The sound of the men walking down the stairs send chills down my spine. Each one passes me and walks toward their pet. It’s as if nothing happened.
Apollo walks up beside me and takes my hand. “You’re in trouble, my pet. Deep trouble.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Apollo
I’m not angry. It’s only human nature for Daphne to do what she did. But regardless, penance has to be paid. The men know what she did, and the other pets can see that she has removed her tail. If I let her off with just a verbal warning, there will be chatter from everyone behind my back that I’m nothing but a pussy-whipped husband. The weak Godwin brother, which sadly, my brother often had the reputation of being. But from now on, the name Apollo Godwin will not come across as weak or out of control.
A public discipline session is the only answer.
She jumps the moment my hand smacks her ass.
“Oww!” she squeals, her toes rising on the floor and her hands moving to cover her rear, protecting herself from further punishment.
I will not allow her discipline to be over that easy. If I do, how will it make me appear to the other men? I take hold of her body and bend her over the table where we just had our meal.
“Put your hands above your head.” My lips nearly at her neck as I lean down, moving her hands, placing them on the table before us. “Don’t move,” I warn, bringing my hand back down to the curve of her ass before swatting her bare behind again.
Her hips jump and her toes push up, moving her backside slightly higher. I’ve never spanked anyone with an audience before, and though I would prefer to have this little spitfire back in my room in private, I have no choice but to show all the men—and their pets—how I treat my bunny when defiant.
This embarrassing and shameful act is on her. I warned her to behave.
It’s high time she takes my threats seriously.
Her firm ass on display for all to see turns me the fuck on. I know it’s obvious my cock tents my pants, but no doubt Daphne’s curves and smoothness of her skin are doing the same thing to every man watching. I want to not only spank her ass, but touch and taste the sweet cream that drips from her pussy.
She is wet. I can see it glistening back at me. Begging for me to lick it off of her.
My hand comes down repeatedly, smacking her bottom from the crease all the way down to where she sits. I don’t want to bruise or blister her rear by spanking her too hard since the shame of a bare bottom spanking in front of others should be punishment enough. But with every searing swat, Daphne grows wetter and wetter. The harder I spank, the more she seems to enjoy it, which only makes me want to crash my palm against her flesh even harder.
She whimpers and gasps, moaning with pleasure. I watch the swelling of her pussy as I spread her legs further apart to swat the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
I smack up against her pussy, hearing her sharp gasp as her legs slam shut, capturing my hand as her hips thrust.
Oh yes. I can see…
My little pet wants me to finger fuck her with all to see. No shame. No bashfulness. Lust has taken over.
“You want to come, my bunny?” I ask, leaning closer as her legs unclench and my fingers dive into her wetness, stroking her folds and the fire between her thighs.
She nods as an erotic mewl escapes her lips. Her body tightens and eyes squeeze shut as her passion seems to grow right before my eyes. She keeps her hands above her head, her fingers splayed out before her like an animal clawing, gripping and tugging at the wood under her grasp. Daphne’s lips part and her breathing rushes out deeper and heavier as my fingers caress the folds of her wet pussy, teasing her clit, circling her toward orgasm.
Eyes are all on us. I know it. Daphne has to know it.
Being at The Vault has taught me one thing…
My wife appears to be an exhibitionist and a masochist. I fucking love it.
Let’s show you off, my love. Let’s show you off.
I pet my wife’s wetness, feeling her swell under my ministrations as her insides clamp down, clenching onto my finger as I add a second. I thrust my fingers in a curved motion, as her hip grinds into my palm. My other hand comes up to smack her reddened ass repeatedly. Daphne cries out with each searing swat as she trembles against my palm, gasping and moaning.
“Do you want to come, my pet?”
She nods in response.
“Answer me with respect,” I command as I pump my fingers in deeper and harder.