Page 18 of Double Daddies
“Our Little girl will not use such naughty words,” he lectures, cupping her bottom and giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze.“The next time we have to have this discussion, it will be soap rather than lemon curd on that pacifier.”
With that, he swats her bottom, making her jump over his lap as he spanks her to a nice, bright pink. And as I watch the spanking unfold, our Little girl’s feet fluttering and kicking as she struggles and whimpers and whines around the pacifier in her mouth, I’m reminded why we chose this life.
Reaching down, I give my uncomfortably hard cock a squeeze to relieve some of the ache. The move does not go unnoticed by Ezra, who glances up at me and smiles. To my surprise, he gives me a small nod, permission to touch myself that isn’t often granted.
Need pulses through me as I free my cock from my pants, just as Ezra leans over to grab the leather paddle.
“After your spanking, we will put your uniform on and take you to your first class. I do not want to hear another word of argument from you, little girl, or I will bare your bottom and spank you right in front of all your new friends.”
The leather makes a delicious snapping sort of sound as it connects with her bare skin and I groan as I pump my cock. Nothing I’ve experienced has ever been half as hot as watching my man discipline our Little girl.
And I’ve experienced a hell of a lot.
Ezra continues lecturing as he applies the leather paddle to her bottom, turning it from a bright pink to a deep red. “You will be polite. You will be respectful. You will be on time. You will do as you are told, and you will not talk back. Or you will have meandDaddy Byron to answer to, little girl.”
Fuck.
The spanking ends, at least for a moment, and he taps the paddle gently against her bottom. “That is the spanking you would have gotten if you’d obeyed me when I told you to get overmy knee. But since you wanted to argue instead, you’re getting another seven on top of it. Byron, count please.”
Oh, the sadistic bastard. Gritting my teeth, I slow my hand and drag in a deep breath through my nose. “Yes, Sir.”
Ezra looks up, one dark brow arching up. “Did I tell you to stop, boy?”
Fuck me. “No, Sir.”
“Then don’t stop. And if you miss a count, it’s an extra for our little one.”
Is this my punishment for questioning him in front of our babygirl? If it is, I silently vow I will never, ever do it again. “Yes, Sir.”
The paddle falls, and I pump my cock as I force the first count past my lips. “One.”
Another stroke of the paddle, and our princess cries out, the sound garbled by the rubber in her mouth. My hand moves faster on my dick, and my balls begin to tighten. “Two.”
Three. Four. Five.
Closing my eyes, I drink in the sounds of her soft sobbing and the snap of leather against skin as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
“Byron. You missed a count.”
My eyes fly open, guilt stabbing at my chest as I watch the paddle land right at the top of Nicole’s right thigh. “Six! Sir, I… I can’t.”
“One more, my love. Just one more.”
The last swat lands, and my shout of “Seven!” echoes around the room just as the pleasure overtakes me and I come all over our sweet little princess’s scorching-hot bottom. The pale, glistening white stands out against the bright red left behind by her paddling and Ezra smiles a slow, wicked smile that nearly has me ready to go again. Shifting her over his left knee, Ezrapulls his own cock free, and within minutes his cum joins mine, coating her reddened skin.
“Now you can carry us with you all day, princess,” he croons as he picks up the diaper I dropped during her punishment and wraps it around her. “To remind you who you belong to, in case you’re tempted to misbehave.”
Cradling her in his arms, he presses a kiss to her forehead and my heart melts at the sight of her, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she sucks fervently at her pacifier.
I slip from the room to grab a damp washcloth and return to wipe her face clean as she sniffles and whimpers in Ezra’s arms.
“Our poor little princess,” I murmur as I clean her up. “Are you going to be a good girl for your teachers today?”
Her head bobs furiously up and down. “Good girl. Let’s finish getting you ready. We don’t want you to be late for your first day.”
As I pick her up and settle her on my hip, my eyes meet Ezra’s. And even though we both just found our release not five minutes ago, I can see my own burning need reflected back at me, and I have a feeling I won’t make it through lunch without being bent over my desk.
I can’t fucking wait.
