“So what’s your answer then?” he asked, his eyes wide, his fingers tapping on the desk.

I couldn’t resist stringing him along for a bit.

“I’ve been thinking it over, and I am not sure…”

Connor walked into the office at just that moment and gasped dramatically. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re not going to join in!” He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well…” I paused for effect. I tried not to look at them because I knew if I did I’d just laugh.

“We’ll up our bet to fifteen thousand.” Matt said in a level tone. His finger was still tapping though.

I really hadn’t been playing for extra money and the new offer panicked me into giving the game away. “Oh, I was only playing with you. I wasn’t after any more money. I was going to say yes, I was just being cheeky.”

“Really?” Connor looked relieved. “Well, our offer still stands—”

Matt looked stern. “Does it? I don’t see why it should, she was playing us for fools.”

“Look, I’m sorry lads, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just thought—”

“I’m not sure I want to continue with this whole thing if you’re just going to play games.”

I could feel tears pricking at my eyes. I really had only been kidding about, but now my fantasy come true was slipping through my fingers.

Connor leaned in and whispered in Matt’s ear. I waited, wondering how I could explain that I was genuinely interested. Matt nodded and the very barest hint of hope showed through the grime of my disappointment.

“Okay, Connor has come up with an arrangement that might work.”

I nodded eagerly. I probably looked like a loyal dog eager to please my master.

“We will continue with the wager and up our stake to fifteen K as promised if you are willing to take a punishment for being cheeky.”

“What punishment?”

“Fifteen spanks, right here, over my lap.”

“Oh.” I was a little scared by that prospect. I had been attracted to the idea when it was Connor’s cute arse on the line but could I really do it myself? I wasn’t too sure.

“And I’ll open the office door a crack so the act will count towards your bet total. What do you say?” Connor’s blue eyes sparkled and I could see how eager he was for me to say yes. Looking from one man to the other, I realised that I had been skilfully manoeuvred into this position. This had nothing to do with real punishment and all to do with starting off our week of activities with a bang.

“Okay.” I let the word rush out of my mouth before I could overthink it. “I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” Connor jumped a little and clapped his hands together with glee. As he scurried to the door I walked towards Matt. “Okay, over my knee, now.”

I hesitated. I was afraid I’d hurt him. I’m not a waif of a woman by any stretch of the imagination and I didn’t want my first proper sexual interaction with the lads to turn into a farce. “Matt, are you sure? I’m not so very light, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Now!” He snapped. “Get over my lap, girl, and stop with the insubordination. You will call me ‘sir’ and you will do what I say as soon as I say it. That was your first and last warning, Miss Black. “

“Yes, sir.” I rushed the last few steps over to him.

He’d pulled his chair away from the desk and turned it to the right. After opening the door. Connor sat in the same spot I’d occupied the day before. I draped myself over Matt’s lap with my more anonymous end pointing towards the door. If anyone came past they wouldn’t instantly know it was me.

“That’s better. Let’s have that level of obedience immediately in future, Miss Black.”

“Yes, sir.” My fingers brushed against the floor and I pressed them down to help me balance. The blood rushed to my head as it hung, and for a moment I regretted my decision to go through with this whole crazy dare.

Matt raised my short skirt over my buttocks. A zing of pure sexual arousal filled my body with warmth.

“Nice knickers,” Connor remarked. I smiled over at him.

“Hush, boy.” Matt scolded. “Don’t distract her or you’ll be next over my knee.”

“Sorry, sir.” He replied and winked at me. I was pretty certain that a threat of physical punishment didn’t hold any kind of fear for him whatsoever. He’d enjoy every spank of it.

“As pretty as this lacy little number is, I want to spank your bare skin.” Matt pulled the red, racy knickers down, over my bottom.

I was very aware of how surreal the whole thing was. I’d barely even kissed the man before and here he was pulling off my undergarments. It felt delightfully dirty.

“Okay, brace yourself. I will not hold back, this will hurt. If you wiggle or try to cover up your delectably delicious arse you will receive five extra spanks. If you do it more than once your remaining spanks will become strikes with the cane. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said again. It seemed they were the only words I could say.

The first spank surprised me a little, but didn’t hurt. It was a pleasant sensation, feeling his strong hand make contact with my buttock.

At the third spank I felt the sting. Up until then I had been lost in contemplation, considering the strength of his hand, the insistent press of his burgeoning cock against my stomach and the gaze of his boyfriend prickling over my skin.

My kinky fantasy had come true. I had imagined myself in this position or something similar all weekend since I had seen Connor’s punishment on Friday.

Then it hurt. The slaps were not soft and teasing but firm and aggressive. The higher the count increased the more I yelped and wiggled with each impact on my tightened skin.

“Oh come on now, be a good girl, I haven’t got into double figures yet and you’re wriggling about making it all difficult for me.” Matt snapped.

“I am sorry, sir,” I tried to hold myself still as the next spank arrived. “But I’ve never been smacked like this before.”

“I’m surprised,” he replied without stopping in his continuous reign of punishment. “You’re such a naughty girl with such a delectable soft bum. I feel honoured to be the first to spank it.”

The pain didn’t exactly go away but something else began to burn through it. My hot bottom was over-sensitized, and a melting heat flared up inside of me that shot pleasure

straight from my pussy to my brain and everywhere in between. “I think she’s getting it now, boss,” Connor exclaimed with glee. “Her face is glowing with arousal.”

“She’s a natural,” Matt added. “A real slut who just needed opportunity to shine.”

The moment the night air hit them, Ryan turned and pulled Tara against him. Tara tipped her chin up to face him, sliding her arms around his neck, and their lips brushed briefly before she felt his hands catch her waist and then his mouth was on hers.

Will.

