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"Sorry, kiddo, but you have to listen to your daddy and you know it," Markus said.
"I know, but there is only one way I can have ice cream and, well... only you can help."
Markus was curious and before he could ask, she held out her smartphone. He took it and read the text message on the screen.
Text from Derek:
'You know the rules. You missed your nap today. You've earned a naughty-girl spanking. No ice cream until your punishment is over.'
It took a few seconds for it to sink in. Markus looked up see her pleading eyes. "I see. And does your daddy know you're asking for my help?" he said.
"Yes, Sir."
He had known Derek and Rachel their entire relationship, yet this request would put them into new territory. Markus mulled over the implications, glancing first at his wife having fun in the kitchen, and then Aiden and Josh before he made his decision.
He put on his 'Dom mask' before answering strictly. "To the corner with you. Nose tight, and pull those panties down so we can all get a look at that naughty bottom of yours."
Rachel was an exhibitionist. His stern command had her skipping off to the corner, happy with the turn of events. As Markus reached for his own cell phone, he could see both Aiden and Josh shifting uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes focused on the sexy scene before them.
Derek answered on the third ring. "Hey there. I was wondering if you'd call."
"Master Markus reporting in. Are you asking me to do what I think you are?"
"If you don't mind, yeah. I can see I'm gonna be gone longer than I thought, and Rach needs her bottom warmed good each night before bed. It centers her. She could stand to be diapered and bottled tonight, too, but that might be asking too much."
Now Markus's cock was growing thick. "You think?" he choked out. "Listen, you just worry about bringing Davenport down so life can go back to normal around here, okay? Master Markus will take care of your baby tonight."
"Thanks, man," Derek said.
"No problem. Let Lukus know things are going good here at the loft."
"Will do." The call dropped.
Markus's eyes connected with his beautiful wife's as she carried the tray full of bowls of ice cream over to the great room, placing it in the center of the coffee table. Tiffany delivered bowls to her brother and Josh, while Bri came in with one big bowl for her and Markus to share. She plopped down into his lap, snuggling in close.
"I missed you, Sir." Her lips nibbled at his neck, bringing his cock to full attention.
"I missed you more, sweetheart. It also seems Rachel is missing Derek." He pulled away a few inches so he could look into her eyes as he asked, "How would you feel about me delivering a punishment to her tonight for Master Derek?"
He could see her surprise, but was relieved to discover there was no jealousy there. "Would she be able to eat ice cream then?"
"Apparently."
"Then, sure. As long as I get to watch." Bri's own pupils were dilating as she obviously contemplated watching her friend being punished. She glanced over at Rachel in the corner, her bottom pushed out enticingly.
Markus couldn't help but chuckle. "Some friend you are. You look absolutely excited to see her get her ass lit up."
She grinned back. "Hey, I'm a masochist. I can't help it."
Brianna might be taking the strange request in her stride, but Tiffany was scandalized. "You're fucking kidding me! You wouldn't dare."
Markus grinned back. "Oh, little girl, your fiancé has already given me carte blanche to punish you any way I see fit when you are in my care. I'd watch that mouth. I happen to know how your Dom handles that potty mouth of yours."
Tiffany's eyes grew wide with surprise before she quickly looked back down to take a sudden deep interest in her bowl of ice cream.
Markus called out. "Rachel, turn around." When she did, he saw the first sign of fear in her eyes. "Leave your panties around your knees and go back to the bedroom to get your punishment hairbrush. Bring it to me."
For the briefest of seconds, Markus wondered if she would back out, deciding she didn't need ice cream after all, but she eventually shuffled off in the direction of the bedroom, returning a few moments later with the well-worn, heavy wooden paddle brush.
