The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(116)
“You’re going to be a helluva lot sorer, too,” Kaden added, already looking around. “Where’s my crop? Not the one I was using, the thin one. The one that stings like a motherfu—”
“No!” Goldi wailed.
“Seriously?” Bain demanded, reappearing back at the head of the cellar steps. “We’re all out of ginger root. I bought a big-ass bag of the stuff just last weekend. What are you doing, eating it?”
“I think someone has been sneaking some after we go to work in the morning.”
Caught. Goldi twisted far enough to give each of them her best Bambi eyes. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Self-punishment isn’t allowed. Only my three big, bad Daddy bears get to decide when, if or how I’m punished.”
All three gave her the same skeptical frown.
“I’ve got Bengay in my bathroom,” Kaden finally said, wiping all trace of amusement and giggles from Goldi.
“Uh…” she said, her big eyes anything but an act now. “No. You don’t have to do that. I will be so, so good from here on out. I—”
Arsen began looking around. “Where did I put that gag?”
Bain turned away. “I’ll get the Bengay.”
“I’ll be good!” she wailed, but already Kaden had found his super thin crop, the whippy one that stung like a switch without ever breaking like one, and Arsen was heading back to her with the gag in his hand. “No!”
But her hands were still stuck in that damn bondage sleeve behind her back and she felt more like an inchworm rolling around on the floor than a highly-evolved human being with two functional legs. Funny, how unexpectedly important arms were when it came to getting up off the floor.
“No is not a safeword,” all three told her, including Bain who had to call it all the way from the bathroom upstairs.
Fucking were-bears. Pouting, Goldi kicked the floor, but that was as defiant as she was prepared to be. Because she was Goldi—a sassy submissive, ready role-player, the golden-haired sex-slave to three dominant shifters, and painslut extraordinaire. She had been their submissive partner for three years. She loved them, trusted them, and the one thing she absolutely refused to do was top from below when she knew without a shred of doubt that neither Bain, Arsen nor Kaden would ever take things further than she could bear. The safeword was Rumpelstiltskin, but she would not call it and they knew it.
Arsen got a pillow, wadded it in half and tucked it up under her hips, leaving her lying on the hard cellar floor, because that was where naughty little sex slaves who got into the ginger root deserved to get fucked. Face down, ass up, with a dozen or more fresh fiery welts striping her ass all the way onto her thighs.
Bain had the Bengay and was sliding his hands into protective gloves even as he came tromping back down the cellar stairs.
Kaden came to her, a thin smile curling the corners of his darkly handsome mouth. “Anything you want to say before we begin?” he asked. It was his way of giving her a chance to opt out, if only she would take it.
But she wouldn’t. She knew it. He knew it—his dark eyes glistened; his smile broadened.
“Fucking were-bears,” she grumbled, determined to come no closer to saying the magic word than that.
Bain and Arsen both snorted. Kaden’s grin was all teeth.
“Let the games begin,” he said, and with a lunging step and downward slash of that thin crop, he struck.
A jolt of pain, a flash of heat, a slow throbbing wave of wondrous, blessed release. She had no idea exactly when her writhe of hurt became a more languid aroused undulation of her bottom alone. Goldi sighed, and melted.
She loved this…
The End
About the Author
Maren Smith
“For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests.
Although I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years, it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature. Fortunate enough to have married my Dominant, I am a wife, author, Little and submissive for the love of my life. Between that and my membership at three of my local Dungeons, there are very, very few things that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”
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Other Books By Maren Smith
Single Titles:
How to Live Without a Man
Something Has to Give
B-Flick
Fairy Godmothers, Inc.
Black Sheep
Daughter of the Strong
The Diva
Enemies
The Great Prank
Jinxie’s Orchids
Katy Run Away
Kindred Spirits