Page 13 of Double Daddies
As one, Byron and Ezra both turn to me, their expressions a mix of surprise and, on Ezra’s account at least, disapproval.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping, little girl.”
Uh-oh. There’s that voice again, the one that tells me I’m either about to be in big trouble, or I’m already there. But unlike before, now the voice only makes me ache for them even more than I already was.
“Sorry.” The word “Daddy” catches in my throat, surprising me with how much I actuallywantto say it. “I couldn’t sleep so I came looking for you and… I should probably apologize for spying on you but I’m having a hard time feeling guilty about it because seriously that wassofreaking hot.”
A grin spreads across Byron’s face. Still gloriously naked, his slender, chiseled body on full display, he steps forward to lift me into his arms. “Did you enjoy watching your Daddies together, princess?”
“Uh-huh.”
Byron turns to meet Ezra’s gaze, and it’s like some unspoken communication passes between them.
“That was very naughty.” The words sound like he’s scolding me, but Ezra’s voice tells a different story. Even though I just watched him fuck someone’s face without mercy, his voice is rough and low just like it was when he was talking to Byron. “Little girls who spy on their Daddies get their naughty little bottoms spanked.”
Shit, shit, shit. This was not what I’d hoped for. Not that I’d really hoped for anything specific, but thelastthing I waslooking for when I climbed out of my crib was a spanking. “No! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t spank me!”
But my protests are in vain. Ezra is already settling on a deep couch in a gorgeous shade of navy blue.
“Bring her to me, Byron.”
Wrapping my arms around Byron’s neck, I cling to him with what little strength I have. “Byron, no! Please don’t let him spank me. I’m scared!”
“Sorry, princess. If Daddy Ezra says you’ve earned a spanking then you’ve earned a spanking.”
Well, so much for him being the easy mark. Dammit.
“Good boy,” Daddy Ezra praises as Byron hands me off to him. “And Daddy Byron is right, little one. You won’t do yourself any favors by trying to play us off each other. So I suggest you don’t try it again in the future, unless you want a spanking from both of us.”
As he lectures, he drapes me over his lap with ease, despite my struggling and kicking. As if I weigh nothing.
He peels the diaper from me, and while I never thought I’dwantto wear a diaper, I find myself immediately missing the protection it provides. Once again, I’m half naked in front of these strangers, my most vulnerable parts on display.
“Byron, spread her legs so we can see just how naughty our little princess has been.”
Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is the thing I dreaded the most when I woke up and found myself trapped with them. And yet, my traitorous pussy practically gushes as Byron grips my thighs, forcing them apart.
“She’s positively soaked, Ezra. Such a dirty, naughty little girl, aren’t you, princess?”
Shame heats my face as I bury my head in my folded arms. “Nuh-uh.”
Someone’s fingers brush against my exposed lips and Ezra chuckles. “Looks like we have to add lying to your tally. You’re certainly racking up those spankings, princess.”
A moment later, his hand connects with my bare ass, and I instinctively cry out. But it doesn’t take long for me to realize this spanking is different from the first one. The swat still hurts, but not nearly as much as before. And already the sting is fading into an almost pleasurable warmth.
“Naughty, filthy little princess,” Ezra scolds in that same gravelly tone as he continues swatting me. “But lucky for you, this is the perfect place for a dirty little girl like yourself to learn how to be a good girl.”
His words fill me with shame, but somehow it doesn't feel… bad. Every word, every swat only adds to the ache between my thighs, making me crave things I know I have no business craving from these men.
Without even realizing it, I grind my hips against his thigh, desperate for some kind of relief from the burning need in my pussy. The spanking stops, and again Ezra's fingers slip between my legs, only now he doesn’t settle for just brushing against my soaked lips. He plunges his fingers into my pussy, pressing against some magical spot inside me that shatters me instantly.
Screaming, I buck over his lap as pleasure floods my body, hotter and more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before. My mind goes blank and all I know is them and want and need.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at our filthy little girl, Byron. You should feel how hard her cunt is squeezing my fingers. Whatever are we going to do with her?”
“I suggest the cigarette method. You know in the old tv shows and such when a kid got caught with a cigarette so his mom would make him smoke the whole pack to teach him a lesson?”
Still stroking that same spot inside me, Ezra chuckles. “I think that’s an excellent idea. Why don’t you take over her spanking while I keep finger-fucking this tight little pussy until we’re both satisfied she’s learned her lesson.”
