Page 21 of Savage Daddies
“No, Daddy Axel. I’m fine. Still full from lunch.”
“Tired?” Nash asks.
“No, Daddy Nash. I’m fine. Promise.”
The brothers exchange a strange look in the mirror.
“Perhaps you should close your eyes and try to get some rest, Josie. Even though we’ll reach the village before nightfall, you’ll still probably be up quite late. I think a nap would be a good idea,” Axel says.
Bristling at the very suggestion that I need a nap, I cross my arms and shake my head. “I’m not tired. I’m not taking a nap.”
“We’re not asking you, little girl,” Nash says in a stern tone. “We’retellingyou. Close your eyes and try to get some sleep so you’re well-rested for tonight.”
Well-rested for tonight.
My stomach flips. What does he mean?
What’s going to happen tonight?
Despite my curiosity, I can’t bring myself to ask Nash what he’s talking about. I’m too sullen over the prospect of being forced to close my eyes. I don’t want to miss a second of the beautiful countryside. I’ve never seen anything like it. Each day brings something new. If I go to sleep, I might miss another majestic mountain range, an interesting animal I’ve never seen before, or a pretty cloud formation. We also pass the occasional lake or pond, and I always delight at the ducks and geese we see, especially the fuzzy little babies swimming behind their mamas in the water. No, I will not agree to take a nap. I absolutely will not.
Keeping my arms crossed, I glare out the window, refusing to pay any attention to the brothers, even though I can feel Axel’s gaze hot on me and sense Nash is occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“Josie,” Axel says. “I want you to lie down beside me and close your eyes. Right now.” He produces a blanket and opens it up. “Go ahead and I’ll tuck you in, little girl.”
“I said I’m not tired.” Though I haven’t cursed in days—not since the time I tried to escape—a multitude of naughty words suddenly rest on the tip of my tongue. Anger mounts inside me and it takes all of my self-control to remain outwardly calm.
“Josie, do you want Daddy to pull this truck over?”
“But I’m not tired!” This time, my tone is especially harsh and I even stomp my foot. Apparently, it was the wrong thing to do, because Nash immediately pulls the truck to the side of the road.
My stomach drops and my bravery wavers. I grab the blanket from Axel and throw myself down upon the back seat, closing my eyes and praying Nash starts driving again. Maybe I really do need a nap. I’m feeling rather sullen, almost grumpy, and I soon find myself repressing a sudden yawn.
“I-I’ll take a nap, Daddies,” I say in the gentlest voice I can muster. “Sorry I yelled.”Please start driving. Please don’t punish me.I can’t believe how quickly I’d lost my temper, particularly that I’d stomped my foot.
My pulse spikes when the blanket is ripped away from me. Oh, no. I must have pushed the savages too far this time.
“Little girls who refuse to take naps and have temper tantrums get their bottoms reddened by their daddies, Josie,” Axel says, pulling me up.
I open my eyes and give him a pleading look. “I didn’t have a temper tantrum and I said sorry. I promise I’ll take a nap now, just please don’t spank me, Daddy Axel.”
“Raising your voice and stomping your foot constitutes a temper tantrum in my book,” Daddy Nash says from the front seat.
“Mine too,” Daddy Axel says in agreement.
Before I can protest further, he yanks me over his sturdy thighs. I struggle and try to escape his lap, but it’s no use. He easily holds me down. He also easily flips up the skirt of my dress and pulls my panties down.
“No spanking! Please, Daddies, no!”
What follows is a quick but firm spanking, and I soon give up my struggles and surrender to the chastisement I’ve earned. Daddy Axel’s huge palm cracks down upon my upturned cheeks about two dozen times, hard slaps that bring tears to my eyes. After the blows stop falling, he cups my bottom and rubs it with gentle caresses that mercifully soothe the sting he just created.
“Are you going to be a good girl for the rest of the truck ride, little girl, or are we going to have to pull over every couple of miles and give you a couple of smacks to keep you in line?” Daddy Axel’s stern tone makes my tummy flutter.
“I’ll be good, Daddy Axel. I promise. Sorry I was naughty.”
“Good girl.” His fingers graze over my intimate folds and he urges my legs wider apart.
I glance up to see Daddy Nash watching everything from the driver’s seat and flush with shame. Even though he’s spanked me before and watched his brother punish me before too, it’s still deeply humiliating knowing he just watched me get my bottom reddened in the back seat of the truck.
