Chapter 4: He Couldn't Help Himself!

Continued from chapter 3:

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."

Chapter 4:

Her hand snakes around to cup my heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

"Don't you wish you had girls like us in your life years ago?" she purrs.

I am overwhelmed, not understanding why despite this utter humiliation, I have never been more aroused in my life. Tears warm my eyes and begin to fall as I break down and cry—a grown man of thirty-six, over the lap of a girl half my age, as she spanks me while the other two hold me down and tease me.

Hazel pauses in her spanking as she feels tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Her heart clenches with a confusing mix of guilt, pity, and perverse satisfaction. She looks to Raven and Paige uncertainly, unsure of how to proceed.

"Wait, guys," she says softly, her hand resting gently on the reddened globes of my ass. "I think we might be taking this too far. He's crying."

Raven tsks, shaking her head as she traces a finger along the tear tracks on my face.

"Shh, don't cry, Ero," she coos. "These are tears of pleasure, aren't they? You're just overwhelmed by how good we make you feel."

She cups my chin, forcing me to meet her knowing gaze.

"Keep going, Hazel," Paige encourages her, her voice sharp and commanding. "That's how you know you're doing it right. A spanking is punishment, after all, and he's a pervert, getting hard on your lap from a spanking. What a naughty boy he is, too. He's supposed to be watching you, in charge of you, and here he is—bent over your young, innocent lap, getting spanked like some sex-crazed boy at a bachelor party."

Emboldened by Paige's encouragement, Hazel resumes the spanking with renewed vigor. The sharp cracks of her palm connecting with my tender flesh fill the air, punctuated by my choked sobs and muffled moans. Her own arousal grows with each impact, a damp patch spreading across her sundress as her juices leak onto the chair beneath us.

"That's it, Hazel," Paige coos, rubbing circles on the small of my back. "Punish this dirty old man for being such a pervert. Show him what happens to boys who can't control themselves around innocent young things like you."

Raven leans in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers.

"You love this, don't you, Ero?" she asks, her voice dripping with certainty.

"Y-y-yes," I bawl, tears streaming down my face. "I don't want to like it. It's so embarrassing. Hazel, Hazel, please—be careful rubbing your thighs together. I'm going to have an accident if you keep it up."

Hazel's face turns a shade of crimson that rivals the marks on my skin. At my plea, she tries to stiffen her legs, but the friction of my rigid length against her sensitive inner thighs only makes her ache more acutely. She lets out a shaky, embarrassed breath, her grip tightening slightly on my hips.

"I-I'm sorry!" she squeaks, sounding more breathless than apologetic. "It's not my fault!"

Paige laughs—a bright, mocking sound that cuts through the tension. She shifts her weight, leaning further over my side to watch the effect she's having. Her fingers graze the base of my shaft where it meets my pubic bone.

"An accident?" she asks, her voice dripping with amusement. "Is that a threat or a promise, Ero?"

"It's... it's okay, Ero," Hazel says softly, her voice tender despite the depravity of the moment. "You can... you can let it out if you want."

She gently begins to rub her thighs together, timing her spanks with the gentle, unconscious humping I've been doing between her thighs.

"Just... let go," she whispers.

I gasp, plummeting past the point of no return.

"A... a... p-p-promise," I stammer, my voice breaking. "Hazel, Paige, Raven... please... no... not like this."

https://creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/GrGT4FAGrMdQWSkrSNRY

And I erupt, my release exploding from my tip in hot, creamy spurts of pleasure, blending with the erotic ache Hazel has lit on my rosy pink bottom. I cum hard, again and again, howling with pleasure and tears of humiliation as Raven and Paige shriek with triumph over what they've just made me do.

Hazel gently reassures me as she spanks me through my orgasm to the other side, making me feel like a well-spanked little boy who has been brave for his mommy.

Hazel's eyes widen as she feels the first hot spurt of his release coat her inner thighs. Instead of pulling away, she leans into the sensation, her breath hitching in a mixture of shock and primal satisfaction. She maintains the rhythm, her palm landing with gentle, soothing pats against his reddened skin, guiding him through the peak of his climax.

Her voice is a soft, maternal murmur amidst the chaos.

"It's okay, Ero," she whispers, "it's alright. You did so well for me. Such a good boy."

Paige and Raven are practically vibrating with excitement, their voices rising in a triumphant chorus of shrieks and laughter. Paige throws her head back, her long braid whipping through the air.

"YES!" she cries out. "Look at him! He couldn't help himself!"

To be continued in chapter 5...

https://images.nightcafe.studio/jobs/gGb24XkqsUibhdEuumsH/gGb24XkqsUibhdEuumsH--0--xxp9b.jpg?tr=w-1600,c-at_max