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"Don't," he told her. He leaned forward and ran his finger over the cooling seed and fed it to her. "Lick." Her lips closed over his finger and she sucked it as if it were a cock. "You disobeyed, Emma."
He pushed a second finger in her mouth to join the first, sliding the digits in and out like I did my cock. Slowly, he worked the fingers further and further back until met with her instinctive reaction to choke. Pressing down on her tongue, he held his fingers in place. "You must adjust to taking a cock. All the way."
Her hands wrapped around his wrist as her eyes widened in panic. She was breathing, air going in and out quickly through her nose, but she fought him and the innate reaction for something to be so deep in her mouth.
"Shh. Settle," Kane murmured, his tone calming her. After only a few seconds, he pulled back, slipped his fingers from her mouth.
"You didn't swallow his seed, baby." He glanced down at her exposed breasts and the viscous cream spread in random pulses across her pale flesh. I liked seeing my seed mark her this way, a stain of possession.
Emma lowered her head to see for herself. "I'm sorry, Kane, Ian, but it was too much. It...it surprised me."
She was correct; my seed had been plentiful. Her lush mouth had pulled it all from me.
"It is your job to do our bidding and you did not."
Her brow furrowed. "I had no idea it would be so...copious. I now know what to expect, therefore I will do better next time."
Kane stroked her hair again and she tilted her head into the caress, clearly savoring, and even craving, the affection. "Of course you will, but you must be punished."
She sat back on her heels, a frown marring her brow. "Punished? Why?"
"Because you did not swallow Ian's seed."
"But–"
He held up his hand and she quieted. Pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit jacket, Kane wiped at her breasts, smearing away all traces of my emissions.
"Over my lap, please."
She shook her head. "Kane, no. I will be good."
"You were a very good girl, sucking his cock, but we do not take disobedience lightly. We will no longer be in a large town but on a ranch where it is wild and untamed. Following rules can save your life, therefore we must know that you will obey us in all things. It is our job to keep you safe, but your job to listen so we may do so. Now, over my knees." He deepened his voice and hardened his gaze.
She glanced at me, perhaps seeking a pardon.
"Your delay has added five additional strikes of Kane's palm," I told her. "Would ye like to delay longer and make it ten?"
She scurried to obey, realizing the consequence was growing. When she positioned herself correctly, her belly pressing into Kane's thighs, her feet just touched the floor of the stage on one side, her hair a curtain about he
r head on the other. I could see her breasts pointing downwards, the nipples tight and furled. I had to shift my legs out of the way to make room for hers. Lifting her dress, Kane tugged it up to bunch around her waist. Her legs were covered in stockings with pale blue ribbons securing them on her thighs. Her drawers, however, were a hindrance.
Using both hands, Kane ripped the delicate material exposing the pale globes of her arse. He'd strategically placed her so I could get a good glimpse. He let the torn material fall to the wooden floor below her head so she could look at them. "No more drawers, baby. Your cunny must be available to us at all times. Spread your legs, please."
She shook her head in defiance.
Kane spanked her, his palm landing in a firm strike against her left cheek.
"Kane!"
She jolted and cried out more in surprise than in pain. The strike hadn't been overly hard; it was more of a warning and introduction than true punishment.
Quickly realizing Kane was very serious, she widened her legs and I could see her cunny clearly as Kane began to spank her. Even though I'd just come, my cock hardened at the sweet sight, her lips there red and swollen from being fucked twice. "Count, please."
Each strike landed someplace new on her untried bottom, the skin turning a light pink, yet quickly turning darker as she counted. It was the most arousing of sights. When she called out the tenth strike, she was crying, yet the fight had left her. Instead of kicking out and wiggling her hips, she'd given up and took her punishment, her body lax. Kane's strikes weren't overly hard, but solely for her to learn the consequences of her actions. She would be turned over a knee as needed, especially if she did something that would put her safety in jeopardy.
Seeing her accept the error of her ways was a sweet sight. Her submission was beautiful and I was very pleased. Kane, no doubt, was as well.
"Fifteen," she sobbed.
