Maybe it was just the teeniest, tiniest bit about lust.
‘Over in the corner.’ Conor gestured at a three-legged stool which Finn had just placed over there.
‘Yes, Conor,’ she said.
‘No,’ Finn said, ‘while we’re in a scene like this, you call us both “sir”.’
For a moment, Conor thought that Finn was going to ask her to call them Daddy. But his brother was right to ask for Sir — it was too soon for the D-word. And he didn’t want to scare Tammy off. It had taken so many years to get here. It was so tempting to rush, but they had to be patient.
‘Yes, sir,’ Tammy said, yielding instantly to Finn’s command.
Conor watched her pert buttocks as she walked slowly over to the stool.
‘That’s the naughty seat,’ he said, licking his lips with desire. The eighteen-year-old inside him was freaking out. All these years, wondering what Tammy would look like under her clothes, and now, no doubt if he asked her to, she’d strip off completely in front of them both.
His cock throbbed, almost painfully hard.
Come on, Conor, keep it together, you horny dog.
‘Panties off,’ Finn grunted. Clearly, he was struggling to keep it together, too.
‘Yes, sir,’ Tammy said, her voice deep and slow. Both brothers watched as she wriggled out of her black cotton panties, letting them fall to the floor.
She was perfect. Everything he’d ever wanted. He wanted to stride over to her, slam her down on the bed and fuck her brains out. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
‘You’re going to sit on that naughty seat and face the corner,’ Conor said. ‘Then the two of us are gonna spank you for lying to us. Five times each. Ten of the best.’
‘You’re getting off lightly, mainly because you came clean.’
‘Thank you,’ she whispered.
‘Save your thanks for later,’ Finn said.
Conor was pleased to see this authoritarian side of his brother. He knew Finn was a protector, but he’d always seen Finn as slightly softer, more sensitive than he was. He felt a swell of pride to see his Dom side coming out.
Tammy positioned herself on the stool, and Conor couldn’t help but feel jealous of the damn thing. Having Tammy’s bare pussy pressed against its surface. He couldn’t help but imagine her sitting on his face like that — legs spread over his cheeks, his tongue diving deep into her slick entrance.
‘Right,’ Finn said. ‘I’ll go first. We’re only going to be using our hands because we haven’t agreed on any contractual stuff yet. We’ll save the spicier impact play for another time.’
Conor felt a pang of jealousy. He had been the first one to kiss Tammy — he felt as though he should be the first to spank her. But in a way, it was fairer like this. By letting Finn discipline her first, they were evening things out.
He wondered what was going on in Tammy’s head right now. If she was as excited by the situation as he was. But as she shifted slightly on the chair, he saw the telltale smear of wetness beneath her, and he knew that she was into this.Veryinto this.
As Finn approached Tammy, Conor felt like his cock was going to explode.
‘This is going to hurt,’ Finn said, ‘but it’s for your own good, young lady.’
Tammy nodded. Meekly, she whispered: ‘Thank you, sir.’
Damn, that girl was a natural submissive. It made Conor’s cock twitch with delight to see her like this.
Without any more preamble, Finn lifted back his hand and smacked Tammy’s bare ass. Each blow made Tammy squeal with pain, but Conor could see that Finn was holding back. After his five slaps, Finn looked over at him and nodded.
Fuck. It was Conor’s turn.
He bit his lip. He’d never spanked anyone before. Tammy’s ass was already pink from Finn’s slaps. Hopefully, he wouldn’t hit too hard or too soft. There was no time to overanalyze it, though. He just had to go on instinct.
He unleased four sharp, quick smacks, each slightly harder than the last. Tammy moaned with each strike. But then, when he struck her the final time, she let out a sob.