I'm Just Imagining Getting Bent Over Price's Knee And Spanked With His Belt In Front Of The Boys. Not

I'm just imagining getting bent over Price's knee and spanked with his belt in front of the boys. Not even because YOU did anything wrong, but because THEY got into trouble. Price wants to teach them a lesson through your humiliation.

"See what happens when you disobey orders?" Price growls, tightening his grip on the back of your neck. His breath is hot against your shoulders.

"Y-yessir..." You hiccup out, tears spilling down your cheeks. You blink them away, only able to see your boys' silhouettes standing feet away behind the desk.

He lashes your bare backside again and again. The feel of the canvas belt welting your skin starts to become unbearable. You can't help but sob as you take more and more.

"Captain-" Gaz tries.

"Did I tell you to speak, Sergeant?" Price huffs. He drops the belt. The metal clink of the buckle hitting the floor makes you sob in relief. You don't have to look up to see the pained expressions on your boys' faces.

"Your recklessness has endangered our entire operation, including Miss Care here." Price continued, his voice hard and cold in a way you hoped to never hear it again. "Do you think this is the worst that would happen if Makarov got his hands on her?"

Silence.

You refused to look up at them, certain to see their immense discomfort.

"Or Valeria? Or Shepherd?"

"Shepherd's dead!" Soap hissed. Judging by the silence that followed he knew he'd fucked up by speaking again. You bit your bottom lip.

Then you were flipped around.

You were still over Price's lap, pants and panties pulled down beneath your ass, but now faced away. Before they couldn't see your naked back end, and now they could. Hot shame washed over you as Price rubbed a hand over your burning skin. He gently spread your legs apart, showing them everything, down to your swollen core.

"Just because Shepherd's dead you think it's over?" Price hums. He let two of his fingers trace your lips before spreading them apart. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of the cool air hitting the entrance of your sex.

"There's still Graves, his shadows, and all of Shepherd's friends in high places." Price huffs. He gently rubs around your clit with one of his fingers. It's not enough pleasure to make your head swim, but it is enough to make you squirm.

A full palm cracks against your ass and you squeak.

"Stop moving." Price warns.

"Y-yessir..."