Swan's Song: the Birdcage

CHAPTER 10

The bright sunlight of noon woke Swan from her sleep. She was curled up against Master Tristan and she felt like she could stay in this spot forever and be happy. She heard his low chuckle rumble through his chest as she stretched and opened her eyes. He must have been up for a bit because he had been reading a book to let her sleep on him longer. Swan stretched up to request a kiss and he obliged her. Master Sean slept soundly still on the other side of her.

Master Tristan held his finger to his lips. Swan looked at him with confusion as he slid below the sheets and between her legs. Swan understood immediately and parted her legs for him. She gasped and squeaked as silently as she could so she didn't wake Master Sean. When Master Tristan's tongue drove her to climax, Swan had to grab a pillow to stifle her moan of pleasure. He kissed up her belly, between her breasts, and eventually her lips as her orgasm subsided.

He pulled back from the kiss and grinned at her. Swan so rarely saw his face light up that she could have burst with happiness. She cupped his face with her hand, and he turned to kiss her hand. "I love you more than anything," he confessed.

Swan pulled him to her and nuzzled his chest, "You are my everything."

He wrapped his arms around her and sat against the back of the bed again. He gently rubbed circles on her shoulder as they simply lay in silence enjoying the touch of each other's skin. After a bit, Master Tristan shifted to grab a folio from the bedside table. Swan knew Hudson delivered his reports on the household, staff and birds in those folios. He must have brought it in when they were all sleeping.

Master Tristan flipped through pages with one hand, the other still around Swan. "Hudson has some notes from yesterday here. There are a couple notes from your examination." Swan stiffened. Last night was wonderful and more than made up for the misery of the day, but she still didn't want to think about the exam again. "Hudson says you had a moment of disobedience that wasn't like you. He thinks you might have been having a panic attack caused by the exam table. What happened, love?" Master Tristan asked her gently.

Swan's heart swelled at the concern and gentleness in his voice, but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She turned her face into his chest and answered, "The sound the table made reminded me of the cages at Master Victor's." Master Tristan pulled her tight and held her. She felt his hand on her chin, turning her head and tipping it up to look him in the eye, "You never have to hear that sound again. I will never let anyone hurt you like that."

Swan's eyes filled with tears at his promise, "I know I'm safe with you." She smiled at him, kissed him, and nuzzled again into his chest.

"There's another note that the Doctor has some strengthening exercises he recommends," Master Tristan added. Swan hummed noncommittally hoping he would drop it. "Did the Doctor recommend this?" he pressed.

"Maybe. I don't remember well," Swan hedged.

"You two are so loud!" Master Sean groaned from under a pillow. He growled and grabbed Swan, pulling her away from Master Tristan to flop her on the other side of the bed. His fingers wiggled over her most ticklish spots and she squealed in delight. "No! Stop! That tickles!" she shouted over her own laughter. "I know!" he shouted back. "It's revenge for waking me up!"

Master Tristan snorted, a very undignified sound coming from such a dignified person. Master Sean turned to him while still tickling Swan, "I'll do you next. Go ahead and dare me not to."

"Ah! You're going to make me wet the bed!" Swan squeaked. Master Sean finally stopped but grabbed her face for a kiss before she could leap out of bed into the bathroom.

From the toilet as she peed she could hear Master Sean, "What's this about exercising?" She heard the movement of paper that must have been Master Tristan handing over the report. "Oh, this is simple! No big deal at all."

Swan winced at their conversation and scowled. Swan finished and flushed but hid out in the bathroom a little longer. Master Sean raised his voice slightly, "Swan, we can start these this morning, right after breakfast."

"Whatever..." Swan muttered under her breath.

Master Sean stepped around the bathroom doorway making Swan jump from leaning against the wall where she had her arms crossed sullenly. "What was that?" he asked. "Nothing," she quickly replied, "Can't wait!"

Swan squeezed around him into the bedroom to put on a robe for breakfast. Well, actually for lunch. Master Sean followed her, "Wait, do I detect sarcasm coming from our sweet Swan?" Master Tristan watched her closely with Master Sean. She felt cornered. Swan sighed in exasperation throwing her hands down at her sides, "I don't need any exercises, I'm fine! The Doctor just wants to keep making me miserable."

