“Kitten!” Daddy sounded put out. Probably because I was playing

and not paying him any attention.

“Kitten!” Max too. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Relax, Max. She’s exploring her naughty side. She knows I need it

as much as she does.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need it,” Max grumbled. “But if she doesn’t get

her ass to me right now, I’m gonna paddle it!”

I tried to stifle a giggle, but Max heard me. I heard his heavy

footfalls headed my way and I scooted deeper into the closet. Sure enough,

the door was thrown open and Max shoved aside the heavy coats until he

found me huddled in a corner in the secret bed I’d made. I gave him a little

wave and a bright smile. “Hi, Max.”

“You’re in so much trouble, Kitten.”

“I think I created a monster,” Daddy muttered, shaking his head as

he smothered a grin. “Get on out here, Kitten. You’ve earned a

punishment.”

“Who’s idea was it for her to act out?” Max scrubbed his hand

through his shaggy hair.

“That would be me,” Daddy admitted, his arms crossed over his

scrumptious chest. He looked stern, but also amused.

“Well, it was a stupid ass idea,” Max muttered, sliding Daddy a

glance.

“You’re getting awfully snippy yourself, Max.”

“Maybe Max needs to be punished, too,” I said cheerily, grinning at

Max. He gave me a withering look.

“Maybe he does,” Daddy agreed. “But not for this. You know Max worries when you’re out of his sight.”

I sighed, immediately contrite. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Max.”

“Come on, Kitten. Out you go.” Daddy didn’t sound angry with me.

Resigned and slightly amused? Totally. But not angry.

Max, on the other hand…

Yeah, I might have pushed him a little too far. His hair was a wild

mess, like he’d run his fingers through it over and over in agitation. I went

to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close. “I’m

sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just playing Hide and Seek.”

“Who were you playing with? There’s nobody here other than the

servants, and they were all looking for you too.”

I smiled brightly. “See? I had tons of people I was playing with.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, Kitten,” Daddy said. “You have

to tell people you’re playing Hide and Seek so we all know we’re supposed

to be hunting for you.”

I gave him a confused look. “But… you were already doing it. Why

would I tell you to do something when it was already happening?” There.

That should work.

“Yeah. She definitely needs to be punished,” Max said, scooping me

up over his shoulder and swatting my ass.

“Hey!”

“I told you, Kitten. Max is allowed to punish you when he sees fit.”

“But he has to tell you! You don’t have to agree to it!”

Max continued through the house with me, up to our playroom.

Daddy chuckled as he followed behind us. Obviously, Max and I were very

amusing to Daddy. It made me happy because Daddy didn’t smile or laugh

often enough. He was a very busy, very powerful man. If I had to get my

ass roasted from time to time to let him play a little, it was a small price to

pay. While I was certain Max was genuinely put out, I also happened to know he loved punishing me. So? Win win. Except for my poor ass.

The room was filled with all kinds of toys, including a couple of

Saint Andrew’s crosses, a Catherine wheel, a stockade, sex swings, and, of

course, spanking benches. There were numerous paddles, whips, and

restraints, but Daddy hadn’t introduced me to much in here yet.

Once inside, Max took me to a spanking bench. That particular

piece of equipment I was getting used to. It was Max’s favorite place to

spank me because it was the perfect height for him to fuck me at his leisure.

Before, during, or after. He quickly stripped me, leaving only the metal

collar Daddy had given me as a symbol of his ownership. I was allowed to

take it off whenever I was in the house, but I loved it so I never did. Max

respected that.

“Up you go,” Max said, helping me onto the bench. There were two

padded shelves for me to place my hands and knees on, with a taller ridge

between my legs where I could rest my body if I needed to. Max secured

my wrists, strapping me in with leather restraints. He did the same with my

ankles. I was able to look back over my shoulder at Max, but not much

more. He could have prevented even that if he’d wanted, but neither Max

nor Daddy would prevent me from making eye contact with them. At least,

not without telling me exactly what was going to happen. “Now,” he said.

“What to deliver your punishment with, hmm?”

“What?” Always before he’d used his hand. He delighted in rubbing

my ass as he spanked me. I suspected he loved the heat radiating from my

skin as the punishment grew more and more intense.

“You didn’t think I was using my hand this time, did you?”

“Yes!” I screeched. “Yes, I did!”

Daddy burst out laughing, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

“You pushed Max just a little too far, Kitten. You know how he worries, yet

you actually hid from him and stayed hidden even after he called out to you this time.”

“I did not!”

“Kitten.” Daddy stroked my cheek, catching my chin in his fingers

so he could make me meet his gaze. “You admitted you were playing Hide

and Seek. Hide is in the name of the game.”

He had me there. I pouted.

