“Oh!” Stacie gave a little scream and jumped. “That hurt.”
“It was supposed to, and I’m not done.” Seth bit her earlobe, pulling it between his teeth. “Over the spanking bench with you. You’ve earned this. From what Grant told me, today wasn’t the first time you disobeyed, and I won’t be having that,” Seth told her, turning her and leading her to the bench.
Raising it up and helping her drape herself over it, Jake and Grant quickly fastened soft, fur-lined leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and attached them to the legs of the bench. Seth raised it higher so that she couldn’t reach the floor, but her bottom was the perfect height for spanking and taking. They were going to introduce her to anal sex tonight after her punishment.
“Are you okay, baby? You don’t feel like you’re gonna fall or anything?” Grant asked, checking the restraints again.
“No, I’m okay, I guess.” Stacie felt secure, but a little discombobulated. It was unnerving hanging in the air and not being able to reach anything.
Next thing she knew, she heard a ripping sound. Seth was ripping off her shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he told her, throwing the ruined garment where she could see. He then palmed both cheeks of her bottom, squeezing the globes repeatedly.
Stacie heard a motor start, and her legs began to spread wider and wider until she was sure they couldn’t spread much farther.
Seth pushed himself between her wide-spread legs and she could feel his erection through his pants up against her bottom.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and tried to push herself back against him.
“Not yet, honey. First, your punishment.” He smacked her bottom again. Stepping back, he started with light smacks and built up to harsher ones, until her bottom was a nice shade of pink and she was moaning continually.
“That was just the warm-up, honey. Now for the punishment,” Seth told her, stepping back and walking up to a chest in the room. Stacie couldn’t see what he was doing, but had the feeling she wasn’t going to like it.
He came back and showed her a paddle that looked like a wooden cutting board with a handle. “You’ll get five from each of us this time. Next time you get caught wearing a bra or underwear without permission, you’ll get ten. Since Grant was the one who caught you, he’ll start.”
Grant rubbed his hand over her cheeks, squeezing like Seth had, bringing the blood to the surface. The first swat landed on both cheeks and Stacie gave a little scream. He continued with two swats on each cheek before handing the paddle to Jake and coming around to kneel in front of her.
“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Grant asked her, moving the hair out of her face.
“I’m g–g–green, Sir.” Stacie hiccupped, sniffling.
“You sure you don’t want to stop this, baby?” Grant was concerned. She was really crying.