Chapter 3: Please, Not on the Bare...

Continued from chapter 2:

Paige grins wickedly, leaning down to murmur in Hazel's ear.

"Come on, Hazel. Don't tell me you don't want to. Look how hard he is already."

She punctuates her words by running a finger along the straining fabric of my underwear, tracing the outline of my erection.

"He's all yours."

I try to struggle, but Raven and Paige are surprisingly strong. I gasp as I feel Hazel's small hands tracing my bottom through my underwear, her touch tentative but curious.

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"Hazel... please..." I breathe hard, my voice shaking. "Are you really going to do this to me?"

Hazel's hands still for a moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, she places one palm flat against the curve of my ass. Her touch is gentle but firm, and I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

"Ero," she says softly, and there's something new in her voice—something steady and sure. "I think... I think you want this. Don't you?"

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Hazel's breath hitches as she feels my firm bottom beneath her palms. Her heart pounds in her chest as she wrestles with her conscience and the overwhelming urge to give in to temptation.

"I... I don't know if we should be doing this," she stammers, even as her fingers dig into the supple flesh of my rear, marveling at the way the thin fabric of my boxer briefs strains against my muscles. She can feel the heat radiating off my skin, and it makes her own core throb with need. "It's so wrong, and I could get in so much trouble... B-but maybe just a little tap?"

"I'm so sorry, Mr. A," Hazel whispers, and then she spanks me.

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The moment her palm connects with my clothed bottom, a jolt of electricity shoots through her arm straight to her core. The sound echoes in the night air, and I let out a soft moan. Hazel freezes, her hand still pressed against the reddening spot on my underwear, hardly believing what she just did.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across Paige's face as she watches the scene unfold. She leans in closer, her breath hot against Hazel's ear.

"Mmm, listen to him moan for you, Hazel," Paige purrs. "I think he likes it rough."

Her own hand slides down to grasp my straining erection, giving it a firm squeeze that makes me gasp.

"Why don't you try again," Paige continues, "but harder this time? Really put some power behind it."

Raven takes this opportunity to hook her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pull them down to the hollows of my knees. I squirm and wiggle on Hazel's lap, my erect penis coming into contact with her bare thighs.

"Nooooo," I protest, my voice breaking. "Please, not on the bare."

Hazel gasps, feeling my hardness against her skin, her eyes widening.

"Uh, Paige, Raven," she says, her voice uncertain. "He's hard right now. This is really awkward. What do I do?"

Raven chuckles darkly as she exposes my bare bottom to the cool night air. She runs a single finger along the cleft of my ass, tracing the curve of my buttocks with deliberate slowness.

"Shh, don't fight it, Ero," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "Just relax and let Hazel take control. I bet she's dying to feel your naked skin against hers."

Hazel whimpers softly as she feels my hard cock pressing insistently against her inner thigh. Her own arousal is growing, a damp patch forming on the mound between her legs. She rubs her thighs together, biting her lower lip.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," she breathes.

"Open your thighs, Hazel," Paige commands.

When Hazel parts her legs, Paige reaches under me and positions my hard penis between Hazel's thighs.

"Now clamp them together," Paige says. "Hold him in place."

Hazel does as instructed, and the sensation of her warm, silky inner thighs clamping around my throbbing erection sends a shudder through my entire body. I can feel every pulsing inch of myself, hot and hard against her sensitive skin.

"And yes, you can do this," Paige continues, her voice dripping with confidence. "You need to do this. You have a hot guy in his mid-thirties bent over your knee with his bare bottom in the air. When are you ever going to have another chance like this?"

Hazel takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Paige's words echo in her mind, urging her to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Slowly, hesitantly, she raises her hand and brings it down on my exposed bottom with a sharp smack. The sound rings out in the night air, followed by a guttural moan that escapes my throat.

"Oh god," I gasp.

Emboldened by what she is doing to me, Hazel begins to spank me with crisp, confident strikes that are no longer tentative. My bottom pinkens under her palm with each impact. Raven and Paige encourage her with whispered praise while they peel away the remaining clothes from my body, leaving me naked, spanked, and far too old to be entertaining this.

As Hazel continues to rain down spanks on my reddening bottom, Raven and Paige work in tandem to strip away the rest of my clothing. They make quick work of my shirt, buttons flying in their haste to expose my torso. Soon, I lie bare and vulnerable across Hazel's lap, my age-defying physique on full display.

Paige's eyes roam hungrily over my naked form, drinking in every detail. She leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers.

"Look at you, Ero," she says, her voice dripping with dominance. "So helpless, so at our mercy. I bet you've never felt this young, this alive."

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To be continued in chapter 4...