Page 95 of Surviving in Everton

I know he wouldn’t. Not that any of them would, but Declan wouldn’t allow it. He’s so good to me… they all are. Deciding I’ve waited long enough to have them all, the way I want, I cross my arms in front of me, grabbing the hem of my shirt and whipping it over my head, throwing it in Ayden’s face. He manages to catch it even as his wide eyes never leave my chest. I caught everyone off guard with that. Glimpsing everyone’s hungry stares, I shimmy out of my shorts and panties. Standing back up with a teasing smirk as I bask in the lust coming from the five of them in waves.

Turning, I strut to the bed, swaying my ass. Stopping in front of it, I look over my shoulder at Nate. “Coming?” I arch a brow as I bite my bottom lip.

He’s on the bed in a flash, laying me over his lap faster than should be possible, but I’m too turned on to think twice about it, let alone ask questions.

“Now, as part of your punishment, you’re going to count each smack out loud.”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond breathily, eliciting a symphony of groans around me.

Nate runs his hand up the back of my thigh, caressing my ass before suddenly pulling his hand away and smacking it so hard the sound reverberates around the room. I’m too stunned to remember to count, but he doesn’t stop. When he finally pauses in his blows, I’m able to mumble my count.

“One…two…three…four…five…” I gasp out each number.

As a reward for remembering to voice each number, he praises me as he rubs the sting in. “Good, Kitten.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK!

“T-ten!”

“Oooh, she didn’t count them all,” Ayden stage whispers and I could kill him.

“It’s okay, Kitten. You’re doing good. Keep it up, baby.” Nate massages my burning ass.

SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh, god! Fifteen!” I whimper as I attempt to wiggle on his lap to get some kind of friction to my pussy. I liked it last time he spanked me, but he didn’t do it as long as he is now, and it’s completely different. Like it took the first ten or so smacks for me to get into it, but now I wantmore. More spankings and more… oh god, I don’t know. I just need someone totouchme!

SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Tw-twenty,” I moan as I buck my hips. Partly chasing his hand with my ass and partly seeking some relief for my throbbing pussy.

I expect Nate to rub my ass again, but he surprises me by sliding his hand down and smoothly sliding two fingers into my dripping entrance.

“Oh, god! Uuuuh,” I moan as he twists his fingers.

“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you, Kitten? You’re so fucking wet right now,” he groans. “Fuck! She’s got five more spankings, but I can’t make myself remove my fingers from her cunt. One of you has to come over and spank her while she clutches my fingers.”

I don’t see who steps up to finish my spanking, since I’ve closed my eyes as I thrash around on Nate’s lap as he fingers me. I’m surprised by the first slap, it’s not hard, I just wasn’t expecting it. Whoever it is seems to be doing so hesitantly, but he picks up the pace, spanking me twice more in rapid succession, drawing his own moan from my lips. Nate curls his fingers and hits me in just the right spot as my mystery spanker gives me my last two whacks, and I fall apart, coming all over Nate’s hand.

“That’s a good girl,” Nate praises as he gently removes his fingers.

As I slump over his legs, someone rolls me over and picks me up, carrying me to the bed, where he lays me down. Opening my eyes, I see Hudson’s twisted face. As I sink into the soft sheets, I focus on the external emotions I can feel, seeking his. I search his tortured eyes and gasp as I feel the depths of his emotions.

“Oh, Hudson!” I jump up on my knees and grab his face. “What’s the matter? Why do you feel like that?” I cry.

He doesn’t answer me, just looks to the side with his eyes, and I feel a wave of embarrassment come from him.

“I’ve made it all worse haven’t I? I’m sorry.” I fall back down to the bed, scooting away from him.

“Rowe, stop. It’s not you.” He pulls his hair and groans before climbing on the bed to sit next to me, pulling me into his side. “I just… I’ve never done that before. I have mixed feelings about it, okay?”

“Never done… oooh. It wasyou?” I gasp. I never in a million years would have suspected Hudson was the one spanking me to orgasm!

“Yes.” He looks away from me, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

Sitting up, I cup his cheek and gently turn his head to look into his shame filled eyes. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Hud. I liked it. Did you?”

“I’m not like Nate and Declan, Rowen,” he confides in a hushed whisper. “I don’t… I’ve never eventhoughtabout doing that.’

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