Page 24 of The Brat Tamers

A growl rumbles deep inside of me. While I’m probably the most dominant out of the three of us with a tiny sadistic streak, there is something about watching Porter so worked up, so frustrated, that even he is demanding. He’s a lover compared to Case and me—the nice guy who loves snuggling and revels in aftercare.

“Is she ready?” I ask as he helps her spread her legs as wide as she can, considering she’s on her tiptoes.

He runs a finger over her lower lips and then turns to me with a smile before swirling his tongue over the glistening arousal covering his fingertip. “She’s ready.”

“Loosen her binds so she can assume the position.”

Porter stands up and does the one thing none of us has done. He threads his hands in her hair, pulls her head back and kisses her possessively, deeply, until she’s involuntarily leaning into him, begging and panting for more. “Remember on the drive here when I promised you a reward?”

She nods, licking her lips.

“You take your punishment like a good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.”

Her eyes are wide as I approach her, but then she steels her features and raises her brow. “Now what?”

I chuckle, completely turned on by her defiance, and trace her cheek with my fingers as Porter loosens her binds. Her arms sag, and she drops a couple inches until she’s flat on her feet. “Turn around.”

We don’t wait for her to do as she’s told. Case has his hands on her hips and turns her forcefully until she’s facing the banister. He pulls her roughly back so her ass is once against nestled against his cock. He hisses in her ear and bends forward, giving her no choice but to do the same. “Remember this position?”

“Wrap your fingers around the balusters, brat,” I say at the same time I lift her hands and place them where I want them. Porter instantly adjusts the Velcro and once again secures her wrists.

Case kicks her legs apart, placing his palm flat against the middle of her back. “Just like this. You will stay in this position, your legs apart, your ass in the air, until we’re finished with you. Do you understand?”

“Let’s hear it, pet,” I emphasize, giving her the lightest tap of my paddle against the plumpest part of her delectable ass.

Her body jerks, and her eyes light up as she looks over her shoulder at me. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell us you understand.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “I understand.”

“Oh—” I close my eyes and take a step back, biting my thumb to stop the slew of profanities on the tip of my tongue.

Case laughs, pulls her hair and puts his mouth at her ear. “You need to pick a safe word now before my brother tears your pretty little ass up.”

“I won’t need one.”

“Everyone needs one.”

“Fine. Cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon it is.” He presses a hard kiss on her cheek and then stands up, smacking her ass cheek hard with his open palm.

She yelps, but then turns to smile at him as if to saythanks for the tickle.

Before he can say something, which I know he is dying to do, I deliver a medium strength blow to her backside, wiping the smile right off her face. Her lips part as if to protest, but then she shakes her head and looks straight ahead where she can make eye contact with Porter, who is leaning across the stairs, his face an inch from hers through the baluster.

I place my palm over the red mark, rubbing softly and sliding my index finger lightly over her glistening pussy lips. She arches her back, as if to ask for more, which makes me smile. For a pet that hasn’t been spanked, she’s responding beautifully.

I remove my hand and Case delivers his smack on the alternate ass cheek, following up with the same care. Each time she winces, her head dropping a little more, but she doesn’t cry out, doesn’t drop to her knees, or callcinnamon. We trade off for no more than five smacks each when Porter gives a sign that says that’s enough. “Undo her restraints.”

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