Page 77 of Sweet Little Spies

“First we get rid of these.” Aidan grabbed her thong andyanked it down.

She gasped as the wet fabric was jerked away from her pussy.Her clit throbbed and she moaned.

Aidan crouched down, helping her step out of her underwear.He grabbed her ass with one big hand and used the hold to steady himself as hestood, but not before he’d taken a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of herarousal. Once he was upright, he petted her butt with a feather-light touchthat made her sure her ass was in for it.

“If you’re spanking your sub for punishment, it’s your jobto make sure you keep it simple, so all they have to focus on is thepunishment,” Tristan explained.

It was clear Tris was in teaching mode, but Carys lost hertrain of thought as Aidan casually cupped and fondled her breasts with onehand.

“Ordering your sub to remain still or hold a stress positionfor their punishment can be useful, but they’ll have to concentrate on morethan their submission and the sensations from the spanking,” Tristan said in anacademic tone. If she hadn’t had tenderness with him the moment before, shemight have thought he was detached. “And you check their ass for heat levels.Most importantly, you fucking ask. Communication. It works wonders.”

Carys wanted to smile, but Aidan was pinching and rollingher nipples with pressure that was too light. She wanted it harder. It wasbuilding again, the minor orgasm they’d given her all used up. She needed more.

“You have two options for this setup.” Tris gestured to theframe. “Either you also bring a chair or a bench of some kind, and you put yoursub over your knee. Or, you can keep her standing, arms restrained. But youneed to hold her in place. Give her something to push against so she canconcentrate on the spanking. If you’re boring, you could restrain her again onthe frame. I have another idea for holding my sub in place while my partnerspanks her.”

Tristan’s hand slid between her legs. Carys spread her feet,welcoming the feel of his hot, hard hand. She wasn’t sure what he was planning,but she was going with it.

He palmed her pussy, almost massaging it.

“You earned sixty-five spanks,” her Dom said.

Carys didn’t bother to hide her wince. This was going tohurt.

The wince became a smile. The hurt would lead her somewheremagical.

“Thank you, Sirs.”

Aidan brushed back her hair. “You think I’m going to go easyon you since it’s been a while?”

It had been so long, and never like this. “No, Sir. Atleast, I hope not.”

His hand rested on the small of her back, right above herass.

“You’re going to count them. Loud enough so everyone canhear.” Aidan’s lips brushed her hair. “Loud enough to make sure everyone in theclub looks over here and watches us spank your sweet ass.”

Carys’s mouth went dry with arousal, and it took everythingshe had to stay still and patient, her body sandwiched between the two of them.

“What I’m about to do helps if you have a partner, though Iassure you all I could do it on my own if I had to. Part of being in the kindof relationship I’m in with my subs is understanding that every now and then,one of us won’t be around. We have to lean on each other. So she’s neveralone.” There was a deep tone to his voice that gave away the emotion he wasfeeling. Tristan had obviously felt their distance, too. Felt the miles andminutes and hours and days. He straightened up. “I’m going to use my sub’spussy to keep her still.”

A thrill of…fear…arousal…plain WTF…went through Carys.

“Since you can’t see, I’ll tell you. I’m going to put twofingers deep in my sub’s very nice pussy.” Tristan matched action to words, hisindex and middle fingers first parting her labia. His hand slid down,fingertips finding her entrance.

He thrust two fingers up into her. Hard and deep. Fillingher and possessing her.

This position put the heel of his hand right against herclit. His index and pinkie fingers rested along the outside of her labia.

Tristan curled his fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot,and Carys moaned, leaning against him. He pressed in again, forcing her assback and up slightly. It felt like heaven.

“Louder,” her Dom demanded. He ground his palm against herclit, his fingers curling inside her in a tinycome herefinger curl.

Carys let out a high, stuttering moan of pleasure.

“Now I control her lower body.” Tristan brought Carys twobaby steps forward. This was why he’d adjusted the overhead hold. Now she couldbend over a bit. He used her pussy as a handle to move her around until she wasright where he wanted her—bent over, ass out, pussy throbbing with need.

“Now if she jumps and tries to move away from the spanking,my control of her pussy and the restraints will keep her in place,” Tristanexplained. “Master Aidan, our submissive is ready.”

She was so ready.

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