Page 101 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“Ah.” Her smile changed again, this time to one of understanding. “I see. What if I told you people do it all the time? That it’s not nearly as wrong as you think?”
“They do?”
“Mmhmm. Normally, I would just use one of Ivy’s toys on her, but since we aren’t home… well, you’re the only toy I have at my disposal. But if you really don’t want to, I’ll find another way to punish my naughty girl.”
Despite his knee-jerk reaction, his cock was still hard as a rock. And the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he was by the idea, though there was still a part of his brain that insisted it was wrong. Sinful. Immoral.
But that part of his brain had been saying nearly everything they’d done together was sinful or wrong. And he was struggling more and more to believe that anything that made them all so happy could really be as wrong as he’d been raised to believe.
There was one issue, however, he was still hung up on. “Will it hurt Ivy?”
“My sweet boy.” Climbing up into his lap, Ivy snuggled against him. “I love the way you always think about us, and that you want to protect me. Yes, it will hurt. But I like it when it hurts, remember?”
“You don’t like being punished.”
Her nose wrinkled. “No, I don’t. But I earned this. And I’ll feel lots better after it’s over.”
Right. He knew that about her. Not only because she’d told him, but because he’d watched it play out right in front of him. He could swear he’d seen the weight lift from her after her spanking with the hairbrush.
If hurting her meant helping her… then he could do that. He could.
Dragging in a deep breath, he met Cordelia’s patient gaze. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure? If you have any doubts at all, we can wait and talk about it later.”
“I’m sure, Ma’am.” He did still have some doubts, mostly about how it was supposed to work. After all, wasn’t that hole rather tiny? Especially compared to his cock?
But if they said it would work, then he trusted them. Just like everything they’d done together so far, he trusted they would explain the process to him, that they would walk him through it step by step.
That knowledge, that trust settled him.
At least for a moment.
Cordelia narrowed her eyes slightly, and he was left with the very uncomfortable feeling that she could see straight through him. “All right, then. But I expect you to use your safeword if that changes at any point. Even if you’re buried balls deep in Ivy’s ass, you have the right to revoke your consent. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Now, my naughty little subs. Clothes off, and then I want you both bent over that bed with your bottoms nice and high so Daddy can give you the spanking you earned for breaking our rule about playing without permission.”
He clung to the trust he had in them as he and Ivy both rose from the bed and stripped out of their pajamas. Side by side, they bent over the edge of the bed, and he was reminded once again of how tiny Ivy really was. Where he had to bend down to rest his arms on the bed, she had to stand on her tiptoes to achieve the same position.
Short, trimmed nails ran over the skin of his bottom, making him jump at the unexpected touch. But after that initial shock, it was almost soothing, the way she’d draw those little patterns over his skin. She’d done the same before the first spanking she’d given him, and the familiarity of it settled him again.
“Since the spoon is rather light and this is a punishment, there will be no warm-up with my hand. I want to ensure this is a spanking you both remember for the rest of the day.”
With that, her hand moved away from his backside and a moment later came the sharp crack of wood meeting skin. But it wasn’t followed by the sting he’d expected, rather by the sound of Ivy’s high-pitched yelp.
His heart twisted painfully in his chest, and he had to resist the urge welling up inside him to interfere, to protect. Instead, he clung to his trust in them, and stayed still, stayed silent.
Four more times the spoon connected with Ivy’s bottom, and four more times she yelped and wiggled in response.
And then it was his turn.
The first snap of wood against his exposed skin was sharper than he expected it to be and it left behind a burn that had him hissing out a breath. Something small and warm pressed on his hand, and he looked down to see Ivy’s hand on his, a small act of reassurance that immediately calmed his jumping nerves.
Just like Ivy had, he received four more of those sharp, stinging swats before Cordelia shifted her attention back to Ivy. Again she yelped and danced with each one as another five were delivered to her bare bottom.
Cordelia repeated the pattern, five for Ivy, five for him, several times before pausing to run her hand over their heated flesh. “You both look so pretty in pink. I hope you’re learning your lesson about touching what’s mine without permission.”
