Page 9 of Double Daddies
Chapter Four
Ezra
A sense of wonder fills me as Nicole sighs and snuggles deeper into my embrace.
Our very own Little girl, at last. Granted, she is a bit more of a handful than I’d anticipated, but in retrospect we should have expected her to fight back at first. It’s an understandable reaction to waking up in a strange bedroom with two men you’ve never met before hovering over you. Which is the only reason I went so easy on her. Hopefully she’s learned her lesson about using naughty words, or she’ll be tasting soap for a week.
“Bath’s ready!” Byron calls from the bathroom and I ease up from the chair, Nicole still cradled in my arms.
My best friend and lover is kneeling beside the tub when we enter and his eyes light with joy at the sight of our Little girl in my arms, and my heart constricts in my chest. We’ve wanted this for so long, but we’d been starting to worry it would never actually happen for us.
Now, though, our family is finally complete. We work together to strip our little one down and help her into the tub. Luckily for everyone involved, she doesn’t protest. Sniffling quietly, she reaches for one of the many rubber duckies floatingatop a sea of pink bubbles. The one she grabs is dressed like a pirate, and she giggles as she uses it to dunk an astronaut duckie under the water.
I take a seat on the long chaise lounge on the far side of the bathroom and watch her play. Byron has always had such an affinity for these things, and I know his presence is likely to put her more at ease than mine just now.
And, if I’m being honest about it all, I simply enjoy watching him. He’s completely in his element, helping her form a game of some sort with the duckies, their laughter echoing around the bathroom together. Our little princess doesn’t even protest when he washes her hair and combs the tangles out, though she does wince every now and again when he hits a particularly tough tangle.
“Up on your knees, princess. Daddy needs to wash your bottom.”
Now she does protest, her nose wrinkling up as she shakes her head. “No. I don’t want you to do that.”
As proud as I am that she has obviously learned to speak up for herself, she’s going to have a long road ahead of her if she continues arguing with us about everything.
“Nicole.” There’s a hint of warning in Byron’s voice that has my already aching cock jerking in my pants. “If you don’t want another spanking, you will do as you’re told. Please get up on your hands and knees so I can wash your bottom.”
Eyes blazing, she jerks her head up to glare at him. “No! I can do it myself!”
A familiar excitement courses through my veins as I watch the scene unfold. Watching a spanking is almost as enjoyable as delivering one myself, and I can’t wait to see Byron in action with our naughty little girl.
But that isn’t what happens. Sighing, Byron squirts some body wash onto a washcloth and hands it to her. “All right. Butjustthis once, princess. After today, one of your Daddies will always wash your bottom. Understood?”
It doesn’t escape my notice that Nicole doesn’t actually agree, she simply takes the offered washcloth and proceeds to clean herself under Byron’s steady gaze.
A reprimand burns on my tongue, but I swallow it down. For now, Byron and I need to present a united front. Nicole needs to see us perhaps not as equals, but as equally in charge of her, and scolding Byron for going too easy on her will only undermine his authority.
So I will wait. And when we finally have a moment alone, I will remind my naughty boy what happens when he lets a sweet Little girl get under his skin.
Nicole
Bathtime is more fun than I’d expected. Fun enough that I’m able to mostly ignore being naked in front of these men I don’t know. Right up until Byron tells me to get on my knees so he can clean my bottom.
Umm, no thank you, Sir. I’ve been washing my own ass for as long as I can remember, I got this.
Thankfully, he doesn't push the issue, though it’s clear from the look Ezra is sending our way that he doesn’t approve.
Well, too bad, Mr. Grumpypants.
Eventually, Byron deems me clean enough to get out of the tub. I try to take the towel from him to dry myself, but all that does is earn me a swat to my wet bottom, which hurtswayworse than a dry bottom as it turns out.
Sniffling, I rub the offended spot and pout up at him. And just as I’d expected, he immediately softens, his smile returning as he wraps the towel around me.
“Little girls don’t take care of themselves,” he scolds softly, scooping me up into his arms. “Even for something as simple as drying yourself off. Okay, princess?”
“Okay,” I say with an exaggerated sigh. I deliberately leave off the “Daddy” part, mostly because I’m not calling them Daddy unless they make me and also because I’m curious to see how Byron reacts. I have a hunch he’s the soft touch of the duo, which makes him my target for getting what I want.
And my hunch is confirmed when he doesn’t scold me for not calling him Daddy and instead snuggles me tightly in response to my sigh.
Carrying me back into the bedroom, he sits me on a tall, padded table. Something about it seems familiar, like I should know what it’s used for, but I can’t quite place it.
