My eyes widened. “What— the one you just gave me? Why? What are you going to do with it?”

  I saw him look at the ceiling and send a prayer into the universe for patience. “What do you think I’m going to do with it, Acedia?”

  Ever hopeful, considering he also had a belt in his hand, I tried to manifest the best scenario by speaking life into it. “You want to brush my hair?”

  “Go get your brush!”

  “But—”

  “Would you like me to add a freshly cut and stripped hickory switch to the lineup?”

  I rushed over to a small table beside the cot to pick up my lovely new brush. Running a hand over the intricate carving, I prayed he wouldn’t damage its beauty. With a forlorn sigh, I warily approached and held the brush out to him. He snatched it out of my hand and placed it on the table next to his belt.

  He pulled a wooden chair away from the table and sat down. “Over my knee,” Bo pointed to his splayed legs.

  Though I knew what he wanted, I attempted to play dumb and sit on his lap instead, dragging my breasts down his face as I straddled his thighs.

  “Not like that,” he growled, though his body betrayed his interest. “Lay across my legs, face down.”

  Garrett took pity and came over to help me get in position.

  Bo launched into his lecture. “First, you went outside without an escort. Second, instead of running toward us for help, you ran away from us—”

  “I was being chased by a raccoon!” I complained from below.

  “Third,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken, “you pretended to be asleep, which is just another variation of lying, and you know I won’t tolerate lying. Fourth, you didn’t obey when I gave you directions. Fifth, you refused to honor your promise and take your punishment like a good girl.”

  He ran his hands up and down my naked bottom and thighs. It felt good, so I sighed and relaxed into him.

  “Is there anything you’d like to add, Acedia? Now is your time to confess. Better now than me finding out later.”

  I must be an awful person. “Since you say that pretending to do something is a variation of lying, I need to confess that I pretended to shop yesterday, but I never intended on finding anything.

  “Why would you do that? We told you to find things you needed.”

  “I purposely disobeyed you all at the store because I didn’t want you all to buy me stuff. I brought nothing along with me to contribute to the household, not even talent or useful knowledge. I truly loved the gifts you all got me, but I would have been just as happy if you all bought me nothing. I don’t need material things to be happy, and I haven’t done any work to deserve it.”

  Suddenly Bo lifted me up and sat me on his knee. “Cedi. You don’t have to deserve it. We love you. You’re our wife. Our love is not conditional.”

  I had never heard anything so beautiful in my whole life. It was like poetry, and it came from Bo of all people. I couldn’t believe it. My heart bloomed so much I thought it might burst in my chest. My eyes watered, but I managed to blink back the sappy tears.

  “I swear you men just want to make me cry, but it’s not happening.”

  “Oh, I plan on making you cry here very soon.”

  I scrunched my nose at his asshole remark. “I meant emotionally. All my life, I wanted for nothing when it came to luxuries and material things. I had it all. But the only thing of value I did want was always beyond my grasp. I wanted to be loved and cared for. I wanted to feel something real. You all have given me that. Everything else is not important.”

  Bo sighed. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, clothing is important, little girl, as were our instructions to pick some out. Anything else to confess?”

  I shrugged. “I knew what you wanted me to do when you said over my knee. I played ignorant just to be a brat.”

  “Hey!” Garrett said. “I came over to help you!”

  I laughed. “You did!”

  “Swat her extra for me,” he encouraged good-naturedly, speaking to his older brother.

  “Back down you go, dear.” Bo returned me to my position where my head lingered close to the floor.

  “If I tell you I love you, will you hurt me less?”

  “Probably not, but I’ll consider it.”

  “I love you all. Thanks for saving me over and over again. You all are awesome, and I appreciate you all.”

  “Awww. She’s so sweet,” Huck cooed. “Don’t be mean to our little Cedi.”

  “Goddammit, Huck.” Bo swore again under his breath. “Do you want her to accidently kill herself? I’m not going to permanently harm her. This is just a little corporal consequence to ensure a behavioral modification. We’re just motivating Acedia to be more careful in the future.”

