Carrie

 

I can’t believe those two assholes were in the pub having a drink without me. I can’t believe they manhandled me into the back of the car like I’m a naughty fucking kid.

“Eddie Stevens is a stupid little shit,” Jack barks from the front. “And you’ll be staying away from him. He deals fucking coke.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” I snap. “Says fucking who?”

It’s Michael who turns to look at me through the gap in the seats. “Says fucking me, Carrie. And Jack. We both fucking say it, so shut your fucking mouth and be thankful we were there before you ended up more shitfaced than you are already.”

I stare in shock at the man who’s always been so kind to me, not recognising the angry guy who glares at me as I shut my mouth and settle down with a sneer.

The tequila has gone to my head. I downed way too many before stumbling out into the cold to have a cigarette, courtesy of Eddie and his plan to get his dick inside me. Any more and I’d be on my ass right now, most likely with Eddie’s slimy tongue down my throat.

I can’t keep my mouth closed for long, it’s not in my nature. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, both of you. You can’t fucking tell me what to do.”

And then Jack says it, he actually says it.

“While you’re under my fucking roof, you’ll do as you’re fucking told. Any more backchat and I’ll put you over my fucking knee and slap some fucking manners into you.”

Fuck, how a thrill zips through me. Fuck, how the tequila makes me want to slip my hand down my knickers and touch myself at the thought of Jack tearing my jeans down and spanking my bare ass.

I should be pissed at the humiliation of being dragged away from the pub in front of everyone – so many nosey gawping faces staring through the windows at the commotion.

I should be bailing out of this car and telling those sonsofbitches to get fucked, that I’m not doing what either of them tell me, because I don’t have to. I’m a woman now, a woman with her own fucking mind.

And her own fucking needs that neither of these two assholes are willing to fulfil.

Even though I’m drunk, I see the look pass between them. It’s one I can’t read, and that’s not something I’m used to. They’re conspiring without words, and it makes me uneasy, nervous…

Excited.

“I mean it,” Jack continues. “I’ll spank your insolent little ass until you’ve learned your fucking lesson. And don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t.”

I lean forward in the seat until my head is on Michael’s shoulder. He smells amazing. Like musk and man and rage. He stiffens in his seat as I breathe into his ear.

My voice is loud when it comes out. “Why are you letting him speak to me like that? You’re supposed to be my fucking caseworker.”

“Not anymore,” he says. “So I’d mind your fucking manners and sit back nicely in your seat, if I were you.”

But I don’t.

My thighs are closed tight, my muscles tense as my hips rock back and forth. My pussy is tingling, just like it does when I think about Michael and Jack in bed at night.

“You two are totally fucking out of order,” I hiss. “You’re not my fucking daddies. I’m not some little kid who’ll do what she’s told.”

“You will do what you’re told,” Jack barks. “And if we have to be your fucking daddies to knock some sense into you, then we’ll be your fucking daddies. I don’t give a shit.”

I suck in my breath so they don’t hear me gasp, and I can’t help it. My fingers slip between my thighs in the darkness of the backseat. And I’m wet. I’m really wet.

I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Eli ruined everything for me.

I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either.

I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Michael’s ear.

“What about you, Daddy Mike? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?”

“He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Jack snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Mike?”

Michael’s so stiff in his seat. I can hear his breathing, and it’s fast. Nearly as fast as mine.

“Just shut your mouth, Carrie, and you won’t have to find out.” He shifts his position and I wonder if he’s hard. Surely not.

Not Michael.

Not the man who said he doesn’t want me.

I want to sink into the backseat and play with my pussy in the darkness where they can’t see me, but I can’t. I can’t because I do want to find out if Michael will slap my ass. If I shut my mouth and act like a good girl, I may never get to see where this is going.

And I want to.

I really want to see where this is going. Even if it hurts.

Especially if it hurts.

“I’ll never shut my mouth,” I snap to seal my fate. “You two pricks can threaten all you like, you’re too fucking pussy to lay your hands on me.”

Jack laughs. “Just keep talking. We’re nearly home.”

My heart races as we pull into the lane by the house. I wait until we’re on the drive until I take my hand from my knickers.

I’m surprised when it’s Michael who opens the car door for me and takes hold of my wrist. I fight him, because that’s what I do best. I kick and scream and lash out and call him filthy names from my filthy mouth, and I kick and scream some more as Jack joins him and wrestles me from the car.

“Shout all you fucking want, there’s nobody around to fucking hear you,” Jack says, and I do. I shout and scream and kick out at them, but they’re strong and I’m drunk and they take me easily. Jack grips me tight as Michael opens the front door, and I feel his breath on my cheek. I feel him, too.

I feel the swell of his dick against my ass and it makes me squirm.

“You’re fucking hard, you dirty bastard,” I hiss. “Does it get you off to be my daddy? Is that what you like, you filthy cunt?”

I feel a shiver up my spine as he lifts me over the threshold, and his voice is low and dirty and like nothing I’ve heard from his mouth before.

“You have no fucking idea what I want to do to a little brat like you.” His fingers twist in my hair and tug my head back and I gasp. I actually fucking gasp. “You don’t know me and you don’t know Mike, either. I think you’re in for a big fucking surprise.”

I stare at Michael staring at me in Jack’s arms. I squirm and wriggle my ass against Jack’s hard dick and I want him.

I want both of them.

And I want whatever it is they’re going to give me.

“You’ve been a rude little bitch to Mike all this week,” Jack continues. “You think he doesn’t realise you need to learn some manners? You think he’s going to let you get away with being this much of a brat, just because he had a job to do once?”

