“The same thing, but I was going to eat,” she protested. It was a lie. She was going to bathe and then crash, but they didn’t need to know that.
Jake and Grant had joined them at the table and there was a big plate of toast and scrambled eggs in front of Stacie.
Seth took the fork and held a bite to her lips, waiting for her to open and take it. Jake and Grant watched.
“I can feed myself.” Stacie was getting indignant. She was an adult.
“I want to feed you. Will you let me, honey?” Seth asked, as Jake held the glass of juice to her lips.
Stacie took a drink and nodded. She had a feeling it wasn’t worth arguing and she wouldn’t like the consequences if she continued.
The men all took turns feeding her and giving her drinks, until all the juice was gone and she had eaten half the eggs and toast. “What about you all? None of you ate.” Stacie was worried about her men. They worked hard.
“We all had a sandwich before we came up the stairs, babe,” Jake informed her. Grant was busy finishing what she didn’t eat.
Seth just shook his head at Grant. “That boy can eat anything at anytime.”
“I’m still growing,” Grant protested.
Seth carried her into the living room, still shaking his head. Now the unpleasant part was coming. They were going to have to punish Stacie for her behavior, and he was sure she wouldn’t like it. “Begin as you plan to continue,” his daddy had always said, and this was how they planned on continuing. They all three would be involved in her punishment. She wouldn’t be focused on just one of them that way, and she needed to know that they would all punish her.
Seth sat in the big chair in the room and again sat Stacie on his lap. “We need to talk, honey,” he told her, as Jake and Grant sat on the sofa.
But before they talked about punishment, she needed to be informed about their lifesytle. They needed to make sure it was something she was interested in and wanted to participate in. If she wasn’t interested, they needed to decide how to proceed. His daddy had told him always safe, sane, and consensual, never without consent. That meant that until they were sure Stacie wanted the same things they did, they couldn’t proceed further.
“Stacie, my brothers and I practice something called BDSM. Have you ever heard of it?” Seth asked, still holding her on his lap.
Stacie looked down at the floor and nodded. One of her friends had been reading a book about it, and when she was done she gave the book to Stacie. After that one book she was hooked. Hiding them in the chest in her room, she had bought several books without her father’s knowledge. She had gone so far as to buy book covers so that she could read them at work with the brothers knowing what type of book she was reading.
“I’ve read a few books about it, and one of my friends tried it with her boyfriend, but all he wanted to do was tie her up and beat her. Is that what you want to do?” She looked from man to man.
Grant got down on his knees in front of her. “No, baby, is that what they did in your books?”
“No, it was more about pleasure and discipline. No one gets hurt in the books, but those are just fiction. My friend said it was different in real life,” Stacie answered him
Jake was now sitting on the side of the chair with her and Seth, and he answered. “Yes, babe, books are fiction some are pretty accurate and some aren’t. We have some books you can read that are nonfiction or we can teach you. We would rather teach you. “
“The first thing you need to remember is that you as the submissive or sub hold all the power. Did your books tell you that?”
“Some of them, but in some the Doms were mean. Are you all Doms?”
Seth answered this time. “Yes we are and have been for a long time. This is the lifestyle we live, and we hope you will be interested enough to play with us. We don’t live it all the time, but most of the time. We never want to hurt you, but when you misbehave you will be punished. Before we talk about that we need to know how you feel about trying this with us. Are you willing?”
All three men looked at her intently, waiting for her answer.
“You said I had all the power, what did that mean?” Stacie was excited about trying some of the things in her books with her men, but she didn’t want them to hurt her like her friend had been. She didn’t think they would, but she was a little apprehensive about it.
“Before we need to talk about safe words. We will give you two words that you wouldn’t normally say to use that will stop or slow everything down. The first is yellow. You use yellow to slow everything down or to stop and discuss something. For example, if we are playing and you are restrained and something starts to cramp, you say yellow and we will fix it. Then play will resume if you wish to continue. The next word is red. When you say red, everything stops for a while. We talk about why you had to say red and take a break. We may continue, but we usually everything stops for the day,” Jake explained.
“When you misbehave or do something that will put you in danger, you will be punished. I hope it won’t happen often, and usually anytime you are punished, it will be all three of us. Do you know why we need to do this?” Seth’s voice was quiet, but firm. Grant and Jake were each sitting back on the couch, relaxed, their arms crossed over their chests.
Punished. Stacie wasn’t sure this was a good thing. They had never punished her while her dad was alive, and had never said anything about punishing her. She wasn’t sure she was going to like this. Deciding honesty was the best policy, she told them all, “I’m not sure I like this.”
“Baby, you’re not suppose to like it, it’s punishment for bad behavior. If you liked it, it wouldn’t work. It’s part of the BDSM dynamic. Your safe words still apply, and you can say red and stop everything,” Grant told her.
“But I don’t want you all to spank me. I’m not a child.” Stacie thought maybe she could reason with them.
“Babe, we don’t want to have to spank you, but like Grant said, if we don’t you won’t learn,” Jake tried to explain. “Are you willing to try this with us?”