Page 74 of Runaway Hucow

“I do not agree with my brothers,” he said.

“You don’t?” Tess gasped.

“No, I don’t. My brothers said you are allowed to stay in this valley for as long as you want, but I say you have no choice in the matter. A few days ago, I told you I would never let you leave, and I still stand by that statement. If you ever try to run away again, I’ll track you down and drag you back here kicking and screaming if I have to. Then I’ll tan your pretty little hide until you learn your place.”

He stepped closer, and his eyes seemed to burn with that same dark fire Tess had seen yesterday behind the barn.

“And speaking of tanning your hide, I think my two younger brothers are being too lenient with you. You’ve been a bad hucow, Tess. A very bad little hucow indeed. Your actions have put the whole valley at risk, and for that you must pay. You need to be disciplined, physically and thoroughly. You need to be spanked, long and hard.”

Tess’s blood raced at those words. She began to tremble. Warmth throbbed between her legs.

Beside her, Spike growled protectively.

“No,” he said. “I won’t let you do that, Roscoe. I won’t let you spank Tess again.”

The younger bisonman squared up with his older brother as if he wanted to fight him, and Peyton followed suit, indicating that he was taking Spike’s side in the matter. Before they had a chance to come to blows, Tess leapt forward, inserting her body between theirs. She pressed her hands against Spike’s and Peyton’s chests in an effort to calm them.

“Roscoe’s right,” she said. “I have been a very bad hucow, and I deserve to get spanked, long and hard, just like he said.” When the two bisonmen gave her a confused look, she slid her hand down to the fronts of their britches and mouthed the word, “Please.”

She could feel both of them becoming hard. The two brothers looked at each other for a moment, then back to Tess, and finally they looked at their older brother, Roscoe.

“Maybe you’re right,” Spike said at last. “Maybe a good hard spanking is exactly what this little hucow needs.”

“Do you want us to lend a hand?” Peyton asked.

“Definitely,” said Roscoe. “This little hucow is a glutton for punishment, and it’s going to take all three of us to put her in her place. Follow me…”

The alpha turned and began marching briskly toward the barn. Tess followed after him, flanked by the other two bisonmen. She almost had to jog to keep up with the big males’ much longer strides. Her heart was racing with nervous anticipation, not just for the rough punishment she knew was coming, but for the sharing she knew would follow. Tess was not a virgin anymore, but she felt like one today. For the first time, the brothers were going to mate with her all at once. She was going to experience all three of them inside her at the same time.

She was finally going to be shared by the minotaurs.

As soon as they entered the barn, Peyton broke away from the group and climbed the stairs to the upper level. Tess gave him an inquiring look, but he just smirked and motioned for her to go with the others, so she did.

Roscoe’s ax was hanging on the wall by the end of the barn. The alpha took it down, then he marched out the back door, beckoning Tess and Spike to follow.

What was the ax for, Tess wondered. Was he planning to spank her with it? She hoped not. Even if he used the flat part of the blade, the weight of the enormous tool would be like a sledgehammer pounding into her.

But Tess trusted Roscoe not to hurt her that badly. She followed him as he continued onward to the dense woods that grew on the hills surrounding the valley. When they reached the fringe of the forest, the alpha came to a halt and turned to look at her.

“Do you have any idea why I’ve brought you to the woods for your spanking?”

Tess shook her head.

“I’ll tell you why,” the alpha said. “I’ve tried using my hand to spank you, and I’ve tried using my belt, but neither method has proven effective at reining in your defiance. So today, we’re going to try something different. Today, we’re going to use a switch.”

CHAPTER 38

“Do you know what a switch is?” Roscoe asked.

Tess nodded. She’d never actually been switched before—her father, Jeremiah, had never been much of a disciplinarian—but she had read about switching in books, so she was familiar with the basic concept. The mere thought of it made her backside tingle in fearful anticipation.

“Can’t you spank me with your belt again?” she asked.

Roscoe shook his head.

“Please?” Tess begged.

The alpha remained obstinate. “You’ve been a bad little hucow, Tess, and bad hucows do not get to choose the method of their punishment. But I will let you make a different choice. You’re going to pick out the switch that I will use to spank you.”