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“There, she’s a red as a cherry,” he remarked. “A ripe cherry.”
Felix leaned over her and held apart her arse cheeks. Bethan cringed with humiliation when he ran his fingers down and into her slit, opening her folds to inspect her pussy hole. He poked his fingers inside her.
“Wet as morning dew,” he remarked. “Fetch the rope. It’s time to bind her.”
She whimpered, unnecessarily loud. They would know she was nervous. While Felix bound her wrists and ankles to the posts, Rufus combed her hair with his long fingers; a strangely comforting gesture. Felix checked her bindings weren’t too tight by running his finger underneath them.
Before they touched her again, they lit torches and positioned them around the walls. Now she was surrounded by a ring of lights and she was once again feeling like a sacrificial offering, which was probably Felix’s intention. He even muttered a few words of some Latin prayer.
She lifted her head and stared at the torch jammed between the stones of the wall. How had it come to this? Two gladiators punishing her bottom in the middle of a remote meadow? Had she actually displeased the gods to warrant this secret location or was she so special only they should see her submit to this? Her lovers had promised to fuck her and she clung to that in the hope she might bear her spanking with fortitude.
“Now, for the Rudius,” declared Felix. “Six hard smacks.”
The wooden sword cracked against her bottom and she screamed with surprise more than pain. It seemed so loud when the only other sounds were crickets and the night birds chirping. Another wallop crossed both of her lobes and left a hot line in its wake.
“You will never, ever flee my protection again. Obey. Me.” Felix punctuated his words with two more sweeping strikes.
“Yes, yes,” she panted as tears welled into the corners of her eyes. “Please, Masters.”
She wasn’t sure what she was begging for—to stop or spank her more? Fuck her or untie her? She was awash with conflicting emotions. Her nipples stiffened against the sheepskin as if they were envious. She couldn’t help the way her pussy clenched, or how it leaked, but she feared the embarrassment of them seeing and feeling her wetness. Her need for both of their punishing cocks was rapidly becoming overwhelming. Was it wrong to lust for these men when she should be suffering at their hands? Then it dawned on her, she wanted this humiliating punishment so much she was willing to push herself to the limits of her endurance. Let them discipline her; it would bring her release from worrying about Ceadda for one night. She had to acknowledge she blamed herself for letting go of his hand. But, dare she goad Felix and Rufus into taking her harder than ever before?
“Please what?” Felix asked.
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t want your mercy. Do what you want. I do not regret what I did.” There, she’d said it and risked angering him.
“There is no mercy for slaves who disobey and none for those who taunt their master. The law states I may do as I please with you,” he said calmly and with such a stern inclination to his voice, she quivered with unfathomable excitement. “So, I shall.”
The sixth blow seared an imprint of the flattened blade into her poor bottom. She released a sob and braced herself for Rufus and the leather belt.
Before he started, Rufus skated his hand over her arse, checking each welt. “These marks will have her hopping on and off her bottom for a few days,” he remarked. “Do you want a rest before I continue, Bethan?”
Did she? A small break, but to what purpose? Did she want to languish in her discomfort or hasten to the reward of their cocks?
“Spank me,” she implored, perhaps too keenly.
“So be it,” he growled.
She thought her lover was not capable of punishing her like Felix. However, he’d developed a new boldness. Without holding back, he added to Felix’s six with a set of his own to merit her screeches. The only difference was that between each swish of the belt, he touched the folds of her sex with the tips of his fingers, as if to judge her readiness.
The contrast of wood to leather was marked. While the Rudius was a heavy implement that arrived with a thud, the horrible belt whipped her cheeks and instantly stung. She couldn’t decide which of them was the more evil, since neither of them brought anything but pain.
Rufus circled her bottom with his palm, spreading the discomfort, along with the heat. His soothing hand caused her to moan. In the middle of her punishment, she discovered a moment of pleasure.
“Good girl,” whispered Rufus in her ear. “You will have a well punished bottom by the end of this night. See,” he said loudly to Felix. “She is enamoured of our discipline.”
“I know,” Felix replied quietly. “So much so, I think she is gifted to find pleasure in it.”
Gifted was not a word she would choose in any language. She accepted her suffering because she wanted both men, more than ever. It was no easy thing to realise, but if it was how she might serve them best, then she would take their punishment and use it to all of their advantages.
A pair of rough hands prised apart her scorched cheeks. Felix was keen to explore.
“There,” Felix declared. “Look at that little bottom hole. So tempting.” Felix lowered his lips and kissed the back of her neck, and as he did, she felt his erection rest against her bottom. His cock was super hard and tenting his pants. “See what you’ve done to me, naughty girl?”
“I… I…” She slumped down and lay still. There was no point writhing and wriggling anymore.
“Now,” Felix said with his hands on her waist, “let us see how wet this cunny has got.”
He slammed inside her molten channel with one swing of his hips. The leather straps of his battle skirt smacked against her sore bo
