Chapter 12: The Rules of Play

Kacie stood in the doorway, still flushed, the towel slipping from her hips as she stepped further into the room. “When I’m bad,” she said softly, her voice warm and daring, “I should be punished.”

Paul and Faith didn’t answer at first. They didn’t have to. The look they exchanged said everything.

“Get on the bed,” Faith said, her voice calm but firm. “All fours. Face the headboard, ass up.”

Kacie moved immediately, her eyes alight, climbing onto the edge of the bed. She positioned herself slowly, deliberately — knees wide, back arched, her ass offered without hesitation. Faith turned away for a moment, moving to the dresser and retrieving a small, leather case from her suitcase. She set it down with a soft thud, then unzipped it without comment.

Paul stepped in behind Kacie, hands trailing across her hips, then up to her ass. He caressed her slowly, thumbs spreading her gently. “Head down, Kacie. Ass higher.”

She lowered herself with a gasp, cheek against the mattress, her spine curving. Then came the first crack of his hand against her ass — sharp, deliberate.

She moaned — half pain, half pleasure — hips shifting instinctively.

Faith had returned to his side now, something small and slick in her hand. Kacie couldn’t see what it was with her head down, but the soft click of a bottle and the unmistakable sound of liquid being poured told her enough.

Paul spanked her twice more, slower now, her skin warming beautifully under his palm. Then she felt it — the first drop of warm lube trickling down between her cheeks, followed by Faith’s fingers spreading it gently, massaging it into her tight rim.

Kacie groaned again, lower this time, hips rocking back as the pressure increased.

Faith’s voice was soft near her ear. “Relax for me.”

Then a finger pressed inward — smooth, confident, working the lube in with a steady rhythm. Faith didn’t rush, letting her finger slide in and out, slowly loosening her, preparing her. Then she withdrew, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of three hearts beating fast and the thick, humid air between them.

Kacie didn’t have to look to know what was next.

She felt the cool press of silicone — firmer, wider. The tip of the plug kissed her entrance, and she exhaled, steadying herself.

Faith guided it in carefully, her other hand resting on Kacie’s lower back. Kacie pressed back with her hips, letting the stretch take her, breathing through the fullness as the plug slowly seated itself inside.

She moaned, long and low, when it finally settled into place.

Paul’s hands returned to her ass, stroking the curves, tapping the plug once — a small, teasing pressure. Faith leaned forward, her lips brushing softly down Kacie’s spine, then pausing to kiss the small of her back.

“Here’s what happens now,” Faith whispered into her ear. “We’re all going to go for a quick dip in the pool. Then we’re going to get dressed, and go to lunch like nothing happened.”

Kacie’s breath hitched.

“And this plug stays in,” Faith finished, her voice honey-smooth but unmistakably firm. “Until Paul or I decide it comes out.”

There was a pause — and then Kacie nodded slowly, her body humming with excitement, her mind spinning.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I understand.”

Faith smiled as she kissed her again, this time on the shoulder. Paul’s hand lingered at the base of the plug, thumb circling it once before letting go.

The rules had been given.

And Kacie was all in.