“This is humiliating, and stupid as fuck. You deserve better than this.” Aaron pulls me close, wrapping me up in his arms as the others watch. I wonder what he thinks about me climbing into bed with Oscar? “She didn't disobey a direct order; she just made a stupid decision. If anyone deserves to be spanked, it's Hael for getting us involved with Brittany in the first place.”

“Your dick is going to get us all killed,” Callum murmurs as Hael rolls his eyes, but Vic is already shaking his head.

“No. Hael's cock now belongs to Bernadette. He will not be using it on any other woman ever again. Clearly, he has a problem. Well, we've solved that problem by adding a Havoc Girl.” Victor gives his best friend a deadly look that chills me to the bone. “I've been nice enough to share my wife with you; do not fuck that up.” Victor cocks his head to the side and gives an unruly smirk, like a lazy king. “I won’t argue that Hael doesn’t deserve a spanking, but nobody wants to touch his nasty ass.”

“Except for me,” I say, and Hael shrugs, standing up from his chair with a joint tucked between his lips.

“Alright then,” he says, shoving his pajama pants over the muscular curve of his ass. He smacks his right cheek and gives me a saucy grin over his shoulder. “Spank me, Bernie. I’ll take ten, just so all’s fair, but try not to get too handsy.”

Victor smacks Hael in the back of the head, but if Hael thinks he’s getting out of this without a follow-through, he doesn’t know me very well.

“Fine,” I say, pulling away from Aaron and giving him a look. He’s staring down at me with some of that fiery determination that I noticed at the drive-in. He is really and truly done with seeing me pushed around or treated like shit. “I’ll spank Hael, and then Victor can spank me, and we can move on, yes?”

“Oh, yes,” Victor purrs, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I feel that’s more than fair, don’t you? A little humiliation goes a long way.”

“I’m not humiliated,” Hael says, his ass still hanging out of his pants. “I’m turned-on; let’s get to this.” He rubs his palms together as I approach him and Callum chuckles from behind me.

“I’m filming this,” he says, lifting his phone up. Hael doesn’t seem to give a shit.

I wet my lips and take a deep breath, lifting my hand up to cup that bubble butt of his.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Channing, but I feel like you’re taking liberties with my body.” Hael snorts, like he thinks he’s so damn funny, and I smack him as hard as I can. My palm stings because his butt is just too damn toned, but whatever. I do it again, and he groans, letting his head fall back as he takes a drag on the joint. “Mm, I’m usually the one who does the spanking, but I like this. Add a little water, and my cock could cut granite.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble, but my cheeks are flushed anyway as I spank him the remaining eight times, ignoring his groaning and murmured come-ons. Oscar stays quiet, watching the two of us with an inscrutable expression while Aaron frowns, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“This is the dumbest shit …” he murmurs, but he doesn’t try to stop it.

“Good boy,” Victor says, and Hael tosses him a look filled with contempt. He does what Vic says because he loves him, and he respects him, but he really doesn’t like being talked to like that. “Now, Bernie, pants down.” Vic snatches the extra plastic chair from the patio and parks it in the grass, like we’re on display in the moonlight or something. The other four boys watch from the porch as Victor sits down and pats his lap. “Bend over and let’s see that ass.”

“I fucking hate you,” I growl out, feeling my body ripple with rage. I’m extra pissed off because there’s a tiny little simmer inside my belly that likes the idea of Vic spanking me in front of the other boys. The idea of my ass being bare with all five of them around. The possibility that at some point, we could all be naked together …

“Hate me while you’re taking your punishment, your majesty,” Victor says, patting his lap again. “Come on now, wife.”

I grit my teeth and clench my hands into fists, but I’m going to do it, if only to prove that I’m willing to take my punishment like anybody else. I know for a fact that part of Hael’s punishment was that Brittany called Havoc, that he had to get his ass kicked by a fucking cop. Oscar would not have allowed him to do that before the DNA test results unless he intended on Hael taking a beating.

Everything this group does is calculated.

Including this.

I move over to Vic, shoving my pj pants down my hips and revealing my lily-white ass to the moonlight. Victor makes a sound of dark appreciation in his throat and then pulls me down so that I’m draped over his knees.

Unstoppable rage fills me, and I have to close my eyes to keep from freaking the fuck out. This is not my thing. What happened today with Oscar is not my thing. What is happening to me? You’re letting your guard down, Bernie. Also, you’re a slutty little perv, just like the rest of the assholes in this family.

“Mm-mm-mm,” Victor purrs, rubbing my ass with his hand and then squeezing the soft flesh with strong fingers. He smacks me hard, and I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds. “Look at that ass, Mrs. Channing. Shit, what an amazing idea for a punishment, if I do say so myself.”

“Eat shit,” I grumble, but I keep my gaze focused on the grass, trying to ignore the five sets of eyes that are on me while I’m bent over and vulnerable. I will not soon forget the feeling of being watched by all of them at once. Even bent over like this, I’m commanding their attention because, let’s be honest: it isn’t Victor that they’re all staring at with feral expressions.

“Are you just going to sit there or are you going to spank her?” Aaron snaps, and Vic pauses with his hand poised in the air above my cheeks. I can’t exactly see what he’s doing, but there’s a long pause before his hand comes down and cracks me across the ass a second time. “Jesus.”

“Aaron, you need to learn to relax a little,” Vic purrs, slicking a single finger along my wet folds before he spanks me again. “Bernie broke the rules; Bernie is being punished.”

“I still don’t see why you get to do all ten spankings,” Hael grumbles, his voice colored with lust. I can just imagine him cupping his hard cock through his boxers as he watches.

“Because I.” Victor slaps my ass. “Am.” Another. “The.” Spank. “Boss.” He pauses there to chuckle while I struggle to catch my breath, digging my fingers into the moist dirt of the lawn. Knowing they’re all looking at me, that they’re all turned on, and that I’m the only girl that can fulfill their needs … all of that helps temper some of the rage I’m feeling right now. “Six down, four to go. How ya feeling, Bernadette?”

“Can we just get this over with?” I snarl. Each second that passes while I’m bent over his lap is agony. And if he thinks he’s getting anything beyond this, he’s got a surprise in store.

“I want to savor this moment,” Vic replies easily, and I can just imagine him staring Aaron down from across the lawn.