Chapter 5: We've Barely Just Begun

Continued from chapter 4:

"No... no... not this," I whisper, but even as I protest, I'm bent over Pansy's lap. Rosie, once Pansy has me positioned where he wants me, lifts my legs and scoots under me, so he's sitting hip to hip with Pansy, and I'm lying draped across both their laps, completely vulnerable and exposed.

Pansy and Rosie settle me over their laps, the baby blue satin of my nightie pooling around my waist. They arrange my legs so that I'm draped across both their thighs, my most intimate areas now on full display.

Pansy runs a hand possessively over the curve of my rear, fingers dipping teasingly beneath the lace edge of my panties, his touch both commanding and caring. "Mmm, such a good boy, letting us position you like this. You're going to learn to love being at our mercy, pet. We're going to take such good care of you."

Rosie mirrors Pansy's actions on the opposite cheek, kneading the supple flesh with his gloved fingers, his touch firm yet gentle. "Yes, we're going to take such good care of you, sweet thing. Gonna make this cute little bottom of yours sing for us—all in good time, and only as much as you can handle."

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Pansy snakes his strong arm around my waist, holding me steady as I begin to buck, my face growing hot, my eyes warm with tears of humiliation and something else I can't quite name. Rosie traps my leg between his, anchoring me in place. I can't move. I'm trapped. This is happening.

My breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as I try to maintain my composure, even as I'm helpless to stop the two masculine hands rubbing my pantied bottom, each touch sending electric shivers across my skin.

Pansy tightens his arm around my waist, holding me securely in place as I writhe. His other hand continues its sensual assault on the satin-clad globes of my rear, kneading and squeezing with increasing pressure.

"Shh, shh, easy now, pet," he murmurs. "Just relax and let it happen. Fighting will only make it worse for you."

Rosie secures my leg between his own, effectively trapping me in place. His gloved fingers dig into the tender flesh of my bottom, pulling the satin taut and highlighting every curve.

"That's it, breathe for us, sweetness," Rosie says, his voice warm and encouraging despite the restraint. "Feel how helpless you are, at our mercy. It's okay to let go, to surrender to us completely."

"P-please," I stutter, my voice breaking. "Please don't do this."

The first tears start to fall as Pansy bends my upper half closer to the floor, effectively lifting my bottom higher—clad in baby blue satin, a helpless target, quivering, waiting.

Pansy and Rosie exchange a dark, anticipatory glance as they hear my desperate pleas. Pansy grins wickedly, tightening his grip on my waist as he arches my back, presenting my pantied bottom even more prominently.

Pansy leans down, his voice a low, seductive purr in my ear. "Aww, but why not, pet? We've been so good to you so far. Surely you can be a big boy for us and take your punishment like a champ."

Rosie's gloved hand slides up the back of my thigh, pushing the nightie higher and exposing more of the satin panties stretched taut over my quivering bottom.

"That's right, sweetness," Rosie says, his tone firm but never unkind. "No more begging now. Just focus on being a good little boy for us to play with. We're going to take such good care of you through this."

Pansy brings his palm down on the satin-covered mound with a sharp smack, the sound echoing obscenely in the private lounge.

"Please," I whimper.

"Oh, but we've barely begun, pet," Pansy says, his hand already rising for another strike. "And you're being such a good boy, taking your punishment so well."

Rosie joins in, his gloved hand coming down on the opposite cheek with equal force, creating a perfect match of pink blooming beneath the thin satin.

I burst into tears as the twink men spank my panties, helpless to stop them. I surrender to their hands slapping my jiggling globes, my body trembling with each impact.

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Pansy and Rosie continue their relentless assault on my pantied bottom, alternating sharp smacks that jiggle the supple flesh and create a symphony of lewd sounds in the private lounge. The satin grows damp with my tears and the sweat of exertion.

Pansy pauses, running a soothing hand over the reddened globes, his touch a cruel contrast to the pain. His palm is warm and steady against my burning skin.

"There now, pet," he says softly. "You're doing so well, taking your spanking like a good little slut. I bet this cute bottom is aching for more, isn't it?"

Rosie leans in, his gloved fingers hooking into the waistband of the panties, tugging them down slightly to expose the creamy skin below, still unmarked by their hands.

"Such a pretty pink, sweetness," Rosie murmurs appreciatively. "You wear our marks so beautifully."

"No, I shout, ugly crying. "Please, Pansy, Rosie...not on the bare."

Pansy and Rosie pause their ministrations, exchanging a wicked grin at my desperate plea. Pansy's hand still rests possessively on the abused satin covering my reddened bottom.

"Aww, but where's the fun in keeping these cute panties on, pet?" Pansy chuckles darkly. "We want to see all of you, every inch of this gorgeous body."

Rosie nods in agreement, his gloved fingers playing with the delicate lace trim of the panties.

"Yes, we insist on bare bottoms for our special guests," Rosie says, his voice gentle but unyielding. "It's only fair, after all. You're here to serve our pleasure, aren't you, sweetness? And we promise to take good care of you. We've got you."

To be continued in chapter 6...