“Hey, Geena, are you expecting company?” asked Rachel as she set down our lattes on the table.

We were at the Peacock café for a much-needed coffee break and had snagged a perfect table right on the edge of the terrace.  The Peacock is a little used bookstore right across from my apartment building, and it’s a great place for people-watching.  Situated on Bundy Street, just across the corner from my apartment building and the Bijoux theater, it’s got old books and strong coffee and, if you can get a table on the street, it’s the kind of place you can spend a whole afternoon just relaxing in the sunshine.  The chairs on the terrace are wide and sturdy, more like thrones.  When you settle into them, you feel like a queen.

“No.  Why?” I asked, blowing on my latte to try to get it to cool.  Tendrils of steam rose from the white ceramic mug.

Rachel arched an eyebrow at me and nodded across the street.  “Well, three unsupervised boytoys are going up to your apartment.”

I set down my drink and twisted around in my chair, trying to see.  Sure enough, Mike and two others were climbing the stairs to my apartment.  I watched as they crossed the walkway and paused in front of my door while Mike unlocked the door. 

“Mike has a key.  He and his friends sometimes like to stop by between classes,” I explained.

“You need to go over there, make sure they’re not getting into any trouble?” teased Rachel, grinning.  “I think I saw Jung with them.  You know what they call him, don’t you?”

“…fun Jung?” I guessed.

Rachel tossed back her hair and laughed.  “No.  Hung Jung.”

That certainly piqued my interest.

“…Is it true?” I asked.  I picked up my latte and pursed my lips to blow on it.  I tried to sip it, but it was still too hot.  The scent of vanilla wafted up temptingly.

Rachel threw one of her arms over the back of her chair and crossed her legs, shrugging.  “Beats me.  From what I’ve heard, he’s a little bit reserved with the ladies.  Maybe he just needs the right girl to help him come out of his shell.”  She shot me a wicked grin and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I glanced back toward my apartment.  The door had been closed.  The boys were inside.  “Well, I should probably just run over and say hi,” I decided, rising.  “Watch my latte for me?”

“You betcha.  Have fun!” sang Rachel, giggling.  She probably knew what was about to go down.

I crossed the street and hiked up the stairs to my door.  When I opened it, I was immediately greeted with the sticky-sweet smell of pot and the boys’ laughter. 

The three of them had made themselves comfortable; Mike and Kyle were draped over the couch, relaxing.  Mike’s mouth was wrapped around one of my pipes, his lips a perfect pucker, his eyes closed.  Beside him, Kyle was lying on the corner of the couch, his shoes kicked off and his shirt half-unbuttoned to show off his shaved, toned swimmer’s chest.  On the armchair was Jung, leaning back and exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.

“Mike!” I exclaimed, closing the door behind me.

Mike jumped a little, then laughed, then coughed, clouds of smoke coming out in startled little puffs from his mouth.  It made him look like a baby dragon and it was absolutely precious.  “Oh!  You startled me, Geena.”

I put my hands on my hips.  “Are you smoking my pot?” I demanded.

“What?  Yeah.  I mean– yes.  You said I could share,” said Mike, flustered.  I could see a flush creeping up his broad, hairy chest to his neck.  Mike was always easily embarrassed but it came even more naturally to him when he was high.

“I meant you and I could share!  Not you and everyone else in your dorm!  Do you know how much that stuff costs?” I demanded, faking outrage.  (To tell you the truth, I hadn’t paid a red cent for it; Harry had given me the bag for free.  “A real treat, for a real woman,” he’d said, kissing the back of my hand.  Nice guy.  Kind of weird, but nice.)

Mike’s eyebrows knitted and his soft, brown eyes searched my face worriedly, trying to figure out if I was seriously upset or just messing with him.  That’s one of the things that’s so loveable about Mike; he cares so much and he’s very attentive to people’s needs. 

Particularly mine.

I winked.

Mike relaxed, just a little.  “Oh.  Well, I’m sorry–” he began.

“Sorry’s not going to cut it, Mike.  You and your buddies are in big trouble!” I interrupted.

Kyle sat up a little straighter, looking interested in this development; Jung shifted his weight, uncertain.

Mike’s blush crept further up his neck and into his cheeks, making them rosy.  “Geena, c’mon–” he began, chuckling with embarrassment.

“Don’t ‘Geena c’mon’ me, mister.  You’re a grown man.  You should know better than to take things that aren’t yours.  All of you!  Stand up!” I commanded.

