Page 21 of His Naughty Girl

“It’s time to start learning more about your duties, Andrea, honey,” Devin murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I blinked, trying to focus on his words through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss. Duties? I tried to tell myself I had no idea what he could possibly mean. My heart rate, which had just begun to slow, picked up again as a fresh wave of anxiety washed over me,as I remembered the table talk about what would happen after my punishment.

From the corner of my eye, I saw movement. Bill and Hank had gotten to their feet, their erect cocks jutting proudly from their open flies. Lila and Lydia remained on their knees, looking up at their suitors with a mixture of adoration and anticipation in their eyes. The sight made my breath catch in my throat even as I tried to tell myself that I had misinterpreted, that I wouldn’t be in that position… or not soon, not tonight.

Hank cleared his throat, drawing my attention. His face was serious though his eyes seemed bright with arousal as he addressed Devin.

“That was quite a spanking, Devin,” he said, his voice appreciative and slightly amused. “You really know how to handle a willful girl.”

Devin chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body where I still lay draped across his lap. “Years of practice, Hank. You’ll get there.”

Hank nodded, then seemed to steel himself. He stood up straighter, his expression becoming more serious. “Speaking of which, Devin, I have a formal request to make.”

The room fell silent, a palpable tension filling the air. Even Lila and Lydia, still on their knees, seemed to hold their breath in anticipation.

“I’d like to become Lydia’s accepted suitor,” Hank continued, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. “And, if you’ll allow it, I’d like to take her remaining virginities tonight.”

My eyes widened at his bold request. I glanced at Lydia, expecting to see shock or fear on her face. Instead, I saw a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes shining with what looked like excitement and longing.

Devin’s hand stilled on my bottom as he considered Hank’s words. The silence stretched on, broken only by the sound of my own rapid breathing and the quiet hum of the air conditioning.

“That’s a big step, Hank,” Devin said at last, his tone measured. “Are you sure you’re ready for that level of responsibility? Being an accepted suitor means more than just enjoying Lydia’s body. It means guiding her, disciplining her properly and thoroughly.”

Hank nodded solemnly, his eyes meeting Devin’s with unwavering determination. “I’m sure, Devin,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “I’ve been courting Lydia for months now, and I believe we’re both ready for this next step.”

He paused, glancing down at Lydia with a mixture of affection and possessiveness that made my breath catch. “I’ve paid close attention to the principles of discipline that you and Greta have taught. I’ve seen how you follow the instincts nature put in you, and I’m certain I can do the same when Lydia steps out of line, to help her return to obedience.”

Hank’s hand moved to rest on Lydia’s head, his fingers tangling gently in her auburn hair. “More important, I understand that true discipline comes from a place of love and guidance. It’s not just about punishment, but about molding Lydia into the best submissive wife she can be.”

As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the way Lydia leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in contentment. There was an intimacy between them that went beyond the physical, aconnection that seemed to transcend what until this morning I would have called the unusual circumstances of their relationship.

Devin nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You’ve certainly shown great promise, Hank. Your dedication to learning the rules of my household has been admirable.” He paused, his hand resuming its gentle circles on my still-tender bottom. “And I must admit, Lydia has flourished under your guidance these past few months.”

My mind reeled at the implication for my own life. Months under a suitor’s command, learning to please him? The thought should have horrified me, but instead, I felt a strange mélange of fear and fascination.

“Very well,” Devin said at last, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “Hank, you’ve proven yourself a trustworthy associate. You have my permission to become Lydia’s accepted suitor.”

A visible shiver ran through Lydia’s body at these words. Her eyes flew open, meeting Hank’s with a look of pure adoration.

“Furthermore,” Devin continued, “you may take Lydia up to her room now and fuck her as you please. Her remaining virginities are yours to claim.”

I couldn’t suppress a little whimpering gasp at the sudden frankness, the brutal coarseness, with which Devin had granted Lydia’s body to Hank’s dominant will.

“Easy there, honey,” Devin said, his hand squeezing my bottom firmly, as if as a reminder that I, too, belonged to him from today.

I watched Hank’s grip tightened in Lydia’s hair, causing her to whimper softly. “Thank you, Devin,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I promise to take good care of her.”

As Hank helped Lydia to her feet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. The way Lydia moved, graceful and eager despite her obvious nervousness, stirred something deep within me. I imagined what awaited her upstairs—Hank’s hands on her body, his quiet but firm commands to strip, to bend, to spread herself for him. His manhood thrusting hard and Lydia’s lip between her teeth as she had her first fucking. My face burned at the images as if I had stuck it into a blazing fire, but I couldn’t stop seeing them.

As Hank led Lydia toward the stairs, Bill cleared his throat. His eyes locked onto Lila, who was still kneeling at his feet. “Well,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “I think I’ll take Lila upstairs too.”

Lila’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation flickering across her face. Bill’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “I’m going to use that pretty little mouth of yours properly,” he murmured. “And then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

A visible shudder ran through Lila’s body at his words. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly. “Yes, please,” she whispered, her voice breathy with need.

Bill’s grip tightened on Lila’s hair as he pulled her to her feet. His other hand slid down to cup her bottom, squeezing firmly. “Such an eager little slut,” he growled approvingly. “Let’s go show Hank and Lydia how it’s done, shall we?”

As Bill guided Lila toward the stairs, following Hank and Lydia, I felt a tangle of emotions churning inside me. Part of me was horrified by the casual way these men spoke about using the women, about fucking them. But another part, the part this strange day had made very clear existed within me, too, felt a potent thrill of need bloom between my thighs.

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