'Lean forward and stick your butt out,' Sean ordered. 'Further! Joe, you and Amy steady her shoulders. Lou, you're on clean-up duty.'
Clean-up duty involved removing Amy's paint job with a chamois cloth soaked in oil. Lou had nice hands, really nice. Strong but slow, they kept me at a fine pitch of arousal, lingering long enough to let me know he didn't mind feeling up every bit of a woman there was.
Sean certainly had a flexible bunch of friends, up for anything. I squirmed as Lou's chamois-draped thump made a thigh-quaking journey around the inner folds of my labia.
'Sweet as honey,' he murmured for my ears only. His hip spooned mine. 'You tell me the minute Sean remove the private property sign, 'cause I sure would I like to dip my stick in that pot.'
Suiting deed to word, he sneaked one finger out from under the cloth and curled it into my dripping sheath, a quick, deep probe - in and then gone.
Sean didn't notice the pass, but Joe did. His hand tightened on my shoulder. His lips thinned. Was he jealous? Anxious? Or just hot? All three, I hoped, too aroused for scruples. Arching my back, I thrust my buttocks higher.
Joe made a sound, both pained and hungry, and Amy reached over to cup his crotch.
At once I wanted to tear her hand off at the wrist. I hated her touching him, but couldn't look away. She palmed his arch, then squeezed. Joe shifted on his haunches. His buttocks tightened, lifting him into her hand. I ground my molars together. How could he? Then his dark-amber eyes met mine. His lips moved. 'I love you, ' I thought he said. Hot confusion burst in my chest. Had he said it? Did he mean it? Did I want him to mean it?
I barely heard Sean order Amy to remove the paint that covered my nipples.
Her first touch brought my attention back, however, as I'm sure Sean wanted. I had no experience with female lovers and her performance of the intimate task unnerved me. I didn't want her touch to excite me but it did. She didn't give me a chance to hide it, either. Long after the paint was gone, she played with my nipples, pulling and twisting them. After a while I was heaving in the chains, trying to get more. She knew exactly how hard to tweak me so the pain increased the pleasure. She knew when to stop, too. Between her ministrations and Lou's, I soon verged on coming. She gasped to Sean that they'd better call a halt. My nails bit my palms, but I did not cry out.
'Right,' said Sean. 'Now, we'll warm you up properly.' As if I weren't warm enough already! The first spank came without warning, a loud smack across the meat of my right buttock.
'Ow,' I complained, in spite of myself. Joe squeezed my shoulder in commiseration, but this time he knew not to protest.
'"Ow"?' Sean repeated. 'That earns you twenty more.'
Ten came in a flurry, covering my buttocks with a delicate glow of pain. Left, right, up and down they smacked and then - whack - caught my cheeks from beneath. After that he slowed, letting me appreciate each blow individually: the initial sting, the sharp sound, the jiggle of the dildo as my flesh shook under the spanking.
I'm not sure when I began to enjoy it - maybe from the start. After the first rain of smacks, the skin from my thighs to my waist radiated heat and tingled with sensitivity. My sex felt thick, juicy, and my arousal endless. I could go on like this forever, just slowly spiral upward getting hotter and hotter until my hunger grew as sharp as coming. I know I stopped counting after ten and could have spat with annoyance when Joe gasped that I'd had enough.
'She's pink,' he panted, as though he'd been beaten, too. 'Give her a rest.'
I moaned and wriggled my bottom in the air, pleading without actually opening my mouth to say the words.
Sean knew better than to let me get away with that.
'What do you think, Katie?' He settled one hand over my burning flesh. 'Do you want me to stop?'
I whimpered, hardly believing that sound was coming from my throat.
'Do you?' he whispered.
'No,’1 whispered back.
'No!' He roared with laughter. 'Then we definitely should stop.'
If I'd been free he wouldn't have wrestled out from under me then. As it was, I yanked at my bonds, writhing in anger.
'You know the word,’ he mocked. 'Say "Uncle" and I'll let you go.'
'Damn you,' I said. 'If you think you can master me with a two-minute spanking, you're crazy.'
'Wants more, does she? Well, I'll give you more. On one condition.'
I bit my lip, not daring to ask.
'What condition?' Amy whispered, almost melting into the floor at the signs of my suffering.