Kyle bounced onto his feet immediately; Mike rose with a small groan, bright red.  Jung rose, too, reaching into his back pocket.

“I’m really sorry, Geena.  I didn’t know.  Can I pay you back?” he offered, his soft, straight black hair flopping in front of one of his eyes.

“I don’t want your money,” I said, holding my hand out to stop him.  “What’s important to me is that you learn your lesson.”

“Oh, my God, Geena…” said Mike, giggling nervously.

“Quiet, Mike!”

He shut his mouth, the corners of it quivering a little with a suppressed smile.

“How much did you smoke, Kyle?” I asked.

“Uhh… I don’t know.  Maybe a half a bowl?” he guessed.

I did the math in my head.  “So, an eighth of a gram?”

I saw Mike shift his weight a little, giving his pants a tug, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure in his crotch.  Mike, better than anyone, knew what was happening.  Really, who could blame me?  Three eligible, smoking hot young men in my room, practically begging to be taught a lesson?  No woman could resist!

“Eight spanks, then, I think, are in order,” I said to Kyle.

Jung’s eyes widened.  Mike was bright red.

“And how much did you take, Mike?” I asked.

“…a little more,” he confessed shyly, looking down at his feet.

“Then we’ll round up your punishment to ten spanks.  Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, Miss Geena.”

I turned to Jung.  “And you!  I don’t know you.  Do you think you deserve a spanking for smoking my weed?”

Jung looked from me, to Mike, to the door, back to me.  I saw his eyes dart down to my breasts; he seemed to be weighing whether he wanted to stay.  After a moment, I saw his jaw settle, and jutting out his chin defiantly, he said, “I smoked probably about the same amount as Kyle did.”

“Ahem.”

“…Miss Geena,” he added.

“That’ll be another eight spanks, then.  But I’ll tell you what, Kyle, Jung.  Obviously, it was Mike’s bad influence that brought you here, so, if either of you want to leave, feel free to give your punishment to Mike.  Or, if you prefer, you can stay here and take it with him.  Mike.  Clothes off.  Now!”

Mike obeyed automatically, pulling his t-shirt over his head.  I watched with interest as Mike’s broad, masculine body emerged; his chest was expansive, covered in a thick mat of rough, wiry hair that I found very erotic.

At my command, Kyle reached up, too, and began scrambling to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.  Mike was a little slower, less confident, but he undid the button of his jeans and stripped his clothes off piece by piece.

Jung stood up, his expression uncertain, but when Mike’s pants dropped around his ankles, it seemed to confirm to Jung that this wasn’t some kind of joke.  He cleared his throat and then, Jung began to strip, too.

Good for you, I thought.  As tempting as it was to give all of the spankings to Mike, I have to admit I was touched by the solidarity of his friends.  I guess Mike was really in a sharing mood.  And it said a lot about the character of the boys that they were all in it together.  Sort of like the Three Musketeers!

All for one, and one for all.  Let’s pull out those cocks and balls, I thought to myself, putting a hand up to my mouth to suppress a giggle.  I saw Mike glance over his shoulder at me.  Mike was finely tuned to everything I did; sometimes, I felt like he could practically read my thoughts.  We have a special connection, Mike and I; he may not be as experienced or confident as me, but he’s incredibly perceptive and attentive to my needs.  I suppose you could say we complement each other.

I walked into the center of the room and sat in the middle of the couch, my feet planted firmly on the floor, the three boys standing there bared before me.  I could see that Mike and Kyle were both aroused, the fronts of their underwear nicely filled out with their erections.

“Underwear off.  I can’t give you a good spanking unless I can get to those cheeks,” I scolded. 

Mike swallowed as he reached up, pinching the band of his underwear and sliding them down, releasing his heavy penis from its confines.  Kyle and Jung did the same; Jung, I discovered, lived up to his nickname after all.  He wasn’t yet as engorged as Mike, but I could see he had some pretty good girth.  All three of them had something to be proud of; their cocks were swollen with anticipation, and I took a moment to admire their bodies while they stood there, shuffling awkwardly, awaiting my instructions.

I patted my knee.

“Mike.  You first.  You’re the ringleader of this little operation,” I said.  “I’d like you to apologize to your friends while I spank you, for being such a bad influence.”

Mike stepped forward and lay down over my lap.  Through my skirt I could feel the warmth of his flushed skin and the heavy, excited thudding of his heart.  I raked my nails gently down his back, then grabbed the globes of his ass, kneading the skin there.

