***LONDON’S POV***
I feel light kisses brushing my skin and when I open my eyes, I spot Zane above me his full body weight supported by his elbows as he reigns kisses on me.
“Humm Daddy?” I squeal out.
My voice sounds ragged and I don’t even know what time it is.
“Time to wake up, baby. I need to feed you so that we can have a big girl talk,” he says and my memories from earlier comes spreading through my head.
“Fuck!” I whisper, knowing I truly fucked this up.
“You are mad at me,” I blurt out.
“Nothing a small punishment wouldn’t settle. Now, get up from this bed before I fuck you,” he says forcing his body away from mine and I yawn, lazily dragging my body out if the bed.
“I’m tired and my head hurt,” I say softly.
He fills a glass of water and passes it to me.
“Drink everything,” he orders and I comply.
When I hand him the glass, he sets it aside.
“I’ve picked out clothes I want you to wear and follow me downstairs when you are ready,” he explains.
I nod and he points at the dresser and my jaws drag open.
Turning to face Zane, I frown when he has closed the door and is gone now.
“I can’t go down in such clothes,” I say more to myself than at him.
The short nightie shorts were hanging on a anger beside the dresser and the innerwear that goes with it is precisely thing, showing off my perky nipples
Without arguing, I put it on. Slipping into my slippers and stretching out my taut muscles.
I walk into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I needed a fresh breathe, especially when the former one smelled like beer and tasted really bad.
Looking at myself in the mirror now, I look fully rested, but the bandage on my forehead is a sign that last night was real, and thus morning too.
The only thing is that I’ve got Zane pissed off really bad, and I bet no amount of apology is going to wipe out our sins just yet.
I apply a hinge of makeup on my face before I walk out of my bedroom, rushing to meet Zane downstairs.
What started as me wearing a sexy lingerie became crazy when I spotted the other ladies wearing almost the same flimsy night gowns like mine, but in different colors.
“Hey, girls, what is going on? We all have telepathy now to read one another’s minds now?” I demand sounding very childish smiling.
They frown at me.
“You wish. It’s a uniform the men picked for us, I bet we are getting punished for being reckless last night,” Cecily says.
She is the most quiet of us all, but she also looks terrified, as if taking punishments from her husband would really cause her to break.
“What is that? Don’t be ridiculous please,” I mutter.
Zane clears his throat beside me before he deposits a plate of corn bread and chili before me.
“My favorite, thank you, Zane,” I exclaim and he just walks away.
Only the ladies were eating and I notice that it was only water that was on the table as well.
“Could I have orange juice, please?” I question and all the men just chuckle before walking outside.
“Am I some sort of joke now or what?” I wonder out loud.
“They keep doing that when any of us ask a question. This means they are truly mad at us,” Casey says.
“Then we would need to apologize,” Cecily counters.
“Do not worry, Cecily, you will have enough time to apologize,” Mia says confidently and I shudder, wondering what this is about.
We eat and the tension starts building when we hear chairs being moved around in the main room.
“Oh, God. Did our men tell us what we were going to face this evening?” I question hating the silence.
The ladies all shake their heads and the air in my throat tightens up only a little.
“I hate being kept in ignorance,” Cecily sighs out.
“Torture is part of their punishment plan then. They want us to think highly of what is going to happen to us,” Mia exclaims.
“How do you know so much?” I ask out of curiosity.
Instead of answering me directly, she gives a glance at all of us at the table and exhales, this becoming our little secret too.
“I know that everyone of you here gets punished by your husbands for being naughty, huh? When then is this surprising to us all? We were naughty last night and got into a lot of trouble, it is just fair they punish us for that,” she mouths and and I feel chills running down my spine.
“Accurate,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know the Vincenzo men found pleasure in punishing their women, for y’alls mouth, I have to admit it is the truth. But Russell only goes hard on me when I am bratty and wouldn’t cum,” Cecily explains.
“Same here,” Casey replies.
“Me too,” I answer gently, not seeing a point to refuse them the right to know, after they’ve shared a piece of themselves with me too.
*
When we finish eating and clear the table, I wash the dishes and Mia wipes them.
On the last once, Rio walks in and orders us all out.
If I would have taken the hint on his black sweat pants and t-shirt, I would have known something was very off, but I didn’t.
“To the main living room, ladies,” he states and we all walk past him, heading to the living room.
My heart hurts from this little walk and mostly because I don’t know what to expect.
Zane is a very practical man, thus, I am not surprised when I see him on the sofa, his legs spread wife before him.
The other men are in position too. Rio is the last to enter and the click he makes at the end is so visible that it twists my heart a little.
The door is locked, that means no escape for us.
