manipulating him into
paddling her…well, she wanted the stones in the floor to give way and swallow her up.
The lines around Gavin’s eyes crinkled, but the smile didn’t reach his lips. “If you like
being spanked, sweetling, you should have told me. Why manipulate me to get a spanking
though, and not Trent?”
She sighed. They sure weren’t making this easy on her. “Trent is much stricter than you.”
Heat rose to her cheeks. “I don’t have to try to misbehave around him. It just happens. To be
honest, I think he looks for reasons to spank me,” she said with a nervous laugh.
The conversation continued, much to Amelia’s dismay, with Trent asking for examples
and Gavin taking a few pointers from his brother on how to better discipline her. Guilt occupied
her heart, and she gave them both a genuine apology, even though Gavin was determined to see
the rest of her punishment through.
He reached for her trembling hand and led her to the bed. He sat down and forced her to
stand between his legs while cupping her scorched cheeks.
“Do you understand why you’re getting this spanking, sweetling?” His voice, forever
deep and captivating, rumbled through her and filled her with his authority. He might be the most
lenient of her mates, but he still oozed dominance, and he still spanked hard.
“Yes, Gavin,” she whispered.
“Good.” He patted his leg. “Over my lap. You’re about to get a thrashing you won’t soon
forget.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine and a gush of warmth straight to her pussy. Being
spoken to harshly before a spanking never ceased to thrill her, and apparently it didn’t make a
difference if her bottom was already well-roasted or not.
She crawled over his thighs and whimpered when his fingers traced her slit, discovering
her moisture. “Do you see this, Trent?” he asked. “Our girl is drenched.”
“Tsk tsk.”
Gavin shifted and covered her legs with one of his. Not a good sign. He rarely held her
legs down. This was going to be bad. Very bad.
His hand came down, catching the lower curve of her bottom, the place she swore was
the most sensitive area of her body. He spanked her methodically, landing two sharp smacks in
the same spot before moving on to the next spot. It was agony, and fresh tears spilled from her
eyes and onto the covers.
She’d done a naughty thing. Shutting her eyes, she hoped Gavin forgave her many
transgressions against him. Well, she knew he’d forgive her. He was normally quick to forgive.
Until she heard him say the words and gather her close though, her heart would waver in limbo.
Fire spread across her upper thighs, and she howled at the unbearable sting he delivered
with just the palm of his hand. He paused and parted her legs. She expected him to delve his
fingers into her wet folds, but he smacked the inside of her thighs. The pain was blinding.
She vowed to never curse again. She vowed to be a good girl and not manipulate Gavin
or Trent into giving her a light punishment. And she vowed to do her best to honor them as her
mates. She loved them. Oh, how she loved them. She’d been fighting and pushing the emotion
away for far too long, but she couldn’t lie to herself about it anymore.
Gavin stopped spanking, and she remained draped over his lap, crying and hiccupping.
She felt like a wreck, a complete mess of tears, sore flesh, and an aching heart that was,
strangely, overflowing with love at the same time.
She felt her ass cheeks being parted and chanced a look over her shoulder. Her pulse
increased. Gavin was holding her open for the anal punishment. Trent stood at her side, taking
the top off a container of the liquid he kept to ease his fingers inside her. Unable to watch, she
hid her face in the bed, knowing she’d soon feel the cool lubrication trickling down her crevice.
Trent didn’t make her wait long. A moan left her as the liquid caressed her hole, and she
tensed as his finger
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