And then I raised my hand and brought it down in a firm, hard slap.

Mike yelped the first time; Kyle’s face broke into a grin and Jung’s almond eyes widened with surprise.  The two of them watched in silence as I spanked Mike, slapping his upturned butt firmly.  Mike turned his face away; I knew that he was probably mortified to have his friends watch as his skin reddened under my palm.

“Kyle… Jung… I’m sorry!” he gasped as my hand worked over his tender backside.

“…eight… nine… ten!” I counted.  I set my hand on his rump and massaged the hot skin.  “Now, Mike, do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Geena.  I’m sorry,” he mumbled into the couch cushion.

I leaned down and kissed his sensitive, reddened ass.  “Good.  Now move aside; it’s Kyle’s turn.  Why don’t you lay on the couch so Jung and Kyle can see how red that naughty little bottom is?”

“Geeeena…” he protested meekly, but he was already moving to display his behind to Jung.  I saw Jung’s shaft stir with interest; Jung looked away, clearly mortified at how his body was betraying his interest.

Kyle laid himself over my lap, his cheeks displayed for me.  I didn’t bother coddling him with any rubbing; I got right to business.  “One!  Two!  Three!  Four!” I began, spanking his right cheek firmly.  I felt his hips wriggle as he ground himself into the couch.  I moved to the other side.  “Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  …now, what do we say, Kyle?”

“Thank you, Miss Geena!” he piped.

I rolled my eyes.  “No, Kyle.”

“Oh!  I mean, uh, sorry, Miss Geena.  About the pot.  We’ll ask next time,” he said, quickly.

I gave him a little push.  “Now Jung.”  I patted my lap.  “Come on.  The sooner you take your punishment, the sooner we can all move past this.”

Jung edged over to my lap and, glancing between Mike’s cherry-red buttocks and Kyle’s, settled himself down across my knees.  I gave him the same treatment as Kyle, slapping his round little ass until it was red.

“…six… seven… eight!” I exclaimed.  “There.  And what do we say?”

“I’m sorry.  …Miss Geena,” he added sheepishly.

“Very good.  …you all know I’m happy to share if you ask first, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Geena,” they all chimed.

“I’m not mad.  Just disappointed.  You should all know better.  Especially you, Mike.”

“I know, Geena.  I’m sorry,” said Mike, nuzzling my thigh.  I felt a bloom of arousal low in my gut, an ache in my pussy at Mike’s affection and obedience.  I regretted that I’d only given him ten spanks!

Of course, there was no reason I couldn’t draw out the boys’ punishment a little more… seeing them all strip and offer me their asses for correction had piqued my interest.  My mouth had been watering ever since the first contact of flesh-on-flesh, and I didn’t think I could just leave without some small bit of release.  From the look of it, the boys were feeling the same way I was.

So… naturally, I continued to pretend to be upset.

“This is my apartment, after all.  You should all follow my rules.  For example, if I asked Kyle to pinch his nipples…”  I shot a look over at Kyle.

Kyle blinked in surprise, then grinned.  He reached up to pinch his nipples, letting out a soft moan.  His cock twitched and bobbed between his legs.

“…or if I asked you, Mike, to go get my strap-on from the bedroom…” I continued, grinning.

“Geena!” he exclaimed, blushing all over again and looking down with embarrassment. 

“Kyle, did I tell you to stop playing with your nipples?” I demanded.

Kyle’s hands flew back up to his chest.  “No, sorry!  Pinching, Geena, pinching!”

“Mike,” I said in a warning tone.

Mike rose with a groan and scurried off to the bedroom.  Jung sat up a little straighter, looking quite interested in the proceedings.  “What should I do?” he asked.

“Hmm… Jung, why don’t you stroke yourself until Mike gets back?  It looks like that cock of yours could use a little bit of encouragement!”  Jung wasn’t yet fully hard.  Kyle, though, didn’t need a bit of help; his cock was rock-hard, curving up toward his stomach, a bead of precum already on the tip.  He was pinching and tugging on his nipples enthusiastically, his face turned toward mine like a puppy dog desperate for its master’s approval.

Mike emerged from the bedroom, his erection bouncing, my strap-on in his hand.  He held it out to me, but I didn’t take it.

“Kneel,” I commanded.  “Hold it out for me.”