GASPS! SHUSH NOISES.
I follow the sounds of the gasps and on the table at the corner of the room are a set of punishments material.
The air in my throat gets rasped and as I stare at the ladies, I see the fear in their eyes reflected with the one in mine.
“Shit!” I murmur silently.
Russell starts speaking and I think that is better because Zane wouldn’t even look at me.
“Good evening, ladies, I hope you all enjoyed your dinner,” he says and we muffled our responses.
With a stern glare from his part we give out a unanimous yes reply.
“Good. I bet you all know why we are having this meeting,” he asks and I start squirming on my spot.
If I thought Zane was any scary when he was mad, then, Russell is a beast. He looks like a shadow of the man he normally is and all the blood is rushing towards my head.
I feel embarrassed and the night hasn’t even commenced yet.
The silence is Don Russell’s cue to continue.
“We the men went out for three days and upon entering the house, there was no woman to welcome us. Is it fair for a man to go on a business trip and return without having his woman’s warm body to welcome him?” Don Russell demands and I steal a glance at my friends, we all look guilty, but no one is looking at him.
“Anytime you leave a question unanswered is a smack added to your strokes already,” Alex says crossing his slender knee over the other.
Casey meowls beside me and I bit my lower lip from letting it shiver so much.
I know Zane, he wouldn’t spare me a stroke for the life of me, thus, I stare at my shoe.
“Whose idea was it to go out clubbing?” he asks his voice deadly now.
We still don’t answer.
“No reply? I see you want to be brats huh? I will show you what happens to brats. Zane grab your woman,” he orders and like the speed of light, Zane has me against his chest and he pulls me towards the table beside the one set with punishment tools.
“Start flogging until someone owns up,” Don Russell says and Zane grabs a wooden spatula.
“Not the spatula please,” I beg, fear from the last time he went down with a spatula on me.
It was hard to sit my ass down for days.
“Whose idea was it?” Zane demands and I look down at my feet.
“Silence means you are cooperating,” Rio barks out from behind.
Damn it, it was his wife. I don’t want to get Mia into trouble, but I know we are already in trouble.
“On your tippy toes, little girl, and I want your hand on your head, it gets worse if you put your heels to the ground,” Zane warns.
“Please, don’t,” I beg but he pulls down my flimsy nightie, exposing my panties.
Fuck! My ass is exposed and everyone in the room can see it.
So far, it’s a turn on, but I feel so humiliated, I just can’t hold back.
“For the last time, London, whose idea was it to put all of your lives in danger?” Don Russell asks as I watch Zane grab the spatula with the fat head.
Tears are burning down my eyes already.
“I can’t tell,” I whisper.
Zane doesn’t wait for Russell’s order, I feel the smack and then the burning heat spreading across my bum bum.
“Owwwww! Aaah! Owie!” I cry out and I can’t even keep my weight on tippy toes, my hands reach for my ass but Zane grabs them, man handling me as he brings them back above my head.
“Don’t piss me off, young lady, keep your hands above your fucking head or I will tie them,” he warns.
“Please stop!” I whimper, my eyes glossy with tears.
“Are you ready to give me a name?” he demands.
I shake my head. “No,” I murmur.
“Wron. Answer,” he spits out.
I lost count on the blows I receive, but they come in long and fast, short and wide, I was panting and gasping for air when he landed the tenth stroke.
I couldn’t take it anymore, then, I hear Mia’s voice break through the room, her cries alongside.
“It was my idea, please leave London alone,” she begs.
Zane releases his grasp on me and I twirl my head to the side enough to see Rio walk over to his wife.
“You put everyone in danger?” he demands his face close to hers.
“I… I… Am sorry,” she mumbles.
Rio’s large hand graps around Mia’s neck and he squeezes it until I see her pupils dilate and roll in her head.
He releases his grasp on her neck and Mia gasp in long gulps, looking frantic as she burst out in tears.
“You silly girl, do you know how terrified I was that something must have happened to you?” Rio demands.
I watch how his muscles contract beneath his tight black t-shirt and I close my eyes in fear of how this man was restraining his power from going all commando over his wife.
“On your knees,” Rio orders.
Mia falls to the carpet, her eyes shooting at her man’s own, she looks hurt, but I could also see the desire burning in her eyes.
Immediately, I watch how Rio releases his belt and his cock bubbles out of his pants.
“You are going to take my cock, and I would fuck your little pink mouth. When I am done, I will deny you my cum, do you know where I will cum? On your face and your neck, not forgetting your large titties,” he mused and Mia shakes her head.
This wasn’t a punishment, it was degradation, and this man was going to content himself on cumming on his wife’s body in front of every one.