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“Did Uncle Linc give you a nice toasty bottom?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed, flushing a deeper shade of pink.
He’d always heard redheads shouldn’t wear pink and for the life of him he couldn’t understand why. Pink was one of his favorite colors on Cricket. Did cheeks—both pairs—count though? He didn’t care.
“Good. It looked like he gave you a nice warm up.”
Linc took a draught of water from a glass on the bedside table and looked awfully pleased with himself. Owen couldn’t blame him; he always felt pretty damn good after spanking Cricket too.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. How about you drink some water before we move onto your punishment spanking? I don’t want you cooling off too much but I don’t want you getting dehydrated either. I’ll get you a sippy.”
He squeezed her thighs and leaned up to kiss her on her cheeks and forehead, and then went to fetch the water. When he handed it to her, Cricket took the sippy with two hands to bring it to her mouth. She was too damn cute.
After he’d made sure his love bug was drinking like she should, he sat down next to her and set a hand on the back of her neck. His heart swelled when she sighed happily.
“How do you want her for the rest of this?” he asked his friend. “Over pillows on the bed or bent over the arm of the couch? Or something else? I’m always in the market for new things to try with my babygirl.”
“What about kneeling up facing the back of the couch?” Linc suggested. “You got any attachment points on that thing so we could stretch out her arms? Maybe put her in a few spreader bars to keep her legs apart?”
“I like that idea,” mused Owen, picturing the scenario in his mind. “Cricket probably does too, she loves bondage. Let’s see if we can make this happen.”
* * *
It was easy enough to get Cricket on the couch and leaning against the back. He made sure to scoop her generous tits up and rest them on top. Such a pretty picture.
“Wait right there, love bug. I’ll be right back.”
Owen fetched what he’d need from his store of bondage items and brought them back to the couch, and handed a wrist cuff and a short chain to Linc.
“Here. You take her right and I’ll do her left. And of course there are attachment points screwed into the couch frame. What do you think this is, amateur hour?”
It was good for Cricket to have both of them doing this. Both because she would like the attention, and it would build trust and familiarity between his friend and babygirl, but also so in her mind the idea that her Uncle Linc was explicitly endorsed and trusted by her Daddy would be cemented.
Between the two of them, they made quick work of stretching out her arms and affixing her cuffs to the eye screws with the chains. Then they got the spreader bars on her: one with the cuffs fastened around her plump thighs that they chained to other attachment points, one just below her knees, and one right above her ankles.
Owen was tempted to give Cricket a paci but with the unfamiliarity of being spanked for punishment by both of them, he decided it would be wiser to leave her mouth free in case she needed to use her safeword. Sure she could spit out the binky, but would she if she was deep enough into her headspace? He wasn’t willing to take the risk that she’d be non-verbal and he wouldn’t know.
Then he and Linc made a show of separating the implements. It was like being back in elementary school gym class when people were picking teams, but this would be way more fun than kickball. Especially with Cricket looking on, her eyes wide and knowing her anticipation was ramping up with every paddle, crop, or strap he and Linc selected from the impact toy buffet.
“I think we’ll do ten swats with each implement, taking turns. Does that work for you?”
“She’s going to be able to take that?”
Some tops might’ve been insulted that someone was questioning how well they knew their bottom, but Owen wasn’t one of them. He appreciated that Linc was looking out for Cricket, even with him still here.
“She should be able to,” he told his friend, striking a small, leather paddle against his palm. “It’s supposed to be punishment after all. And I’ll keep an eye on her. It’s been an emotional afternoon and that can affect her pain tolerance. If you notice anything that seems off, let me know.”
“You got it.”
Once they’d divvied up all the implements and lined up the pairs just so, they took a minute to get Cricket warmed up again. Because yes this was punishment and it was going to hurt but he wanted her to last for a long time. It also helped him and Linc get their bearings.
They put one knee each on the couch cushions and used hands on the back rail of the couch for balance. And then set their other hands on Cricket’s already pink bottom. She was beautiful now, but Owen couldn’t wait to have her a sobbing, stinging, begging, bruised mess. His mess, who he would hold and comfort and set right again. He’d earned that privilege, just as she’d earned punishment.
He and Linc both rubbed Cricket’s backside for a few minutes, in no rush. Then they exchanged a look, and Owen gave his friend a go-ahead nod, raising his hand to land a spank on his babygirl’s ample bottom in case Linc hadn’t received the message.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
