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sent a thrill through her.
    Never having heard the sound of leather slapping against skin before, the pain barely registered as the thwack echoed in the large room. “One.”
    The tone came wrapped in reprimand as she bit her tongue. “Two, three.”
    Lilly flinched uselessly as the blows come in slow succession, relentlessly. “Four, Five.” Without pausing, Orin continued his slow dominance. “Six, seven, eight.”
    The inundation of blows on her tender flesh seemed to peel back new layers of soreness. It didn’t seem to have an end, as the ripe pain seemed to build and sear through her. Conversely, the feel of his hard cock poking into her stomach reminded her of his ownership. Of course, the platinum rings on her finger also spoke volumes.
    Being displayed prominently for him right on his lap was painfully arousing. There was another dimension to the pain, though, a pleasure that she was almost too ashamed of to revel in.
    She liked what he was doing, a lot.
    A slow, mounting need growing with each strike, she wanted more.
    As Orin reached twenty, Lilly abandoned the idea of lying still and was whimpering. Orin was now stroking the reddened flesh of her backside as she jerked involuntarily, hypersensitive to touch. Slowly moving downward, she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his thick fingers enter her wet pussy. Squirming in pleasure, she tried to control herself from seeking out more of his touch.
    “For all of the protesting and whining, you certainly seem to have enjoyed yourself, wife. Now, let’s make you really mine,” Orin said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Over in the corner, she eyed Davis and Jacks, who were stroking their engorged cocks.
     
    * * * *
     
    The loud nay of a horse threw Lilly back into the present. Her heart was beating furiously. She remembered everything. She married him, and she allowed him to spank her and then fuck her, several times. Oh God. It was all her idea!
    She was the one who said if they wanted to fuck her, they had to marry her. Of course she was only joking, and didn’t think they would take her seriously, but they did. They followed her lead. If she hadn’t said anything, she would still be single. She wouldn’t be in this mess, and she wouldn’t be worrying if she was pregnant.
    Anger which she had never experienced before in her life fueled the fires within her.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid!
     
    * * * *
     
    Lilly was mumbling loudly, berating herself when she walked back into the house, passing each of the brothers. She never saw that Orin stood and that Davis stopped talking. She never heard Jacks follow behind her. All she could think of what she did and how in the hell she was going to get out of it.
    She knew it wouldn’t take long for her family to find out. Marriages of her kind were a constant delight for gossip at her mother’s church social on the fourth Sunday of every month. Looking up quickly, Lilly turned to see all three of them staring at her. “What’s today?” she said forcefully.
    “Uh, it’s Saturday,” Davis answered quietly.
    “No, the date! What is the date?” she asked again in frustration. If she could get the exact date, then just maybe this whole mess could be fixed before her mother’s church social found out and had it spread all over Silver Springs, and back to her father and brothers. It was a long shot, but she was willing to try anything.
    She watched as Jacks looked at his watch. “It’s Saturday, October 6 th . Why?”
    “Oh thank God,” Lilly said, letting out a long breath.
    “Who cares what the date is? We need to figure out how to fix this,” Orin said, interrupting her.
    “It matters because we have the next three weeks to figure out how to fix this marriage issue and if I am pregnant. Because let me tell ya’ll right now. If we don’t fix this before the fourth Sunday of this month, my mother’s church social will know that I am married, and they will tell her. She will tell my father, who