I let my head hang and scrunched my eyes closed tight, if I couldn’t see them then maybe I could forget they were there. I would pretend their voices were in my head, part of an elaborate fantasy, rather than a few feet behind me.
His hand struck firmly against my ass and the satisying murmurs echoed around me; I felt my insides begin to squirm. It wasn’t a fantasy, they were there, watching me.
I needed to focus and as his hand came down a second time I knew what to do, count.
As if he had heard my thoughts he gave me three and four, one on each cheek.
By five and six, he’d found his rhythm.
Seven and eight, a little harder.
Nine and ten, the warmth was starting.
Eleven and twelve, I knew I’d be colouring nicely.
Thirteen and fourteen, the sting was little distraction.
Fifteen and sixteen, they’d all be able to see.
Seventeen and eighteen, they’d have watched that gentle pink.
Nineteen and twenty, darken several shades.
He paused, his hand sliding gently over his handwork. He took his arm from across my back and spread me with both hands. The voices weren’t quiet anymore, I couldn’t pretend they were in my head.
“She seems to be enjoying this” the woman’s voice broke through the chatter. “May I?”
There was no audible response but from the increased weight of his elbow against me and a little dig of his fingertips, I knew. Her finger brushed against my lips and a breath I didn’t know I was holding escaped all at once. She dipped her finger just slightly and pulled the wetness down to my clit, circling it, teasing. I wanted to fight against it but my hips couldn’t resist a gentle sway.
“She seems to enjoy this too” I could hear the smirk in her voice. “Let’s see how much more she enjoys it after ten more.”