Master Sean took her hands, "Swan, I know that's what it feels like, but this is for your own good. We you to be healthy and strong." He kissed her on the forehead, "No more talking back, ok? We'll start your exercises after breakfast so that you can get them in a couple times each day. And that's that, right?" He looked her in the eyes and raised his eyebrows expecting her agreement. "Ok..." Swan agreed. She had to work hard not to roll her eyes as she said it.

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After a delicious brunch thanks to Hudson, and several cups of coffee, the three of them stepped into the shower. They took turns washing and pleasuring Swan. Swan, in turn, washed them and gave each of her masters a blow job that made them shout her name.

"I'm taking most of today off, but I have a few calls that can't hold. I need to be in the office for a bit," Master Tristan informed them as they toweled off.

"That works fine," Master Sean replied. "Swan and I will turn on a movie and do her exercises."

Swan scowled behind her towel. Master Tristan cleared his throat poignantly at her. Maybe she didn't hide her scowl as well as she thought. She smiled at him but thought she saw Master Sean shaking his head out of the corner of her eye.

Master Tristan quickly dressed and headed for the office. Master Sean turned on the big screen TV on the wall opposite the bed. He picked an old fashioned, black and white movie that normally would have delighted Swan. He held a sheet of paper which must have outlined the exercise she was supposed to do.

"Ok, my love! Come lay down on the bed, get comfy," he told her. Swan moved slowly onto the bed. She took her time getting comfortable, fluffing pillows. "Nice try at delaying, but it won't work. And roll over onto your stomach. You're working out your anal muscles, so you'll be more comfortable that way."

Swan whined quietly but rolled over and moved so she was facing the TV. Master Sean sat beside her on the bed, "It's only for 15 minutes, and then we get to watch the movie together." She heard him snap open a small bottle of lube and she tensed. His fingers of one hand pushed apart her ass cheeks. She felt him push a lubed finger into her asshole and she whimpered. He let go of her ass cheeks but left his finger inside her.

"Alright. Now you need to tighten your asshole and hold for 5 seconds and then relax for 3 seconds. My finger stays in your ass the whole time so I can make sure you're doing the exercise but also help to gauge your improvement this week."

"The whole week?" Swan snapped.

"Yes," Master Sean replied with forced patience. "You only have to do the exercises for one week. Stop stalling. Now squeeze my finger." Swan groaned but complied. She squeezed and held, counting to 5. Then relaxed, counting 3. "Good!" he encouraged, "Do it again."

Swan repeated the exercise and kept going. She pretended to watch the movie but couldn't stop thinking of Master Sean's finger in her ass. She hated the feeling of it. After a few minutes, she let herself relax longer. Maybe Master Sean wouldn't notice... "Swan, keep going," he immediately warned her. She sighed and started again. Tightening her asshole and then relaxing it. Squeezing Master Sean's finger with her asshole and then relaxing.

Swan finally couldn't hold herself back from asking, "How many more minutes?"

"Only 6 minutes to go."

"Six minutes? It's been forever!" she whined. But she kept tightening her asshole. She hated feeling like this, embarrassed of what she must look like.

Finally Master Sean announced, "That's 15 minutes. You did great, Swan!" He gently pulled his finger out of her ass and stepped into the bathroom to wash. Swan immediately flipped over, so glad to be done. Master Sean came back to bed and they cuddled watching the movie. Swan wanted to be lost in bliss again like she was waking up, but the exercises had put her in a bad mood. She just couldn't find enjoyment in the movie.

Eventually they got dressed and Master Tristan joined them for a walk in the garden. They played a card game after that. Swan was trying to enjoy her time with her masters, but she felt like a little black cloud was following her all day.

After dinner they lounged in the living room for a while, relaxing and chatting. Swan got up to get a cup of tea.

"Well, before it gets too late, why don't we go do your exercises, Swan? Then we can get ready for bed after," Master Sean suggested. Swan kept pouring and fixing her tea, pretending she didn't hear him.

"Swan? Sean is talking to you," Master Tristan said to her back.

