She's gonna regret this.

Oh, she's gonna regret this so hard. She's not being smart.

She smirks sweetly at me. I tug at the cuffs. Why are they not giving in? The fuck is this bullshit. They're plastic. Every fucking single thing I buy of plastic breaks the first three days I have it. But these? Jesus.

And I have five other pair of them, so it doesn't matter if I break these. I tug again, harder this time. These fucking sons of a bitch—

I'm free! My right hand is fucking free!

I smirk when I see her terrified face. Her jaw is slightly dropped, eyes wide. I quickly reach over to my left hand and free that one too before flipping us over. 

"Sir, I was just playi—" "Were you?"

I thrust in her, hard. She won't be able to sit for days after this. I fucking swear. She'll remember this for a long ass time. You can't play with me.

She gasps and grips my arm. "I'm—sorry!" I don't listen, because I know one thing. She is not sorry.

And it's not like she needs to be sorry, nah. I'm completely fine. It's just not my thing, being a bottom. But still, I thought she was fucking submissive and suddenly, you get this.

"You thought you could you could tie me up without any consequences?" She nods and whimpers at the roughness of my thrusts. "You really thought that? If so, you are a very stupid girl," I comment.

She nods again. I smirk, "Thought," I thrust in hard, " Wrong."

She whimpers again. "S-sir, please, I won't do it again!" I cock an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure you won't. Not after I'm done with you."

I pull out and she flinches, perhaps on the tenderness down there. I chuckle, "Oh, you poor little whore. If it's sore now, I wonder what it'll be like in a second."

She stays curls up on the mattress, but I can feel her burning eyes on my back as I walk to the nightstand and pick up my phone. I roll my eyes at the texts I got. 

I know she took a picture and sent it to them, but I don't mind. I mean, I did it with hers too. She's only doing what I did, and I wouldn't do anything to her if I didn't like it—except tying up or punishment. Hell nah.

Loser: LOSER LMAO Today, 4:04 pm

Are we sure it's my fam?: SCARLETT TIED YOU UP AHAHAHA Today, 4:04 pm

He can't even cook: Glad it was you, bro Today, 4:05 pm

Can't handle a gun: damn you look good in pink fluffy cuffs Today, 4:06 pm

I scoff. 

Today, 4:36 pm @ Aaron you'd look better bby

Can't handle a gun: ahwww Today, 4:37 pm

Are we sure it's my fam?: stop being gay Today, 4:38 pm

He can't even cook: yeah we already have owen for that Today, 4:39 pm

Loser: HEY Today, 4:40 pm

He can't even cook: Hi Today, 4:40 pm

Today, 4:41 pm Leg spreader and paddle

Today, 4:41 pm Now.

Loser: BOYS WE GOING IN Today, 4:42 pm

Today, 4:43 pm Not quite

Loser: Oh Today, 4:43 pm

Are sure it's my fam?: Which spreader Today, 4:44 pm 

Today, 4;44 pm Hand and feet

Can't handle a gun: Damn, she ties one up and she's getting spanked into oblivion Today, 4:44 pm

Today, 4:44 pm You want to trade places with her?

Can't handle a gun: nah thanks Today, 4:45 pm

Can't handle a gun: we've done that enough, didn't we baby Today, 4:45 pm 

Today, 4:45 pm Okay, now it's just creepy

A knock on the door sounds and I grin. I look over at Scarlett, who's frowning at the door. I open it and the other four fuckers walk in. Her eyes widen. "Hi baby, you'll scream for us, right?" Jordan grins.

Her jaw drops. "I-I don't know?" Ethan hands me the spreader and I grin, walking to her bed. She gulps, looking up. "Still thinking no consequences are coming?"

She shakes her head and looks down. "I'm sorry, Elijah." I don't know if she's trying to get out of her punishment or is truly sorry, so I lift her chin to look at me. Her lip's trembling, so I guess she's truly sorry and thinks I'm mad or upset.

"Ahw, sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm totally good, I'm not mad at you. I just think you need to be taught you're not in control here, yes?"

She nods. I give her a small smile. "And there's nothing to be sorry about. Being a bottom is just not quite my thing. We have Owen for that, don't we?"

A grunt comes out of Owen's direction and I laugh. Scarlett frowns and slaps my arms. I cock an eyebrow, surprised she even has the guts to do this. "Be nice," she snaps. I roll my eyes, but let it slide. I know she's very protective of Owen.

I walk around the bed and stop in front of it. I place both of my hands on the frame above me and look down at her, lying down on the bed. She blinks up at me and sheepishly smiles when I cock an eyebrow, but I can see her getting wetter.

"Aaron? Where's the paddle?" I ask him. He smirks and gives it to me. Scarlett's jaw drops. "Wha—" "Get up and come her, sweetheart."

