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Tobias
WalkingintotheHighCard with Bellamy as my wife is surreal. The club is packed, and everyone is excited to celebrate our marriage. Thanks to Zara and some of the others, they spread the word quietly, and put together an evening to celebrate the three of us.
We truly don’t know which copy of the marriage license we will deliver to the county clerk. At first, Owen insisted that I be the one to legally marry her because of our family obligations, but I didn’t want either of them to be forced into that arrangement.
We’ve debated letting Bellamy choose, but that could be an impossible choice for her. The only other idea we have right now is flipping a coin. Tonight isn’t the time to worry about that, though. It’s been a long few days, and we’ve accomplished a lot. We’ve sorted out some of the tangle of problems facing us, we confronted Phineas Draven, and we cleared my brother’s name. Now we’re going to set all of that aside and enjoy our wedding night in style.
Unsavory things like confronting Bellamy’s father about his role in all of this can wait for tomorrow.
My injury is going to keep me from playing with her the way I want, but we have plans for her just the same. Owen leads us to the Diamond room where the official wedding reception is being held. Club members can play as usual, but cake and punch and some fancy appetizers sent over by Tyson Vance are also available for people to enjoy.
Bellamy gasps when we step into the play space, and Owen and I burst into laughter.
In the center of the room, up on a stage of sorts, sits her motorcycle.
“I did say you would get it back eventually. You haven’t earned the keys yet, but we’re going to play on it,” Owen says, nudging her further into the room.
“We owe you a punishment for acting so recklessly the other day.” I reach for the zipper on her dress, and she doesn’t object when I pull it all the way down. The silky material pools at her feet, leaving her in white lingerie and heels. She steps out of the dress and lets me lead her to the side of the motorcycle.
I bend her over the seat, positioning her so we can do what we want with her, and she can hold on to the other side for extra support. Her pert behind sticks out, not at all covered by her lacy white thong, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of it. Owen steps up beside me, rolling up his sleeves after he takes his jacket off.
“Such a naughty ass just waiting for us to spank,” he murmurs, rubbing his palm over her creamy skin.
She shudders, and I hold out my right hand for Owen to roll the sleeve up, since my left arm is immobilized.
When we’re prepared, and Bellamy confirms that she’s ready, we take turns spanking her with our hands first, palms cracking down over and over on her cheeks. She gasps and whimpers at the stinging blows but doesn’t pull away. Her skin grows pink, then rosy. I caress the marks we’ve left, enjoying her moans of pained pleasure.
“Have you learned your lesson, vixen?” I ask. She nods eagerly, but Owen steps around to stand in front of her and drops to one knee so his face is closer to hers.
“Too bad we aren’t nearly done with you yet, love. Tell me why you’re being punished.”
***
Bellamy
My ass is on fire, and my brain barely registers Owen’s question. Tobias’s hand cracks down on my ass again. “Answer the question, Bellamy.”
“Because I put myself in danger,” I say, my voice shaky with unshed tears.
“Belt, cane, or paddle?” Owen asks. My eyes go wide. This is a serious spanking. Not exactly how I imagined my wedding night.
It’s a terrible choice to have to make, but I know Owen’s style, and if I don’t pick one, he’ll just use all three.
Canes leave intense marks and hurt like hell. Paddles have never been my favorite. Belts hurt, but when it’s over, it’s over. And I do have a thing for leather.
Owen tucks a hand under my chin. “Tick Tock, love.”
“Belt,” I whisper, Squeezing my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes.”
He stands and unbuckles his belt in front of me. A wicked thing to do, really.
“Can you swing a belt, Tobias?”
The whoosh of the leather flying through his belt loops sends a ridiculous pool of moisture to my pussy, and I squeeze my thighs together.
Tobias kicks my legs apart and thrusts a hand between them.