  “Wow, big brother. That sounded all professional,” remarked Garrett. “Did you read a historical psychology book on domestic discipline or something?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  As Bo ignored Garrett and padded the skin on my ass and thighs with his palm, I coached myself to endure this with strength, poise, and dignity. Despite what Bo said, I wouldn’t fall into tears if I could help it. I repeated “do not cry” to myself like a mantra. Not only did I cry enough the past three days to last a lifetime, but I also did not like the lack of control that came with these extreme emotions.

  When my beautiful brush came down on my ass cheeks for the first time, I knew I was in for a world of hurt. Holy fuck, it stung. I tried to be brave. I tried to be stoic. But he was able to break me away from all my plans of dignity.

  I abandoned dignity in favor of self-preservation. Unable to stop my instinctual reflexes, I kicked my legs and tried to cover my ass with my hands.

  Bo stopped swinging only long enough to easily grasp both of my dainty wrists with one of his meaty hands and trapped them at the small of my back. The punishment then resumed. Swack. Swack. Swack. And again. And again. And again.

  “You’re hurting me,” I wailed, struggling to get free. How did he get to be so fucking strong?

  “Every time you sit down this week” he grumbled, “you will remember this punishment, Acedia, and why it’s so important to do what we tell you.”

  I lost count of how many times the brush contacted my sore bottom. He didn’t rush. Every hit was consistent in speed and power as well as evenly dispersed across the plumper portions of my ass cheeks and seat. There would be no place left unbruised.

  “Please,” I begged through a tight throat. “Have mercy.”

  “Mercy will only come when you stop fighting me.”

  I immediately stopped struggling.

  *swack* *swack* *swack*

  I grunted a little on each hit, and pitiful shudders wracked my body as I fought to keep my tears in, but otherwise, I was as still as the dead.

  The hits lightened and then stopped. My eyes leaked water, and I panted in pain, but I was not crying. I had managed to win—as much as one could under these circumstances. He did not break me.

  A minute went by.

  I exhaled in relief.

  And relaxed.

  I was okay.

  But then I realized he wasn’t done.

  *swop* *swop* *swop*

  The fucking belt.

  This was nothing like the brush. This was a sharp pain that radiated at the surface level, raising the skin rather than bruising the deep muscle. And it fucking hurt.

  Knowing he would prolong my agony if I fought it, I did modify my behavior as he’d wanted. I took the stripes without a struggle, biting my lip so hard, I could taste blood.

  He was lecturing me, but I could not hear him over the words he’d said to me in the village as they replayed in my brain.

  You are so innocent. I love and hate that. I love that the world is still a good place in your eyes, even after all that has happened to you. And I hate it because I fear you don’t realize how dangerous this world really is. That is why I am so hard on you. I fear failing you.

  “I can’t do it, Cedi. I just can’t. My heart cannot take another loss like that. Do you hear me?”

  I realized he was talking about losing his wife Melanie and their unborn child, and how he could not lose me too.

  Well, that did break me.

  Tears and snot ran steadily down my face and made a puddle on the floor. I was a weepy mess, but it seemed to be a cathartic release as I gave into the experience in a way I had not done since I was a baby. Rather than trying to hold in my tears for pride’s sake, I let Bo have them. I shamelessly sobbed with the same intensity of releasing an orgasm, loudly while fluid poured out. It was that type of hyperventilating crying that shuddered the body so hard, it hurt.

  “I’m-ss-sorry.”

  “Shh, little girl,” he said, rubbing my back. “All if forgiven, and always will be. Just stay where you are until Huck can get some lotion on your pretty bottom.”

  “Are you crying, Huck?” I heard Garrett ask in disbelief.

  “No, but I want to,” he admitted as he applied the salve. “Her tears are heartbreaking.” Huck then lifted me from my position and stood me on my feet.

