Page 26 of Double Daddies
Professor Faulkner pulls Cassie onto his lap, cuddling her close as she continues to cry. “That was a very good apology, Cassandra. I’m very proud of you.”
On Cassie’s face I see the same light I feel whenever my Daddies praise me, but it’s mixed with a confusion that breaks my heart. “You are?”
“Yes, little one. You did something very naughty, but you took your spanking well and you made amends. So yes, I am very proud of you, but you still have to finish the rest of your punishment.”
Her shoulders slump. “But everyone will know I got spanked! It’sembarrassing.”
“Good. Then maybe the next time you want to embarrass someone else, you’ll remember this punishment.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answers with a sigh.
Behind me, Daddy Byron bends down and scoops me up into his arms again. “Now that we’ve gotten that taken care of, we have our own naughty Little girl to deal with. Thank you, Grant. And if you need any help moving her things over to your apartment, let us know and we’ll call Thomas to come help.”
“Will do.”
“Wait!” Sitting up on Professor Faulkner’s lap, Cassie glares at us. “She got to watch my punishment but I don’t get to watch hers? That’s not fair.”
“It’s entirely fair,” Daddy Ezra says, his voice still cold enough to chill the air around us. “Nicole did not intentionally embarrass you in front of all your peers. She will be punished for pushing you and running away, but no, I willnotsubject her to further embarrassment for your enjoyment. And if you have a problem with that, I’m sure Professor Faulkner can help you see the error of your ways.”
That spanking must have really made an impression, because Cassie’s eyes go wide and her head whips back and forth. “No, Sir. I’m good.”
“Good.”
Turning on his heel, Daddy Ezra strides from the room and Daddy Byron follows, still carrying me in his arms. None of us speak as we make our way back to our building and up to our apartment.
“Byron, I think our naughty girl could use some time in the corner to think about why she’s about to be punished while we discuss exactly how to deal with her.”
Daddy Byron sighs softly, but carries me over to an empty corner and places me on my feet. “Hands on your head, princess. And for the love of god, don’t move unless you want to see how creative Daddy Ezra canreallyget.”
I don’t, so I immediately shift into position, linking my hands together behind my head as I stare at the corner.
“Good girl. We’ll be back in a bit.”
Ezra
I am acutely aware of my boy following me into the bedroom, the weight of his judging stare on me as I open our “toy box” and pull out what I’ll need for the punishment I have in mind.
“If you have something to say, boy, say it.”
“Don’t you think she’s been through enough today?”
Turning away from the armoire where we keep all of our implements and various other toys, I raise a brow. “I think our naughty girl needs to learn she can’t just run away from her problems. That’s how she ended up homeless and without transportation, hundreds of miles from her original destination. She needs to learn to think before she acts.”
“I know, it’s just… she had such a hard day, Ezra.”
My stomach twists at the worry on my boy’s face. “She has. But we can’t just let her off the hook.”
“We could. Just this once, we could.”
“You know how I feel about that.”
“I know you’re a fucking hardass.”
Color rushes to his cheeks as soon as the words slip free, but to my surprise, he doesn't drop his gaze to the floor like I expected. He continues to meet my eyes, his own pale gray burning with righteous anger.
Because I know beneath the anger is that worry I saw earlier, I resist the urge to scold him.
And, if I’m being honest, he has a point. I am a hardass, for damn good reason.