Mike held it out, gently untangling the straps, and I stepped through them.  “Now pull it on,” I instructed.

Mike pulled up the strap-on, gently tugging the straps firmly onto me.  His hands were warm and familiar on my thighs and my stomach; he cinched everything in place perfectly, leaving the dildo between my legs perfectly poised and ready for action.  I turned and pointed it at Kyle with a thrust of my hips.  “Stop.”

Kyle froze.

“Would you like to touch yourself now?”

He nodded, looking too excited to speak.

“Too bad.  Jung!  Hands off!”

Jung dropped his cock in surprise; the length of it bobbed, suddenly free from his hand.  Both he and Kyle squirmed a little, their aching cocks desperate for relief.

“Mike, bend over the couch.  I think, since you’ve had some fun with my weed, I should be allowed to have some fun with you.  That’s only fair, right?”

Mike nodded, still blushing; Kyle and Jung were both staring at him.  If he looked closer, he would have recognized their expressions as envious.  But mostly he was looking at the ground; Mike was always shy like that.  It was really cute and made teasing him so much more fun.

I turned to Kyle.  “Kyle, would you like to give me a kiss?”  I thrust my hips forward.  Kyle was clearly desperate to obey, his horniness making him like silly putty in my hands.  He dropped to his knees and opened his mouth eagerly.  I strode over slowly, taking my time, letting him get a good, long look at my dildo.  Six-and-a-half inches of jet-black silicone, its surface was ridged for maximum pleasure, and it was polished to a gleam.  The moment it was at Kyle’s lips, he took it into his mouth eagerly, sucking.

One of his hands reached between his legs; I pulled back. 

“Ah-ah!  Did I tell you that you were allowed to touch yourself?” I demanded.

“No,” admitted Kyle.

I turned.  “Mike, Jung, you two are behaving.  You may rub your cocks while Kyle here helps me get wet.  Kyle, hands behind your back.  You don’t get touching privileges if you’re not listening properly.”

Kyle whimpered, but he clasped his hands behind his back.  Jung and Mike quickly gripped themselves.  Mike was kneeling over the couch, legs spread expectantly; Jung stood off to the side.  Both were looking away shyly.

“Eyes on Kyle,” I instructed.

Mike looked over his shoulder.  Jung’s head turned.  The two of them watched as I pressed the dildo back against Kyle’s lips.

“Now, suck,” I instructed.

Kyle closed his eyes and pulled my length into his mouth, sucking audibly and making wet slurping sounds as he moistened the dildo.

I put a hand on his head.  “Very good, Kyle.  …Mike, Jung, how’s it going?”

“Good, Miss Geena.  Thank you,” breathed Mike.

“Jung?”

“I– I think I’m going to cum,” said Jung, looking a little flushed with embarrassment.

“No one cums until Mike does, and Mike doesn’t until I do,” I said, firmly.  Mike whined eagerly, the motion of his hand speeding up as he tugged on himself harder.  It was useless, of course; I knew he wouldn’t release himself until I had filled him up.  “Jung, hands behind your back.”

Jung clasped his hands behind his back, his erection leaking in front of him.

I turned to Mike and put my hands on his ass, rubbing it teasingly, and then spread his cheeks, presenting him to Kyle and Jung.  I could practically feel Mike radiating embarrassment; his face was buried in the couch pillows as I kneaded his flesh under my hands.  But despite all of his shyness, I could feel his lust, too, and I saw his hole winking invitingly at me, begging to be filled.

“Since you’re all in such a sharing mood, why don’t we make this a little more interesting?  Jung, Kyle, come over here.  You two can jerk yourselves off while I pound Mike.  I hope that, watching him take this punishment, you’ll think twice next time before taking what isn’t yours!”

Kyle looked intrigued; Jung seemed a little more wary.  But both obeyed as if hypnotized.  I reached around Mike’s waist to grip his shaft and offer him a reassuring squeeze; I felt him throb in my palm.

I reached down and pressed a finger against his entrance, stroking the familiar ring of muscle and encouraging him to relax.  I felt Mike’s embarrassment giving way to his arousal; his body had been conditioned to accept me, and, despite all of his hang-ups from having his friends watch the show, I could tell he was eager to take what I was about to give him.

I put my fingers in my mouth and twirled my tongue around them, moistening them, humming softly as I made eye contact with Kyle and Jung.  Kyle trembled and I saw his hand move toward his cock, but then he thought better of it and grabbed his own wrist instead, clasping his hands in front of him.

