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All I could do was lay in wait, with his finger in my ass.
"I didn't hear the proper response from you, baby girl." The warning was punctuated with two sharp slaps to the tender under skin at the crease where my bottom met my thighs.
"Oh! Yes, Sir," I exclaimed.
"Yes, Sir. I deserve to have my naughty bottom plugged while you spank me," he corrected.
I about died, nearly choking on the words as I forced them past my lips in a thick whisper.
"Louder." It was a pinch, instead of a slap, this time.
"Yes, Sir!" I yelled, as loud as I could manage. "I deserve to have my naughty bottom plugged while you spank me!"
It was humiliating but not unbearable. Even a little bit hot. The worst part of it all was just knowing that Slade was bearing witness to all of it.
"Open your eyes, baby girl." I did, and I found Blake in front of me, holding a small metal plug with a red jeweled base in front of me. I didn't hold back a grimace, but I didn't look away, either, as he opened a bottle of lube and generously coated the metal plug. His eyes never left mine.
"This is what happens to naughty girls who don't mind their temper."
"Yes, Sir," I whispered my response, knowing it was expected of me.
As soon as the title left my lips, he disappeared from view. The next thing I felt was the cool metal of the plug pressed against my tight hole. I whimpered and braced myself as he teased my entrance with the tip.
His body covered me as he leaned to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to insert it now, baby girl, and it's going to stay in there while I whip your cute little bottom with my leather strap. If you take your spanking like a good girl, maybe I'll take it out tonight, before we fuck you."
The logistical conundrums his statement provided left me with all sorts of unanswered questions, none of which I liked the possible answers to. But there was no time to think about that as he slowly pushed the metal plug past my barrier, wiggling it into place as it filled me.
The pain lasted for only a minute and left me with a full discomfort that was not entirely unpleasant. He tapped the base and my bottom, letting me know that it was fully in. I heaved a sigh of relief and settled against the bed.
My comfort only lasted for a minute before he stepped in front of me again, this time, with a small but scary looking black leather strap.
"Your temper at work is something you have asked for my help with, baby girl. A regular hand spanking and belting just won't do. This is the treatment you will receive from us if you lose your temper at work. Each and every time. Do you understand?"
I nodded, gaging my emotions as he disappeared behind me. I was nervous about the strap and scared of the pain I knew I would feel before the night was over. I was more than a little apprehensive about what came after the punishment portion of the evening. I knew them well enough to know that this was not all they had planned. But, most of all, I was thankful. Thankful for these two very different men and the way they took care of me, each in their own way. They gave me a fulfillment I hadn't experienced since I left the ranch the first time, and they knew me well enough to know what I needed to grow and, usually, how to give it to me. I was, even with a plug in my ass, a mouth still covered in soap film, and a throbbing ass that would get much worse before it got better, a very lucky girl.
These were the thoughts I focused on as the first lash of the strap hit my already swollen bottom. The pain exploded as the bite of the leather spread through the affected area. I forced myself to breathe through the pain and focus on the lesson Blake was trying to impart. It was a lesson I wanted to learn.
The strap fell a dozen times in quick succession before he uttered a single word. He was the type to let his actions speak for him. The weight of the strap spoke volumes, and I felt every shred of disappointment and resolve each time it fell.
But I wouldn't cry until he spoke. Not even when the leather bit into the sensitive skin of my crease and upper thigh. Not even when it felt like a thousand angry hornets attacking my most tender skin. I held steady and stoic, letting the pain wash over me. A thin sheen of sweat covered my forehead, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but not a single tear fell.
The pain was nothing compared to Blake's disappointed lecture. "Baby girl," he finally growled, as the strap stung the crease under my left cheek. "You are better than your temper. You have the potential and ability to be just what those kids need, but you constantly get in your own way. You sabotage yourself because you have no faith in yourself. You do it because you want to run away and leave people before they leave you."
The strap continued to rain its punishment across my backside, but I could no longer feel anything as I was hanging on Blake's every word.
"Listen up, baby girl, and listen good. I will not allow you to self-sabotage. If you want to push people away like that, I will push back, every single time, and leave you with a plugged bottom and an inability to sit. And I will keep doing it, until I am sure that you have gotten the message loud and clear. And not just heard it but believed it."
The tears were falling now, fast and furious, down my face and onto the bedspread below. "What message?" I squeaked.
"This one." His voice was hard, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "That the only one running and pushing is you. It's not those kids. It's not Nan, and it sure as hell isn't Slade or me. We aren't going anywhere, and we will prove it to you, time and again, if that's what it takes, but for the sake of your pretty little bottom here, it would serve you well to just hear it good, this time."
"Okay!" The agreement left me in a loud and tortured wail. Every word he had spoken had cut straight to my soul, and I knew it was the truth. Blake understood me better than anyone. My downfalls, what made me tick, and what I was afraid of. He saw me in a way that no one ever had, because he was so much like me. And he never let me get away with anything. He knew too well what the negative outcome would be. He had spent a lifetime overcoming the same hang-ups.
"Yes, Sir." The words were hard, heavy, and pain filled, and I hated that I was hurting him.
"Yes, Sir!" I screamed, collapsing against the bed.
As soon as I did, I saw the strap fall onto the bedcovers beside me.
"We love you too much." It was a tortured whisper. "We love you. Both of us. Always have, always will. We're not giving up on you, baby girl. We're going to be right here, soap and strap in hand, waiting for the day when you say you love us, too."
I wept at his desperate admission. I knew Slade loved me, and I knew that Blake loved me, too, but it meant more coming from Blake, simply because I knew how hard it was for him to say it.
I only wished I could say it back.
