David and Paul
You pull your skirt down over your hips, letting the garment fall to the floor around your ankles. You step out of it, reaching out for a pair of sweatpants to put on, but stop when you feel a presence behind you and a gentle hand on your lower back.
"God, bunny, what happened here?" David asks from behind you, his gaze trained down on the backs of your upper thighs. You crane your neck to look back at him, nonchalant in your response.
"Pauly spanked me yesterday, remember? Said I was givin' him attitude."
"Yeah, cause you fuckin' were." The male in question pipes up from where he's lounging on his bed, spinning a pen between long fingers. David scoffs.
"I don't doubt she was, but I do doubt that whatever attitude she gave you warranted these nasty bruises." David runs calloused fingertips just bellow your buttocks, his touch on the tender area making you flinch.
Paul's brows furrow. "What do you mean? I only gave her fifteen. You'd have given her twenty at least for that shit."
"Yeah, on her ass." David emphasizes, grasping your arm to lead you over to the foot of the bed. "You can't hit her on just her thighs, Paul."
"You hit her there all the time-"
"I hit her there sometimes." David corrects with a sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed as Paul sits up. "Here, look." You whimper as he pulls you over his lap with a tug to your arm, a large hand pressing your back down. "You're fine, doll, this'll be quick. I won't spank ya too hard."
"Didn't do anything wrong." You whine softly, a pout settling on your lips as you squirm in his lap.
"I know, bunny. This is just to give Pauly a couple pointers." He tugs your panties up so the material bunches between your cheeks to expose more of your flesh, keeping his arm braced on your back to hold you still. Paul scoffs, standing now to move around to the foot of the bed.
"I don't need you to teach me how to spank her-"
"Clearly you do, when you leave her thighs black and blue over a bit of attitude."
"Brat deserved it." Paul mutters, making you pout and look up at him petulantly.
"Did not-"
"Don't whine." David snaps, cutting you off. You scowl at the smirk Paul directs down at you. "But she's right, Paul." You're satisfied to see his smirk disappear as David runs a large hand over the colored backs of your legs.
"Her thighs are sensitive, mate, y'gotta be careful. You should only spank her there more than a couple times when she's really bad, 'n some bruises would serve her well." David explains. "You probably shouldn't do it, honestly, cause chances are I'll be takin' care of her if she's that bad." You whimper at the mere mention of one of David's killer punishments, but the vampire hushes the sound with a soft shhh as Paul speaks.
"Alright, then. Not too many thigh hits, got it." He says as he crosses his arms and looks down at the display with a bored expression. His words are a bit clipped, clearly over his little lesson already. David ignores his tone and hikes your panties up further, making you squirm as the material wedges uncomfortably and leaves almost the whole of your ass bare.
"Most of the time y'want a lot of the swats to land here," his rough palm gropes at the fatty part of your ass before coming down firmly on the area- admittedly less hard than his usual spanks, but still enough to have you jolting in his lap. Your squirming is put to an end when David adds more pressure on your back with his arm. "Just like that, see? Leaves a pretty print and everything. If you strike at the fleshy part she'll feel it in the moment, but it won't last."
"Is that right?" Paul says, sounding significantly more engaged now that he's seen your ass jiggle from David's blow and the faint pink handprint left in its wake. "And what if I want it to last?" Your eyes flit up to him to find his lip curled up in a wicked smirk that makes your heart thrum. David chuckles.
"Then you can give her a good few right here." You intake a sharp breath when calloused fingers trace the crease of your ass, right where it meets your thighs. "That's the sit spot. She'll be feelin' it the next day, whenever she sits down."
Your cheeks are burning by now with the way they're discussing your punishments so casually, as if you aren't even in the room. Paul's eyes glisten as he gazes down at you.
"Think I'm gonna need a demonstration of that one too, mate." The blonde haired male says, voice almost a sneer, and you narrow your eyes at him.
"Jerk"
"Watch it." David scolds, and you yelp as his hand comes down on the previously discussed area hard. "If you mouth off you're just forcin' me to really punish you."
"Sorry, sir," you grumble, hanging your head. Your ass is warm, heat radiating from the two stinging hits David has delivered so far, and you can feel the fuzzy beginnings of subspace settling into your mind in response.
"You see that, Pauly? That's where you hit if you wanna leave her with a lasting reminder ." His words fade off to you a bit as your hands fiddle with the comforter. "Five swats there would do the trick, no more than fifteen I'd say. Again, if she's bad enough to earn more than that, I'd be the one spankin' her anyway."
"Right, right." Paul agrees absentmindedly as he reaches out to hook his forefinger under your chin, turning your gaze up to him. He smirks when he meets your eye, immediately recognizing the cloudy submissiveness already brimming them. "Maybe you oughta run through 'em all one more time, Man. Make sure it really sticks in my memory."
David chuckles, well aware of the other dom's true motives. "You think so? What do you say, bunny- gonna be a good girl while I show Pauly a few more swats?"
"Yes, sir, gonna be a good girl." You immediately parrot with well trained obedience.
So David runs through them again- the tender thigh hit, reserved for major infractions, the sit spot to leave you squirming in your chair the next day, and finally the asscheek, where the brunt of the spanking should be focused. Paul, of course, watches with rapt attention. His gaze locks on both your ass as it ripples and grows reder, and your face as your eyes water and grow more glassy with each hit.
"Think you get the picture, mate?" David asks, his large hand now groping at the meat of your ass, warmed by the blows from his palm. You whimper at the rough action.
"I'd say so." Paul disparages, expression as cocky as ever. "I'd even say I'm ready to put my knowledge into practice." He reaches out, fingers stroking firmly- almost meanly- against your scalp where you lay across David's lap.
"Yeah? You wanna give it a go?" The vampire gives your ass an easy pat, and you're quickly whining at both the action and the prospect of further spanking.
"Didn't even do anything wrong," you grouse for the second time tonight, voice sweet and shaky. David coos, catching on to your docile headspace. He hooks his hands under your arms, lifting you up from his lap to stand you in front of him. You look up at Paul, giving him a full view of your pitiful pout and watery eyes, and the male lets out an insincere "aww" that has David chuckling and patting your head.
"Maybe another time."
