I watch, equal parts horrified and fascinated as her bottom bounces beneath his hand. Over and over again, with every swat darkening the color in her already reddened cheeks.
“I’m sorry!” she wails, kicking her feet and arching her back in what looks to be an escape attempt. But Not-Daddy doesn’t miss a beat as he continues spanking her poor bare bottom.
With every swat, a horrifyingly familiar sensation makes itself known between my thighs. Am I… Am Ienjoyingthis?
No. That can’t be. I’m not some monster who gets off on seeing people in pain.
Am I?
Before I can answer my own question, Not-Daddy rests his hand on Josie’s glowing bottom while she sobs loudly over his lap. “You will not go running toward a moving vehicle ever again. Am I making myself absolutely clear, Josephine Elise?”
“Y-yes, Daddy!”
“That’s my good girl.” Not-Daddy’s voice softens considerably as he gathers his weeping babygirl up in his arms, cradling her on his lap and rocking her gently back and forth. “Shh, my little lovebug. It’s okay. Daddy’s right here.”
Oddly, watching Josie curl into her Daddy’s embrace, stuttering apologies as he holds and comforts her feels evenmore intimate than watching her get spanked. Heat rises to my cheeks and I turn my head from the sweet scene in front of me.
If “sweet” is really the right word to describe a woman being coddled by the man who just beat her.
This is soweird.
But I don’t really have time to fret about the strangeness of it all before a familiar voice pierces my consciousness.
“All right, little firecracker. Your turn.”
Colt
Without giving my babygirl a chance to argue—or worse, bolt again—I flip her facedown over my knee.
“Daddy, no! Not here!”
The panic in her voice stops me momentarily as I reach for the layers of tulle covering her bottom. I’m tempted to take her somewhere private, since this is her first spanking in her new home.
But not only will she need to get used to having her bottom bared in front of my siblings sooner or later, there are traditions to be considered. With that in mind, I flip her skirts up and glance over at my sister. “Gray, would you bring me your hairbrush?”
A grin spreads across my sister’s face. “I’ll be right back.”
While Gray fetches me the implement I asked for, I peel Tabby’s diaper from her, exposing her bottom. A soft sobreaches my ears and I take a moment to give the pale globes a reassuring rub.
“It’s all right, baby. We’re all family here. A Little girl getting her naughty bottom spanked is nothing your uncles and auntie haven’t seen before.”
“Please, Daddy,” she whispers, sounding so small and scared it makes me want to scoop her up in my arms and reassure her everything will be okay.
Reassurances will have to wait, however. First, my Little girl needs to learn a hard lesson.
“You do not ever interfere with a punishment another Little one has earned. Am I making myself crystal clear, little girl?”
“Y-yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
“I’m very happy to hear that.”
Her body relaxes over my lap, and I have to bite my lip against the laugh that wants to burst out of me. Poor Little girl thinks she’s getting off that easily?
The first swat of my hand against her bare bottom has her tensing all over again as a soft cry escapes her. I watch for a moment as my handprint blossoms on her skin before spanking her opposite cheek.
“In this house, the grownups are in charge,” I lecture as I land several more hard swats to her bottom. My babygirl whimpers and flutters her feet, but she doesn’t try to escape. “Which means that when Daddy or any of your uncles or your Auntie Gray decide someone needs a spanking, you do not try and stop them.”
“But he was hurting her!”
