Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(12)



“That sounds perfect, Warden,” Green responded, shaking the clean hand now proffered to him.

“Yes, indeed,” Singleton agreed, also shaking the warden’s hand.

“Alright, fellas,” the warden said to the guards. “Get these girls moving, please.” He turned to Green and Singleton. “Gentlemen, why don’t we hang back and avail ourselves of the rear view.”

Green and Singleton watched as the guards loosed Sylvia, Karen, and Grace from the chairs. The girls wore slightly dazed expressions on their faces, which Green well understood since they still, by design, had very little idea why they had been brought here, and less idea what would happen through the door toward which the guards now made them walk, one after the other.

“Ah,” said the warden. “All paddled quite recently, I see. Lovely.”

Indeed, Green though, it might well rate as one of the loveliest sights he had ever seen: three naked bottoms, each bearing its own particular shade of purple marks from well-earned discipline. He once again had to admit that he had already developed a preference for the pert ass of Karen Hunter, but if Singleton elected to argue with him Green thought he might be persuaded to the merits of the small-cheeked Grace or of the ample Sylvia.

“We’ll have to keep the one we choose well-disciplined, won’t we, Warden?” Singleton asked, for the sole purpose Green felt sure of discomfiting the girls—a purpose of which Green thoroughly approved.

“Oh, of course,” the warden responded with a knowing smile. “This kind of girl will never give you the service you deserve without regular discipline, whether that’s with a paddle, a cane, a strap, or even just the good old-fashioned hairbrush her daddy never thought to use. Girls don’t end up in my facility unless they’ve gotten themselves into trouble time and time again. There are all sorts of resources they could have called on to help get their checkbooks in order, and yet each of them defaulted to the tune of more than ten thousand dollars. If their daddies had decided to take their panties down and put these girls over the paternal knee once in a while, things would be very different.”

That drew a little sob from Grace as she passed into the room. Green felt himself to be of two minds on the warden’s little speech, as the man led him and Singleton into the comfortable wood-paneled study, where three easy chairs faced a lit fireplace. On the one hand, Green firmly believed that young adults needed more guidance than they got these days. He certainly wouldn’t mind spanking the bare bottom of the girl they chose with great regularity, in an attempt to instill some moral fiber. On the other hand, he knew too much about economics in general, and predatory lending in particular, to blame Karen, Grace, and Sylvia much for the defaults that had led them here.

In front of the fire stood what could only be the ‘bench of choosing’ to which the warden had earlier referred, low and leather-upholstered, long enough for three girls to be upended over it side by side. The guards had placed Sylvia, Karen, and Grace standing with their backs to the bench and the fire.

“Hands on your heads, girls,” the warden said affably. Looking back at his guests, he gestured to the easy chairs at the same time. “Gentlemen, do you need your drinks freshened? No? Alright, have a seat then and we can begin in earnest to help you make your selection. I’m honored to have you with me today, and I hope I can send you home with a girl you and your friends can get great pleasure from, until she pays her debt.”

Green and Singleton did sit, while the warden remained standing.

“Girls,” he said, walking in front of them and idly fondling their breasts and bare pussies as he paced, spending only a second or two on each of the lovely charms he handled, “it’s time to tell you why you’re here, though perhaps you’ve already guessed a bit of the answer.”

As he walked, Green compared the downcast faces, the budding breasts, and the sweet slits. All three girls had their attractions, certainly.

The warden reached the other side of the little row, and now he addressed his seated guests. “Should we have them turn around, now, gentlemen, so you can compare the asses?”

He didn’t wait for confirmation, but issued the command to the girls.

“Face the fire, girls. These guests of mine want a close look at those paddled cheeks of yours.”

The girls turned, and Green felt his resolve harden just as his cock did.

“One of you will go today into a kind of rehabilitation service. Week by week, for three years, you will work off your debt as the indentured servant of these men and their co-investors. Kneel and lay yourselves over the bench now, with your knees spread. That’s the view in which Mr. Green and Mr. Singleton are truly interested.”

Bare feet shuffled, and heads turned a little bit as if trying to see whether the others had obeyed, but the shameful command went unfulfilled. The warden, though, had silently fetched a riding crop from a shelf at the side of the room, and now he flicked it hard against Grace’s left bottom-cheek, so that she cried out and started forward. The warden moved a step forward and did the same to Karen, who turned to him with a desperate face, taking her hands from her head.

“Put her over the bench,” the warden said to the guards, and they instantly stepped forward to seize Karen’s arms and lay her prostrate, her hands stretched in front of her. The warden shifted his crop to his left hand and stepped forward to begin spanking Karen’s already bruised bottom with his big hand.

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