Page 17 of Double Daddies
Don’t push it, little one.
“This isn’t a request, Nicole. You have already been enrolled and your uniform was delivered this morning. As soon as we finish with breakfast, Daddy Byron and I will help you get dressed and take you to your first class. End of discussion.”
“This isbullshit. I should be allowed to decide what I want to do with my time!”
Sighing heavily, Ezra pops the button on the cuff of his dress shirt and begins the process of rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. Normally that sight alone would be enough to have me drooling, but knowing how much trouble our Little girl has just landed herself in…
Well. I’m still drooling. I am a sadist, after all. But my heart still hurts a little, knowing what she’s in for.
“Byron. I need the pacifier gag and the small leather paddle from the nursery, please.”
“No!” Nicole cries out, her perfectly curled pigtails flying back and forth as she shakes her head. “I don’t want a spanking!”
Poor babygirl. She sounds so scared. “The paddle? Really, Ezra?”
Even as the words slip from my mouth, I know I’m going to regret them. And the look in my Dom’s eyes as he glares up at me confirms it. “Do I need to repeat myself, boy?”
I have to suppress a shudder at the use of the wordboy.“No, Sir.”
“Good. I would prefer to only have to spank one defiant bottom this morning if it’s all the same to you.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I rise stiffly from my chair and head for the nursery. Being reminded of my place when it’s just the two of us is one thing, but in front of our Little girl it’s more humiliating than I care to admit.
Which is exactly why he did it, the sadistic bastard.
Not wanting to risk any more of his wrath than I’ve already provoked, I hurry to grab the small leather paddle from the top drawer of Nicole’s dresser and the pacifier gag from the changing table drawer before returning to the sitting room.
“Good boy,” Ezra praises in that dark, silky-smooth voice that never fails to reduce me to a puddle. “Come here, Nicole.”
“But I don’twanta spankin’!”
Does she even know how young and sweet she sounds, begging for mercy before her punishment even begins? Probably not, but my heart does a slow roll in my chest at the sound.
“Princess, if you want to sit comfortably at any point today, I suggest you do as Daddy Ezra says.”
“But it’s not fair! You’re both being mean!”
Without bothering to respond, Ezra pulls his phone from his pocket and presses a button. When he sets it on the table in frontof him, there is a timer running, counting the seconds as they pass.
“For every second it takes you to get over my knee, I will add one extra swat with the paddle, Nicole.”
Uh-oh. The timer is already up to five seconds. A fact that obviously does not go unnoticed by Nicole, seeing as how she practically leaps from her chair to throw herself over Ezra’s lap.
Reaching over, Ezra hits the button to turn the timer off. “Seven extra swats for our naughty girl. And this is exactly why we are enrolling you in our program, little one. So you learn how to obey without needing so much extra incentive.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise! Please don’t spank me!”
Unfastening her diaper, Ezra slips it from her and hands it to me before reaching for the pacifier gag. “Byron, will you hand me the lemon curd, please?”
Our poor little princess. She made the mistake of letting Ezra know how much she hates anything sour when he tried to coax her into eating a scone slathered with that same lemon curd this morning.
I hand him the small jar, and my heart skips a beat when he rewards me with an approving smile before dipping the pacifier into the treat. “Open up, little one.”
“Daddy, no, I don’t want it! It’s yucky!”
“Good. Maybe you’ll remember the taste the next time you want to swear at your Daddies.” When she doesn’t move, he sighs and looks over at me. “Start the timer again, Byron.”
“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Bottom lip trembling, eyes shining with tears, Nicole forces her lips to part and Ezra slides the pacifier into her mouth. Instinctively, she sucks at it, then gags around the rubber tip as Ezra buckles the strap behind her head, securing it in her mouth.
