STORY EXCERPT

Hunter let the big man pick her up and carry her home. She hadn’t told him about her twisted ankle, but then he had never asked. Ace was as good looking as she remembered, with his dark hair and unshaven face. This close Hunter could see that he had dark brown eyes. Hunter wouldn’t be surprised if he had Italian heritage from his looks.

His thick muscles rippled under her as he walked, and Hunter tried not to be impressed by his strength. Tank didn’t like this man, and so Hunter decided that she wasn’t going to like him either.

“Are you hurt?” Ace asked her, as he carried her along.

“I twisted my ankle,” she replied. “It only throbs now though.”

Hunter was surprised by the rumbling growl of displeasure that went through Ace’s body. Hunter couldn’t help but smile. Tank liked to growl too.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

Hunter wanted to know how they even knew to look for her all the way out here in the forest. She could have headed back to town or anything.

“You pinched Tank’s boots and left a trail from the back door,” he replied. “You need to cover your tracks better if you don’t want people to find you.”

“I did want to be found,” she told him. “I was heading back to the cabin when I hurt myself and couldn’t walk. I shouldn’t have left in the first place.”

“Why did you run?” Ace asked her.

Hunter looked up into his face. He looked unhappy, and though she didn’t know him, she would guess that he wasn’t as bad-tempered as Tank. Which meant that Tank was going to be seriously angry with her.

“I got scared,” she replied. “The sheriff showed up at the cabin, and I thought he might be looking for me.”

“I don’t know the sheriff that well,” he told her, “but he seems like a good man. Even if he was looking for you, which he wasn’t, I don’t think he would have hurt you.”

Hunter felt stupid now that she knew that the sheriff hadn’t been looking for her after all. She had pretty much concluded that on her own, which was why she had turned back. It didn’t make her feel any less of an idiot though. She was supposed to be keeping on the down low. Now she had made people come and look for her which wasn’t staying in hiding.

“He might have had to turn me over to other people though,” Hunter said in defense. “You don’t know.”

“Hunter,” Ace said. “I know you are scared of this husband who hurt you, but I can assure you that Tank and the sheriff would do everything they could to keep you safe.”

Ace didn’t say any more. He didn’t have to. Hunter knew what he said was true, at least of Tank anyway. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

They walked for a long while before Hunter heard Tank’s deep voice.

“You found her,” he said, meeting them on the trail.

Hunter lifted her head and looked at Tank and the sheriff as they stomped towards them. Tank looked angry, and Hunter decided that she needed to sooth his temper and fast. She looked up at Ace and thought back to the night that Tank had found her by the campfire.

“You aren’t my shaggy-haired knight either,” she said. “Why do they keep sending me the wrong man?”

“Who keeps sending you the wrong man?” Ace asked her.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Whoever it is that sends people to find people. You know, fate or god or something.”

Hunter smiled as Tank walked up, and she held out her arms to him. Ace passed her over to her Daddy, and she hoped that her plan distracted him from his anger.

“They sent me the wrong knight again,” she told him.

“Did they, baby?” he replied.

“He doesn’t have shaggy hair or green eyes either,” she said.

“No, he doesn’t,” Tank replied. “Forget about the shaggy green-eyed one. He hasn’t been around when you needed him. The only knight you need is me.”

“I found her,” Ace said sulkily. “So, I guess I’m one of the knights she needs too.”

“Don’t pout,” Tank told him. “It isn’t a good look on you.”

Hunter stifled her smile. Tank didn’t seem angry at her at all and was being playful.

“Daddy,” she said, whispering, “I’m ready to go home now.”

Tank looked down at her and placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Don’t think for a second that you aren’t in trouble, little lady,” he said. “Just because you are being all cute doesn’t mean I have forgotten the worry you caused me.”

Hunter smiled at Tank and snuggled closer into his arms.

“Of course not,” she replied. “I have been a bad, bad girl.”

“Insufferable,” Tank said, laughing. “Let’s get you home.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Hunter shivered as Tanks hand rubbed against her ass once more. She had never been spanked before, but she was sure she could handle forty spanks. Hunter had always been turned on by the idea of being taken over her Daddy’s knee, and now was no different. She could feel her pussy dampening and Tank hadn’t even started yet.

“Your safe word is red, baby,” Tank told her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.

