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Gently, Kane caressed her hot flesh, soothing her with words. "You did beautifully, sweetheart, taking your punishment like a good girl."
Once she settled, her breaths coming evenly and slowly, Kane helped her up and onto the bench seat across from us once again, brushing the hair back from her face and kissing her brow gently. It was a mild spanking and she would quickly recover, however the hard seat and the bumpy ride would keep her mind on her transgression.
"Put yer feet up on our knees," I said.
She frowned at me in confusion, so I patted the bend in my leg where I intended. "Give me your foot." I held out my hands, palms up.
She lifted her foot and I placed it against the front of my knee. Once she saw what I expected, she placed the other one in Kane's hand and he placed it against his own knee. This position had her sitting lower on the bench so her arse was off the edge, keeping the brunt of her weight off her sore flesh.
"There. That's better, isn't it? Your arse will be sore for a little while, but sitting this way should ease your discomfort," I said, stroking my hand up and down her stocking covered calf.
It was also an unladylike position, her shoulders slumped, her legs wide, her breasts uncovered and thrust out. My smeared seed had dried upon them leaving a dappled haze on her creamy skin. Emma was most certainly a lady, but neither Kane nor I were gentleman, at least not when we were alone with her. "Pull your skirt up. Show me my cunny, or as ye say here in America, pussy."
When she didn't comply to my request, I arched my brow. Her eyes lowered and she complied, although her dislike of the action was obvious. Slowly, her fingers pulled the blue silk up higher and higher so it pooled at her waist. I moved my knee wider, which opened her legs further. We had the perfect vantage of her body.
"You are so beautiful, Emma. Every inch of you." I couldn't help but stare at her delectable cunny and the way the tops of her creamy thighs were at full advantage above the edge of her stockings.
Her cheeks heated and her hands gripped the edge of her seat, her knuckles white.
"Ye dinna ken so?" I asked.
She looked shocked by my question. "My breasts are exposed and my legs are apart and you can see...everything!"
Both of us grinned.
"Your body belongs to us and we will look at it as we wish. Your cunny is all swollen from our cocks, your lips there are open. Your arousal is obvious, lass. You doubt me, but your thighs, they're glistening with your desire. You liked the spanking."
She tried to move her legs together but I gripped her ankle, Kane the other. "I did not!" she replied, full of indignation.
"Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart," Kane said. "Your nipples are tight pink buds."
She pursed her lips, her eyes bright with anger.
"I allow ye to like it, lass," I told her, my voice soothing.
"Allow me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Aye. Ye are allowed to enjoy showing your gorgeous cunny to your men. Ye are allowed to be aroused by it, for we most certainly are. Touch yourself. Make yourself come."
"What?" she squeaked.
"Touch your cunny with your fingers until you come."
"I don't want to," she countered as she shook her head.
"Your mind dinna want to, but your body is desperate for release. As I said, I allow ye to like it. In fact, ye have nay choice. Ye will stay just like this until you come. I would assume we are close to Simms, which means the stage will stop."
"But the driver!" she cried.
We would never share the view of her delectable body with a stranger like the stage driver. Her body was precious. She was precious to us. "It's your choice. Show us how ye pleasure yourself or get another spanking beforehand."
She pulled against our hold on her ankles, but we would not release her. This was the time for her to learn to obey me. Both of us. Punishment would be plentiful because of her willful spirit, but she'd quickly learn that we always pleasured her when she was good.
"Five minutes to Simms! Five minutes," the stage driver yelled, his voice loud even over the rumbling of the wheels.
Emma gasped in surprise and her right hand flew to her cunny, her fingers rubbing over it in untried ways.
"Find your clit," Kane instructed. We wanted her to succeed. She'd earned a sweet release. We wanted to watch her as she came for it was a most beautiful sight. "Remember that place I touched you yesterday with my fingers? Yes, I can see you found it. Now, small circles. Just like that."
