Page 112 of The More the Merrier

Grant added his comfort to the mix, rubbing my back. “I’d say the paddle has a worse bark than its bite, but I’d be lying.”

“Neither of you can punish me for rules we didn’t have in place.”

Dalton and Grant shared a look. “No, prancer. I want to get the gunk out of your head so we can focus on enjoying ourselves this holiday season instead of stressing. Do you trust me to do that?”

“Yes, Sir.” I breathed in and out a few times. I needed to get out of my own way, no matter what it took.

Dalton arranged me so I was draped across his and Grant’s lap. I’d been held across one lap in the past while another person spanked me, but this position put my ample bottom directly into prime realty space for both men. They had easy access to reach all of it.

“Remember, this isn’t a punishment, darling.” Dalton spoke over my shoulder before striking either side of my ass, hard and fast.

His pace was unyielding, barely allowing me to breathe through it. It was calculated so that I’d feel the burn immediately so I wouldn’t be stuck in my head anymore and would have to focus on the moment. Dalton was so smart. After one particular hard slap, I kicked my legs out.

“Ouch!” I looked up at Grant. “I’ve had enough. Dalton’s hands hurt with or without a paddle.”

“That last one was me, sweet girl,” he said, looking quite pleased with himself. “If we stop now, when your ass is barely blushing, I bet you’ll find yourself in this position again sooner rather than later.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Mm.” Grant plucked the oversized leather stinger from the other side of the couch. He handed it over my head. “I’ve been handling brats for a long, long time.” He trailed his fingers down my shoulder, landing at my hip. “I think your urge to battle is because deep down you love being put in your place by someone who you’ve placed your trust in.”

“Pfft,” I scoffed. “That’s bullshit.” Dalton cracked the paddle against the entire expanse of my ass. “Ouch!”

“Change your tone, prancer.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” I attempted to crawl forward and off their laps but I had zero leverage. “You both think you have me all figured out. I’m nothing but a smarty pants brat who’s just been begging for correction,” I mocked. “I should just bow down and kiss your…”

Dalton tore my panties off and stuffed them into my mouth, quieting my rant.Shit.I liked that pair, but it hardly mattered. He slid his hand underneath my ponytail, flush against my scalp. “No more talking. Your non-verbal safeword is wiggling your fingers, any of them, or your toes. Blink twice at Grant if you understand me.”

My chest heaved as I laid there, ridiculously turned on, panting behind my panties. I could taste the tang of my own juices. It made the moment hotter. I raised my head to meet Grant’s gaze and blinked my eyes twice.

“Good girl,” Grant praised as he leaned into me and kissed my forehead. “You’re much more compliant without the ability to speak.” He shifted slightly and I could feel his erection underneath me. “She’s ready.”

“She thinks so.” Dalton chuckled darkly.

He targeted my upper thighs with the paddle. Four on each one without pause. Yelping through the cotton lodged in my mouth, I tried to shift away from the assault happening on my backside, but my attempt proved fruitless. Grant draped his arm across the top of my body, keeping me in place, but I found it oddly soothing. After so much fighting, mostly against myself, I realized how desperately I’d wanted the two of them to physically stop me. Stop my brat from fighting anymore. Stop all the overthinking. Now that I couldn’t move, it meant I’d start actually processing the pain.

Dalton bounced the paddle from my upper thighs to the lowest curves of my butt, across each of my bottom cheeks. Over and over, it was as if he was painting an elaborate picture with the implement as the brush and my ass the canvas. I relaxed deeper as each strike bloomed from pain into pleasure. Grant occasionally added a smack or two of his own, rubbing and kneading his fingers into my burning globes. The leather stung in a delicious new way. Dalton was skilled, I knew that already, but it hit differently since all of his attention was on me. He continued spanking me, occasionally using his palm, likely enjoying the heat he’d caused. My panties prevented anything other than grunts to come out of my mouth, though I was sure I was whimpering. One of them dipped their finger inside my pussy, and I mewed.

“She’s dripping wet, Dalton,” Grant teased. “Do you think we should send her to bed without a release?”

“Let’s see how bad she wants it,” Dalton growled over my shoulder.

I clenched around Grant’s digit, as if that action would be enough to keep him there. He added a second finger, stretching me as he slowly slid his fingers in and out. He had huge hands and his fingers were not small. Dalton reached through my legs and added his finger to the mix. The unusual angle plus the fullness inside my dripping wet core struck me sideways. My muscles tensed and my toes curled from the amount of pleasure pulsing through my body. Tears slipped down my cheeks, I was so close. I rubbed my head along Grant’s stomach like a kitten begging for attention. He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks in his hand, tilting my chin. Drool dribbled out of the side of my mouth.

Slowly removing my panties, Grant ran his thumb across my lip. “Beg your Daddies to come, babygirl.”

If my ass wasn’t burning hot and their fingers weren’t inside of me, I’d likely battle a little harder, but my peak was so close!

“Puh-pleh.” I cleared my throat, my mouth robbed of moisture from my panties.

“Hang on.” Grant located a water bottle without removing his fingers from my wet pussy. He must have thought ahead, and I’d been too wrapped up in Dalton to notice. He opened the bottle and held it just above my mouth. It had one of those pop tops and Grant did not make it easy for me to get a good swallow. “Ask for more.”

“Please may I have more, Daddy?” I managed sweetly.

Grant awarded me, allowing me to drink several gulps before setting the bottle down.

“Thank you.”

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