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I bit my lip, trying to hold back the whimpers, but they managed to escape, anyway.
Mommy smiled. “What a precious little sound.” She leaned in and kissed my nose. “Be a good girl now; Daddy is not going to be nice. We need to really make sure this lesson sticks so we don’t have to repeat it.” She looked up at him and gave a little nod, and I braced for impact.
Daddy clicked his teeth. “Oh no, no, no, that just won’t do. You can’t tense up when you’re getting a spanking, little one. Mommy, I think we’re going to need the spreader bar.”
“We don’t! I’ll be good,” I promised. I knew what a spreader bar was, but I’d never been bound during a spanking, and I certainly had never been forced to keep my legs spread.
Mommy smiled and got up, disappearing from my vision. I hid my face with my hands. “I want my binky,” I whimpered.
“You can have your comfort items after your punishment, little girl. I want all of your focus on what is happening to your body and nowhere else.”
Daddy’s voice was kind and he rubbed my bottom as he talked, but I still didn’t like his answer. I should have expected it, though. Comfort came with aftercare, not really before, in my experience.
I felt something cold wrap around my ankle and jumped.
“It’s just the leather cuffs, little one. I didn’t anticipate using them, so I didn’t warm them up like I normally would,” Daddy told me as the leather was buckled around each leg.
I tried to focus on Daddy’s words. I liked getting little glimpses like that of the two people I had chosen to submit to. The small fact that he would take the care to warm a leather cuff before putting it on was so deeply sweet and thoughtful. It truly spoke to the kind of Daddy Dom he was at his core.
“Spread your legs a little bit, babygirl, so Mommy can attach the bar,” she instructed.
I obeyed as I shook my head. For the thousandth time in the span of the day I wondered just how I’d gotten myself into this particular predicament.
She attached the bar and then I heard a click before my legs were forced way wider. I tested the bonds, attempting to get a tiny bit of my dignity back by closing my legs just a little, but I couldn’t move. Daddy shifted beneath me, scooting back on the bed as he held on to me.
“There now, that’s perfect.” He traced a finger down the crack of my ass. “No more clenching for you, and I have all access to your dripping little kitty.”
He cupped my mound to illustrate his words. A shiver went through me, and even though they kept assuring me they liked me being so turned on, I was embarrassed.
Mommy grabbed my wrists and gently pulled them away from my face. “No hiding, little girl. You face your consequences head on; it’s the only way you’ll learn.”
Daddy didn’t start spanking right away. Instead his fingers tickled my pussy lips before slipping inside me, making that hard ache pulse all the way to my core. He pumped in and out slowly, and Mommy started to lecture.
It was almost impossible to focus on her words, and when she asked a question I had no idea how to answer it. That was when the spanking started. Daddy started slow and steady, but that didn’t last long, and before I knew it I was writhing in pain and making every promise under the sun that I had no possible hope of ever keeping. Daddy stopped and his fingers were back at my entrance.
“Do you like being spanked, little girl?” he asked.
“No, Daddy,” I half lied. I didn’t like the pain of being spanked, but the feeling of being forced to submit to the pain for some reason or another was one of my favorite things about being a brat. Once it got to the point of the spanking, though, I often questioned my own sanity.
“Your body says otherwise. You’re very wet.” He found the special place inside of me, the spot I could never reach on my own, and he rubbed until I was moaning and begging in a different way. It was so intense with Mommy still holding my hands and her face so close to mine.
“Careful, Daddy. She’s going to come,” Mommy warned him.
It took everything inside me not to scream at her for making him stop, but I settled for whining in a more generalized way instead. “Pleassssssse don’t stop!”
The spanking started again, but it was hard and fast right out of the gate. It felt good, but it also reallyhurt. I twisted and turned to try to get away, but the awkward position and them holding me tight made it impossible to go anywhere. Mommy lectured the whole time. She talked about rules and safety and all kinds of things, and just as the dam was about to break, Daddy stopped again and started his other form of torture.
“Okay! Okay! I get it. I do, I promise. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, just please make it stop,” I begged and begged.
“You want me to stop?” Daddy asked, stilling his tortuous fingers.
“Can I come?” I asked hopefully.
“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’ at the same time his hand landed against my heated flesh in the hardest spank up to that point.
“Owwwwwwie!” I bucked.
“I think she’s ready for the grand finale, Daddy.”
