Page 22 of Double Daddies
Nodding, I head for the door, easing it open and peering inside. My knees go weak at the sight of our babygirl standing in front of a mirror, her skirt flipped up as she fiddles with the fasteners on her diaper.
Naughty little princess.
“What are you doing, little girl?”
Head jerking up, Nicole meets my gaze with surprisingly angry eyes. “Trying to get this fucking diaper off. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Uh-oh,” Byron whispers from behind me.
Uh-oh, indeed.
“Unless you are looking for a second spanking today, I suggest you leave that diaper right where it is, Nicole Marie.”
“No! I want it off! It’s stupid and I hate it. I hate the diaper and I hate this school and I hate you!”
Shock freezes me in place as her words stab at my heart. But Byron is not so affected. Pushing past me, he storms up to her,taking her by the arm and spinning her around to land several hard swats to her upper thighs.
“That was a very naughty thing to say, little girl. Apologize to Daddy Ezra right now.”
My heart trips in my chest, torn between love for my boy and this sudden show of protectiveness, and sorrow for our Little girl. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she dances in place, her pained howls join the sound of Byron’s hand striking her bare skin.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I don’t hate you I just—I just?—”
Sobs wrack her body, cutting off whatever explanation she might have given. Byron stops spanking her to scoop her up, cradling her in his arms.
“Shh, princess. It’s all right. Your Daddies are here. We’re right here, baby. It’s all going to be okay.”
“N-no it’s n-not!” she sobs out, curling into him. “I was so bad and you’re not gonna want me to be your Little girl anymore and you’re gonna send me away!”
“Oh, princess.” Finally, my feet move and I cross the room to pull my boy and our girl into my arms. “You aren’t going anywhere. There is nothing you could do to make us send you away.”
My words seem to get through to her and her sobs quiet a bit, though she’s still crying when she lifts her head to look at me. “R-really?”
“Really. If you’re naughty, we’ll just spank you. Or find another suitable punishment. But we will never, ever send you away, no matter how naughty you are.”
“I wasreallybad, though.”
“Tell your Daddies what happened, princess,” Byron coaxes her gently.
Sniffling loudly, she nibbles at her bottom lip, still not looking convinced. “Youpromiseyou won't send me away?”
“We promise,” I assure her, pulling a handkerchief from my pocket to wipe at her streaming eyes.
“Okay, well… I sort of… pushed someone down.”
Under other circumstances, that would certainly be grounds for a harsh punishment. But I have a feeling there’s more to the story, and when I meet my boy’s gaze over our princess’s head, I see my own suspicions reflected in his eyes. “Who did you push down?”
“Cassie.”
Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere. Cassandra Morgan was recommended for our program by her Daddy, who ended up breaking things off with her a week after she started with us. That was a month ago, and she’s been nothing but trouble since. I have my suspicions as to why, and those suspicions are the only reason I allow her to stay, at no cost to her.
But if she hurt my babygirl, well… we might have to take some more drastic measures if we’re going to allow her to continue in our program.
That’s an issue for later, however, so for now I focus on our naughty little princess. “Why did you push Cassie down, little girl?”
“Because she's a bitch. And I know I'm not supposed to use bad words but sheis! She was mean to me from the moment I walked in that classroom and then she got Marni in trouble even though Marni was just telling the truth. And then she tripped me and when I fell everyone could see my diaper and she was laughing and making fun of me and I just got somad,so I pushed her down. Then I ran away ‘cause Miss Scarlett said she was gonna take us both to see you and I knew you’d be so disappointed in me for getting in so much trouble my first day and I didn’t want you to send me away so I just… ran.”
Anger boils in my veins. Not for Nicole, though. For Cassandra and for myself for not thinking to put her in adifferent class. I knew how much of a troublemaker Cassandra could be, but I never expected this level of bullying, even from her.