  He hugged me, spoke soothing words into my ear about my bravery, then nudged me back to look down at me. All these men were so big. I really did feel like the “little girl” they used as endearments.

  Huck grasped my head and used his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Breathe, baby,” he encouraged. “Match your breaths to mine.”

  I nodded, trying to let him know that I was really trying to calm down. My throat was tight, and I was gasping and hiccupping on tears, and I sounded wretched with sniffles and hard swallows.

  But Huck’s kind eyes reminded me that I would always have a friend in him. “I love you,” I whispered brokenly. I knew it was such a weird sentiment to dump on someone after three days, but my heart needed him in my life.

  He kissed my forehead. “And I you. I love you too, Cedi. And I promise to do my best to keep you out of trouble with my brother.”

  That actually made me giggle.

  “I will not hide your misbehavior, but I will try very hard to catch you before you commit it. I will teach you everything I can to make sure you interact with this world safely.”

  “Thanks, Huck,” I whispered.

  “Ditto to what Huck said,” Garrett offered from the kitchen.

  “Really?” Huck frowned. “That’s all you have to offer in words of comfort?”

  The middle brother shrugged. “What? Our lovely wife is lucky.” He looked at me. “I would have simply put a dick down your throat.”

  I gasped.

  He winked.

  I felt my mouth water.

  “That’s not a punishment when she likes it,” Bo grumbled from behind me. “Maybe if you stick it her ass instead.”

  “Oh please,” Garrett countered. “She took that like a champ. She’s definitely going to be an anal slut.”

  Huck was the one who gasped this time. He covered my ears and admonished his brothers.

  When he released me, Garrett laughed. “This is the woman who begged us for an orgy. She said she’s into BDSM. I think calling her an anal slut is something she can stand to hear—” Garrett looked at me, “—which is a compliment, by the way.”

  Me? Garrett’s little anal slut? This was totally something I wanted to be.

  “Can…can we do that now?” I asked quietly.

  Garrett flicked his gaze to his brothers with a satisfied smirk. “Told ya.” Then looked back at me. “Of course, honey. You want me to make it all feel better?”

  Smiling through my tears, I nodded enthusiastically.

  “I refuse to reward bad behavior,” Bo complained. “She just received punishment.”

  “I think of this as aftercare,” Garrett countered.

  “She needs to be standing in the corner.” Bo replied.

  “Fine. I’ll make sure she has her nose in it the whole time.”

  Bo rolled his eyes while Huck laughed.

  “Come on, dear. Let’s get you into a corner like my mean brother has ordered.” Garrett took my upper arm and let me into one. “Nose in it. Hands on the wall. No rubbing is allowed.”

  I did as he asked.

  “Let me see what my brother has done to that beautiful ass.”

  I felt him behind me, on his knees. He smoothed gently over a welt, and I softly hissed because it stung.

  “Huck, can you bring me more salve and lube, please?”

  I heard Huck approach, and the shifting of air as products were exchanged.

  “Do me a favor and get our wife all hot and bothered while I do some additional aftercare.”

  Huck came up to the side of me and reclined a shoulder against the wall. He gently moved my hair out of the way before kissing my shoulder. “Are you excited to get fucked in the ass while standing in the corner like a naughty girl?” he asked quietly in my ear.

  I whimpered, more from the zips of arousal that made my pussy ache than Garrett slathering salve on my thighs, ass, and ass crack.

  “Hm. Is that a yes?” Huck murmured then began playing with my breasts with one hand, lifting them and strumming the nipples with his thumb.

  I leaned into his palm, my legs growing weaker the hornier I got. Garrett slipped a slick finger into my ass. I gasped as the two sensations, plus sore ass cheeks, warred for attention. My brain could barely form a thought.

  “…um, I…”

  Huck then nibbled my ear and trailed his hand down my stomach and cupped my mons. That stole the rest of my words as I gasped, breathless from his seduction.