I reached over to swat his hand, leaving a bright pink mark on his sensitive skin.

“No touching without permission!”

Kyle groaned with desperation, his knees trembling under him, his neglected cock twitching as if begging me to give it some attention.

But my attention was mostly on Mike.  Having him kneel before me, his legs wide and his ass up in front of his friends, was like sitting in front of a birthday cake, about to blow out the candles.  I had waited long enough!  I reached down to offer his hole a couple more swipes with my wet fingers, making sure he was ready for me, and then I put my hands on his hips and I eased the strap-on against him, nudging his hole gently.  It opened for me readily, and the dildo slid in smoothly. 

Mike let out a weak groan and his hips bucked, his cock thrusting against the couch.  I gripped his hair and pulled his head back so his friends could see his face.  I already knew his expression was one of rapture.

Both Kyle and Jung looked intrigued, their hard-ons stiff and the tips weeping pre-cum.  Both were being good, surprisingly; I guess my aura of authority speaks for itself!

“Now, both of you grip those cocks and follow my lead,” I said, running a hand down Mike’s back and then giving his ass cheek a slap.  He jumped a little, pushing the dildo deeper into him, up to the very bottom so that my thighs were pressed into his.  Our bodies melted into each other, the familiar shapes fitting into their usual configurations, like we were made for each other.

Still gripping his hair with my dominant hand, I began riding him slowly, rolling my hips in a purposefully slow motion.  Kyle and Jung were squeezing their erections, tugging in sync with me, watching me with awe.  Mike had no choice but to watch them watch him as I held his head; he was blushing, but even despite his humiliation his mouth was open, and he was panting every time I buried the dildo back inside him.

“I think–” I said, with a push of my hips, “–that this– is a good reminder– who’s in charge.”

“You are, Geena,” gasped Mike.

“Whose apartment is this?  Whose weed?” I asked.

“Yours, Geena!”

“And whose ass is this?” I asked, giving him another slap.  He yelped.

“Yours!  Yours!  All yours!”

“Very good.  I can see you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?  …do you think you deserve to cum?”

Mike’s whole body shivered under me, so hard that I felt the vibration of it up through the dildo and against my pussy.  I wriggled my hips against Mike’s, grinding against him, feeling heat pool between my legs and build, growing like a bubble about to burst.

“I think you do,” I purred, leaning over his back to press my lips against his ear.  “I think you seem very apologetic… so I’m going to give you permission to cum now, Mike.” 

I kissed his earlobe and then thrust into him, filling him and pressing my body into his so he could feel my orgasm wash over me.  Mike came with me, his body twitching as it released all of the tension.  He ground himself into my couch, spurting all over the cushion and down his leg, moaning.

“Mike.  My couch!” I said, with fake horror.

“Oh my God,” panted Mike.

“Mike, how would you like it if some hot, sweaty guy ejaculated all over your cushions?” I said.

Mike let out a breathy laugh; I felt the rumble of it in my strap-on, still securely buried in Mike’s ass.

“No, seriously,” I said.  I looked up, grinning slyly.  “Kyle… Jung… come here.”

“W… what?” asked Jung nervously, edging over.

“Don’t be shy.  Come on.  I’m going to let you two finish.”

“On the couch?” asked Kyle, dumbly.

“Why would I ask you to cum on my couch?  On Mike, silly.  Kyle, you take his right leg… and Jung, you take his left…”

I heard Mike draw in a sharp breath under me.  I leaned over him, my hair brushing over his back, and I put my arms around him to stroke the fur on his chest.  “Shh.  Consider it part of paying me back,” I murmured.

With my gentle caresses, Mike’s muscles relaxed, and he lay spread on my couch, kneeling on the floor, his legs spread, and my dildo buried deep inside him.

On either side, Jung and Kyle rubbed their stiff lengths, their faces turned toward me.

I reached down, raking my nails over Mike’s thighs, leaving thin red lines on his skin.  Mike shivered under me, ever tremor translating itself through the strap-on and against my sensitive, wet pussy.  Heaven!

“You three aren’t off the hook yet, you know.  You’ve left a big mess in my apartment,” I said, reaching around to palm Mike’s cock.  It twitched weakly in my hand.  “But since this is the first time… I’m going to be forgiving… as long as it’s all cleaned up before you leave, I won’t hold any grudges.  I think maybe whoever cums last should be responsible.  What do you say?”

