You'd think I'd have learned my lesson, but no. Not me. I just had to push. About a week ago, I got mad at Mister because he came home late from work, which wouldn't have been a problem, but he didn't let me know that, and I had made a very delicate shrimp dish, which was rubber and gross by the time he arrived home. He apologized, and we ended up throwing away the shrimp and just eating the salad. Since then, I've been mouthy, stubborn, and worse, ignoring his texts. So. Here I am, draped over and locked to a brand new spanking bench.

The bench was totally adjustable. Once strapped in, my legs could go from tightly together to spread widely apart. My arms adjusted similarly. My hips could remain level or pulled up, giving access to wherever Mister wanted to be. He began in front of me, holding a bar of Ivory soap. I closed my eyes, knowing what was heading my way. He unzipped his trousers and exposed his cock. I licked my lips.

"That's it. You're going to suck me off, my bad little slut, until I have three soap sticks all nicely carved. By the end of tomorrow, you'll have had all three where they belong." He continued, but I didn't answer as my mouth was now full of delicious cock. "For the next twenty four hours, you will primarily be strapped to this bench. You'll have a few breaks to stretch and nap. Of course, you'll sleep over there," he pointed over toward the single bed in the corner of our "dungeon." Slowly, he slipped the first soap stick into my anus. I moaned.

"Yes, that's unpleasant, isn't it? Don't even think of taking your mouth away until you've made me come. That's better. I'm close, so focus. That's it. That soap better not slip out of your ass either," he warned.

He grabbed the back of my hair close to the scalp and thrust in deeply. I gagged, but couldn't move. A moment later, his sweet, hot cream shot down my throat and he gave my ass one hard slap before stepping back and tucking himself back inside his jeans. I could turn my head, watching him as he picked up a bucket and moved it, I assumed, between my legs. I closed my eyes, knowing what that meant.

He patted my ass and said, "There you go. I'm going to watch a bit on the telly, love. I'm sure I'll hear when you're ready for the next step in your ordeal."

I closed my eyes, wanting to crawl away. Could this possibly be more humiliating?? With my legs spread, I had no way to control what would surely come pouring out of me—fairly soon, given the amount of cramping that had begun! Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, after an intense cramp and an ignoble splash, Mister turned off the telly and came up behind me. Using a garden hose on low strength, he washed off my ass and dumped the bucket, rinsing that as well.

There was a knock on the door, and I jerked to look at him as best I could. He ignored me and went to the door. "Wesley! So glad you could join me. Come on in. I've got her all set up."

Wesley. His cousin. Shit. Wesley was funny, intelligent, and merciless when it came to discipline.

"Great. Well, shall I start?" he asked.

"Yes. You first. I've just given her mine in the mouth. I'll need a bit longer to recharge."

"Perfect. The soap should have cleaned her out well for the moment. Does she know the plan?

"Nope. Not in detail anyway. Thought that might add to her punishment."

"Excellent. So, Joy, you've been a naughty little slut haven't you? Don't answer that. Speak only to use your safeword or when we specifically give permission to do so."

He ran his hand up my completely exposed slit. I heard some shifting of clothing and assumed he was disrobing.

"Apparently, you've been a royal pain in Mister's ass lately."

He thrust his cock balls deep into my anus. I screamed and fisted my hands, but strapped in as I was, I couldn't move, which, in all honesty, I wouldn't have anyway. Yes, the pressure of his cock inside of me was intense, but it was because of the shock of his entire cock plunging inside of me than any pain that had elicited the scream.

"So, he has decided that an appropriate punishment would be to discipline your ass until it's in just as much pain or at least discomfort."

Mister was standing in front of me, and I craned my neck to look up at him, tears streaming down my face. He held a shockingly large silicone butt plug and a bottle of peppermint oil. He smiled down at me as his cousin fucked my ass.

Now. Now I understood. For the next 24 hours, more if I continued to misbehave, my ass, anus, and mouth would be used by these two indomitable men. Wesley's cock was enormous and he fucked without regard for my own comfort. Despite this, or maybe because of it, I screamed with pleasure, my body trembling with the pure joy of primal pleasure. Soon, I felt Wesley shoot his hot spume deep inside of me.

Before I could recover, he was standing in front of me, dripping cock in his hand. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and accepted his dirty cock inside my mouth. Meanwhile, Mister was behind me inserting the peppermint covered plug. I squealed, receiving a sharp slap on my ass for a reward. When Westly felt I had cleaned him well enough, he stepped back and replaced his cock back in his trousers. Mister had the plug fully seated inside of me.

"That peppermint will burn for about half an hour or so, but it won't damage you in any way. Enjoy it, slut. Because the next thing to go in your smart ass will be another soap stick and we know what will happen after, don't we," Mister explained. "In the meantime, Wes, how about a game of pool."

Sure enough, by the time the burn was subsiding, The men were back. Mister removed the plug and immediately replaced it with another stick of soap.

"There. This time, though, instead of a cum clean out, I'm going to use two bags full of clear water."

I wanted to cover my face with shame, but since they were strapped down, I couldn't. I was, though, grateful that my face was downward.

Once this horrible ordeal was finished, Mister, bless his soul, took his place between my legs. He even pressed in lube before he eased his cock inside my well cleaned out ass. He took his time, having come once already. As he fucked, he AGAIN made me recite my misbehaviors. I was not going to be allowed to enjoy any part of this. Except I was enjoying it. I loved the attention, the constant fullness, the men demanding I behave myself, and most importantly, being held accountable for my intentional actions! I loved it all.

I couldn't help it. Somewhere in the middle of my recitation, with Mister balls deep inside of my ass, I came. Waves of pleasure washed over me, drowning out every other thought or feeling. The entire world had become the voices of Mister and Wesley, my humiliation, and the cock in my ass. Mister continued to fuck me, increasing his speed and force until he too found his pleasure, shooting his seed deep into my bowels.

"Well done, cousin!" Wesley praised. "Joy? You okay?"

"I am, sirs," I murmured. "I'm so very much okay."

"Good," Mister panted. "Because you aren't finished yet."

With that, I felt something cold and hard enter my stretched anus. A plug. I moaned and pushed back just a tiny bit. Both men chuckled. Once it was in place, I was unbound from the bench. Mister carried me to the bed and tucked me in. He kissed me and said, "Don't think this is over. I said twenty-four hours of discipline, and that is exactly what I meant. In the morning, I'll come down with breakfast for you. After that, I'll remove the plu,g and you'll receive your third and final soap stick after you're back on the spanking bench. Wesley and I will both again fuck that needy, smart ass of yours and then, depending on how you behave, you'll either be plugged again for the rest of the day and released from bondage, or you'll be figged and whipped before being plugged with the vibrating plug."

I blinked up at him. I absolutely hated the vibrating plug. It was uncomfortably large, and he could make me come at any time and for as long a time as he chose.

"If you behave, though, your continued punished will be that I only use your ass for the next month. Agreed?"

"Yes, Mister, agreed. And thank you, Mister, and thank you, Wesley, for following through with the discipline I crave. I love you both," I murmured.

Mister kissed the top of my head and left me in darkness. Before drifting off to sleep, I resolved to accept everything tomorrow with grace and dignity. A month of ass fucking sounded marvelous.