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Panic tightens like a band around my chest at his words. What does he mean? Another spanking?
I’d rather grow wings and fly back to New York myself.
Deciding it’s in my best interest to avoid upsetting him off any further, I lower myself onto the toilet seat and look up at him. “Some privacy, please?”
Not only do I have zero desire to piss in front of my brother, maybe it will buy me some time to look for an escape. There are plenty of windows, surely I can findsomeway out of this nightmare.
But all it takes is one look to tell me I’m not getting my way. “No. Little girls don’t need privacy from their Daddies.”
Ugh.Daddy.There’s that word again.
Looking up at the ceiling, I do my best to ignore him and will my muscles to relax. It seems to take forever, but eventually comes the unmistakable sound of my bladder emptying itself.
When I reach for the toilet paper, however, Jasper takes me by the arm and pulls me to my feet. Before I can ask him whatthe hell he thinks he’s doing, he wraps an arm around my waist and bends me over.
“No, please! I don’t want a spanking!”
“Relax, princess. Daddy is just cleaning you up.”
Sure enough, his words are followed by the feel of something swiping down my pussy and I am certain I’m about to die of humiliation right there on the spot.
But I don’t die, though part of me wonders if I haven’t already and this is my eternal punishment.
Jasper allows me to stand straight again, but his hold on my arm doesn’t loosen as he leads me over to the sink. Tears, hot and humiliating, fill my eyes when he pulls the same gag as the night before from his pocket.
And for the first time, I recognize it for what it is.
A fucking pacifier.
“You are not putting that in my mouth!”
Ignoring my protests, Jasper sticks the rubber tip beneath the spout of the hand soap, and with a low buzzing sound, it dispenses a large gooey dollop of liquid soap right onto the pacifier. Horror grips me as he raises the pacifier to my mouth, his dark, angry eyes boring into mine. “Open, Juliet. Daddy’s going to wash all those naughty words out of your mouth for good.”
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head, but I already know it’s no use. No matter how hard I fight, he always seems to win. But I can’t just give in, not to this.
“I’m going to count to three, little girl. If you do not open your mouth before I reach three, I am going to paddle your bottom red and then put the pacifier in. One.”
Shit, shit, shit. I don’t want another spanking. But I also don’t want the soapy pacifier.
“Two.”
I can’t run. Jasper’s grip on my arm is like iron. So my choices are either to obey, or get my butt whooped again and then obey.
Caught between the proverbial rock and hard place.
“Thr—”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!”
A smile replaces Jasper’s stern expression. “Good girl. Open up.”
It takes every ounce of courage I have to part my trembling lips, and as soon as my mouth is open wide enough, he shoves the pacifier in.
The acrid taste of soap fills my mouth, burns my throat and sinuses, making me gag. But he’s already buckled the pacifier around my head and there’s no ridding myself of the punishing taste. Worse, I instinctively suck on the rubber tip, which only causes more bubbles to fill my mouth.
It’s pure misery, and I vow to myself to at least try to curb my language while I’m stuck on this island. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I look up at my brother, pleading silently for mercy.
“The pacifier stays in until Daddy is very sure you’ve learned your lesson, princess. You’ll feel better after a bath.”