Instead, she leaned forward over the smooth oak and leather and stretched out until her fingers gripped the opposite edge. It was a wide desk, and even with her height, it put her on tiptoe.
She pressed her cheek against the cool leather insert and her eyes widened at the object Cody placed down right in her field of vision.
She stared at it for what seemed like forever, but was undoubtedly only a few seconds. It looked like a ping pong racquet...except it wasn't quite the right shape. It was more squarish, well, rectangular really. And it was made from a glossy varnished wood and didn't have the rubber coating that a table tennis bat had.
Sure, she had an idea of what it might be, but her brain just refused to go there.
Seriously, it could not be a paddle, could it? Like those that the heroes in some of her kinky books sometimes used on a poor, disciplined behind.
“Six each, and make no mistake, thisisa punishment!”
Ellie’s eyes grew wide, her brain trying to make sense of the words as she watched him pick the thing up.
Then he walked around to her other side and was out of her sight. But Syrus and Cody were not. They both had a staunch look about them. Syrus may be slightly uncomfortable.
She couldn’t look at them.
She didn’t quite hear a whistle through the air, that was just her fanciful mind playing tricks on her, but she sure as heck heard the cream that was torn from her own parched lips when the first blow landed on her thankfully denim covered ass.
She clutched harder at the edge of the desk and closed her eyes, wishing fervently that she’d actually been listening when she’d agreed to this. Had she agreed to this? Well, by default, because of her lack of attention, she supposed she had. Now there was nothing to do but grin and bear it. Or in her case, grimace and bear it.
By the time it came to the sixth and final spank from Cody, all thought was wiped from her mind and it was all she could do to screw her eyes tight shut, battle to hold back the tears that were precariously close to the surface and be thankful for the slight reprieve she got when Cody passed the implement to Syrus.
She sucked in a deep draught of air, and gratitude flooded her that Syrus clearly wasn’t as much as a sadist as his older brother. His paddles were almost bearable and might not have been so bad if they weren’t landing on top of Cody’s heavy hand. And when he finished, he gave her buttocks an almost loving rub, dissipating some of the pain and weaving it into an altogether different sensation.
She thought she might come through relatively unscathed when Ezra took his turn. He seemed to fall somewhere in between his two brothers, and Ellie thought it might almost be bearable.
But it seemed that wasn’t good enough for Cody. When the final six were done, he picked up the paddle again himself.
"I'm not convinced that you are suitably chastised, I'm afraid, Ellie."
His tone seemed to be far too gleeful for her peace of mind... and also her bottom. He treated her - and treated was totally the wrong word - to another seven spanks* to round things off to twenty-five and by the time he was finished, Ellie's knuckles were showing white, so fierce was her grip on the table edge. The sobs were stuttering out of her mouth aside the squeals that accompanied them, no longer able to be contained, and tears blurred her vision and fell in fat drops against the desk. As he completed the last two strokes, she simply wilted, sagging onto the desk in a limp heap and not moving even after it was over.
She was only vaguely aware, when Syrus scooped her into his arms and sat her carefully on his knee. On his other side Ezra kneeled by her side and hugged her tight and over his shoulder Cody wiped her eyes with a tissue and encouraged her to blow her nose to murmurs of ‘good girl’.
And somehow, those few precious moments seemed to make everything all right again. Better than that even; it made everything downright wonderful.
As they held her and cooed over her, feelings seemed to spark back to life again. She felt so loved and cared for that her latent feelings for them snowballed into a muddle of jumbled wonder, bewilderment and desire.
And damned if she didn’t feel a compelling need to masturbate now. What the hell was that about. She was so confused!
Chapter Six
The next morning Ellie woke up at dawn, just like usual. Clearly her body had caught up on some much-needed sleep and her internal clock had returned to normal.
Of course, there was one thing that certainly wasn’t normal and that was vague residual stinging of her ass and the overload of raging hormones that it still seemed to produce.
There really wasn’t much discomfort anymore, though she felt like she might have gotten off lightly since she’d been wearing her jeans as protection. But although she’d crept up to bed last night and immediately taken care of herself, this morning she still felt the overwhelming need to bring herself to climax yet again. What the heck was that about?
Groaning, Ellie quickly slipped her hand under the covers and found her slippery clit. She tried not to concur fantasies of Cody, Syrus and Ezra but it was impossible, they appeared vividly in her mind’s eye no matter how reluctant her conscious thought might be, and it only took a few quick strokes for her to climax, thinking about them. Jeez, she’d never be able to look them in the eye again!
Everything was still quiet whenshemade her way to the kitchen, so she put yesterday’s plans into action and whipped up a big batch of her Gran's best pancake recipe.
She still didn’t know exactly what time everyone got up, but it didn’t matter. It was easy enough to keep everything warm.
She was just stacking the pancakes and working out how the warming plate worked when there was a knock on the door. Ellie unlocked it to find Tono standing there.
“Morning Ellie.”