Shared by Her Soldiers is the story of Kaitlyn Green. When her husband Sean is deployed overseas, he asks his best friend and fellow soldier, Jarrod Peters, to keep his wife in line while he is gone, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking as often as he feels it necessary. Kaitlyn is less than thrilled by this arrangement, but despite her embarrassment at being treated like a wayward teenager she cannot help growing closer to Jarrod with each passing month.
Upon returning home, it doesn’t take Sean long to realize that while Kaitlyn remains deeply in love with him, she has developed strong feelings for Jarrod as well. Knowing that Kaitlyn is enough of a handful to keep two men busy, Sean discusses the situation with Jarrod and together they decide that the best solution is to share her completely.
Soon Kaitlyn finds herself being soundly spanked by two firm-handed men and then claimed by both of them at once. Though she is amazed by the intense pleasure which results from surrendering to their skilled, dominant lovemaking, Kaitlyn still cannot help wondering if she will truly be able to keep both men in her life forever. Can Sean and Jarrod prove to her that the bond between the three of them will hold no matter what?
“So, how should we take care of this?” Jarrod asked, his voice patient and calm, as usual. The only evidence that there was anything amiss was the fact that he kept tapping his foot as he looked at her. It was his tell, her way to know that he was more than a little irked and that her bottom would soon be paying for it.
“Um…maybe let me off with a warning, just this once?” Kaitlyn suggested, offering her most winning smile. She knew all too well that there was nothing she could say or do that would dissuade him from administering punishment, but at least she would have the satisfaction of knowing that she’d given it her all.
“I was thinking more along the lines of bent over the couch or across my lap. Your choice.”
How generous, she thought, squelching the urge to roll her eyes. As much as she wanted to, she knew that Jarrod hated it and would voice his displeasure loud and clear with several sharp smacks to her thighs. If she was lucky, he’d let her keep her panties on, but she was rarely that lucky.
“Uh, well…” She really was just buying time. It wasn’t that hard of a decision. She knew she would rather go over his lap. Even for a spanking, the experience was made more bearable when she was touching him rather than the cold, hard arm of the couch.
“Time’s up. What’ll it be?”
“Your lap, I guess,” she sighed.