Page 18 of Savage Daddies
“Now that you have filtered water, will the birthrate of females increase?”
A dark look crosses both their faces and my heart sinks. “The techno-cities released a virus into our water supplies long ago that has changed our DNA. Males born in the wildlands do not produce adequate levels of sperm carrying an X-chromosome, which is why very few females are born. Just over a hundred years ago, a scientist who was captured in the wildlands after defecting from a techno-city confessed what was done to us.”
“I’m so sorry. That’s awful. I-I wish there was some way to undo the damage.” What kind of world would exist outside the techno-cities if females weren’t scarce amongst the savages? A better world, I think, one where groups of men don’t kidnap women to keep as mates.
“Get on your hands and knees in the water, little girl,” Nash says, effectively changing the subject and cutting off my thoughts.
“What?” I stare at him, aghast. Shame rushes through me, hot and searing. I’m completely naked and though I know they can see me sitting in the water, I don’t wish to place myself in such a vulnerable position. My heart pounds faster.
Nash places a finger beneath my chin. “It’s time for your punishment, Josie. We’re going to spank your naughty, wet bottom, then we’re going to clean your privates thoroughly.” His deep, stern tone brooks no argument.
“You could have gotten hurt when you ran off all by yourself,” Axel says in a similar tone, and I shudder in place as heat abruptly starts throbbing between my thighs, hotter than the bath water. “You tried to escape us and you risked your safety in the process. We will not tolerate such disobedience from you, Josie, and you will suffer the consequences of your actions.”
I lower my head, feeling sufficiently chastised even though they haven’t begun my punishment yet. Nash runs the cloth over my shoulder while still holding my chin firmly in his grasp and I shiver at his touch. A sense of vulnerability steals through me, as well as helplessness.
I don’t have a choice.
They’re going to punish me in a most embarrassing manner, and then they’re going to clean my privates while I’m on my hands and knees, the most secret parts of me exposed to their gaze.
I start to move forward and both brothers help me get into place. My face heats when I lift my bottom out of the water. Axel trails his hand over my behind, cupping each of my cheeks in turn while I focus on remaining in place on my hands and knees, even though everything inside me screams to fall back into the water. Nerves besiege me. I have a feeling this spanking will be worse than the first one Nash gave me. Heated tingles flow through me as I recall all that happened that time in the boat, when he also fingered me and made me shatter into a million pieces, stroking my clit as he brought me to the heights of pleasure.
Will there be any pleasure now? I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.
Nash remains at my side and places one hand on my lower back. Axels scoops more water over my bottom and keeps cupping my cheeks. I tense, expecting the first slap to fall at any moment.
The anticipation of punishment prompts the aching in my core to intensify. I exhale a shaky breath and close my eyes, my skin prickling with sensation as I await the inevitable pain.
“You will never run from us again, Josie,” Nash says sternly. “You’re our little girl and we mean to keep you safe. We can’t keep you safe if you go running off. You’reours.”
An instant later, Axel smacks my bottom. I gasp at the intense sting. The pain grows worse, more so than I expected, as the next five or so slaps fall hard upon my backside. Apparently, having a wet bottom makes a spanking hurt worse than usual and I open my eyes and shoot Nash a dirty look. He chuckles and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You were naughty, little one,” he says. “This is what you get. A hard, extra-stingy spanking on your bare, wet bottom. I bet once we’re through with you, you’ll think twice before you do anything so foolish again.”
It becomes hard to think as Axel continues thrashing me, landing quick, hard swats upon my wet ass. Every so often, he pauses to scoop more water over my smarting cheeks. It’s not long before tears burn in my eyes, but I blink rapidly in an effort to keep myself from crying.
“You’re going to live under our roof, little girl, and we expect you to follow our rules,” Axel says, not slowing once as he delivers harsh smack after harsh smack to my poor bottom. “You are lucky you weren’t attacked by an animal. Or worse—taken by another band of savages.”
Their continued scolding deepens my feelings of shame. It really hadn’t been smart to run off into the wildlands by myself, especially as woefully unprepared as I did. And while I’d been nervous about animals, it hadn’t occurred to me to worry about other savages out in the forest. I shudder at the thought of running into other men in the wildlands, perhaps a large group of them. What would they have done to me? I suppose I’m lucky I didn’t have to find out.
“Look at this naughty little girl,” Axel says, striking my left cheek with a searing slap, “getting her bottom spanked bright red by her daddies.”
Unable to stand the pain, I try to dodge the next blow, but Nash grabs me and holds me in place. “There will be none of that. Now settle.” The sternness of voice causes me to go still.
Axel finally ceases spanking me and I sigh with relief, thankful my chastisement is over. But then he changes places with Nash and my heart sinks. It’s not over yet.
Nash cups my sore, punished cheeks, giving them each a squeeze while Axel places a steadying hand on my lower back. “You ran away from both of us and you’ll be spanked by both of us.”
Nash does as his brother did earlier and scoops up water onto my bottom, soaking my cheeks in preparation for the first hard slap. I gasp again and again while he spanks me. His blows aren’t as hard as Axel’s, but he’s faster and the buildup of the rapid spanking on top of my already sore bottom is enough to finally drive me to tears. I sniffle and blink hard as my shoulders heave. I bite my lower lip to stop its trembling, hoping neither of them sees I’m crying. But Axel notices and the sternness of his expression wavers slightly, though he still keeps holding me in place. After a few moments, he strokes my hair and leans down until his lips graze my ear.
“A few more swats and then this will be over, sweet girl. You can take it.” For a reason I can’t fathom, his gentle tone makes me cry harder. By the time Nash delivers the last painful blow, I’m a sobbing mess. I’m crying because it hurts and for the home that was never really home. I can’t return to my techno-city, not after the veil has been lifted from my eyes. I remind myself that the brothers promised me a real home and my tears fall faster. More than anything, I want to believe them. I don’t want to be alone anymore.
Axel gathers me into a tight hug and I cling to him as I release my sorrows. Nash moves closer and massages my sore behind, his caresses easing the very sting he and his brother just inflicted. I feel thoroughly punished and sorry for running away from them. Will I ever dare attempt such a stunt again? After receiving this embarrassing spanking in the bathtub, and knowing what I know now about the Wise Leaders, I don’t think I will.
A sense of reluctant acceptance washes over me as I realize this is my life now—I’m a resident of the wildlands and I’m to belong to four savages, two of whom I haven’t even met yet. The rest of my life, which will hopefully last longer than sixty-two years, will be entirely real.
A clean cloth is pressed to my face and I blink up at Axel as he dries my tears, grateful for his comfort even though he caused some of my pain. I’m grateful for Nash’s presence too as he continues rubbing my bottom. I can’t help it. Even though they captured me and took me away from the only life I’ve ever known, I’m starting to feel safer and safer in their company. I have the overwhelming sense that they will always protect me. They’re big and strong and they seem to care about me in their strangewe-found-you-and-you-belong-to-uskind of way.
“Everything is going to be all right,” Nash says. Somehow, he knows I’m not only crying because of the spanking. Of course he does. He’s always so perceptive that sometimes I fear he’s reading my mind.
