Page 18 of Eloise's Daddies
I’m so loved.
As they return and snuggle up to my sides with a bottle, my stuffie, and the pacifier they will pop in my mouth after I eat, I close my eyes and count my blessings.
Moments like this make me wonder why on earth I would ever think of changing anything between us by taking classes and then aspiring to get a job. I need to shake that notion from my head and enjoy this life they’ve given me.
ChapterSeven
“Papa…” I groan, tugging on the leash attached to the harness at my back. “Come on! I want to see all the animals.”
We’ve been here one minute, and already I’m bouncing on my feet. This is the first time I’ve ever been to a zoo. I don’t want to miss anything. I want to see every single animal at the zoo.
Papa chuckles. “Slow down. We’ll see all the animals. I promise. If not today, we can always come back. We have six more days. That’s two at each park unless you want to go to the beach another day.”
I come to a stop and gasp when he gives a sharp tug on my leash. The straps cinch tight against my boobies, taking my breath away. I tumble against his chest, and he wraps an arm around me and holds me against him. His lips come to my ear. “I know you’re excited, Eloise, but you’re not going to run through the zoo. You’re going to walk nicely with Daddy and me. If you can’t be a good girl, we will stop and spank your bottom.”
Daddy comes around to the front, facing me. He tips my head back and holds my gaze. “Papa is right. We won’t do it discreetly either. There are plenty of benches around the zoo. We won’t hesitate to take you over our knees, bare your bottom, and spank you in front of everyone.”
I gulp. Would he really do that? He looks serious. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”
I know I’ve become more and more kinky over the last few months. I always did like to get my bottom spanked by Master Derek who runs Rawhide Ranch. I wasn’t sorry when my two Daddies took me in and started spanking me more regularly either. We’ve even reached a point where we have an arrangement so that I can simply tell them when I need to be spanked and eliminate the need to misbehave to get what I crave.
I’ve been disciplined in public places at Rawhide Ranch before, but this is different. It’s really crowded here, and I don’t know anyone. What would people think if my Daddies hauled me over their laps and swatted my naked bottom in front of everyone?
I look around. My face heats. I’m finding since yesterday’s visit to the clinic that I have a bit of a humiliation kink I wasn’t fully aware of. I’m not sure Daddy’s threat is a deterrent.
Daddy continues to look at me. His expression doesn’t change. After a few moments he speaks again. “You have choices, Eloise. This can go one of two ways. Would you like to make a request?”
He’s got my number. The fact that both he and Papa can read my mind is almost as unnerving as what I’m thinking.
Papa is still holding me against his chest, tight. He slides his palm under my T-shirt and eases it up until he’s stroking the underside of my boobies. “You don’t have to misbehave to get your bottom spanked, do you, sweet girl?”
I shake my head as I rise onto my toes. My breath hitches when he finds my nipple. I’m in a bubble. There are very few places on earth where I could actually stand like this, wearing a diaper covered with princesses and a thin T-shirt with no bra. A place where two men can touch me intimately in public and no one will bat an eye. A place where I can either misbehave to get the humiliation I suddenly crave or just ask for it.
Misbehaving can be fun. It has a time and a place. I enjoy it often at the Ranch when I get into trouble with the other naughty Little girls. There are a lot of them. But it can also be exhausting, and I really do want to see all the animals.
I hedge, going over the options. I’m hyper and excited. It will help me center if they spank me before we get started. It will calm my soul. The burn of their palm prints on my butt will remind me how loved I am. Maybe even help me stop pondering the notion that I should ask for more.
Decision made, I take a deep breath. In my Littlest voice I ask, “Please spank me before we get started.”
Daddy nods. “Good girl. I’m proud of you for asking for what you need.”
They lead me to the closest bench. We’re not far from the entrance. It’s very crowded. I don’t look, but I bet dozens of people are close enough to watch me get disciplined.
Daddy sits on the bench. Papa sits next to him. Without a word, they remove my diaper, leaving me naked from the waist down where I’m standing on the path.
I bite my lip when I remember there’s another aspect to this humiliation that I hadn’t considered. A shiny pink jewel is poking out from between my butt cheeks. It’s attached to the plug Papa put in my bottom before we left the cabin.
I shudder as they guide me over their laps.
The thing about two laps is that I get stretched out across them entirely when they spank me together. My bottom ends up right between them.
Daddy pushes my shirt up and rubs my back.
Papa rubs my bottom and my thighs. “Why are you being spanked, sweet girl?”
“Because I asked you to, Papa.”
“Are you in trouble?” Daddy asks.
