“We’re going to make you cum so many times you forget how to breathe.” Micah kissed my neck and moved his lips to my earlobe. “But first, we’re going to punish you for wandering around where you don’t belong.”
Brody grabbed the front of my jeans and yanked me towards him. They were stretched tight across my ass, which received a quick slap from Micah. Brody twisted the denim in his fingers until the button popped free, and Micah shifted them down my hips. Things were happening so fast that my head was spinning. I was no longer witnessing something I shouldn’t see—I was the girl between them. It had been my fantasy for so long that it was hard to sort things out in my head. All I could do was live in the moment—my moment. Both sets of lips moved against my skin again as my jeans fell down to my knees. Micah kept squeezing my ass, occasionally delivering a firm smack on the back of my panties. Every single one of them made me wetter, and I felt desire surging through my veins.
“Your panties are so fucking wet.” Brody slid a hand between my thighs and rubbed my pussy through the fabric. “You like being punished, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I moaned and felt Micah’s hand again.
SMACK!
“I’m going to pull these panties down and give you the punishment you deserve.” Micah slid his hand into the waistband of my panties and started pushing them down my hips.
Brody moved his hand up my abdomen and started pulling off my shirt. Once it was off, he grabbed my jaw and forced it open for another kiss. His ravaging kiss made me melt into the memories while I stayed trapped in the moment I craved so bad. Micah’s hand moved up to my back and unfastened my bra before sliding back down to give me a smack in the center of my naked ass. It stung a little bit and forced me to try and gasp, but Brody held me tight against his lips. He finally broke the seal and stared into my eyes as Micah’s hand rubbed against the surface of my ass.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Ah!” I twisted on my toes and my wetness began to spread between my thighs.
“That didn’t hurt.” Micah cupped my thigh and rubbed against my wetness. “I feel how wet you are. You liked it.”
“Just surprised me.” I looked back at him and grinned.
“Nobody’s ever given you a good hard spanking?” Micah moved his hand back to my ass and squeezed it.
“No—I’m not a bad girl that gets spanked.” I bit down on my lip and grinned.
“I can personally attest to that being a lie.” Brody chuckled and put his hand under my chin. “You just never got caught.”
“Fine, maybe I did a few bad things, but nothing serious enough to warrant a spanking.” I shrugged and felt Micah’s hand pull away.
“Except spying on us.” Brody chuckled again.
SMACK! SMACK!
“You’re caught now.” Micah moved his hands up to my waist. “And you’re long overdue—about five years, right?”
“Time to show you what happens to naughty little spies.” Brody grinned and started walking towards the bedroom.
Mixing what I saw back then with the present was turning me on so much I was struggling to hold my composure. I didn’t realize how much I needed to live out that fantasy. The rest of our relationship could be figured out when the time was right, but my lust was simply too strong to think about anything but what was happening. Micah pushed me towards the bedroom and once I was inside, they finished removing my clothes. Brody sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me across his knee while Micah took a seat next to him and held my arms. Being in that position was so fucking hot. I felt vulnerable and exposed, completely at their mercy—but turned on so much my pussy burned with desire. I thought it would be Micah who spanked me, considering he was the one who started it, but the thought of getting spanked by Brody—that was almost a dream come true.
“Tell me why you’re going to get a spanking.” Brody’s fingers traced the crevice of my ass and moved between my thighs until one of them was against my pussy.
Because it turns me on more than I ever realized?
“I was a bad girl.” I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “I spied on you.”
“Show her what happens to bad girls.” Micah chuckled and squeezed down on my arms.
“Trust me, I am.” Brody lifted his hand, brought it down against my skin, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh wow!” I squirmed on his knee and my hips shifted. “You spank a lot harder than he does!”
“Do you want me to stop?” Brody pushed his hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit. “Or are you still a bad girl?”
“I’m—oh god, I’m still a bad girl.” I moaned and lifted my ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!