Still eyeing Hans with distrust, I said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
To my dismay, they both followed me into the locker room and proceeded to strip out
of their workout clothes, which took only seconds.
“Unless you want to meet Julian for lunch smelling like that,” Colin said, “I’d suggest
you get naked and get in the shower, Rachel.” He started toward me. “Or do you need
help again?”
I could only stand there with my heart pounding in my throat while he dug his fingers
under the sweat-soaked band of my bra and pulled it off over my head. Then I grabbed
his naked shoulders when he squatted to yank off my shoes and socks, and then stripped
down my pants and panties with one sharp tug.
And just like that I was naked with two naked men, one of them a veritable stranger.
Again.
“Pretty,” Hans said with an appreciative tug at his erect cock. “Very pretty.”
I winced when Colin pulled the band out of my hair and took several strands with it.
“Shower,” he said, nudging me forward. “Now.”
Giving Hans a wide berth, I darted into the next tiled room, which was equipped with
several shower heads along one wall and corresponding sinks and mirrors on the opposite
wall. At the far end of the room were two doors, one wood and the other glass, which
I assumed led to a sauna and steam room.
And in the middle of the floor was a gigantic sunken hot tub filled with steaming,
roiling water. The sight of it made me groan with longing. I loved hot-tubbing after
a workout, especially when I could do it sans swimsuit. There was nothing like the
feel of all those hot currents and bubbles rushing over my naked skin.
“No time today,” Colin said repressively, shoving me toward a showerhead and turning
it on. The water was freezing and I jumped back with an outraged gasp.
“You jerk!” Just to show him, I jumped into the hot tub and sat down. The water was
just this side of boiling, making my chilled skin prickle.
Standing at the edge of the tub, he put his hands on his hips and sighed while I grinned
up at him. “Rachel, get out of there now. We’re going to be late.”
“I’m just waiting until the shower warms up,” I said, swirling my hands through the
chlorinated water. My bad girl was really having fun now.
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
By the time my good girl pressed the panic button, big hands were already dragging
me out of the tub by my underarms and plopping my butt on the cool tiled edge.
Oh shit, Julian must have been in the steam room. He was naked but for the towel barely
hanging onto his hips and his hair and skin were dripping.
“What did he tell you, Rachel?” he demanded with a grim look.
Oh shit. Oh shit. “To get in the shower,” I said meekly.
“To get in the shower,
what
, Rachel?”
“To get in the shower, Sir,” I said even more meekly.
“Why did he tell you that, Rachel?”
I swallowed. “Because he didn’t want us to be late for lunch, Sir.”
“Correct. I’m a very busy man and we still have entirely too much to accomplish today—indeed,
every day for the next two weeks. But you apparently don’t give a damn about anyone’s
timetable but your own, do you, Rachel?”
My eyes filled with tears. God, this was awful. This was why I’d never misbehaved
even as a child. I just couldn’t deal with disappointing someone I loved. Even my
bad girl was miserable and apprehensive.
“I do care, Sir,” I gulped. “I’m so sorry.”
Julian laid a hand on my head. “I’m glad to hear it, but that doesn’t excuse your
selfishness and disobedience.”
The tears got away then, sliding down my cheeks and dripping on my thighs as I bent
my head in shame.
He sat down beside me on the edge of the tub. “Come,” he said, urging me toward him
with a hand around my shoulders. “You’ll feel better after this is finished.”
I felt better already as I leaned into him, comforted by the tender touch. But then
I realized he was pulling me facedown over his lap and my stomach contracted violently.
“No, Sir!” I tried to back away but he forced me down onto my elbows with a hand in
the middle of my back. Immediately I laid the side of my face against the cold tile
and reached back to cover my defenseless butt, kicking wildly, trying to squirm back
into the water. “No, Sir, please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”
“Colin, Hans, if you please,” he said.
Colin knelt in front of me and pulled my arms forward, pinning my wrists to the tile
over my head, while Hans knelt behind me and held my ankles against his hairy thighs.
But I continued to struggle, sobbing openly now.
“Have you never received a spanking before, Rachel?” Julian asked quietly, smoothing
his hand over my buttocks in a gentle motion.
