“Is it bad?” I strain over my shoulder, trying, unsuccessfully, to see my own bottom, where Michael is applying the cream.

“Are you alright, Charlotte?” asks my Master, as he appears from the house, beach towel slung over his shoulder, and sees what Michael is doing.

“No, she’s bloody not!” snaps Michael. “Look at the state of this.”

My Master peers at my butt, and sniffs. “I did have words with Kris about that afterward. I had stipulated that he was not to leave any lasting marks.”

“A fat lot of good that did!” Michael is clearly furious. “I don’t know what the hell to make of the pair of you sometimes….” Then he sounds upset. “For pity’s sake Charlotte, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. What would I do if something happened to you?”

My Master looks abashed. “Charlotte, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Michael is not so easily put down. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place! You can turn over now.” As he finishes tending my sore stripes, he slaps my backside, making his point, as I holler a loud protest.

“Serves you right,” he mutters, his voice livid.

Michael’s obvious displeasure casts a bit of a pall. He stretches out on a beach towel and picks up a book.

Feeling foolish, I lie back and try to read my own book.

As the pain-killing cream works its magic, I begin to feel better. The warm air and the company of my two Lovers enjoying the sun beside me begins to stir things inside me.

Perhaps I can cheer Michael up….

Sitting up, and carefully controlling the urge to an ‘Ouch!’ as my ass rubs on the cushion, I stroke Michael’s arm.

“If you think that’s going to stop me being mad at you, you’re mistaken,” he says from behind his book.

I continue stroking him, a gliding touch up his shoulder, and onto his chest.

Still, he doesn’t move.

Rippling my fingers through the fine golden hairs of his chest, following their line down his abs, to where they disappear below the line of his shorts, I know that I am winning, as I see the movement of a growing erection.

Gotcha!

I slip my hand under the waistband and inside, where I find his cock semi-erect, and rapidly growing. Caressing it, I rub the head between fingers and thumb. He puts his book down and groans.

“Oh, God.copy right hot novel pub