  He pressed his fingers into the folds and gently circled. “Wow. You’re already wet. Since you’re going to be naughty and not answer my question, I expect you fuck my fingers and prove to me that you at least know how to follow instructions.”

  “Oh God,” I whispered and began rocking my hips.

  Meanwhile, I could feel my sore ass spreading as more lube and fingers were being applied.

  With my hands stuck on the wall, I shamelessly fucked myself with Huck’s fingers, all while wishing I could grab my own nipples and ease the ache there.

  Thankfully, Garrett came to the rescue.

  With his chest pressed against my back, he wrapped his arms around me, his large palms cupping the heavy breasts while his rigid cock began slowly penetrating my asshole. It burned a bit as the tight ring opened for his impressive girth.

  Huck tsk’d. “I didn’t say you could stop, Cedi.”

  I hadn’t even realized I did. I tried to move my hips but couldn’t seem to manage with a giant cock sliding into me. All I could do was offer more weight onto Huck’s hand.

  “So because you like dick in your ass, you think it’s okay to ignore me?”

  Panting through the pain and pleasure, I cried out when Garret’s hand left my breast and snatched the hair at the back of my neck and yanked my head back.

  “You think it’s okay to disrespect my brother, Acedia?”

  “No—I—”

  I whimpered when Garrett withdrew some and thrust long and deep again.

  The cock in my ass, the fist in my hair, and Huck’s slick fingers were the only things holding my weight, keeping me from collapsing at their feet.

  Suddenly, Huck slipped into the corner, moving me back from it, and guided my arms to encircle his neck. Garrett pulled out for a brief second to let Huck lift me onto his hard cock before shoving his own cock back into my ass.

  God, I was so full, trapped between the two men, I relished in the painful pleasure as I was used deeply and roughly in both holes.

  Garrett kissed and nipped my neck while lifting my breasts up to Huck’s mouth. Busy holding my weight, all Huck could do was feast on the offering. I cried out their names and gushed.

  “That’s it, Cedi. Give us all your cum. Show us you can take these dicks like a good girl and beg us to fuck you harder.”

  “Please, fuck me harder, tear me apart, make it hurt so fucking good. I want to feel you everywhere inside me. I want you to punish me hard and deep and make me your good girl again.”

  They obliged me, and I orgasmed many times, leaving me spent.

  After they coated my insides with their love, they carried me to the dining room table and bent me over the edge, so I was stomach down on the tabletop. My aching breasts pressed hard into the wood, sore from Huck’s love bites. They tended to me, leaving nothing private untouched as they cleaned, inspected, caressed, and reapplied salve to my pussy and ass.

  I was nearly asleep when they finished.

  I had truly given them all of me. Surely I was a good girl again.

  I must have said that last thought out loud as Bo carried me to bed because he kissed my temple and murmured, “Even when you’re naughty, you are always the good girl of our hearts. Remember that.” He laid me down and covered me with my blanket. “Now take a quick nap. We must go to the village later this morning.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bo woke me up to inform me that it was time to go to the village, and that he wanted me to go with them to the stables to prepare the horses.

  “Will I see other animals too?” I asked, groggily.

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  “Can I play with them?”

  “Sure. But you will need to be on your best behavior.”

  “Okay.” But when I moved to jump out of the bed, my muscles were sore and weak and didn’t move as well as they usually did. “Owwww,” I moaned. Fucking brush.

  Huck came over with medicine and a cup of water. “Take this packet of powder, Cedi. It will help with the pain and inflammation.”

  After Huck indicated that I should put it under my tongue, I drank the whole glass of water until the bitter powder was dissolved.

  Garrett was also around. “We are going to show you how to saddle a horse,” he explained as he held out my new top for me to put on.

  I shook my head. “No, please.”

  He frowned. “You don’t want to wear your new clothes?”

  “I don’t want them to get messy while I’m playing with the animals.”

  “Well, your other dress is dirty,” he reasoned. “Perhaps you should have picked out more clothes yesterday as we’d instructed.”

 

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