“No, Sir,” I choked out.
“Oh, my.” He sighed. “Then you’re long overdue, my little slave. Now tell me your
safe words.”
I choked back my sobs and took a deep breath. How could I have forgotten about my
safe words? I could be out of this just by opening my mouth.
“Red and yellow,” I finally replied.
“You’re welcome to use them at any time, but I want you to think about something before
you do. How will you feel if you leave this room knowing you refused to accept the
consequences of your actions? How will you feel if you leave this room knowing you
disappointed both Colin and me and didn’t even try to make amends?”
Another sob built in my chest but I held it back. God, he was right—I was utterly
miserable and would continue to be miserable until I’d done whatever was necessary
to earn his forgiveness, and Colin’s.
Resigned to my fate, I sighed, relaxing just a teeny bit.
“I will give you spankings that will make you feel very, very good, Rachel,” he said,
smoothing his hand over my butt again, relaxing me even more. “This won’t be one of
them.”
Before I could prepare myself, he slapped my right cheek hard enough to make me arch
and cry out. Tears spurted again down my face again, dripping onto the tile, but I
bit my lips and braced myself for the next one. It wasn’t long in coming, and son
of a bitch, it hurt! I’d expected him to go for the other side, but he hit the exact
same spot, and it burned like he’d pressed a hot iron to it.
“Relax, Rachel,” Colin said softly. “It hurts less if you don’t resist the pain.”
I sniffled and tried to do as he said, letting my hot right cheek rest on the tile
again. I held it there, biting my lip while Julian delivered eight more to the same
spot. By the time he finished, I was sobbing and writhing, desperate to get away.
Then he started all over on the left side, and by the time he’d hit me another ten
times, I was yelling with each one.
“Do you feel better yet, Rachel?” he asked, rubbing both flaming cheeks with his flaming
hand.
I could only sob, leaking hot tears all over the tile. I’d never felt so fucking miserable
in my entire life. I was cold except for where my body rested on Julian’s—and my inflamed
butt, of course—and I wanted nothing more than to be held and forgiven.
Julian hit me on the right again, lower, closer to my thigh, and I screeched with
dread.
“No more, please!”
They came faster this time, the rhythmic slaps echoing in the locker room while I
just laid there and sobbed.
When he stopped to rub me again, I prayed it was really over this time. His palm felt
like sandpaper on my skin.
“There,” he said, “now you have permission go in the hot tub, Rachel. In fact, I insist
on it.”
Hans let go of my ankles, but Colin didn’t let go of my wrists when Julian pushed
me off into the tub. I gasped as the hot water seared my chilled skin again. An instant
later, I screamed. My white-hot butt felt like it was being boiled in acid. Writhing
and moaning, I begged Colin to let me out as tried to climb up and out of the tub,
but Hans jumped in behind me and held my hips under the water.
I collapsed onto the tile again, sobbing wretchedly.
“Have you had enough of the hot tub yet, Rachel?” Julian asked.
“Yes, Sir. Please forgive me. Please. I never wanted to disappoint you, Sir, and I’m
so sorry I did.”
“All right,” he said, stroking the damp, tangled hair away from my cheek. “You’ve
been punished. I hate that I had to be so harsh with you, but you must learn when
it’s appropriate to be bratty and when it’s not. Once you make amends for your actions,
you’ll be completely forgiven.”
Hope exploded in my chest and I raised my head to look at him with swollen eyes. “Anything,
Sir.”
“Good.” He tugged the towel aside, revealing his stirring cock, and my eyes widened.
He was uncut. I hadn’t seen all that many uncircumcised penises, and I’d certainly
never touched one intimately. Or tasted one. I wanted to, badly. Right this minute.
I longed to shower all my love and penitence on it and worship it with my tongue.
Mesmerized, I barely noticed when Colin let go and Hans scooted me sideways until
Julian’s fascinating cock was right in front of my face. Gasping at the implication,
I looked up and saw Julian’s brows rise expectantly.
Sucking his cock was how I had to make amends? Oh,
jackpot
!
