Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I look around. My face heats. I’m finding since yesterday’s visit to the clinic that I have a bit of a humiliation kink I wasn’t fully aware of. I’m not sure Daddy’s threat is a deterrent.
Daddy continues to look at me. His expression doesn’t change. After a few moments he speaks again. “You have choices, Eloise. This can go one of two ways. Would you like to make a request?”
He’s got my number. The fact that both he and Papa can read my mind is almost as unnerving as what I’m thinking.
Papa is still holding me against his chest, tight. He slides his palm under my T-shirt and eases it up until he’s stroking the underside of my boobies. “You don’t have to misbehave to get your bottom spanked, do you, sweet girl?”
I shake my head as I rise onto my toes. My breath hitches when he finds my nipple. I’m in a bubble. There are very few places on earth where I could actually stand like this, wearing a diaper covered with princesses and a thin T-shirt with no bra. A place where two men can touch me intimately in public and no one will bat an eye. A place where I can either misbehave to get the humiliation I suddenly crave or just ask for it.
Misbehaving can be fun. It has a time and a place. I enjoy it often at the Ranch when I get into trouble with the other naughty Little girls. There are a lot of them. But it can also be exhausting, and I really do want to see all the animals.
I hedge, going over the options. I’m hyper and excited. It will help me center if they spank me before we get started. It will calm my soul. The burn of their palm prints on my butt will remind me how loved I am. Maybe even help me stop pondering the notion that I should ask for more.
Decision made, I take a deep breath. In my Littlest voice I ask, “Please spank me before we get started.”
Daddy nods. “Good girl. I’m proud of you for asking for what you need.”
They lead me to the closest bench. We’re not far from the entrance. It’s very crowded. I don’t look, but I bet dozens of people are close enough to watch me get disciplined.
Daddy sits on the bench. Papa sits next to him. Without a word, they remove my diaper, leaving me naked from the waist down where I’m standing on the path.
I bite my lip when I remember there’s another aspect to this humiliation that I hadn’t considered. A shiny pink jewel is poking out from between my butt cheeks. It’s attached to the plug Papa put in my bottom before we left the cabin.
I shudder as they guide me over their laps.
The thing about two laps is that I get stretched out across them entirely when they spank me together. My bottom ends up right between them.
Daddy pushes my shirt up and rubs my back.
Papa rubs my bottom and my thighs. “Why are you being spanked, sweet girl?”
“Because I asked you to, Papa.”
“Are you in trouble?” Daddy asks.
“No, Sir.” It’s important to my Daddies that I distinguish between a true punishment and a maintenance spanking I ask for. The spanking helps me feel better and reminds me I’m loved without the fanfare of misbehaving.
“We’re not going to make you orgasm on this park bench, Baby girl,” Daddy informs me. “Spanking only.”
I nod, blowing out a breath of relief. It’s one thing to get presumably disciplined in public. It’s a natural occurrence among Littles, but I don’t have a need to become a sexual exhibitionist. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur.
Papa starts. He spanks me hard, not giving me much of a warmup.
I gasp and clench my cheeks around the plug. Every swat reminds me of the intrusion inside my bottom. He covers my entire ass and the backs of my thighs until I’m panting from the sting.
This is when Daddy takes over. He doesn’t start light either. He spanks me harder and faster until my butt hurts bad enough to make me wince. He knows exactly how much I can take though, and he stops at precisely the moment I might have started crying.
I draw in deep breaths as I go limp on their combined laps. They both rub my skin everywhere before Daddy lifts me into his arms and settles me on his lap. He wipes my eyes, surprising me. I guess I did shed a few tears.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Are you ready to go see all the animals now?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.”
Papa helps put a fresh diaper on me right on Daddy’s lap, and then they stand me on my wobbly legs. Everyone will know I just got spanked even if they didn’t watch because I can feel the burn all the way down the backs of my thighs to my knees.