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He shook his head, his face serious. "No. No dresses. I will be back shortly."
Panic started to rise. I glanced between the men. He was leaving me? Here? Naked? "No! You can't leave me like this!" I ran my hand down my body. "You can’t leave me with these men."
Mr. Bridger crinkled his brow. "Why not? They've seen everything you have to offer."
"No. I can't," I begged. "Not alone."
"You can and you will. I won't be long."
I backed away, shaking my head. What had I gotten myself into? My heart pounded against my chest.
Mr. Bridger pulled out one of the chairs and turned it around so the back faced me. "Bend over the chair, Devney."
I held up my hands. "You're not going to beat me! Please don't beat me," I pleaded, panicked that he was like my father and would hurt me.
"Stop," Mr. Bridger said, his voice loud and authoritative. "Who did that to you?"
"My...my father."
A tick pulsed at his temple.
"Jenkins?"
"No. He never touched me."
He relaxed imperceptibly. "Let's be very clear about this, Devney. I will not beat you. No one is going to hurt you. Ever."
"But you spanked me!" I yelled.
Mr. Bridger folded his arms over his broad chest, calm and collected. "Yes, and did it hurt?"
His question gave me pause. "Not...not really."
"Exactly." He nodded. "You will be spanked, of that I have no doubt, but it is nothing...nothing... like what I can imagine your father did to you. Now take a deep breath. Good. Another. Good girl. Now lean over the chair. Obey."
I looked at him, uncertain, but a little calmer. His vehemence led me to consider him truthful. Leaning forward, I bent my body over the chair, placing my hands on the hard seat.
"Doc, the ties, please."
"What?" I gasped, pushing off to stand back up. Ties?
Mr. Bridger's hand went up and down my back in a soothing gesture, lowering me once again. "Baby, no one's going to hurt you." He repeated. "I promise. Now, Doc is going to tie your wrists to the chair so you stay still. I'm going to go to the mercantile and get you your clothes."
Doc knelt down in front of me and carefully tied my wrists to the legs of the chair.
"Why? Why do I have to be like this?"
"Because you were panicking and you have to learn to submit. You will be alone with Doc and McKenzie. Yes, they will see your pussy and ass," Mr. Bridger continued. "They will see the plug peeking out. They will see my seed on your thighs. They will see your breasts hanging down. They will see everything because I allow it. Know that even though I'm not in the room, I possess your body. You are mine. I can display you for others any way I wish and you have no choice. So give in, Devney. Accept it. Feel pride that I want to show how beautiful my wife is. Feel pride in the way others are enjoying what you are offering."
"Mr. Bridger--"
He cut off any of my arguments as he continued to run his big hand up and down my back, softly, reverently. "You've been such a good girl, Devney, so I think you deserve a reward. Doc, I need a dildo to put in her pussy."
So much was happening so fast. I couldn't keep pace with my husband. I was bent over a wooden chair, my hands tied so I couldn't move. The restraints were snug, but not tight. My ass was thrust high in the air so that I was on complete display. My feet were on the floor so I wasn't uncomfortable, just remarkably awkward. There was no way I could hide. There was nothing I could do. I could only give in and accept what Mr. Bridger wanted.
"Here," Doctor Graham said, just before I felt something cool and hard sliding into my pussy. It was wide and--
"Oh!" I cried out. It was so big, like Mr. Bridger's cock. I was so full, the plug in my ass made the space tight. I squirmed my hips, but couldn't move. "Oh my," I gasped, my inner muscles clenching down on the object filling me. Arousal coursed through me, the pleasure building each time I squeezed the dildo.
