Page 146 of Double Daddies
“Spanking your bottom won’t hurt your feet, but if you want me to call Aiden right now and ask if we can spank you, then I will.” Brix looks back at me.
I open and close my mouth several times.
“Well, do you want Brix to call Aiden, or maybe I should?” Elijah brings my attention to him.
“No!” I yell. “Don’t you dare call him.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten asked a question about spanking, and it definitely won’t be his last. He’s a Daddy, too,” Elijah points out.
“You don’t need to,” I whisper.
I know they can spank me because my bottom isn’t hurt, but it doesn’t mean I want it.
“So, are you going to tell us, or am I going to pull you out of the tub and spank your bottom here?” Brix asks. “And I won’t dry your bottom first.”
Gasping, I look at him with wide eyes, waiting to see if he’ll back down, but he doesn’t. He raises an eyebrow, and I close my eyes for a couple of seconds.
“Tell us why we can’t be together,” Elijah says quietly.
“It’s wrong,” I murmur, looking away.
Silence fills the bathroom, and I don’t dare look back at them. How can I? They might be angry, or they might want to shame me right here and now. What if they are trying to see if I give in only to treat me like Mateo and Lainey did?
“And why is it wrong?” Brix gently asks.
“Don’t.” I clench my jaw. “You know why.”
“I don’t, so I want you to explain it for me,” he replies, his hand touching my shoulder.
“This is all wrong,” I breathe. “You’re going to humiliate me when I tell you. You’re going to tell me to walk home in the freezing cold and the dark. I don’t want to talk about it, so can we please stop talking about this?”
I gasp for a breath of air, my hand gently wrapping around my throat.
“Please,” I wheeze.
Without warning, I’m lifted out of the bath and held against something hard and warm, completely naked and getting Elijah wet.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” he whispers in my ear. “Everything is going to be okay.”
His arms tighten around me, holding me close to him as I suck in breaths of air.
“We’ve got you,” Brix mumbles against my head. “Let’s get you all dried off, feet rewrapped, and some food in your tummy.”
I lean my head against Elijah’s chest as Brix starts to dry my accessible parts. I don’t move a muscle as they maneuver my body, getting it all dry, taking care of my feet, and then putting me into some clothes… not my clothes.
“Who—”
“No one has ever worn these. We bought them for our Little girl, and you get to wear them right now. It’s soft and cuddly, isn’t it?” Brix zips up her front.
I’m in a soft lavender onesie with feet and hand coverings. I look at Brix with wide eyes as I look down at myself. I won’t be able to grab anything or do anything.
“Wha-what about my hands?” My eyebrows pinch together, trying to figure out how I’m going to do things around the house.
“What about them?” Elijah asks.
“I can’t use them!”
Brix takes my hands in his, giving them a little squeeze. “You’re okay. Take a deep breath in for me. Such a good girl. We’ll be doing everything for you. Or one of us will be. I have to go to my shift in an hour.”