“Yeah,” Max said, running his fingers lazily down my back until he

reached the base of my spine. “Pout all you want, it ain’t workin’.” He gave

my ass a hard swat, making me yelp.

“Hey! No fair! You didn’t warn me!”

“No one said either of us had to warn you, pet,” Daddy reminded me

and chuckled. “Remember? Punishment should happen when the infraction

happens so as not to confuse a pet.”

“That was Papa Victor’s stupid idea,” I grumbled. “But he’s not here

so it shouldn’t count!”

“Keep it up, Kitten,” Max said with an evil chuckle. “The more you

protest, the more spanks you get.”

I gasped, ready to protest, but quickly snapped my mouth shut even

as I looked over my shoulder. Yeah. One look at Max and anyone could see

he wasn’t kidding. And he was looking forward to the extra punishment.

“Why do you have a fascination with spanking my ass?”

“Because your ass blushes beautifully when I spank you. It’s my

favorite shade of pink.” He gave my ass a slap before rubbing the spot he’d

just abused. Of course, that got a sharp yelp from me. “Also,” he leaned

close to my ear as he spoke, “I know what’s in store for you tomorrow. It

makes me hard just thinking about it, and when I get hard I always want to

involve you.”

“Well, involve me in the fucking. Not the spanking!”

Max gave me a sinister grin. “But you know how we take such great satisfaction in seeing your red bottom when we fuck you.”

“Max can bring that exact shade of pink that drives me wild, Kitten.

Bringing him in to help with your discipline was a good decision on my

part. Also, I just love watching him move when he spanks you.” Daddy

winked at me. “It’s a work of art.”

“Not for my poor bottom, Daddy!” But it was a token protest at best.

I’d do anything for these two men. Anything. Because I trusted them, and I

wanted them to find enjoyment in my body any way they could.

Max selected a paddle and twirled it in his hand. He’d definitely

used it before. I knew I should question what was happening tomorrow, but

I was having trouble thinking past the coming punishment. “Daddy!”

Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Let’s get on with it so Max can fuck you.

Clearly, he’s been needing a fix.”

I groaned and laid my forehead on the bench. Looked like I was in

for a long afternoon. “Please, Max,” I said. “Will you please spank my

bottom until it’s red?” I added the last knowing they’d hear the exasperation

in my voice.

“Ready yourself, Kitten.” Max leaned down and kissed my bare

bottom, first one cheek then the next. I whimpered, but arched into his

touch. Yes, punishments hurt, but Max was as adept at knowing my limits

as he was at pleasuring me. Only Daddy was better, though Daddy let Max

help with my punishment more and more. I suspected it was because Daddy

enjoyed watching Max punish me. Max got off on spanking me, and Daddy

enjoyed watching the two of us together.

Then the paddle came down on my ass. Smack!

I gasped. It had hurt, but it had sounded worse than it really was.

Smack! Smack!

Max stroked his hand up my thigh, rubbing gently. “Very good,

Kitten. You’re doing so well.”

“You only hit me three times!” I wailed my response, knowing there

was more to come.

“True,” Max said with a soft chuckle. “I imagine it’ll get worse

before it gets better.”

“You’re an ape!”

“Now, now, Kitten. No name calling.” Daddy moved up to stroke

my face. He knelt down slightly, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me

passionately. “Now, before Max continues, why are you being punished?”

“Because Max likes spanking me?” That earned me a smack from

Max’s hand and I yelped. “OK! OK! I’m getting punished because I hid

from you and Max.”

“That’s right, Kitten. And you know how it worries Max when he

can’t find you.”

“Yeah, but what fun would it be if he didn’t care?”

“So, you’d rather worry him?”

“No,” I grumbled. “I’m just saying.”

“That’s what I thought. So you’ll take your punishment like the

good little Kitten I know you are.”

I huffed out a breath. “Fine.” I looked back at Max. “May I have the

rest of my punishment now, Max?”

“Well,” he said with a grin, “when you ask so sweetly.”

My groan turned into another yelp when he let his paddle fly once

more. Over and over he swung his paddle. I tried to hold back my cries, but

it was soon more than I could do to keep silent. When Max stopped his

paddling, I thought that was it and I sagged in relief. Sweat coated my body

and my ass felt like it was on fire. Then he started in with his hand.

“Hey! I thought you were done!”

“I was. With the paddle. Gonna need a few smacks with my hand to

get that beautiful shade of pink I’m looking for.”

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned, laying my forehead on the bench just behind

my bound wrists. I got the feeling Max was just giving me a little extra as a

reminder not to play Hide and Seek with him again.

Then Daddy was there, brushing my damp hair away from my face.