Kyle moaned; the speed of his masturbation sped up.  Jung’s eyes narrowed at him, and he sped up, too.  Under me, Mike’s wide, muscular back moved up and down with each breath; I could tell he was tense, nervous about letting his friends splatter him with their cum.  I kissed his neck softly, wriggling my cock inside him affectionately as we waited for his friends to reach their climaxes.

I have to admit, I was expecting Kyle to orgasm first, but to my surprise, it was Jung.  With a shudder and a high-pitched moan, he ejaculated suddenly, spraying ropes of thick, hot, white semen all over Mike’s thigh.  Mike’s body jumped under mine in surprise; witnessing the drama, Kyle whimpered and came in his hand, too, coating Mike’s opposite leg in his cum.

“Wow!  A photo finish… nearly tied,” I exclaimed.  I grinned devilishly at Kyle.  “But Kyle, I think you lost, didn’t you?”

Kyle was still gripping his wilting cock, his face almost as red as Mike’s.  “Yeah,” he mumbled, looking away.

“No need to be shy, Kyle!  Women love a man who can last.  But you agreed to clean up after yourself, didn’t you?  Kneel down and lick up your cum.”

Kyle dropped to his knees and leaned in.  He hesitated for a moment, then dragged his tongue up Mike’s leg, wiping away the traces of his pleasure.

He looked up, his eyes soulful.  “Do I have to lick up Jung’s?” he asked.

“…no.  No, I think you can just get a warm wash-cloth for the rest,” I said generously, caressing Mike’s body.

I moved back, slowly sliding the dildo out of Mike’s ass and rising.  Mike remained prone on the couch; his energy spent.  Maybe I’d fucked him harder than I realized; nothing energized me more than seeing the boys falling into line!

Kyle went to the kitchenette to get a washcloth; he returned and knelt to wipe down Mike’s legs.  Both he and Mike were blushing.  He hesitated after wiping Mike’s legs and looked up at me; I took the washcloth and knelt, reaching around myself to clean off Mike’s intimate area, taking maybe just a little more time than was strictly necessary to clean off his beautiful, heavy shaft.

Once Mike was all wiped down, I stepped out of the strap-on harness and held it out to Jung.  “Go clean this off and put it away,” I instructed.

“But I don’t know–” he began.

I gave his ass a firm slap.  “Go!”

Jung skittered off to obey.  I turned to Kyle and Mike.  “You two can get dressed now.  I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?”

“Next time, Geena, we’ll ask before we take anything,” said Mike, pushing off from the couch to hug my leg.  He kissed my thigh and then rose, his knees clearly a little wobbly, to pull on his clothes.  He and Kyle were both blushing and avoiding looking at each other.  When Jung returned, he was just as shy.  I grinned, watching the three of them.

“You know all I want is for you to ask right?  I’ll always say yes,” I told them.

“I know,” mumbled Mike, grinning and leaning in for a kiss, which I gladly gave him.

“Well, I’d better get back to my coffee date with Rachel.  Do you three want to stay here and smoke some more?  You’ve earned it!” I said.

“We were going to see a movie, actually,” said Kyle, checking his watch. 

“Good thing the movie theater has padded chairs, huh?” I joked.  I could tell all of them were still stinging from their spankings; my joke made their faces as red as their asses, which just made me laugh.

Mike and I shared one last kiss before I shooed the three of them out of my apartment.  We left together; they marched down the stairs and went over to the Bijoux, their cheeks rosey with embarrassment, and I crossed the street to return to the Peacock, where Rachel was sitting with our drinks, her expression smug.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone had fun!” she teased as I sauntered back to our table.

“Oh, no, no fun at all.  The boys got in big trouble, and I had to punish them,” I said, feigning seriousness.

Rachel tsked.  “Boys can be so naughty sometimes.  It’s good to be strict with them… otherwise, they never learn!”

I thought about Mike’s thick, firm body under mine, how he had let me bare him in front of his friends and accepted his punishment in front of them.  “Oh, I don’t know.  Mike is a very fast learner,” I said, smiling and picking up my latte.

Rachel rolled her eyes.  “You’re such a softie, Geena.”

I laughed.  “I don’t think the boys would agree!” I said, remembering the sharp impact of my hands on their soft, pale asscheeks, and the way their skin warmed under my discipline.  I sipped my latte contemplatively, then made a face and put it down.  While I had been teaching Mike and his friends an important lesson, it had gone completely cold.