“Don’t make me repeat myself, Goldie,” I said, licking her juices off my fingers. Her taste… unlike anything I had sampled before.
Oh yes, I was going to enjoy every fucking second of this.
“Jay… a spanking is one thing. One could say I deserved that. But… anal discipline… What can I say or do to change your mind?” she asked. There was no snark in her tone, simply begging.
“I have no doubt you’re going to be punished often by me and my brothers. But since tonight is your first, I’m going to make damn sure you remember it,” I said stepping closer, loving the way her glance dropped to my cock and the flush that instantly suffused her face. “And I’m competitive. I want to beat my brothers at everything. So I want my punishments I give you to be the most severe.” I chuckle, not being able to hold in my humor at the way her eyes widened and her mouth followed suit.
“Jay,” she said as she tried to stand up and move out of my way.
I held her down on the table. “Position,” I warned. “Or my brothers are next.”
Her hands shook as she finally followed my command and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny anus just begging for me to claim it.
I stroked a finger down the seam of her ass, watching her body shudder and hearing the soft gasp she couldn’t contain when I circled her tight little hole.
“Did my thumb in your ass hurt?” I asked.
“No,” she answered softly.
“What comes next will.”
“No! Please don’t—” Her plea cut off when I spanked her strapped ass again.
“You can spread them wider than that,” I reprimanded. “I want to see every little wrinkle of that puckered hole.”
The stripes across her ass added to the beauty of her forced submission. I could already tell I was going to love disciplining this ass over and over again. As much as I want Goldie to behave while living on the mountain, I also want her to be bad. Very, very bad, so I can repeat this punishment time and time again.
“Ever had your ass fucked?” I asked.
“No.”
“Not even with a finger?”
“No, never.”
“Good,” I said. “I like popping the anal cherry.”
Removing the tube of lubrication that Banks gave me right before coming to the woodshed, I was grateful for my brother’s foresight. Clearly, he had punishment on the mind when it came to Goldie and always being the prepared brother—the perfect Boy Scout—he was going to make this discipline a lot easier for both me and Goldie.
“What is that?” she asked as she was watching me over her shoulder.
“A gift from Banks. You’ll have to thank him for it afterwards.”
“After what?”
“After I fuck your ass. Lucky for you, I won’t be fucking you dry.”
“Jay… please,” she began to plead.
Too bad for her, the sound of cries and pleas only made my dick get harder.
Applying lube to my finger and then moving it to her anus, I warned, “Keep those cheeks spread or another lashing will come.”
She gasped when the cold liquid made contact, but she held her position.
Pushing my finger into her anus over and over, I spread the lubrication around generously. Her body tensed, but she didn’t resist or try to get away from the intimate touch. Signs of her arousal on her pussy, and her tiny mewls as I finger-fucked her ass told me that this little vixen wasn’t hating her punishment so far.
But she would…