Hunter waited for the first smack to arrive, but Tank just kept petting her naked ass and making her wait. When she finally relaxed on his knee, his hand came down with a sharp slap. Tank continued to spank her butt and she quickly lost count. Her ass was starting to hurt as he alternated cheeks.

Tank spanked a lot harder than she had imagined, but it only sent her arousal higher. She kicked her legs and shifted around on his lap, trying to get some kind of relief to her aching pussy.

The spanking was over way too quickly, and she was lifted from Tank’s lap and unceremoniously flung over Ace’s. He positioned her to his liking and wasted no time in laying into her already sensitive butt. Hunter moaned as Ace set a rhythm smacking her ass. His large hands weren’t as rough as Tanks, and he didn’t spank anywhere near as hard.

However, Hunter was equally as frustrated. Her clit throbbed in time with his slaps and her nipples were hard pebbles under her dress. Getting spanked was everything Hunter had dreamed it would be and so much more.

When Ace’s hand stilled, Hunter sighed in disappointment. She didn’t think she was supposed to enjoy getting punished so much and hoped that Tank and Ace didn’t think she was a freak for getting so turned on.

Hunter shifted on Ace’s lap and spread her thighs slightly to relieve some of the ache between her legs. The cool air hit her heated lips, making her shiver. Hunter sucked in a breath when she felt long fingers touch her pussy and slide through her lips. She moaned loudly as they brushed her sensitive clit.

“I think someone liked her punishment a little too much,” Ace said, removing his hand from between her thighs.

Hunter closed her eyes, feeling humiliated at how wet she had become.

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I know that makes me some kind of weirdo.”

Ace lifted her from her position and set her on his lap. She winced as her spanked butt hit the rough material of his jeans.

“No, baby,” he said. “It doesn’t make you weird at all.”

“Lots of submissives get turned on from a spanking,” Tank told her. “Some even prefer a lot harsher punishment than a simple hand.”

“Like what?” Hunter asked, feeling naive.

“For little girls like you,” Tank replied, “we could use hairbrushes, wooden spoons, rulers, and some hardcore submissives like belts.”

“Otherwise,” Ace added, “there are paddles, floggers, whips.”

“Oh,” Hunter said, “I didn’t like the sound of some of those.”

Hunter shifted on Ace lap as she thought about the things Tank mentioned that did turn her on. She liked the idea of the sting a hair brush might produce or even a ruler, but she thought a belt would be too much.

“I can see your mind turning,” Ace said. “Are you thinking about all the evil ways your Daddies are going to take you in hand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied.

Ace slipped his hand between her thighs again and swirled his fingers through her wet lips.

“Do you need your Daddies to take care of this little problem?” Ace asked, as he teased her clit with his fingers.

Hunter moaned and spread her thighs wider. She didn’t mind that she was flashing Tank her goods. He would be able to see everything from where he was sitting across from her on the couch.

“Place your hands at your back and clasp them together,” Ace told her.

When she had done as asked, Ace entered her channel with one long finger and she bucked on his big lap. He used his thumb against her throbbing pearl and worked his finger in and out.

Hunter couldn’t take her eyes from Tank as he watched Ace play with her. His eyes were hooded with arousal, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. It only heightened her need to have Tank stare at her so intently, knowing he was finding it arousing too.

She moaned and threw her head back when Ace added a second finger, working her pussy closer and closer to orgasm. She was panting now and so close to the edge of bliss. Her sore butt rubbing on his jeans just helped to stimulate her more.

“Please, Daddy,” she whispered. “So close, so good.”

“Does my baby need to come?” Ace asked in her ear.

She nodded frantically and arched her back, thrusting her hips towards his hand.

“Then come,” he said, shoving his fingers inside her passage and pinching her clit.

Hunter cried out as waves and waves of pleasure ripped through her body as she came. She clung to Ace’s neck as she uncontrollably rode his fingers to completion.

When she finally came down from her high, she rested her head on Ace’s shoulder and panted to catch her breath.

“That was great,” Hunter said. “I think I need to be punished more often.”

“Next time we won’t let you come,” Tank told her. “We will spank your sexy butt and leave you aroused as part of your punishment.”

“That’s just mean,” Hunter replied.

Ace laughed and picked her up in his arms.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Ace told them. “He said next time. This isn’t over yet.”

Hunter was on board with that plan. She wanted to see them naked and finally get a look at what they were packing.

“Onward, good sir,” she said, playfully pointing to the bedroom.