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Looking down at my babygirl’s auburn hair, I grin before nodding to my brother. “I do.”

Vanessa jerks her head up, glaring daggers at me from those bright-green eyes, her mouth working around the pacifier even though nobody can understand a word she’s saying. Hands still bound as if in prayer, she lifts a foot and stomps it against the ground, her head whipping back and forth.

Adorable.

Completely ignoring my babygirl’s temper tantrum, Eli rolls forward with the vows. “Excellent. As is our tradition, we shall forgo the bride’s vows since her mouth is otherwise occupied. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now claim your bride.”

And just like that, I’m a married man. Scooping Vanessa up into my arms, I carry her to the makeshift altar while all around me cheers of excitement ring out, along with the familiar banging of pots and pans that accompanies every wedding ceremony in our family.

“Chivaree!” Colt yells, his cry echoed by all the others as they begin to dance in a circle around us.

My blood pumps faster in my veins as I reach for the tabs on my Little one’s diaper. But I’m distracted by my family’s celebration, and I catch the intent on her face a split second too late.

Her leg shoots out, her foot connecting painfully with my nose and I stumble backward, clutching at my face as blood pours from my nostrils.

Chaos erupts around me as Vanessa rolls off the table and stumbles toward the entryway of the dining room. Unfortunately for her, she’s wildly outnumbered and Axel easily catches her round the waist.

“Fucking hell, Dane. Let me make sure she didn’t break your goddamn nose.”

Waving aside Ford’s concerns, I focus in on my babygirl as Axel and Eli wrestle her back into place.

“No,” I tell them, the word somewhat warbled thanks to what I’m pretty sure is a broken nose. “I want her bent over the edge of the altar.”

My brothers share a glance tinged with sympathy for the Little girl trapped between them, but they do as I ask, flipping Vanessa over so her torso is pressed down against the smooth wood and her diapered bottom is presented high for my discipline.

“Take the gag off. I want to hear her cry for Daddy when I punish her.”

Watching as Eli unbuckles the pacifier gag, I reach for the buckle on my belt, pulling the leather free with a hiss that has my little fox going still.

“Six with Daddy’s belt, little girl. And then Daddy is going to show you how naughty girls get fucked.”

CHAPTER 8

VANESSA

Of all the things I haven’t thought through since getting on the plane to Colorado, this may be the thing I didn’t think through the most. But my fight-or-flight instinct just kicked in—no pun intended—and now I’m here, pinned to a table with my diaper-covered ass sticking straight up in the air and a madman behind me threatening to whip me with a belt.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, D-Daddy!” The words stick in my throat a bit, but I’m not too proud to beg under the circumstances. My ass still aches from the brush he spanked me with earlier and just the thought of being whipped with an actual belt sends terror coursing through my veins.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re very sorry now, little fox.” A fierce sense of pride blooms in my chest at the garbled sound of his words, but it doesn’t last long. “Sorry you got caught, yet again. But don’t worry. Daddy’s here to teach you how to be a good girl.”

No matter how hard I fight, I’m no match for the two men holding me down as Dane rips the diaper from me, exposing my most private parts to the room. I only have a minute to feel embarrassed about it, however, before an odd whistling sound reaches my ears, followed by a loud crack and an explosion of pain in a thick line across my ass.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“One more naughty word out of you, little girl, and I’ll get your Uncle Ford to mix up the soapiest enema he can. Trust me when I tell you that getting your bottom washed out with soap is even worse than your mouth.”

Before I can respond to that horrifying threat, he whips the belt across my ass two more times. Tears pool on my lashes as the pain engulfs me, my entire being focused on the fire lines he’s raised across my already aching ass.

“You can fight me all you want, little fox. Just know there will always be consequences.”

Three more times the belt falls, so quickly I don’t even have time to catch my breath between strokes. By now I’m sobbing again, my breasts pressing firmly against the wood beneath me with every shuddering breath.

And then he’s on me, gripping my hips with one hand as he uses the other to guide his cock to my⁠—

Oh, god.

Six with Daddy’s belt, little girl. And then Daddy is going to show you how naughty girls get fucked.