“He’s too chicken shit,” I hiss, watching how Mike’s jaw tenses. “He’s too fucking nice to teach me a lesson.”

Jack lets me go and I’m so surprised I stumble. I catch my balance in no man’s land between the two of them, feeling so unsteady under my bratty act.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” Jack tells me as he heads past me into the living room.

“Then I guess it’s gonna have to be the fucking hard way,” I say.

It’s Michael who grabs me from behind and walks me on in after Jack. It’s Michael whose breath is in my ear as Jack takes a seat on the sofa I trashed just a short week ago.

“This is for your own good,” Michael tells me and tugs my jacket from my shoulders. “Sometimes people need tough love. Fuck, Carrie, I’ve tried everything else.”

“So stop fucking trying,” I snarl.

“Never,” he says and it takes my breath.

It takes my everything.

Never.

He’ll never stop trying.

It knocks the wind out of my sails.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “But Jack’s right. You need discipline.”

I shiver as he pops the button on my jeans and slides them down around my thighs. My eyes meet Jack’s as he stares up at me, glaring at me despite the fact that I can see the jut of his cock standing up. Michael hooks his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and I moan as he slips them down. Their clammy and they stick and I wonder if he can tell how wet I am.

“Over my knee,” Jack says, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe this is really happening as I drop myself over his lap.

His palm feels hot against my skin. My hair hangs down to the floor as I balance myself. I can feel his swollen cock against my belly and I like it.

“Remember,” Jack says. “You brought this all on yourself.”

I cry out as his palm lands hard and square. “Fuuuuuuuck!”

 

* * *

 

Michael

 

Carrie Wells has officially driven me insane.

I’m not even drunk but I feel heady. Intoxicated by the way she pushes everything to breaking point.

My cock is so hard it’s uncomfortable, and it takes every scrap of restraint not to drop my pants and jerk myself off right in front of her, regardless of the fact Jack’s right in front of me too.

She looks beautiful spread across his knees. He rubs his palm around her sweet little backside and I wish it was me delivering the first blow.

“Remember, you brought this all on yourself,” he says, and she did.

I saw it in her eyes.

I saw the devilment in her as she pushed it too far.

He hits her hard, landing a smarting blow right on her ass. She cries out and squirms on him, and he rests an arm firmly across her back.

He hits her again and she squeaks but doesn’t move. Again and she grunts.

Over and over his palm lands hard on tender skin until she’s pink and sore.

“Say you’re sorry,” Jack orders.

She doesn’t say a word, not until he’s landed a couple of extra strong slaps across her thighs.

“I’m sorry you want to be such a dirty fucking daddy,” she whispers, and I hate myself for the man I’m becoming in all this.

I hate the way her words make my balls tighten.

This isn’t me.

None of this is me.

But it is.

I feel more like me than I’ve felt in years, as though the perfect shell of monotony is cracking and falling away before my eyes.

“Say sorry,” I tell her, and she stares up at me with piercing eyes.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she hisses.

How I’d love to drop my pants and stick my swollen cock down her throat. How I’d love to hear her squeal with her mouth full. I don’t recognise the thoughts in my head, and I don’t recognise Jack, either.

I’ve known the man for a lifetime and I’ve never seen this side of him. I’ve never seen his jaw gritted in the way it is now. I’ve never seen the sternness in his eyes as he administers a lesson to a girl who so desperately needs it.

I never thought for a second I’d want to jerk my cock in front of a man I’ve known since we were boys. I never thought for a second we’d be queuing up to spank the same crazy girl.

“Be glad this is my hand,” Jack snarls. “Back in my day you got the fucking belt.”

I see her shiver, but more than that I see the way she spreads her thighs open.

Fuck.

The girl wants him.

She’s putty in his hands, even though she’s playing the brat.

Even through all her bluster I can tell it’s starting to hurt.

She flinches as he lands another slap, hisses under her breath as he catches her good across the thigh.

“I’d think carefully about when you want to apologise,” Jack tells her. “Michael’s waiting to teach you a lesson for himself next.”

She grunts as another slap makes her wriggle on his knees.

She takes three more before she screeches at the unfairness of the world and everything in it.

And then she says it.

“Sorry!” she snaps. “I’m sorry, alright?!”

But no. It isn’t alright.

“Say it like you mean it,” Jack says.

She’s looking at me as she speaks again. Her eyes are hooded and horny as she opens her mouth and gives Jack what he wants to hear.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry I got drunk with Eddie Stevens.”

“And what else?”

She takes a long breath. “I’m sorry I was… a brat…”

“Good girl,” he says and the way he strokes her hair takes my breath.

The way she arches her back on his lap and twists her head for more, sends my pulse into overdrive.

I don’t want to stop watching.

I don’t want them to stop.

And it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I can’t change how I feel.

I can’t change how filthy I am for wanting this.

I’m about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and relieve myself before I say or do something I regret. My balls are about to explode and I don’t think I can hold back from doing something insane.

But I have to.

Because no sooner have I determined that I’m well out of control with this craziness, Jack lets Carrie up from his knee.

She stands meekly. Demurely. Her jeans and knickers still gathered around her thighs as she twiddles her thumbs in front of her.

And, oh fuck, her pussy.

I’ve never seen such a pretty little pussy in all my life.

“Your turn,” Jack instructs me, like I need it. “Make sure you give her the punishment she deserves.”

I nod.

Take a breath.

And then I take a seat in the armchair.