Page 23 of Bound By Mistake
I’m not sure I know where to start. There are so many things I want to do to this girl.
Our little Bunny.
There’s just not enough time for it all, so now we have to priorities.
It might be easier if it were just me, but I have to consider what Cain and Gray want… and Bunny as well.
This is her fantasy too, after all.
The truth is, despite the significant amount we paid to be paired with our perfect fantasy woman, and all the forms and questionnaires we each filled out documenting different elements of our individual fantasies, along with our limits and safety protocols, the one thing we never really discussed in any depth was what specific scenes we’d carry out.
Some of that was the desire to let things play out organically, rather than becoming too scripted. But I also think a lot of it was because our expectations weren’t all that high.
Now I’m kicking myself, because we should at least have made a broad plan, one which would work for everyone instead of wasting time thinking about it, then doing things off the cuff.
Although we all want broadly the same things, there are different elements important to each of us, and we owe it to each other, and Bunny, to make those work in tandem.
Luckily, Cain, Gray and I know not only know each other well, having met as kids in boarding school, then deciding to gointo business together. We’re also good at reading each other. That’s the saving grace here.
I glance over at Bunny. God, she looks pretty in our ropes.
Her wide eyes dart around the room, taking in the array of implements with a mixture of what I believe is excitement… and fear? It's hard to tell in the dim light, but I know by now how good her acting skills are.
"What do you think, sweetheart?" I ask, keeping my voice low and smooth. "See anything that catches your eye?"
She whimpers softly, shaking her head. But I notice her gaze lingering on the stocks. Interesting.
I catch Cain's eye and give a subtle nod towards the mediaeval punishment device. He picks up on my hint immediately, moving to stand beside it.
"I think our little Bunny needs to get more acquainted with her new playground," he says, running his hand along the aged wooden surface. "What do you say we help her explore?"
Gray chuckles darkly. "I say that's an excellent idea."
As one, we move her towards the device. Bunny struggles weakly against her bonds, but there's no real force behind it. She knows she's at our mercy - exactly where she wants to be, if her fantasy profile is to be believed.
She attempts to resist as we remove the ropes securing her, then strip off what little clothing she has covering her. Within moments her neck and hands are clamped between the boards of the stocks. For good measure, and to add to the scene, Gray straps a spreader bar between her ankles, so she can’t close her legs.
She’s completely on display for us like this, her heavy breasts and pretty pink pussy ready for us to play with.
But I want so much more than that.
I run my hand along Bunny's exposed back, feeling her shiver under my touch. Her skin is so soft, so inviting. I can't wait to mark it.
"Now, my sweet little Bunny," I purr, leaning in close to her ear. "You're going to learn what happens to naughty girls who try to run away."
I select a particularly lethal thin and flexible cane from the wall, testing it with a few practice swishes through the air. Bunny’s been pushing for a harsh punishment with that little escape attempt and her refusal to eat, so I’m determined to give it to her. The sound makes her flinch, and all three of us smile at the reaction.
Damn, she’s a dream.
"Count them," I instruct. "And thank us after each one."
Without warning, I bring the cane down across her already red, upturned ass. The crack echoes through the room, followed by Bunny's sharp gasp. She’s slow to comply though so I up the ante.
“Let’s start again, shall we,” I say with deceptive softness before I bring the cane down hard, leaving a harsh pink welt across the back of her thighs.
Bunny howls, throwing her head back and thumping it against the panel that holds her in place.
She’s quicker this time. "O-one," she shrieks. "Th-thank you." The tears evident in her voice make me hard.
