I had a thing for spanking, undeniably. But telling partners I liked to be spanked usually resulted in a few little smacks during sex and nothing more. It was hard to find the words to explain that I didn’t want a swat; I wanted a fully-fledged, bent over, legs kicking, doubting-my-own-endurance spanking.

Well, congratulations Jessica Martin, you got your wish in the absolute worst way possible. This spanking wasn’t for fun, it was for punishment. They intended to make me regret what I’d done, and they had the power to do it.

Vincent rested his hands on the trunk beside me. I had Jason on my right and him on my left.

“Pull your dress up,” Vincent said. I hesitated, but he leaned down and said sweetly, “Pull it up or you’re taking off everything.”

I bit my lip, teeth digging painfully into my flesh. The pain gave me something to focus on besides embarrassment as I reached down, pulling up the hem of my dress. A blush swept over my face, hot and damning. My panties were cheeky little things with scarcely more material than a thong.

Manson and Lucas stepped closer, but it was Jason I kept my eyes on. He passed his baseball bat to Manson, who swung it idly in his hand.

“Look at that cute little ass,” Jason mused. “Bubbly. I bet it bounces when you smack it.”

I was so nervous I thought I was going to burst. The dread was going to kill me. “Just spank me already!” I blurted. “I don’t need to hear your horny monologuing. I —”

Smack!

The force of his swat shocked my pride into a red alert, and it was immediately followed by more. Every slap was sharp and biting, igniting a wildfire against my ass as he swapped between cheeks, making sure each got a stinging introduction to the palm of his hand. I clenched — teeth, fists, thighs, everything. But clenching didn’t make it any easier. Jason’s pace never faltered.

“Fuck,” I growled, bringing up my arm and curling it beneath my face so I could press my mouth against it. But Vincent got his hand beneath my chin and squeezed my face, holding my head up.

“No hiding, Jess,” he said. “You wanted consequences, well, here they are. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Fantastic.” I was huffing, holding back my whimpers through sheer force of will. My core was swiftly heating, my pussy clenching despite the pain — not just despite it, but because of it. It had been a few years, but damn, I’d forgotten how impossible it was to maintain any dignity during a spanking.

“Ow!” The yelp burst out of me, hands flying back in a foolish attempt to cover myself. Vincent caught my hands immediately. He held my wrists firmly against my lower back, leaving me without even a moment of reprieve.