Swan muttered under her breath still fixing her tea, "I don't need your stupid exercises..."

"SWAN, turn your ass around right now," Master Sean yelled. Swan had never heard him use that tone with her and she turned around immediately. "I have had it with your attitude today. You have been nothing but sullen and moody about this assigned exercise all day. We could have had a delightful day together, but you've been walking around with a chip on your shoulder! I'm done being patient. Get your ass over my lap. NOW." he commanded.

She didn't hesitate and practically ran over to him in the living room. "I'm so sorry, Master Sean. I didn't mean to ruin our day. I just hate these stupid exercises."

"Nope, it's too late for an apology. I'm done," he said as he sat on the couch and pointed to his lap. "Across my lap, now." Swan wrung her hands and whimpered. She looked to Master Tristan. Master Sean shouted, "Don't you for a second think Tristan is going is going to save you from this!"

Master Tristan shook his head at her, "Swan, you've been a pill all day. And you've been told twice to get yourself over Sean's lap. I'm surprised he isn't hauling you off to the discipline room."

Swan moaned and laid down over Master Sean's legs. She wasn't even fully settled before he was flipping up her skirt and pulling down her panties. "I'm not even going to give you a number. How about I just keep spanking you until your attitude changes, ok?" And without any other notice he started spanking her. "Ah!" she cried out as he brought his hand down hard on one ass cheek and then the other. He alternated cheeks moving the spot where his hand landed up and down her ass. She clenched her hands into fists in front of her on the couch trying her best to not reach back to protect her now fiery ass.

She had forgotten to count in her head, but Swan guessed at about 30 he paused his relentless pace. He placed his large hand in the middle of her ass cheeks and low on her ass so he was covering both cheeks at her most sensitive sit spot. He held his hand there for a moment, Swan's ass stinging underneath his touch, and let her catch her breath. He pulled his hand away and brought it back down, harder than before, on that exact spot again and held his hand there. Swan yelped in pain and tried to wiggle away from his hand. Holding his hand against her ass was making her ass sting even more. Again, he pulled his hand up and brought it down on the spot catching both her cheeks in the most sensitive place. Swan yelped again and tears streamed down her face. He spanked her hard and low like this three more times, leaving his hand against her ass for several seconds afterward each time.

"Now, how does your attitude feel?" he asked her.

"I'm so sorry, Master Sean. My attitude feels better. It'll be better. I'm so sorry. Please don't spank me anymore, Master Sean," Swan blubbered.

"Nope, you just sound sorry that your ass hurts. Your attitude sounds the same. Let's keep trying, shall we?" and he continued slamming his hand into her ass at the same position each time. Lifting his hand up high, Master Sean brought it down on her sit spot and held it there for two seconds before pulling up again.

After ten of these pounding spankings, Swan was sobbing and wiggling desperate to get away from Master Sean's hand. "How does your attitude feel now?" he asked again.

Swan could barely speak but she blubbered again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My attitude is better, I promise, I'm sorry. I don't need any more spanking, Master Sean, please don't spank me anymore."

"I'm sorry too, Swan, but it just doesn't sound like your attitude has change yet. Maybe one more round will do it," and he immediately started spanking her in the same way. Ten more of those hard slaps to her ass, Swan crying out each time.

On the tenth spank, he held his hand to her ass and asked, "How about now? Feel a change in your attitude yet?"

Swan shouted between sobs, "Yes sir, Master Sean... I will not avoid my exercises... I'll remember to do them... and I'll do them without grumbling... I promise... I won't complain about... my exercises anymore... I'm sorry I was... so difficult today... thank you for... helping me change... my attitude..."

Master Sean pulled his hand away from her fiery, stinging cheeks, "There we go! That sounds like the change in attitude we were looking for." He gently slid her panties back up over her ass, and Swan cried out as it felt like sandpaper over her raw ass. He lifted her and stood, setting her back on her feet. He held her while she steadied herself. Still sobbing and gasping for breath, Swan was having a hard time standing. Master Tristan stood up on the other side other and they waited for her to catch her breath, not hurrying her. Her breathing finally slowed and her sobbing eased into light hiccups.

