“He wouldn’t hurt me! He didn’t do this to me.” But he’d lied about my having gone for a run that night. Why would he have done that? Had he lied then or was I being lied to now?
I rubbed my face, my tired eyes, trying to understand.
“If we let you go, you could cost us everything.”
“I won’t! I promise. I just want to go home.”
There was a long pause and I knew the questioning was over, and as much as I’d wanted them to stop, this change made my heart beat pick up.
“What if I said I didn’t want to let you go, Evangeline?” Gabriel asked, his words suddenly cool, calculating, his eyes scanning my naked body. “What if I said I wanted to keep you here?”
I could only stare up at him.
“Stand up.”
I looked over at Syn who stood watching me, his eyes unreadable.
“I said, stand up,” Gabriel repeated, his tone unchanged.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Syn rise and walk to the door before I heard the lock turn.
“Evangeline.”
Every hair on my body stood on end, ever muscle tensing, almost vibrating in trepidation. I shook my head, unable to speak.
“Time for that inspection you missed earlier,” Gabriel said, opening a drawer and taking out a strap similar to the one he’d had at camp, the one I’d been whipped with.
“No…” I began to rise, but paused, kneeling up instead.
He set the trap on the desk. “Besides, my brother and I always share our women and he’s had a sampling. It’s my turn,” Gabriel said.
“She was sweet,” Syn said. “Soft and… willing.”
“No. Please don’t.”
Syn returned to stand behind the chair he’d earlier occupied, leaning on the back of it, watching me.
“I haven’t taken you over my knee yet,” Gabriel said. “Haven’t felt with my bare hand how you take a spanking. Maybe it’s time to remedy that.”
I could only watch as he approached, resuming his seat on the armchair but leaning in close so that our faces were inches apart. I pulled back, letting the blanket slide to the floor, his closeness unnerving me.
“Over my lap, Evangeline. We’ll start there.”
Swallowing was difficult, the lump in my throat too big. Tears wanted to fall but I wouldn’t allow them, no matter how afraid I was.
“Or do I need to make you?” he asked, looking a little too enthusiastic.
Before I could process what he’d said, he took hold of my arm, his grip painful as he hauled me upward. My hands went to his knees as I tried to push back and free myself, screaming when he easily pulled me up and over his knee, catching my right wrist in his hand, the positioning of my body tight against his. He forced my left hand to remain on the floor as he adjusted my position, shifting his legs and trapping mine between his, my head hanging low, my bottom now the highest part of me.
“Let me go!” Even knowing how useless any pleading or struggling would be, I carried on while he said something to Syn who stood back watching, the two of them talking almost calmly while I flailed around on Gabriel’s lap, trying to free myself.#p#分页标题#e#
“I know you were wet watching the other girls get shaved,” Gabriel said, the hand that had been rubbing circles on my bottom now rising and falling hard against my still tender flesh, causing me to cry out. “And I wonder if you weren’t also wet watching the girl get strapped.” Another hard spank left me breathless. “I think,” he continued spanking me as he spoke, one cheek, then the next, then back again, not a moment between smacks for me to catch my breath. “You might even enjoy submitting to us more than you know, more than you’re willing to admit. That’s always a difficulty with women.”
“At least at the start,” Syn added.
I looked back to find him standing off to the side, watching while Gabriel spanked me.
“Please. It hurts!” Although it didn’t hurt as much as the punishments at camp had, being over his lap like that and him using his hand was different somehow.
“Not yet it doesn’t,” Gabriel answered me. “She does turn a pretty pink quickly.”
“Too bad she’s already striped from this afternoon’s whipping,” Syn said. They spoke as if I wasn’t there at all. “You’re taking it easier on her than I’d expect otherwise.”
“I’m not sure she thinks that.”
“I hate you. I hate you both!” Tears fell from my eyes and I had to use my free hand to wipe my face, wiggling my bottom to escape the spanking that came harder and faster now, three to a cheek in the same spot before he moved to the other side and repeated. The sting was terrible, and my skin felt dry and stretched, but he kept on spanking, talking to his brother or to me, I wasn’t sure anymore. All I could think about now was the pain and, in a way, being wholly absorbed by so physical a thing as that punishment was what I needed to block everything else out.