Page 102 of Melt For Us, Daddy
His “Yes, Ma’am” mixed with Ivy’s sniffled “Yes, Daddy” and Cordelia chuckled softly behind them.
“Good. Now that I’ve got you both nice and warmed up…”
Beside him, Ivy let out a loud cry that nearly drowned out the sound of the spoon snapping rapid-fire against her bottom. “Ow, ow, Daddy I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never be naughty again, I swear!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little girl.”
“Daddy, please, I’m sorry!”
It wasn’t any easier than the first time to listen to Ivy whine and plead her way through a punishment. But there was something about being punished alongside her that made him feel more a part of what was happening instead of a helpless bystander.
Flipping his hand over, he threaded his fingers with hers, holding on tight as Cordelia finished up her punishment. By the time it was done, Ivy lay pressed against the comforter, softly whimpering and sniffling back tears.
“There’s my good girl,” Cordelia murmured, leaning over Ivy’s limp form to press a kiss to her cheek. “I love you, blossom, far too much to allow you to undermine our dynamic in any way. Am I understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy. I really am sorry.”
“I know you are, baby. And I want you to think about how sorry you are while you’re listening to our boy get his bottom spanked for participating in your naughtiness.”
If he’d thought Cordelia had been spanking them hard before, it was nothing compared to the scorching burn left behind by the furiously hard, fast swats she rained down on him during that second round. Now it was his turn to yelp and dance, though he tried to keep the movement to a minimum. He wanted Cordelia to know he was sorry, to know he truly did want to be her good boy.
Tears stung his eyes as she shifted her attention to what they’d called his ‘sit-spots’, right at the very lowest curve of his bottom. But no matter how his chest ached to let them free, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so.
Real men don’t cry, Jacob. No son of mine is going to be a little sissy. Suck it up, boy.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to force his father’s voice out of his head. To focus on the two women he’d fallen so hard for over the past few weeks.
Our sweet baby boy. We love those little noises you make. Don’t you dare keep them from us, baby.
So even if he couldn’t cry, he could give them his yelps, his whimpers, even the little whining sounds that slipped from his lips as his punishment continued.
Just when it felt like he couldn’t hold the tears back any longer, the spanking stopped. And Cordelia’s hand was on his aching bottom, rubbing some of the fire from his skin.
“My sweet, sweet boy,” she murmured. “What are you going to do the next time Ivy crawls in bed with you?”
“A-ask if we have y-your permission, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. I want you to know I’m not angry with you and I never was. And I am so fucking proud of how well you took your punishment.”
With every word of praise, the weight on his chest seemed to lift. Until he felt lighter than he could ever remember feeling in his life. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Do you have anything to say to our boy, Ivy Mae?”
A quiet sniffle came from his right. “I’m really sorry I got you in trouble, Jakey. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course I forgive you. I—” I love you. The words burned on his tongue, but he swallowed them down. He’d never said those words to anyone, including his own sisters. And what if he said them and they didn’t feel the same way? What if he was just a temporary distraction for them, a convenient toy to play with while they were all stuck in this house together?
Because just the thought of that kind of rejection made him feel like his heart might shatter into a million pieces, he kept the words to himself. “I’m not mad at you, Ivy. Promise.”
“Thank you, baby. It would be okay if you were. What I did was really wrong.”
“It was,” Cordelia agreed, her voice taking on that hard edge he recognized from when she’d been punishing them. “Not only because you broke a rule I gave you, but because you involved our submissive in your disobedience. And that second part is why you’re about to get your bottom properly fucked by our sweet baby boy.”
Chapter 34
Ivy
Groaning, Ivy pressed her face into the soft mattress beneath her. She’d actually forgotten all about the second part of her punishment while Cordelia had been spanking them, too caught up in her own misery and then their boy’s to think about what came next.
