The way they treat me, with such courtesy and respect, always makes me want to swoon.
To think how close I came to losing it all…
“Join us,” Link invites.
When I do, they both kiss me.
“You look exquisite, little dove.”
“So do both of you.” Link is dressed perfectly, as always. Pax has on a suit jacket, but no tie, and his first couple of buttons are unfastened.
Suddenly I’m voting to stay home instead of going to a restaurant.
“We have a surprise for you this evening,” Link adds.
I shake my head. “You’ll turn me into a spoiled brat.”
“If you’re in any danger of that, we’ll give you a much-needed spanking.”
No doubt that’s true.
Pax reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small, metal piece that resembles a teardrop with a base at one end.
Suddenly I realize it’s a butt plug, and I sink onto the couch.No. No, no, no.
“I don’t think we need to explain,” Link teases.
My gaze lands on a small bottle of lube. They can’t mean… “You want…?”
“We do,” Link assures me.
“The less fuss, the better.” Pax’s voice contains a hard, no-nonsense quality. “We’ll give you choices. You can bend over the back of the couch, drape yourself across Link’s knee, or get on all fours on the coffee table.”
Dressed like this? None of the above.
When I clamp my lips, Pax nods. “Over Link’s knee it is.”
Link takes a seat in an armchair.
In moments, I’m off the floor and over Link’s lap. My breath whooshes out of me, and I can’t even protest when the two of them somehow manage to lift my dress and lower my panties, dropping them to my ankles.
“You don’t want to make us late for our reservations,” Link warns.
His thighs are strong beneath me, and he clamps an arm around my waist to hold me solidly in place.
“Kicking will earn you a spanking,” Pax informs me matter-of-factly.
When I test him, he proves his point, making me yelp.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me, sweetheart.”
I’m drowning in embarrassment.
When I don’t act quickly enough, he gives me a second spank.
“Show us that tight little hole.”
Instinctively I tighten my buttocks.