I attacked, sucking him into my watering mouth, swirling my tongue around the head
and trying to slide the tip inside that entrancing rim of flesh. It disappeared almost
immediately as his cock expanded.
When I whimpered my disappointment, Julian groaned, burying his hand in my hair. “If
you’re a very good girl, Rachel, I’ll let you play with it after I come sometime.”
Marginally consoled, I wrapped my hands behind his butt and went to work, sucking,
swirling and bobbing, determined to give him the best blowjob ever. He swelled to
proportions I’d never had in my mouth before, making me realize just why taking him
last night had been so difficult. He had to have at least two inches on Colin, and
probably four on Tris, the guy I’d hooked up with during my dive trip.
Julian’s hand began to exert downward pressure, making me take more of him, but when
he hit the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to pull away. He was having none
of that, though—he let me back off an inch but that was it.
“I told you, Sir, she’s a come slut but she can’t deep throat.”
I growled. Damn Colin! Enjoying oral sex did not make me a come slut. Or did it? I
really loved it when he came in my mouth, and I desperately wanted Julian to.
“We’ll have to fill that deficit in her education, stat,” Julian murmured. “Why don’t
you show her how it’s done, Colin?”
“Yes, Sir,” Colin said with genuine enthusiasm.
If it were for any other reason, I would have been loath to give up my prize. But
when Colin splashed in beside me and knelt on the ledge beside Julian’s legs, I backed
away at once, already sweating with lustful anticipation. I wanted to see Julian and
Colin together more than I wanted anything else in the world at that moment.
Julian leaned back on his hands, making his cock stand even taller. Colin didn’t hesitate—he
bent over with his hands clasped behind his back and slowly took it all the way down
to the root. He didn’t even twitch when Julian reached up and pressed his head down
even further.
Julian held him there for a few seconds that must have seemed like years to Colin
and then said, “Swallow.”
Colin obeyed, and I watched with wide eyes as the muscles of his throat worked around
the thick column of flesh.
“Again.”
When Colin did it again, I swallowed too and whimpered with envy and dismay. I’d never
be able to do that. How in the hell was he not fighting and gagging and gasping for
air?
“All it takes is a little training and self-discipline, Rachel,” Julian said, smiling
at my expression.
Dread seized me. It would take a lot more than
a little
to make me capable of that.
Just when I was beginning to worry about the oxygen supply to Colin’s brain, Julian
slid his hand down to Colin’s neck and squeezed. “Excellent, my boy, but why don’t
you let Rachel do what she can now.”
If I were in Colin’s position, I would have jerked away, coughing and sputtering and
possibly vomiting in the hot tub, but he rose as casually as if he’d been breathing
through Julian’s urethra. I bristled when he sat beside Julian and gave me a wickedly
self-satisfied smile. He’d always wanted me to do this and it looked like he was going
to get his way.
When Julian crooked a finger at me, I leaned forward and applied myself to the task
with slightly less enthusiasm. He immediately began guiding my head with both hands,
using me, rudely masturbating himself with my mouth, and all I could do was try to
maintain some sort of suction and not seize up when he hit the back of my throat.
He swelled even more and forced out, “Swallow it, Rachel, because come is all you’re
getting for lunch.”
And then his hands forced me down, down, making me thrash and gag as his semen spurted
into the back of my throat. Between the spasms, I managed to recover enough to swallow
around the thick head a couple of times, and then swirled it with my tongue when his
hold on me eased.
“Very nice, little slave,” he said softly, patting me on the head before he stood
up on the ledge and wrapped the towel around his hips again.
His praise brought tears of joy and gratitude to my eyes. I’d made amends and I was
forgiven.
Then Colin slid into his place, wearing a huge grin. “You’d better hurry, Rachel.
That ass is going to need some ice soon.”
Great. Now that he’d mentioned it, I remembered how much it hurt and heaved an exaggerated
sigh. “I don’t know why I like you when you’re so mean to me.”
“Suck, slave. I need to shower.”
I obeyed, pleased to know he wasn’t going to turn the tables on me this time and deprive
me of his orgasm. By the time he came, naturally going deep enough to gag me repeatedly,
my jaw ached and my throat was sore.