Kissing me softly. Praising me. “Almost done, baby,” he said. “You know

Max has to fuck you to finish punishing you.”

“D-do I g-get to c-come?” The stammer was partly from crying and

partly because I was so fucking turned on I could barely form words.

“Nope,” Max said immediately. “Naughty Kittens don’t get to come.

You know that.”

“But this was the worst punishment ever,” I cried. “Please let me

come!”

“Not this time, Kitten. This is an important lesson. You’re never to

hide from me. What if there had been an emergency? What if the house

were on fire and you didn’t know it? If I can’t find you, I can’t keep you

safe.”

He had me there. “I understand.” I sniffed.

I heard Max rip open the condom packet, then he stroked my pussy.

Of course, it was dripping wet. I’d learned that I was always fucked after

being punished and my body responded like one of Pavlov’s dogs. The only

question was whether or not I got to come. Either way, I craved it. Craved

the sex after Max or Daddy had spanked me. It was always so intense. Even

if I didn’t get to come it was an experience like no other. I wasn’t sure if

they’d figured it out or not. If they had, my ass was in trouble. Max,

especially, would look for reasons to punish me just so he could fuck me

and let me come.

“You ready for my cock, Kitten?” Before I could answer, Max slid

inside me in a smooth, wet glide. I was still strapped down to the bench,

unable to do anything other than take what he gave me. And give it to me he did. He hardly gave me time to adjust before he began to pound inside

me.

Max gripped my hips as he rode me hard. My ass stung when his

flesh met mine in a hard rhythm, tempering the pleasure with just that little

bit of pain. He was relentless, fucking me harder than he ever had. His

fingers dug into my hips as his cock filled my pussy over and over. He

growled above me and occasionally slapped my ass with his hand,

continuing my punishment even as he took his pleasure.

“Naughty little Kitten,” he bit out. “Dirty Kitten. Sweet, dirty little

Kitten.” The pounding I was taking was teeth clattering. My breast bounced

with every surge. His cock fucked in and out of me, swelling as his pleasure

built. I could do nothing to urge him on. Nothing but talk to him.

“Fuck, Max! Your cock’s fucking me so fucking good!”

“You like my fuckin’ cock? Like it in your fuckin’ pussy?”

I looked over my shoulder at him and bared my teeth. “Yeah, you

bastard,” I bit out. “I fuckin’ love you fuckin’ me like this. Your cock

swelling inside me. You using me like a fuck doll!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Max smacked my ass again. I thought he might

come, but he kept pounding inside me, not relenting or giving into the

pleasure. “Fuckin’ little bitch! You like me using you? Using you to get my

rocks off?”

“I hate it!” I shouted. “Hate every fucking second of it!”

He started, apparently shocked at my response, then narrowed his

eyes at me. “Lying to me, Kitten?”

“What are you gonna do about it if I am?”

“Oh, Kitten,” he shook his head, his tone going dark. “Now you’re

gonna get it.”

“Do it, Max,” I hissed. “Fuck the shit outa me like you want to do.”

He did. While I continued to watch him over my shoulder, Max’s fingers bit into my hips. His hand kept coming down on my ass as he

fucked me. His gaze never left mine. The muscles and tendons stood out in

his arms, shoulders, and neck. He was… magnificent.

Looking straight into my eyes, Max shouted, his nostrils flaring as

he prepared to shoot his cum inside me. His cock swelled inside me with

every thrust. I cried out, my scream broken by his fast, staccato rhythm.

Sweat flew from Max’s body as it worked mine at a frantic pace. Sweat

soaked my own body from the furious way Max drove me higher and

higher but refused to give me permission to fly over the edge into my own

orgasm.

Then, finally, he roared his release, shoving himself deep inside me.

His cock throbbed, beat, stretching me with each pulse as his cum exploded

into the condom separating us.

I felt like I was going to explode, I was wound so tight. I’ve never

needed to come so badly in my life.

Max groaned and slipped out of my pussy, the condom still on his

semi-hard cock full of his spunk. He gave a satisfied growl before slapping

my ass once more for good measure. Then he gave an upward swat to my

upturned pussy with the flat of his hand. I cried out, expecting the

stimulation to send me over the edge into an orgasm. No such luck.

I groaned loudly, laying my head down between my arms, forehead

on the bench. My ass was still up in the air. I knew I was dripping with

juice. One strong breeze across my clit would have shoved me over the

edge. Just as I was lowering my ass, planning to rest my bare mound on the

padded bench I straddled, Daddy stepped forward and swatted my ass.

“None of that, Kitten,” he said. He tried to frown, but I saw his lips

twitch. He was enjoying himself. “The second your pussy touches that

bench you’ll come all over it and I can’t have that.”

“But Daddy!”