She gulps, but obeys. She slowly shuffles forward until she's in front of me, several inches lower like she always is. I gently grip her chin and pull it up so she looks at me. Her eyes are wide in anticipation.

I smirk. "You shall obey us, not the other way around. You know what I do with girls who take control when they aren't supposed to?"

She shakes her head and looks down again, but I force her to look at me. "I punish them."

Her eyes go wide and they wander over my face, doubting if I'm kidding. I'm not. "H-how exactly so, sir?"

Her voice trembles a bit. I smirk, good. And she's being a good girl right now. She probably thinks obeying me now is gonna help her, but it's not. She's already worked herself too much into trouble. 

And she's getting it now.

"Keep standing here. I'm gonna attach these to your feet, yes?" She gulps and nods. I kneel next to her legs and tie them into the leg spreader. It's steel, so she won't be able to escape. Ha. I know better.

"Bend." She hesitates. "Sir, I—aw!" I slap her ass when it takes her to long to follow my order. She pouts but bends. I tie her to the bar and stand up. I smirk at the sight.

She's bend very nicely, giving me a clear view of her ass and pussy. Dripping pussy, may I add. She might be acting like she's scared or nervous, but her wet holes say something else.

"Five spanks on that throbbing pussy, thirty on your ass for being such a brat. Got it?" She whines. "Sir! That's too much!"

I smirk. "Should've thought about that before you tied me up." I can see her pout, but I'll have her crying soon.

I walk around her and wink at her. She gulps. Guess she already knows the difference between my smile-smirk and my evil smirk.

I cup her in a rush and she gasps. I let one finger move just above her wet slit, a sweet torture. When she lets out a soft moan, I smirk and lay a quick spank on her wetness.

She yelps. "S-sir, gentle!" I cock an eyebrow and cup her again. "Gentle? You think I should be gentle? Were you gentle with me when you were tying me up?"

She has the nerve to nod. I let out a low chuckle. "Think again, whore."

She swallows, then shakes her head. "N-no, sir." I give her an approving nod. "Sounds about right. You'll count the spanks out loud, won't you?"

"Y-yes." I slap her thighs. She cries out. "Yes, sir!"

I nod again and lay another spank on her pulsing pussy. She sobs, "Three!" My eyes widen. She can't be fucking serious.

"One, slut. This is one." She sniffles. "But—" "One. Or do you want me to add ten more?" She shakes her head. "One, sir."

Fucking thought so. I spank her again and wait for her to count. She pants a few moments, then whispers, "Two, sir."

I lay three other quick spanks, wanting this to be over to start the fun part. She's sniffling after the fifth one. "Five! S-sir."

I kneel next to her and kiss her cheek. "Such a good girl you're being, sweetheart. Taking her punishment so good." I wipe her tears away and she blushes a bit. 

I stand up again and wink at Aaron. "Not sure you'll get to use this pretty ass soon, man. It's going to be pretty ruined, don't you think?" 

Scarlett shrieks while Aaron smirks and leans back in his seat. "It's going to be such a pretty color, I don't even care if I can't fuck it for a few days. Ethan will take care I see it enough," he grins. Ethan chuckles and shakes his head. 

Scarlett frowns confused, but she's smart enough to not bring anything in and wait for her punishment. Such a good girl. 

Owen tosses the paddle from the bed to me and smirks. He doesn't say anything, but I see the lust in his eyes. Scarlett's eyes widen and she whines. "Sir, what's that supposed to be?"

I smirk and show her to paddle. "That is your punishment. Or did you think it was over? You're not off the hook that fast." 

She sniffles. "Okay then..." 

I take place behind her and smirk. Fuck, I love her ass. It's gonna be bruised as fuck, which only will make it better.

"You don't have to count, sweetheart. It'll be too many to take for you," I grin. Then, I let the paddle land on her ass with a harsh smack. She screams. 

I glance at the couch and see the other smirking like idiots. Scarlett sniffles, but before she can say something I spank her ass with again. She cries out. Her ass is already a bit red, so I rub the sting away.

Her bending position makes it easy to hit all of her ass in one hit. It's perfectly on display for all of us, which makes it even more complete.

I hit the middle of her ass, enjoying the loud smack when the paddle makes contact with her skin. She sniffles.

"Are those pretty tears?" I chuckle. She sniffles again, but doesn't answer me. I spank her with more urgency, hitting an answer out of her. She cries out, her knees trembling.

"Yes! Yes, sir, those are pretty tears!" she sniffles. I gently rub the pain away for a second again, satisfied with her answer. 

Before I continue do do the rest of the spanks, I pull my sweatpants on again. I'm not planning on fucking her again after her punishment, she'll be tired enough already.

She slowly looks up when I pass her head again and pick up the paddle again. "Sir, please, go low on me," she sniffles. I chuckle. 

"And why would I do that?"

She sobs. "It hurts!" And that was just what I had in mind.

