Yet through it all, I can't help myself.I try to twist my head around.I want to see the patterns they'd made on my butt.
What is wrong with me?Why would I want to see the evidence of their punishment?Am I mad?
But my unhinged monologue delves into something else as my butt morphs from super-hot to eternally hot.I'm sure there are flames coming out of me.
They don't let up no matter what I say.But then again, I'm not telling them what they want to hear.That will stay with me until the day I die.
I squash my eyes together tightly, as if doing so could stop the deluge of wetness making my thighs slick as I press them together.Anything to stop the flood of lust dripping from me.
My body quakes.My nipples ache so much and they're so hot I've heated the coolness of the gleaming wood they're pinned against.
I hop from foot to foot, as if I want to pee, but I don't.I just want the wetness to stop, and the wetness will only stop when the stinging burn on my butt stops, and that will only stop if they stop lighting up my skin with the palms of their hands.
I'm stuck in this predicament, and already I feel my clit pulling taut.The bottom of my stomach tightening too.
No.No.No.
But still I try awkwardly and impossibly to turn and look behind me.
"You want to see what your ass looks like, pretty girl?How it's streaked red with our handprints," Jasper says, using his sexy voice on me.
I shake my head, but the word ‘yes’ falls from my lips.I'm so far gone, I've started a war with my mind, my body, and my words.
"Spread your legs, Alessia," Layton says.He says my name and immediately takes away the facade I want to hide under—that it's not me doing all this.
I drop my head and slowly part my legs.At this point, maybe that's all I need to do.Maybe keeping them pressed together only increased the pressure on my clit.Maybe I'll relieve the absolute manic need to come.
But then I hear the sound of a phone click.A camera.My heart drums in my chest with such pounding force I'm going to pass out before I....
Garrison comes around to face me.He slides the phone onto the table.
I gasp at the sight before me and a thrill of deviance passes over me.
What.Is.Happening.To.Me.
"Are you going to tell us what those pearls mean to you?"he asks gently.
I shake my head.I can't.I just can't.
Garrison expands the image.I see the wetness clinging to my folds.My thighs are gleaming from the abundance that had already seeped from me.
"Look how wet you are, sweetheart," he says, just as gently, and then as if Layton and Jasper know exactly where Garrison is pointing, they touch me there.
I thought I knew what it was like to go up in flames.I didn't.At their touch, I implode into myself.I'm burning up from the inside and taking down every nerve, every cell with me.
Layton and Jasper alternate between touching my clit and dipping into the shallow entrance of my pussy.
I'm so wet that I slide down on their fingers, as if I want them to fill me up.
But there's only so much I can take, and so much control I can exercise, before my body relents and decides I’m giving into the climax I've tried so viciously to withhold.
Garrison forces me to keep my eyes open on the image of me at my most immodest.His fingers glide over the screen of his phone, and it feels as if he’s touching my pussy in person as well.
“Oh god, please.Please, please, please,” I cry, my movements frenetic as I rub my pussy against Layton’s and Jasper’s hand, so desperate to come that I want to grind against them until I find what I’m chasing.
It’s the spanking.It messed with my chemical balance, particularly the one where my pride comes from.
“You want to come, pretty girl?”