She looked up, "Master Tristan, I'm sorry for being a pill today. I hope I didn't ruin your day."

"You didn't, Swan. I still love every moment I am with you," he said taking her chin with his hand and tipping her face up to kiss her lightly. "I'm glad you seem to be yourself again."

Swan turned to her other side, "Master Sean, I'm sorry for fighting you over my exercises. And I'm sorry for being grumpy all day. Thank you for caring for me, for making me do my exercises and helping me change my attitude."

"Swan, I will never stop caring for you," he said leaning down to kiss her lightly as well. "Now head into the bedroom, get undressed and ready. After your exercises, we'll get ready for bed."

She left the two of them and headed toward the bedroom. She heard Master Tristan from behind her, "I'll go do her exercises with her. You hang out here for a bit and cool off."

Master Sean replied quietly, "Was I too hard on her...?"

Swan reached the bedroom and began undressed just inside the door so she could hear their conversation. Master Tristan quickly replied, "Absolutely not. It was totally called for. I just haven't seen you this uncontrolled in a long time. You seem like you need a moment." Swan moved away from the door climbing onto the bed and laying on her stomach, careful to keep her ass from touching any fabric.

She heard Master Tristan's footsteps coming toward the bedroom, when Master Sean called after him, "Tristan, no lotion tonight. I want her to feel that in the morning. It'll help make sure she wakes up with a renewed attitude as well."

Swan saw Master Tristan in the doorway turn toward Master Sean and nod. He entered the bedroom and gave Swan a look of approval seeing her in place and ready for him. He stripped down to his boxers and sat on the side of the bed beside her.

"This is the first time you've been punished justly by us. How are you doing?"

Swan sighed and fiddle uncomfortably with the bedding beneath her. In a quiet voice she replied, "I don't like Master Sean being angry with me. I don't like you being angry with me." She dared a peek up at his face but didn't see any anger. "But I understand why you were both upset with me. I just got caught up in feeling sorry for myself."

Master Tristan took the small bottle of lube from the nightstand and motioned for her to turn around again. With a feather light touch, his large hands gently parted her ass cheeks. Swan gasped in pain from his touch around her raw ass, but she knew he was being as gentle as he could. She felt his large finger slide into her and his hand seated between her cheeks trying not to touch the surface of her ass.

Without being told, Swan immediately started tightening her ass and relaxing it, praying that Master Tristan started the 15-minute timer right away. She was determined to have a better attitude, but there was no way in hell she would ever enjoy this exercise. She and Master Tristan sat in silence while she focused on her ass. She tried not to focus on the burning feeling.

After 15 minutes, Master Tristan gently pulled his finger from her ass and motioned Swan to follow him to the bathroom. He washed his hands and then pulled bottle from another drawer, "Bend over the counter near the sink." Swan was confused but she knew he wouldn't hurt her especially in the state she was in. She looked at Master Tristan through the mirror behind her. Squeezed some of the contents of the bottle into his hand and rubbed his hands together. "Don't tell Sean," he said with a conspiratorial wink.

Swan moaned in relief when she realized it was the cooling, numbing lotion on Master Tristan's hands. She smiled at him in the mirror and he shook his head at her, "You flash that beautiful smile at me and I would give you anything in the world."

When he'd finished, Swan turned to him, pressed her bare breasts to his chest, and smiled at him again. She reached up to cup his face with her hands and said with a wicked tone, "Anything you say? I didn't realize I had such power over you." Master Tristan laughed at her and noticed Master Sean in the doorway.

"You gave her the lotion, didn't you?" Master Sean said with a smile. "You're such a softie."

Swan took Master Sean's hand and led him back into the bedroom. As she undressed him, "I really am sorry, Master Sean. And thank you for my spanking. I promise my attitude won't change back." She released him from his boxers and let them fall to the floor. Swan looked up into his eyes, wrapping her hand around the silky thickness of him, she squeezed. Master Sean gasped in pleasure and growled at her hungrily. "The best part of fighting is the making up part, right?" Swan asked with promise in her eyes. She pulled her masters into bed with her and made up with them all night long.