Page 266 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“But that’s not fair! None of this is fair!”

“Vicky, it’s okay.” Hayleigh squeezed her friend’s hand and forced a smile, determined to not let Vicky make things any worse. As much as she might agree with her, she didn’t really want to see what else their devious Daddies could come up with. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Ugh. Fine.” With another heated glare for their men, Vicky tilted her nose in the air. “But only because you asked, Hayleigh.”

Saul’s lips twitched, and Hayleigh got the distinct impression he was holding back laughter. Unfortunately, she doubted his amusement with the situation was going to save their asses. A fact he confirmed with his next words. “Skirts and shorts off, and up on the ottoman.”

As one, she and Vicky turned and slipped out of the grass skirts they’d been so excited about just a short while ago. Then their shorts, leaving them in only their tank tops and panties as they climbed up onto the ottoman, their knees sinking slightly into the plush cushion.

“Elbows and palms on the cushion, girls.”

It felt odd taking orders from Saul. She was plenty used to taking them from others at the Ranch, but this was… Saul. He was so much more laid-back than her own Daddy, and although she knew from stories Vicky had shared that he could be just as strict when it came to handing down a punishment, knowing it and experiencing it were turning out to be very separate things.

Taking a deep breath, she obeyed, lowering her torso so her forearms were flat against the ottoman and her ass was raised high in the air. Beside her, Vicky huffed out a loud, annoyed breath before following suit. When she was in position, Hayleigh shifted her hand to the left and linked pinkies with her friend.

“Good girls.” Saul’s words slid over her, settling some of the nerves jumping in her stomach. Some of the tension in Vicky’s shoulders seemed to fade as well, so hopefully she was feeling comforted by her Daddy’s praise as well. “Find anything good for us, Connor?”

“As it so happens I did. Aren’t these gorgeous?”

“Oh, wow. Are these bamboo?”

“They are. I wonder if they sell them on the island. I’ve heard bamboo holds up really well. And packs quite a sting.”

Would you two just get on with it already! It was mostly her desire to not add any more to Vicky’s punishment that kept the words in her head. She hated the anticipation even more than the spanking itself, and her Daddy knew it, which was probably the whole reason they were standing there, gushing over a freaking paddle while she and Vicky were ass up, waiting for their punishment to begin.

After a few more moments of admiring the workmanship, they finally approached, and her heart thumped against her ribcage when the soft cotton of her panties slid down, exposing her—all of her—to the men behind her.

“Oh, Daddy, no!” Vicky’s anguished wail pierced the air, reminding Hayleigh she’d never actually been punished in front of anyone before. It was such a normal part of Hayleigh’s life that the embarrassment barely registered anymore, but she vividly remembered how hard it had been at first.

Shifting her hand to cover Vicky’s, she linked all their fingers together and squeezed. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”

Vicky whimpered softly, and Hayleigh felt a fierce wave of protectiveness wash over her. It was a complete switch of their usual dynamics, since it was normally Vicky trying to protect her, and she suddenly understood her friend a little better. She wasn’t about to defy their Daddies the way Vicky sometimes did, but Vicky’s reactions to Hayleigh being in trouble made a lot more sense now.

A familiar, heavy hand rested at the small of her back and a moment later Connor’s voice whispered in her ear. “Daddy’s very proud of you, baby.”

Even if she still felt their punishment was unfair, those words filled her with joy. Glancing over, she saw Saul on the other side, whispering something to Vicky. Whatever he said seemed to settle her again, and she gave a small, hesitant nod.

Then the men were behind them again, and something hard tapped against Hayleigh’s bare bottom.

“Don’t forget to count, jellybean.”

It was all the warning she got before the soft whoosh of air, the loud crack of wood meeting skin. As always, there was a split second of nothing but the force of the impact before the pain exploded across her skin, hundreds of little bees stinging her everywhere and she gasped. “One, thank you, Daddy!”

Oh, shit? Was she supposed to include Saul? If she was, what was she supposed to say? “Thank you Daddy and Saul” seemed like a mouthful, but if that’s what they wanted, then that’s what she would say. She could only pray they wouldn’t add a penalty swat for not getting it right.

But apparently her count was good enough, because a couple seconds later another loud crack echoed around the alcove, followed by Vicky’s loud, distressed squeal. “Two!”

Hayleigh’s heart pounded even harder, panic building as she waited for her friend to remember the rest.

“What else are you supposed to say, Victoria Ann?”

Fun, easygoing Saul had completely disappeared. This version of Saul could probably give Connor a run for his money when it came to giving naughty girls the punishments they’d earned. A familiar heat flooded Hayleigh’s pussy and she prayed the men didn’t notice she was dripping with need.

“I am not thanking you for spanking me, Saul!”

“Very well.” There was not a trace of softness in Saul’s voice. “Penalty swat it is.”

Sympathy stirred in Hayleigh’s heart, and she was opening her mouth to encourage Vicky to just do as she was told when the paddle landed again.

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