He kissed Karl-Heinz, briefly and tenderly, on the lips. “You are an enigma,” he said.
“Well, coming from you, I suppose that’s a compliment,” said Karl-Heinz with a laugh.
He was so relaxed, thought Lydia with wonder. She had never seen him this relaxed before. She was so busy congratulating herself on her achievement that she took a few moments to notice that both of her lovers were looking at her with rather alarming expressions on their faces.
“So, what about this minx?” said Milan, reaching out and ruffling her hair. “What shall we do with her?”
Karl-Heinz sat up properly and drained the rest of his water.
“What do you think she deserves for her scheming?”
“I think it’s more your area of expertise than mine,” said Milan. “You’re
the disciplin… I can’t pronounce it. How do you say it?”
“Disciplinarian,” said Karl-Heinz with a smirk. “Yes, that’s me. What do you say, Lydia? What do you deserve?”
“A big kiss,” she said with a nervous laugh.
“Okay,” said Karl-Heinz. “Come and sit here between us—the bed is big enough for three—and we’ll see what we can do.”
Lydia climbed over Karl-Heinz and wriggled herself in between her two men, enjoying their post-coital sweatiness and heat. Milan was the first to claim her lips, putting his fingers to work on getting her fancy evening dress off her. Karl-Heinz joined in with his efforts, kissing the back of her neck and her shoulders as he fiddled with her buttons.
She wasn’t sure how they did it so quickly, but her dress was off in a trice, leaving her semi-naked, for the dress had been strapless with a boned bodice and she hadn’t been able to find a bra that looked good underneath it.
Four hands on her bare skin and breasts were better than two, she thought, vaguely, letting herself float in the deliciousness of it all. Two mouths devouring her…this hadn’t happened since…no, don’t think about poor Evgeny…this is different now…
Kissed into a stupor, she knew she would let these men do whatever they wanted to her. But she was a little bit shocked when they both withdrew at once, Karl-Heinz holding her up on her knees with his arm around her stomach.
“Well, then,” he said sternly. “I think you’ve earned a spanking, young lady.”
“Oh, I haven’t!” she exclaimed, feeling the heat of her blush as Milan gave her a saucy wink.
“You have,” said Milan. “Don’t deny it.”
“Just a little one,” she said, pouting.
“Okay, just a little one,” conceded Karl-Heinz. “But I want you to suck Milan while I’m giving it.”
“What?”
She looked wildly from one man to the other, but they presented a united front, each demanding her obedience with their set expressions.
Lydia sighed stagily, then nodded.
“All right.”
Milan knelt up, still unable to sit or lie on his back, and presented his substantial erection. Lydia bent over it and took its familiar and beloved girth into her mouth. Already it tasted salty and creamy, and she licked around it with her tongue, making a deep ‘mmm’ sound as she did so.
Milan reciprocated, putting his hand in her hair and stroking her scalp as she sucked enthusiastically.
He wouldn’t take long, she thought, reaching for his tight scrotum.
A loud smack fell on her satin knickers.
She almost leapt forward into Milan’s lap and made a garbled squeaking sound that didn’t go very far, since her mouth was full.
Oh yes. The spanking.