Page 18 of Our Lucky Bride

He pulled her down onto the quilt, laying her over his lap, her skirt raised above her waist, her bottom exposed.

“Look at that beautiful silky ass,” Wesley said.

His hands brushed over her buttocks. Were all men this way?

“Darling, you’re going to experience your first orgasm today. And you’re going to love it,” Anthony said and he moved closer to her.

Beneath the clear blue sky, she lay across Wesley’s lap, her buttocks exposed. God, how she hoped no one she knew would pass by and see her this way.

“I want you to count, each lick,” Wesley said. “You’re going to get five for disobeying. Your next offense will get you ten, so don’t disobey.”

With a sigh, she closed her eyes.

Slap, his hand hit her bare skin.

“One,” she said, thinking that wasn’t too bad.

Slap!

“Two,” she said, realizing that her skin had warmed after the second hit.

Slap!

“Three,” she said, her buttocks beginning to burn. How would ten feel if already she was experiencing some burning?

Slap!

“Four,” she cried out a little louder this time; she only had one more to go and was so grateful.

Then she felt his fingers slide up into her womanly center. He rubbed her tiny button and a zing of heat and desire filled her.

A moan came from somewhere inside her and she wanted to grind herself against that hand.

Slap!

“Aargh, five,” she cried between pain and desire, wanting more of his fingers. She needed them.

Wesley rubbed his hands over her heated buttocks while Anthony’s fingers twisted and turned the little nub between her legs. Oh, how she wanted him to continue, but he stopped.

Her breathing was labored and she eagerly moved her hips trying to find his fingers again.

“I think she liked it. Look how wet she is,” Anthony said.

“What do you think, honey? Do you want me to continue spanking you?”

Gasping, she glanced back at them. “I want…I want your fingers.”

They both laughed. “You can’t have one without the other,” Wesley said. “Let me help you come.”

She had no idea whatcomemeant, but right now, she felt tight, desperate, and needy. She needed his fingers back in her, even if that meant she would receive another spanking.

“Yes,” she cried. “Hurry.”

Anthony shoved his fingers deep inside her and she pushed back searching, needing more.

Slap! Wesley’s palm hit her buttocks and she cried out, desperate with desire. The pain in her buttocks was nothing compared to this urgent fire. She wanted him to put his cock in her. She needed him to help her.

Slap, the next hit came just as he twisted the little nub between her legs and she screamed out, her body tensing. An explosion of color filled her as she gripped his fingers inside her pussy and her body shook and rocked.


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