Page 79 of The Riders’ Reign

“What the hell am I even being punished for?” I demand. “All I’ve done is try to care for you all.”

“Oh, Camile, you’ve caused so much chaos and trouble.” Ace laughs. “And you’re a little bit bratty.”

“If anyone is bratty and deserves a spanking here, it’s you.” I turn my head so I can fix Ace with an angry glare.

“She’s not wrong there, Prez.” Ghost points out.

Jack makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “I’m not spanking Ace’s hairy ass. Even if I agree that he’s the biggest brat among us.”

“Hey, my ass is not hairy,” Ace protests. “It’s very smooth and tan. I’ve got a great ass. I could be an underwear model.”

“He’s not lying,” I agree. “He does have a great ass.”

A low rumble emits from Jack’s chest. “If you think you’re not getting a spanking now that you’ve just complimented another man’s ass while you’re lying draped across my lap, you can think again.”

I panic. “Jack, wait⁠—"

“One.”

Jack’s hand comes down on my ass a split second after he says the word. The crack echoes across the river. I’ve got my panties on, but it still hurts and my ass cheek flares with heat. I’m sure I’ll have his fingers in perfect red marks on my skin.

“Ow! Oh, my God. You barbarian.” I wriggle and attempt to get away. To where? I don’t have a clue. I’d be caught within a moment of trying to flee, but still, I feel as if I ought to try.

“Stop squirming or I’ll just add more.” Another thwack against my ass cheeks. “Two.”

I whimper and squirm again. It’s clear both my struggles and him delivering the spanking is having an effect on Jack, as I can feel him growing hard beneath me. Will this be the first time he’s had an erection in front of the others? I don’t know if he’s ever fucked a woman when he’s had an audience—perhaps he has—but this is a first for me, having him involved.

He strikes me again, and now I make sure to angle myself so the vibration and impact carry right through to his dick. He lets out a grunt when he spanks me for the fourth time.

My ass is flaming hot now, and I’m thankful for the cool breeze off the water. My skin isn’t the only thing that’s heated, though. Four sets of eyes are fixed on my backside, and the tension that’s between us could start a forest fire.

He gets to five and stops. I think it’s over, but then fingers dip into the waistband of my panties.

I know exactly what he has in mind, and I reach behind me to try to stop him removing my underwear. “No. ¡Híjole! This is so embarrassing.”

The next moment, Ghost kneels beside Jack, and his big hands wrap around my wrists, holding me in place.

There’s a glint in his hazel eyes that I’ve not seen before. I’m pretty sure this is Ghost’s secret kink, because he looks like he’s about to devour me. A tiny smile plays about his gorgeous lips.

Who knew? Ace obviously has a bit of a thing for discipline, too. As for Jack, I think he genuinely wanted to punish me, but I don’t feel like I’m being reprimanded. I also seem to have a kink for a mild spanking.

My panties are wet, and when Jack peels the material down to reveal my probably red ass to the other three men, I can’t stop the whimper that crawls up my throat.

“Five more,” Jack says.

“Jack, no!” I struggle for real now, trying to pull out of Ghost’s grip, but he’s powerfully strong, and it’s impossible.

“Keep fighting, Baby-girl, and I’ll double them again.”

I gulp, but I stop fighting. Jack reaches down and spreads my legs as much as my jeans and underwear allow, so now my pussy is exposed to the air, too. My head is spinning with sensations. The cool breeze off the river. The heat of my skin. The intensity of the men’s eyes on me.

Jack spanks me again, and again, and again. He counts them out, alternating cheeks, and spanking a little harder this time.

Every strike goes right down to my core, my pussy pulsing. Endorphins race through my bloodstream like a drug, leaving me dazed and heady. After each spank, he smooths his palm across the spot where his handprint blooms, and his fingers get tantalizingly close to my pussy. I’m groaning now, wriggling, not because I want to get away, but because I’m so turned on, I’m trying to get myself off against the hard wedge of his cock in his jeans directly beneath me. I must be dripping all over the denim, making such a mess.

“There you go, Baby-girl. All nice and pink for us.”

Ace pushes off the ground from where he’d been watching the show, walks up to me, and does a damn drum roll on my ass.