Page 267 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

It was so unexpected, it took longer than usual for the pain to register. And when it did, Hayleigh couldn’t quite smother her shriek of surprise.

Fuck, that paddle hurt!

“What did you do?” Vicky screamed as she started to rise from her position.

The paddle connected with Hayleigh’s bottom again, and the burn seemed to engulf every inch of exposed skin.

“Moving out of position gets you a penalty as well,” Saul informed her, and she immediately dropped back into place.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. “I didn’t know they were going to do that!”

“It’s okay. I can take it.” And despite how protective Vicky could be, it was the truth. Hayleigh had been spanked and paddled and strapped back home more times than she could count. “Just finish the count, Vicky. For me. Please.”

“Okay, okay! Two, thank you, Daddy.” The final part of the count was delivered through clenched teeth, but at least she’d finally said it.

And then it was Hayleigh’s turn. Again.

Chapter Six

Vicky

Squeezing Hayleigh’s fingers tightly, Vicky bit down on her lip against what she actually wanted to say. Because part of her wanted to kill her Daddy and Connor. Punishing Hayleigh for something she’d done? That was messed up.

It was also effective.

Pretty much the only thing that kept her in line as the count went higher and higher, her bottom burning hotter and hotter, was knowing that her actions affected what happened to Hayleigh. Otherwise she probably would have been cursing up a storm. That bamboo paddle hurt!

The hard wood bit into tender skin with both a sting and a thud, the painful smack reverberating deep into her flesh. Surface-pain was bad enough, but she knew she was going to be feeling this for a couple days at least. Unlike the other spankings she’d received on this vacation, this was a real punishment and it felt like one.

“Ow! Fifteen, thank you, Daddy!” Her voice came out as a high-pitched screech when Saul landed a good one across the crease where her bottom met her thighs.

That was going to hurt sooooo much tomorrow.

Dammit. She wished she and Hayleigh had waited.

Would it have really killed them to return to the husbands after going to the bathroom? They didn’t have to duck away… they could have gone back and presented a united front, argued together that they should be allowed to hang out at least a little. She and Hayleigh had accused Saul and Connor of not communicating, but they’d done the same thing.

Rather than pressing their point, they’d snuck off to talk. Rather than confronting the unfairness while they had the upper hand, they’d waited until they’d disobeyed and then been caught out.

And now they were paying the price for it.

By the time they finished their count, both of them were squeezing each other’s hand so tightly that Vicky could feel her knuckles creaking. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and judging by the way she and Hayleigh were soaking the ottoman with tears, she knew her friend felt the same.

Sneaking off hadn’t been worth it at all.

Sure, the husbands had also been in the wrong, but it wasn’t like she and Hayleigh were going to spank them for it. It also sounded like they’d been working on making up for it, even if it was a little late.

“Good girl,” Daddy said soothingly in her ear, his hands sliding underneath her to help her up. On her other side, Connor was doing the same with Hayleigh. She wasn’t at all surprised when Connor finished the move, scooping up Hayleigh in his arms and striding into the darkness. Vicky sniffled.

She wanted to know where her friend was going, but she also knew that Connor would take good care of Hayleigh. Hopefully they’d see each other again before the honeymoon was over and they went back to their respective homes practically all the way across the country from each other.

Rather than picking her up, Daddy flipped her onto her back and Vicky squealed as her poor bottom bounced off the ottoman. It was squishy but that didn’t mean it was comfortable against her flaming skin.

Looking up at him through tear-filled eyes, Vicky sniffled a little.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said sincerely. “We shouldn’t have snuck away, we should have come back to the bar and made you and Connor realize how important it was to us that we get some time together.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t anticipate that,” he replied, leaning forward over her and using his fingers to brush her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks. “I wanted you all to myself and I forgot that when we go home, I’d still have you, and you and Hayleigh would be far away without the chance to hang out in person. We’re still going to spend some time with them tomorrow, okay?”

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