Chapter 23

Chapter

Twenty-Three

APOLLO

I’m not angry. It’s only human nature for Daphne to do what she did. But regardless, penance has to be paid. The men know what she did, and the other pets can see that she has removed her tail. If I let her off with just a verbal warning, there will be chatter from everyone behind my back that I’m nothing but a pussy-whipped husband. The weak Godwin brother, which sadly, my brother often had the reputation of being. But from now on, the name Apollo Godwin will not come across as weak or out of control.

A public discipline session is the only answer.

She jumps the moment my hand smacks her ass.

“Oww!” she squeals, her toes rising on the floor and her hands moving to cover her rear, protecting herself from further punishment.

I will not allow her discipline to be over that easy. If I do, how will it make me appear to the other men? I take hold of her body and bend her over the table where we just had our meal.

“Put your hands above your head.” My lips nearly at her neck as I lean down, moving her hands, placing them on the table before us. “Don’t move,” I warn, bringing my hand back down to the curve of her ass before swatting her bare behind again.

Her hips jump and her toes push up, moving her backside slightly higher. I’ve never spanked anyone with an audience before, and though I would prefer to have this little spitfire back in my room in private, I have no choice but to show all the men—and their pets—how I treat my bunny when defiant.

This embarrassing and shameful act is on her. I warned her to behave.

It’s high time she takes my threats seriously.

Her firm ass on display for all to see turns me the fuck on. I know it’s obvious my cock tents my pants, but no doubt Daphne’s curves and smoothness of her skin are doing the same thing to every man watching. I want to not only spank her ass, but touch and taste the sweet cream that drips from her pussy.

She is wet. I can see it glistening back at me. Begging for me to lick it off of her.

My hand comes down repeatedly, smacking her bottom from the crease all the way down to where she sits. I don’t want to bruise or blister her rear by spanking her too hard since the shame of a bare bottom spanking in front of others should be punishment enough. But with every searing swat, Daphne grows wetter and wetter. The harder I spank, the more she seems to enjoy it, which only makes me want to crash my palm against her flesh even harder.

She whimpers and gasps, moaning with pleasure. I watch the swelling of her pussy as I spread her legs further apart to swat the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

I smack up against her pussy, hearing her sharp gasp as her legs slam shut, capturing my hand as her hips thrust.

Oh yes. I can see…

My little pet wants me to finger fuck her with all to see. No shame. No bashfulness. Lust has taken over.

“You want to come, my bunny?” I ask, leaning closer as her legs unclench and my fingers dive into her wetness, stroking her folds and the fire between her thighs.

She nods as an erotic mewl escapes her lips. Her body tightens and eyes squeeze shut as her passion seems to grow right before my eyes. She keeps her hands above her head, her fingers splayed out before her like an animal clawing, gripping and tugging at the wood under her grasp. Daphne’s lips part and her breathing rushes out deeper and heavier as my fingers caress the folds of her wet pussy, teasing her clit, circling her toward orgasm.

Eyes are all on us. I know it. Daphne has to know it.

Being at The Vault has taught me one thing …

My wife appears to be an exhibitionist and a masochist. I fucking love it.

Let’s show you off, my love. Let’s show you off.

I pet my wife’s wetness, feeling her swell under my ministrations as her insides clamp down, clenching onto my finger as I add a second. I thrust my fingers in a curved motion, as her hip grinds into my palm. My other hand comes up to smack her reddened ass repeatedly. Daphne cries out with each searing swat as she trembles against my palm, gasping and moaning.

“Do you want to come, my pet?”

She nods in response.

“Answer me with respect,” I command as I pump my fingers in deeper and harder.

She moans and thrusts her hips to meet the motion of my hand. “Yes, please,” she barely whispers.

“ Yes , please , what?” I stop moving my fingers and slowly pull out as a punishment for not answering properly. Respect is everything in my world, in this room, at The Vault in front of these men. If she doesn’t give me the respect required, I will steal it from her.

Thrusting her hips back to force my fingers in deeper, she cries, “Please, sir . Please make me come.”

Relieved that I don’t have to take the punishment to an even harsher level, I praise, “That’s my good pet.”

I can see, hear, and feel the orgasm travel through her body as I watch her toes curl, her hands clench, and feel her juices coat my fingers.

“Feel free to scream loudly, princess. Let everyone hear just what a kinky pain slut you can be.”

She cries loudly as her entire body stiffens and then quivers on the table.

As her body calms, I slowly withdraw and lean down, pushing her hair to the side, kissing a soft path against the pale skin of her neck. “I expect you to behave from now on. Are we clear?”

I slap her ass harder than all the times before combined.

She doesn’t even flinch as her euphoric bliss seems to take over her body.

“Yes, sir,” she murmurs, still panting from release. “I’ll behave.”

Daphne

“Are you wet for me?” Apollo asks.

My voice shakes as I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I want you to tell me why you’re wet. I want everyone in this room to hear your words. Speak loudly.”

My pussy throbs at his question, the warmth spreading through me as his finger swirls over my puckered hole, forcing a whimper to slip from my throat.

“I want to please you.”

“Good answer,” he says and pushes into my bottom hole, the wetness from my pussy having soaked the wood of the table as he uses my juices to thrust his fingers in past my dark entrance.

The throbbing grows with intensity as he pumps his single digit in and out of my hole. “I want to stretch you, make you ready for when I claim you, my pet. Have you been picturing my cock inside of your ass instead of the tail? Is that why you removed the tail?”

I don’t know the right way to answer. Does he want the truth? What is it he wants to hear? I don’t want to humiliate myself anymore since I know all eyes are on Apollo and what he’s doing to me, and yet I also know not answering can make things a hell of a lot worse.

“No.”

“Wrong answer,” he says.

I hear giggles from the other pets as one finger turns swiftly to two as he pushes inside of my ass, stretching and giving me both pain and pleasure as he surely can smell my scent of arousal.

“Once you have my cock buried deep in your ass, you’ll change your mind.” His breath tickles my spine, and as he withdraws his fingers, he plants soft kisses over my lower back, forcing my hips to grind against the edge of the table.

I desire more than just his kisses over my skin. I want to feel his breath on my pussy and his tongue lapping at the juices that flow freely from me because of him. “I want your tongue on my clit,” I admit, the words blurting out in an instant. My sexual desire is taking over all reason and control.

Apollo chuckles. “Will someone please hand me her tail?”

A moment passes, feeling as though it goes on forever. I know the dreaded tail will be returned to its “home” but the worst part is that the entire party will see it stretch me to impossible lengths as Apollo inserts it back inside of me.

I feel the hint of lubricant as he slides the bulbous head of the metal plug in past my tight hole. I squirm and shift my hips, finding the strain of the flesh of my anus uncomfortable as it fills my bottom.

Apollo continues to push the implement fully inside until there is no further for it to reach, as the plug’s girth feels heavy and wide inside of me.

“Stand up,” Apollo commands.

Careful not to push the tail out, I keep my ass clenched. Doing as he instructs, I stand naked in front of him.

“It’s time for us to head home,” Apollo announces. The thick undertones of his voice and the warning in his eyes tell me I am not to hesitate in the slightest.

I stand by his side so he can take my hand in his. I’m too ashamed to look over my shoulders at the other men and their pets. I had wanted to please Apollo, and yet, I didn’t.

Apollo says his goodbyes and we exit The Vault. Olympus is waiting, and hopefully a husband who isn’t too upset with my behavior.

One step.

Two.

I walk toward the unknown.