Page 167 of Plaything

“No Sir, no Master, no Daddy, or no Professor,” Aiden corrected. “What you choose to call us will be the only decisions you make tonight.”

“No Sir,” I decided with a slight shake of my head.

“They get spanked. Hard. You’ll receive one lash for every syllable of disrespect,” Dominic informed. The sharp snap of a belt rang through my ears, and I flinched, preparing to feel the sting on my ass. It was a warning—the sting never came, and I whimpered.

“How many did she earn herself, Wyatt?” Niko questioned, sounding genuinely curious.

My mind went blank as I tried to remember what exactly I said. Something about being old? Fuck.

“23,” Wyatt answered, and it dawned on me why he looked so concerned after my earlier statement. My English Professorwas counting.

Niko sucked in air between his teeth. “Oh, Cariño, that doesn’t seem fair, does it?” He empathized.

Yes, Niko, save me! I shook my dangling head. “No, Professor,” I answered, knowing how much the endearment turned him on. I needed all the leverage I could get.

The belt snapped again, and I gripped Aiden’s pants. The anticipation was collecting in my panties, betraying my very real nerves. “What do sluts who run their mouths get, Odette?” Dominic asked again.

“A lash for each syllable of disrespect,” I squeaked my answer quickly. Aiden’s fist tightened in my hair again. “Sir!” I added.

“Good girl,” his footsteps neared again. “Since this is your first time getting punished, we’ll let you off easy. Just this once,” he clarified. “We won’t tolerate you acting like a brat, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s keep the number 23 in mind,” Niko announced. “I’ve always liked prime numbers,” he added with a chuckle.

“How many lashes do you think you deserve, Baby?” Wyatt asked. I wish I could look at them; I wanted to see where they were and what they were doing.

The question was unfair at best. If I did what they wanted, I would lie and answer 23. If I was being honest, I would answer zero, and they’d laugh at me. “Five?” I took a shot in the dark. His belt was made of leather, and Dominic didn’t exactly have a gentle arm. I’d never been struck before (by anything other than a hand), but I imagined it would be painful.

“Hmm...” Aiden thought. “I’m fine with that. Niko, what do you suggest we do for the remaining 18?” I heard the evil in his tone.

“We have the room for another hour. Let’s see if she can take 18 orgasms before she goes nonverbal,” Niko responded.

My eyes shot open, and I tried to lift myself up from Aiden’s lap, but he held me down. “Wait, I can’t—”

“Oh yes, you can. And you will,” Aiden rasped.

I felt the sting before I heard the belt this time. Just as I assumed, Dominic’s arm wasn’t gentle as the belt swiftly came down on my ass. Unsuspecting, I cried out, my knees buckling.

I was glad my answer wasn’t 23; I couldn’t fathom taking four more lashes of that. I knew 18 orgasms would cripple me, and I was sure I’d give out long before I reached their goal. Both were horrible, and I regretted what I said wholly.

They take punishment and disrespect very seriously. A lash for each syllable was severe, showing how much intolerance they had for the poor behavior.

Part of me loved how strict they were. I love the structure and how they took control. Like they said, the only decision I had to make was what I’d call them. I loved that I got to turn my brain off and let them use me however they pleased. The rest of me knew I was about to get my ass handed to me, and I was mortified.

The second hit came a few seconds after the first. This time no sound left as I tried to keep my humility. My eyes squeezed shut, and my fist shook against Aiden’s pants.

“Awe, she’s trying to be tough,” Wyatt laughed. “Shatter that resolve, would you?”

Another strike hit me, and tears brimmed my eyes as I whimpered. My ass was in flames as my blood rushed to the tender area. Before I had time to mentally recover, the belt came down on me again. My legs gave out as I shrieked in pain. “Ow!” I cried out, tears falling onto the floor.

“Tell me again, Darling.” Dominic’s breath brushed against my ear, and I trembled at the closeness. “Am I an old man?” he whispered.

“No!” I panted. “Sir,” I added quickly, knowing that forgetting their titles would be my downfall.

“And who needs a break?” He taunted.

“I do... Sir,” my voice rattled with nerves.

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