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She exhaled noisily, her shoulders drooping with her. It was game over for her. For Bloomings Tide: She carried the Chapman curse, and the TITS award was never going to be theirs.
“Well, it started off with me,” she exhaled again. “Getting the dates wrong. I thought it said eighteen, but it was fifteen. I thought if it were the eighteenth, we would have had three days to put everything together, but it turned out we hadnodays to put anything together when you arrived.
“But I was so certain I could pull this off. I was so certain we had what it took to win. We have Celeste. You met her. We just needed a stage and maybe half a day to build it, but I walked into your trap because you knew I wasn’t prepared, but I guess you wanted to see how far the crazy lady with the pufferfish face was willing to go. And well, my plan was perfect.
“It was a little of Thelma’s tea. It puts you to sleep for six hours, eight tops. In that time, we could have had everything done. And now nothing is done, and you know I tried to drug you, and I’m sure that’s a felony somewhere.”
She stopped talking. Tears started to pool in her eyes. But then her fighting spirit returned.
“I did what I did because I’m determined to win this award. Is there a way I can redeem myself?”
“Perhaps,” Chance said. “You need a spanking for all that, Small Town.”
Her mouth dried. Her nipples bloomed. And yet again, her thighs became wet with the sudden deluge of arousal seeping from her folds.
“Fine. If you spank me, can we wipe the slate clean, and can I be given another chance to win this award?”
“Fuck,” Isaac said under his breath.
“I don’t think you know what kind of spanking we’re talking about, Kalista,” Trey warned darkly.
She swallowed. Why were they making her feel this way? She had never been more wet in all her adult life. No man had ever made her feel so restless, hot, and bothered, and now there were three of them who had the same incredibly salacious effect on her.
“I do know. You’ll just spank me because—”
“We won’t just spank you, Kalista,” Chance growled softly at her. “We’ll tie you to a chair with your knees spread apart so we can see your pretty pussy get wetter with every lashing that Trey gives you.”
“And when your ass is streaked red, and we can catch your honey dripping from your lovely little cunt we’re going to taste you from the palms of our hands.”
Her mind spun out of control. She couldn’t even imagine the things they were saying to her, only that their words made her hotter than the sun.
“How … how many strikes will you give me?” She whispered, her voice strained and husky.
Trey closed the distance between them with one lightning move. She stopped breathing as he cupped her face and whispered in her ear, but loud enough that both Isaac and Chance could hear. Should it have bothered her that she felt the same way about all three of them? She couldn’t pick just one of them. They had to be three, as they were now. What on earth was happening to her?
“As many as it takes for you to beg us to make you come.” Trey’s words echoed in her head as he bent and scooped her up. He carried her to the lounge and placed her on the chaise.
Pockets of fire burst from her skin. Her mind melted. Her body became a languid weight as they tied her to the legs of the chair with the tiebacks from her curtains, off all things.
They restrained her exactly the way they said they would. Her ankles were spread apart, and her dress barely covered her backside now.
She held her breath as Isaac bunched the fabric in his hand and exposed her naked backside. She still wasn’t wearing underwear because she didn’t have any, and she probably would not be getting around to a store to buy new ones any time soon, either.
Silly goat.
A cool breeze drifted over her exposed flesh. She shuddered as their fingers stroked the skin on her backside.
Dear god. She was leaking. Embarrassment exploded in her cheeks.
And then the first strike landed, taking her by complete and utter shock. The large expanse of Trey’s hands covered her whole butt cheek, and the force of his strike unearthed every dormant part of her.
A second strike, harder than the first, rocked her universe, and she started to see stars.
A third, and she was flourishing under the heat of his palm. The stinging sensation bit so deep into her flesh that it echoed throughout her entire body like one long, unending vibration.
Her quivers turned to full-on trembling as Trey continued to layer his palm into her flesh, and every time he spanked her, her body rose to answer him with a blistering roar. Her reaction made them grunt all around her, and that was the sound she looked for most.
She could smell herself. Her arousal climbed up a ladder that grew steeper and steeper, taking her out of herself and placing her at their feet.
