Page 69 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“You can do it down here, if you want.”
“I’m asking what you want, Jacob.”
Swallowing hard, he nodded. “I–I want to watch.”
“All right. But you will only watch. Your butt will stay in that chair the whole time Ivy is being punished. If you so much as move an inch off the seat, I will take you back over my knee when Ivy is done. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.” Shifting her attention back to Ivy, who was still kneeling beside the couch, Cordelia pointed to the spot directly in front of her. “Come here, Ivy Mae.”
Ivy
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Embarrassment heated Ivy’s cheeks as she shuffled forward to kneel in front of her Daddy. And there was no doubt that now Cordelia was her Daddy. While she’d been spanking Jacob, they’d been almost like equals, but there had been a subtle shift in those dynamics and now Ivy was very much a naughty little sub about to go over her Daddy’s knee for a hard spanking.
Gripping Ivy’s chin, Cordelia forced her head up. Determination flashed in the deep green of her eyes as she spoke. “I’ve had enough of this attitude from you, Ivy Mae. Enough of you talking shit about the woman I love. You are a beautiful, smart, loving girl, no matter what those voices in your head tell you. From this point forward, every mean word out of that sweet mouth will earn you ten swats with the hairbrush. Am I understood, little girl?”
Guilt twisted inside her, a knot she knew could only be unraveled one way. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. Over my knee.”
Leaning back against the couch, Cordelia patted her lap and Ivy swallowed hard before climbing up and draping herself over her Daddy’s knees. She was wearing leggings as usual, so it took little effort on Cordelia’s part to pull them, and her panties to her knees.
“I love you, my sweet girl. You are my everything, and I won’t have you speaking those ugly lies about yourself.”
Tears burned at the back of Ivy’s eyes before the first swat even landed. Disappointing Cordelia was at the very top of her Things To Never Do list and lately that seemed to be all she was capable of doing.
But when she tried to bury her face in her arms to hide her shame, a hard tug on her ponytail pulled her head up. “No, blossom. I didn’t allow Jacob to hide from me, and neither will you. Turn your head to the side so I can see that pretty face while you take your punishment.”
The pleasure of being called pretty warred with the humiliation of being forced to turn her head, to look directly at the chair Jacob was seated in, his eyes round with… was that wonder? Desire? Some fascinating combination of the two?
And then the spanking started, and all of her focus went to the punishment being delivered to her unprotected bottom. Unlike the slower, more measured spanking she’d given Jacob, Cordelia didn’t hold back as she swatted Ivy’s bottom over and over. It wasn’t long before those stinging spanks morphed into a burn that covered every inch of exposed skin.
Part of her wanted to show Jacob it wasn’t that bad. That even though it hurt and it was a punishment, Cordelia wasn’t actually harming her.
But Cordelia’s words during Jacob’s scene rang in her ears. You will not keep those sweet sounds from us, boy. And Ivy had been right there with her, encouraging him to whine, to cry, to trust them enough to let it all out.
What right did she have to demand that level of trust from him if she wasn’t willing to give it herself? Wasn’t that, on some level, what she’d been so upset with Cordelia about when Jacob had first shown up? Demanding trust but not giving it in return?
So even though it was a little embarrassing, she let the first cry slip past her lips just as Cordelia focused her swats on Ivy’s sensitive sit-spots.
“Ow, Daddy! It hurts!”
The next swat was definitely harder and Ivy yelped at the flash of pain. “Does it? Good. Because it hurts me to hear you talk like that about yourself, Ivy Mae. It hurts me that after two years together you don’t believe me when I tell you what a kind, compassionate, loving person you are.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” All thoughts of Jacob, of what he might be thinking or feeling were shoved to the back of her mind as the grief of knowing she’d disappointed her Daddy took over. A sob rose in her throat and tears slipped down her cheeks as she surrendered to her punishment.
Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t over yet.
The cool wood of her brush tapped against Ivy’s scorched skin and she moaned. “Daddy, no, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again I promise!”
“You’re damn right it won’t. I am not going to have my babygirl wandering around thinking all those nasty things about herself. Ten with the brush and I want you to count each one, nice and loud. ‘One, thank you, Daddy’, and so on.”
Fuck. She hated counting with a passion. But she would do it, because her Domme demanded it, and she was at her core, a good girl desperate to please.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