I shut her up by spanking her again. I smirk by hearing her whimpers and screams, a satisfied wave washing over he each time she tells me to go gentle and I don't. 

By the time we hit ten, she's crying hard. Her legs are trembling, they look weak. But she's not calling her safe word, neither is she passing out. So, I go on.

I spank her left ass cheek, seeing a big red mark on it when I remove the paddle. I love how she's getting marked by me, by something she'll remember for a few days after this.

Her right cheek is next and her knee twitches. "I'm—too much," she whimpers, her hands tightened in fists. I hum and hit the middle of her beautiful ass.

It's getting purple already. I have to do this more regular.

"S-stop," she cries. My brows furrow. I hit the middle of her right cheek and listen to the sound of hard plastic meeting a delicious piece of my girl.

"Either the safe word, or no stopping," I tell her and spank her again. 

Her legs give out and she falls on the floor, face first because her hands are tied to the bar at her feet. She sniffles and stays put, seeming to have no energy to move.

I kneel next to her hips and untie her hands. Her feet are still bound, but she attempts to push herself up. It doesn't work, her arms give out too.

I look at her face, stained with pretty tears and a bit of drool. I wipe it away, but keep the tears. "And we're only halfway," I chuckle. She sobs.

I pick her up and set her down at the edge of the bed. She staggers a bit and tries to sit down on it, but I quickly catch her. "Nah uh. Not that easily, sweetheart."

She frowns confused. "Then how am I supposed to stay upright?" I give her my evil smirk and walk back to the drawer. Jordan grins. "Oh, baby. You don't even know the smallest amount of what he's capable of."

She gulps and looks at me with wide eyes. I pick the ropes and wiggle them in the air, showing them to Scarlett. Her jaw drops. "What are you..."

I walk to her and bend a little to get on her eye-level again. "Why don't I tie you up very prettily, like you thought you could do with me? It'll help those tired legs, don't you think, little slut?" 

She swallows and nods, looking down. I take this as permission and take one of her hands to bind her to the frame of the bed above her head. I tie the other one too and watch her stand on the tips of her toes.

She's struggling with the height, almost losing contact with the ground but barely. She lets out a small whimper, trying to kick off the bar at her feet. I give in and loosen it. She can't get away anyway.

She's turned to the bed, so I still have the perfect view of her ass and back. The guys have both, they have the side view.

I lay a quick spank on her ass where it hasn't turned blue or purple yet. Gotta get it all beautifully colored.

She cries out, prettily sniffling. Her tears stream down her cheeks and her hands and arms are trembling. I don't expect her to hold so long until I get to thirty spanks, maybe twenty.

The paddle hits her skin again, making her jump and flinch against the ropes. But as long as she lets me, I'm going.

I quickly hit both of her ass cheeks in two spanks, causing a loud scream through the room, followed by sobs.

After nineteen, she's almost choking on her sobs. I stop for a moment, not wanting her to get so upset she throws up. I brush her cheek and move a bit in front of her. Her eyes are a bit swollen and red, just like her ass but less.

"You can call your safe word any time, remember?" She nods and sniffles, her whole body shaking. I realize she isn't saying her safe word and smirk, standing back behind her.

The twentieth spank is a perfect one. The loud twack echoes through the room and she cries out again. I thought she'd have called her safe word by now, but she's still holding up.

Such a good girl, eager to please us.

I grab her ass, playing with the purple skin. She sobs and winces at the sting. I grin and grab the paddle again.

She screams again when the paddle lands on the perfect spot in the middle of her ass, including almost all her skin in the spank.

She starts crying more violently, "B-blossom!"

I immediately throw the paddle away and free her as fast as I can. Her legs give out, but I quickly catch her. "Hold on. Don't go anywhere, sweetheart," I mumble as I adjust her in my arms.

Owen runs to the bathroom and returns with the white, silk robe we have for her. She's crying in my chest when I sit down on the edge of the bed.

I wrap her in the robe and put another blanket around her. She's trembling hard and is in desperate need of an ice-pack. I share a glance with Aaron and he nods, walking out of the room and heading for the kitchen to get an ice-pick.

I softly rock her back and forth, slowly calming her sobs. "You did very, very good sweetheart. So good. I'm proud of you for lasting so long," I whisper in her ear. I press small kisses on her temple and hair while she calms down.

"I did?" comes her tired question. I nod, intertwining our fingers. "You did. Now let me braid your hair while you sit on an ice-pack, and then we'll go on a picnic tomorrow. Sounds good?"

She nods and closes her eyes, resting her head on my chest. Aaron comes back in the room and I place the ice under her sore ass. She flinches at the contact, but slowly melts into it.

"I love you, Scarlett," I whisper. Her eyes open a bit and she smiles. "I love you, Elijah. Now please, let me sleep."

I chuckle, playing with her fingers. "One more thing. What do you say about birth control?"