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"Our dads are staying with us today, Dakota," Lucas said as he came to take her hand. Her heart began to beat softly. It was the first time Lucas had called them dads. "It’s awesome, isn’t it, Dakota?" he said, eagerly waiting for her to agree.
"Awesome," she said with fake glee. It wasn't anyone else's butt that was going to get spanked tonight in order to get her to spill her secrets, but her butt.
Well, they could spank her into next year; there was no way she was going to tell them anything more than what she had already said before.
At that point, she could hear Daisy waking up from the baby monitor, which she had left on a side table when she entered their study.
She escaped the room and went to fetch Daisy as if her life depended on it. After changing her diaper and wiping her sweet little face and underneath her layers of chins, she stopped back in her room to put on pants, then went back down to the kitchen.
When she got there, the kids had already brushed their teeth, and their dads were making them pancakes. Preston handed her Daisy’s freshly made bottle.
She murmured her thanks and set down to feed the precious bundle. From there, they watched her every move, keeping her in their sight at all times.
There was a point where she thought she could escape her spanking by jumping out the bathroom window, but she pulled back from the open window as soon as she saw Zachary standing there with his arms folded as if he had anticipated her move.
Resigned to her fate, she gave up trying to escape and tried to act as normal as possible around the kids.
A feat to do since her body remained flushed from her head to her toes. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples were so sore she couldn't help but hug her breasts to her, just to relieve some of the tightness.
Michael, Preston, and Zachary did everything with them. From their painting sessions to building forts and having tea parties with Princess C.
They played together and ate together. But no one knew the utter physical turmoil happening beneath her skin. She was a complete mess, made silly mistakes, and even had Lucas and Princess C asking her if she was okay.
How could she be when, whatever she did, three sets of eyes followed her? Intimately. Stripping her bare and leaving her vulnerable.
She replayed each of their words over and over in her head. Each word. She then imagined herself being spanked. Naked. And her body went into conflict overdrive.
How was it possible that her trepidation had coalesced into arousal? How had she gotten even wetter at the thought of them spanking her while she was strapped naked to a bench?
What was wrong with her?
She knew about the lifestyle. She wasn’t that naive. But she never thought it would be something she’d find herself thinking about.
No. It was wrong. She couldn’t forget the bigger picture, which was the life-or-death status of her being.
She had to get that diamond back. Then she had to leave the country. She had always wanted a fresh start; she just never thought it would be in another country entirely.
She had promised Lucas they would go swimming again, and had she known what she knew now, she would never have made that promise.
When she found herself contemplating whether or not to swim in a pair of shorts or the two-piece costume that Raven had bundled together with her underwear, she decided she was going to take the bulls by their horns.
They could spank her. She wasn’t ever going to talk.
She opted for the two-piece costume and put Daisy in her pretty little pink one-piece suit. After upending almost half the bottle of sunscreen on them both, she carried the baby down to the pool to meet Lucas and Princess C, who had already been soaked with sunscreen, and… the dads.
Fuck her luck.
If she thought she was going to make a statement in her suit, they made a better, louder, and much sexier one, so she just decided to ogle them.
In swimming trunks, with the torsos bare, Dakota almost whimpered at the sight of their layered, rock-hard abs. Their sculpted chests. Their bodies' pure zero-fat power physique.
She couldn’t believe her eyes when she noticed the tattoos on their biceps, shoulders, and backs.
God help her.
They weren’t supposed to look like that, and she had an even harder time processing any kind of basic task without fumbling about.
By early evening, after swimming, they had all showered. The kids were in pajamas. They were in gray track pants and T-shirts that hugged every muscle they were worth. And she had to wear a summer dress because she had run out of clothes to wear and needed to do laundry again.
