Chapter Six
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Alessia
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This can't be happeningto me.
How did a perfectly normal day turn into such a full-blown disaster of such epic proportions, I'm currently trying to bulldoze my way through Jasper's wall of muscle to get out the door.
Chuckling, he picks me up easily, tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the center of the room.
He then finds the end of the sheet and pulls so hard, yet so effortlessly, I'm forced into a spinning motion, arms flailing, thinking I'm going to fall on my face.
But when the last of the sheet gives way and I barely have time to block my breasts and private parts from their view, Garrison picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to a desk where Layton is waiting with his tie in his hand.
"Now just wait a minute.Just a small minute, please," I plead as Garrison forces me over the desk, my arms outstretched, balancing on the tips of my toes.
Layton captures my wrist in his massive hand and, using his tie, binds me to the leg of the desk, the tie just long enough.
Jasper uses his tie to bind my other wrist, leaving me with the top half of my body pressed into the cool, lacquered wood of the desk, my ass on display, my calves straining to keep my toes on the floor.
"Okay.Fine.I meant to steal the pearls.There.Now it's a real crime.You have to call the cops."
"We said we handle our business ourselves, Alessia," Layton says.
"Yes, yes, of course," I cry frantically."Sure you can handle a little unsolicited use of your bath and bed yourselves, but I admitted to a crime.It's a clear felony now.I was going to steal the priceless pearls.I need to be arrested, and the key thrown away.Forever."
Dear god.Even now, when I’m in this state my pussy is dripping with wetness.A minute longer and they'll be able to smell my arousal.I would choose jail over that anytime.
"You weren't going to steal the pearls, sweetheart," Garrison says softly."But as we said before, if you tell us why you're seemingly so obsessed with them, that will change everything."
"I need the money; I was going to sell them.I—"
The rest of whatever I was going to say is drowned out by the echo of Layton's hand on my butt.That makes it sound like he placed his palm on me then tapped a little.
No.The crazy man spanked me.Hard.So hard my lip is quivering and my skin is sizzling.
"Okay, that was uncalled for," I stammer, trying to sound outraged, but how can I when I want to wail like a banshee in despair instead.
"You, sir, are—"
Then it's Garrison.He spanks me a little below where Layton left his mark, and I experience everything firsthand all over again.
Dear god.Why does it burn so much?
I can barely catch my breath when Jasper takes a swing at me with his palm on my butt, and he, the sadist, covers a little of both Layton's and Garrison's prints.
Holy motherfucker.
Tears drip from my eyes and pool onto the table.My entire body feels the sting of their hands.
"You crazy, crazy people.I want to go to jail.Take me there right now," I growl, hiss, and wail, and do it all over again when they spank me again.
