One minute Alena was enjoying the pleasant tugs on her nipple that elicited shivers up and down her spine, and the next the lake water shimmered below her as she found herself braced at the waist against the rail. With her hair tied up in the back, she could see them take up a position at her sides, the swaying of her dangling breasts when they pressed against her again adding to the ignominious position they maneuvered her into. With an abrupt yank, her bottoms were shoved down to pool between her feet and leave her buttocks vulnerable to the lake breeze, hot sun, and their hard hands.
She knew what they intended before the first dual, sharp smacks landed on her cheeks and she jerked against the stinging heat. Biting her lip, she refused to cry out, or look up to see if the Hirsts or Carlee were watching, or question why what should be humiliating was so damned arousing.
“There’ll be more than three people watching this weekend,” Nash warned her as they both slapped her again, her skin warming nicely under his hand, her slit already glistening with proof of her arousal.
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