She laced her fingers into his hair, stroking the back of his neck. Ryan growled, a low rumble that she could feel in his throat, and a gasp escaped her as Ryan’s lips left hers for a second before returning with force, his tongue entwining with hers.

Oh God, Will…

She felt his hands slide down her back, cupping the cheeks of her bottom. A wave of heat flooded her stomach and she moaned into his mouth, pressing forward against him as her inner muscles clenched with desire.

No. Not yet.

Steeling herself, she pressed her mouth hard against his before pulling back, fighting to catch her breath. Ryan moved in for another kiss, but Tara placed her hand on his chest. “Wait.”

“Wait for what?” Ryan’s voice was ragged.

Let him think he’s weakened you. “I don’t…” She lowered her head as if concealing a virginal blush. “I don’t do this on the first night.”

Ryan stilled, breathing heavily, and Tara allowed herself a moment of triumph. Calling it the first night implied there would be a second night, made men anticipate the pleasures to come.

And they would come. She knew that now. But not yet.

“In that case…” She felt his hands cup her face and opened her eyes to meet his, pupils wide with intensity as Ryan spoke. “I’d better let you go back to your room, right?”

“Right.” Tara laughed softly, partially out of relief. She moved back further, meaning to leave, but Ryan’s arms tightened around her and pulled her in for another hard, savage kiss, his hands jerking upwards to clench in her hair. As he released her, she staggered and heard his low chuckle. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Tara threw her hair back and straightened up to her full height. “Tomorrow.”

She could still hear him laughing as she rounded the stern.

“It was mostly my idea,” Matt butted in. “Before Connor tries to take all the credit for it.” He waved his hand in front of Connor’s face before he could protest. “We want you to join in. We want to see which of us can do the most blatantly sexual thing in public but not just that… No, the number of public sex sessions will count in the bet, too.”

I must have looked confused because Connor came closer to me.

“We’d score each action and add up the figures at the end of a designated time period. So masturbation in the loos will score pretty low, maybe a two out of ten but all-out-naked sex in a corridor would be a ten.”

“Right, who decides this scale?” I asked. I was surprised that I was even contemplating joining in but I couldn’t deny how much I had enjoyed watching the lads. The idea of taking part thrilled me.

“We’d do it together. Write a list of scenarios and decide their scores.”

“And what does the winner actually win?”

“Well, money of course. We were thinking ten grand was a decent sum.”

“Ten grand? You must be joking. I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Well maybe you could pay in sexual favours instead then.”

“What?” I shook my head. “I mean, what? I thought you two were gay!”

Matt winked. “Nah, darling, we swing both ways.”

“So you’re seriously suggesting I pledge ten grand worth of sexual favours as my side of the bet?”

“Yeah, we reckon a weekend of being our sex slave would cover that.” “Really?” I hadn’t realised I could do that one eyebrow raise thing until that moment.

The boys both nodded emphatically.

“But wait, won’t I be at a disadvantage? You’re in a couple and I’m just me. And I am sure as hell not just going to grab random men around the office to shag for the sake of a wager.”

“Oh, hell no, Caroline, we’d not inflict that on you. There is a severe lack of sexiness in this work place for you to choose from.” Connor exclaimed, leaning casually against the desk. The one he’d leaned over to be fucked.

“You’d have us to work with.” Matt sat in his swivel chair and turned it to face me.

“But that’s still not fair, you spend more time together. You’ll have more time to plot your escapades.”

“All right then… How about we factor in a score for surprise?” Matt asked.

“How do you mean?” Connor asked the question that was just on the top of my bruised lip.

“Like we give extra points for the most spontaneous fucking. So if I grab you in the lobby and press you against the window and fuck you then and there I’d get extra points for the fact you’d not been expecting it. So that way it discourages planning for all of us.”

“Oh right, I see.”

“So what do you think? Do you want to accept our wager?” Connor tried very hard to sound uninterested but his enthusiasm sparkled in his eye.

I was still struck by the image of being fucked in the foyer window and couldn’t think of an answer immediately.

“Oh Connor, let the lady think it over.” Matt looked over at me and sighed dramatically. “Please excuse him, he just has no patience whatsoever. Take some time to decide. Tell you what, come and find us Monday morning and tell us your answer then, use the weekend to think it over.”

“Okay,” I replied with a nod. “Thank you, I will. I need to get my head round this. I’ve never been a betting girl and this, well, this is something pretty major.”

“It’d just be for fun,” Connor said. “The bet is just to add a little urgency to matters.”

“Did we decide on time period for our, erm, activities?”

Matt waved nonchalantly. “I don’t know. How about a work week, five days, does that seem reasonable?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay then, we’ll see you Monday first thing then.”

“Yeah, you will.” I stood up. My knees shook but I did manage to take a step towards the door.

As I walked past Connor his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

“I hope you’ll say yes,” he said and pulled me into his body. “And I hope this sways your decision.”

He pressed his lips to mine violently. He never let go of my wrist during our kiss. When he released me as quickly as he’d reeled me in I gasped. I couldn’t get my head around what had just happened. He’d kissed me. My body was alive with lust. I wanted to grab him to force my kiss on him. I wanted Connor to see how good kissing me could be when I was in control and knew what was happening.

“I hope you say yes, too.” Matt smiled and offered me his hand in a gentlemanly manner. I took it and smiled. I yelped as he too tugged me tight to his hard body and forced a kiss upon me. I say forced but really I can’t say I endured it, I loved every moment of being pressed against him, my mouth surrendering to his.

When he let me go, I was fuzzy headed with lust and anticipation of what the forthcoming week could hold.

“Good arguments for your case, gentleman,” I said and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you Monday.”

What a day it had been. What a day indeed.