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“Hi, sweet girl, I’m Dr. Daniel, but you can call me Dr. Dan.”

“Hi, Dr. Dan. I’m Daphne.” Her voice sounded so small for someone who claimed to not be a Little.

“It’s nice to meet you, Daphne. Can you tell me what happened so I can know how best to help your owie?” Dr. Daniel was fantastic with the Littles and submissives, and Eamon was appreciative. He mostly bandaged up his men but when a Little was hurt, he was caring and not his typical gruff self.

“Well, I was running through the woods and I tripped and fell on my wrist and now it h-hurts really badly.” She sniffled, he assumed to garner sympathy from all of them, but she would find out quickly she would get none.

“I’m sure it hurts. Let’s get an x-ray and see if you broke anything.” He brought over a portable x-ray machine and took several pictures of her hand, wrist, and forearm. He was thorough but careful as he rotated the crying girl’s arm for the perfect placement.

“This will take a few minutes to upload.” The Doctor disappeared and left us with a very recalcitrant young lady.

Chapter 6

Daphne

She was fucking pissed. Her arm hurt and these two assholes were set on punishing her, and she didn’t want to be punished again. Her stupid feelings got a hold of her and now she was in major trouble. It didn’t help that these were two of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen in her life. Eamon wasn’t as tall as Liam, but he was just as gorgeous. His salt and pepper hair and chiseled cheeks made her panties wet and she felt flushed as she looked at her hurting hand. She didn’t want a broken arm, but she was sure that if it was broken, she would get out of her spanking. Even if it was just sprained, she was pretty sure they couldn’t spank her. Would they?

“You can’t spank me while I’m injured!” she shouted, startling herself and the men in the room.

Dr. Dan’s mouth curved into a sinister smile, sending shivers down her entire body.

“Well, lucky for you, your arm is not broken, just sprained. And even with a sprained wrist, they can absolutely still spank you. I am going to wrap your wrist in this brace and I want you to not use it for a few days. You can take it off to shower, but if you wear it most of the time, you will be healed up in no time.”

Her lip poked out. “But that’s not fair!” She couldn’t help the whine in her voice.. “I’m hurt. Isn’t that punishment enough?”

“It is not,” Uncle Liam answered. “You will be feeling a switch on your naughty bottom and tasting soap. You were very naughty today, young lady, and punishment will happen.”

When she looked to Eamon, he just shrugged. “You’re lucky it’s him spanking you. If it were me, you would have earned penalty swats. Do you want to know what penalty swats are with me?”

Morbid curiosity got the best of her and she nodded, unable to form words.

“Penalty swats are things you earn when you misbehave during a spanking. They end with you on your chest and knees, your delicious bottom high in the air, your hands spreading your ass cheeks, and my rattan cane landing on your bottom hole.” The asshole just smirked at her sharp intake of breath. “I think there is a deep part of you that wants that to happen. Am I right?”

Huffing indignantly, she narrowed her eyes. “No. You will never do that to me, you sadistic bastard.”

His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. She watched, horrified, as he reached down and unbuckled the wide leather belt around his waist. Pulling it through the loops with a deafening whoosh, she was frozen. Reaching out, he grabbed her uninjured arm and spun her around and bent her over the medical table so fast she only had time to squeak before a searing pain erupted on her upturned bottom. Even through her jeans, the belt stung.

“Owie! Owie, no more.” She wiggled and squirmed as the heavy leather belt flew through the air and landed repeatedly. “Ok, ok, ok. I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for, Little girl?” he asked as he placed a particularly vicious swat on her sit spot and she howled in pain.

“I’m sorry for being sassy and cussing at you!” She was trying desperately to stay in place. The last thing she wanted was to earn penalty swats from this awful man. He capped off her spanking with two hard swats to the swell of her bottom before helping her up and pulling her in for a hug. Her eyes were wet with tears that she tried to wipe away quickly. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her tears. She pushed him away, not wanting to seek any comfort from him. As far as she was concerned, he could get fucked.

“I know you’re pissed at me and that’s fine, but you will never cuss at me or anyone else in my house. You will maintain a civil tongue or you will find yourself in this position again, only next time I won’t be so kind. Your pants and panties will be around your knees while I blister your bottom. Do you understand me, Little girl?” His jaw tightened as she contemplated her response.

“Fine,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Is that the appropriate way you address a Dom, young lady?” Uncle Liam pressed.

“It is when it’s him,” she sassed back.

“You are really pushing your luck, Daphne Erin,” Uncle Liam growled as he leaned down to look directly at her. “You will speak respectfully or he will spank you again until you do. Keep in mind that when we leave here, we are going to cut a switch. So choose your next move carefully.” Raising his eyebrow at her eye roll, she finally conceded.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Eamon. I won’t cuss at anyone again.” She was half-hearted with her apology, but hoped it would suffice for now. Another belting before a switching sounded fucking awful and not something she wanted to experience.

Dr. Dan cleared his throat, her cheeks turning even hotter as she realized she had another person experience her humiliation. “Keep your wrist secure unless you’re in the shower. Gentlemen, obviously you can spank her, just take some precautions to not further hurt her wrist. I’ll leave you to it, but call me if after a few days the pain doesn’t ease or if you need anything else. Oh, and she can take Tylenol for pain if needed.” And with that, he was gone, leaving her with the two people she wanted to be with least in the world right now.

“If I said I was really, really sorry, would you please not spank me? Cause I am. And it’s been a really hard day. I was so scared when we got here and I know I shouldn’t have run away, but I was overwhelmed and didn’t want to be in trouble.” She dropped her shoulders and looked at the floor.