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“No.”
“Because I climbed the fence naked?”
Bo stopped short. “You did what?”
“I had to feed the chickens,” I reasoned.
Bo shook his head and resumed dragging me home.
“Huck said I am irresistible when I’m naked.”
“You are,” the three confirmed together.
“Then why am I naughty?”
“Because you disobeyed me again and consumed something dangerous,” Bo replied.
I snorted away his concern. “You said it’s only dangerous if you consume a lot. I only had three sips.”
“Gulps,” Garrett corrected.
“So?”
“I’m going to put you to bed so you can sleep this off,” Bo went on as we neared the cabin. “Then when you wake up, you can have a science lesson with your lunch because apparently Sloths do not consume alcohol and thus have no idea the risks of its overconsumption. And then I’m going to punish you.”
“What? Why? I’m naked, aren’t I?”
“Being irresistible doesn’t preclude you from discipline.”
“It doesn’t?” I scrunched my nose. “That sucks.”
Garrett opened the door. “Personally, being naked goes a long way with me, Cedi.”
I beamed. “Thanks! We should all have sex.”
“No,” Bo said. “You will nap. You will eat. You will be punished. That’s it.”
“Ugh,” I grumbled under my breath. “Always a fucking killjoy.”
Suddenly Bo shoved me onto the bed. I squealed in surprise as I bounced on my back. “Huck. Gar. Take her boots off.”
The “oh shit” look on both their faces alone, along with the fact that Bo was removing his belt, told me that the order of plans had been changed. I laid on my back while each brother removed the remaining boots and socks.
“Wife, if you know what is good for you, you will keep your knees bent, hands around your ankles, and legs spread no matter what.”
I was both titillated and scared and humiliated and intrigued. Strangely, my dizzy state was making this all seem much realer. What was in that brandy? It was like a magic spell.
Bo doubled his belt and brought it down on my mons and labia with a resounding smack.
Fuck me!
Shocking and painful, I could not help but cry out and accidentally let go of my ankles while instinct made me close my legs.
That was the wrong move. Bo began to furiously smack the back of my thighs with that strap of leather.
“Hands on your ankles! Now, Acedia!”
He only stopped striking me when my fingers rewrapped around the bony joint.
