Page 44 of Shattered Dreams
Lizzie shook her head. “Not on my part, Daddy.”
“Or mine.” Max replied.
“Good.” Elliot grabbed a pen and a fresh sheet of paper. “Then repeat back our rules to me.”
“One, Daddy hates liars. Lying - even by omission will warrant punishment.” Lizzie rattled off.
Elliot wrote it down. “And number two?”
“If either of us are struggling, we call you immediately.” Max shifted a bit. “No matter the time of day.”
“Correct.” Elliot added it to the list. “Nothing angers me more than finding out that your pride kept you from reaching out when you need me. I’m your dominant/protector. I can’t do my job if I don’t know you’re having problems.”
“Three – we have meals together at least four times a week.” Lizzie smiled as she recited it. That was probably her favorite rule out of the four they’d agreed upon. It guaranteed she’d be able to feed both of her men several times a week.
“Right. We need family time together as well as scenes.” He looked over at Max. “And the final rule, Maxwell.”
Master chuckled. “The one that will probably land all of us in hot water. No cursing – except during sex.”
“Exactly.” Elliot finished the list, then looked it over, before signing it on the bottom. Then he handed it over to Master, who looked it over, and signed it before passing it off to her. She smiled as she signed it as well.
“So….punishment time, Daddy?” Even though she was happy with the progress they’d made, she wanted to get this part of the night over, so they could curl up on the couch together, all three of them, and watch the news – another promise from Daddy. On nights they ate together, he promised to stay through the nightly news, making it obvious that he was willing to put the ‘togetherness’ time in.
“Yes.” He looked at her. “Go get the spoon and a wooden ruler.”
She swallowed hard as she exchanged glances with Master. God, she hated the spoon, let alone a ruler. But she rose and did his bidding just the same. “Yes, Daddy.”
* * *
Max tried to calm his racing heart as his wife went to fetch the items that Sir had asked for. They’d discussed what kind of punishments wouldn’t aggravate his injury, but he still wasn’t sure how Sir was going to punish him. One of the possibilities had been edging, another orgasm denial. But honestly, he didn’t think he could handle either of those tonight. He was sore, tired, and really just wanted to go back to the couch and have Lizzie or Sir sit with him until he fell asleep.
“Here they are, Daddy.” She set both the spoon and wooden ruler down next to Elliot’s elbow.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.” Then it seemed as if something cold washed over Elliot. Gone was the understanding shrewd man, and in his place was the stern dominant that Max had caught a glimpse of on the camera. Was it just last night?
“I told you earlier, your Master and I would decide if any punishment was required for your earlier actions, correct?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.
Elliot met Max’s gaze. “You never gave particulars on what happened, but am I correct in assuming that she overstepped her bounds as our submissive?”
Max nodded. “Yes, but in her shoes, I don’t know if I would’ve resisted the urge to help her orgasm, when it was so obvious she was on the edge.”
Elliot seemed to turn it over in his mind, then spoke. “Noted. However, her refusal to come down and ease your mind cannot be overlooked. She deliberately disobeyed.”
“She did.” Max agreed. “I was scared she’d harmed herself, and it was torture knowing I couldn’t go to her.”
“Exactly.” Elliot turned his gaze to Lizzie. “For that reason alone, you’re being punished. Much like rule number two, you needlessly worried Maxwell because you were angry or hurt. That is not acceptable.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She hung her head, then shot an apologetic look at him. “Sorry, Master. I won’t do it again.”
“No, you won’t.” Elliot dumped her over his lap and grabbed the spoon off the table. “Ten for your disobedience, Elizabeth. Count them for me.” He brought down the spoon on her short’s covered bottom. She yelped but counted. By the time Elliot meted out the last stroke, she was openly crying. Not sobbing thank God, but honest tears of remorse. Once done, Elliot pulled her upright and cuddled her close. “All’s forgiven. Perhaps next time you will remember not to go off in a huff, hmmm?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She hiccupped.
After several minutes of Elliot rubbing gentle circles on her back, Lizzie straightened. “I’m better, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Please go get the couch ready for Maxwell and me. We’ll be in shortly.”
