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“Juliet.” Jasper’s voice is hard, unyielding. “Go with Uncle Max. You do not want to make this worse on yourself.”
Sucking hard on the rubber in my mouth, I step forward to take Uncle Max’s hand, shooting Jasper a glare over my shoulder as I’m led out to the dining room. Jasper and Victoria are right behind us, and my heart slams against my chest as our Daddies each pull a chair out from the table facing each other. Uncle Max settles on one of the chairs and crooks a finger at me. “Over here, Juliet.”
One look at my Daddy’s face tells me that disobeying now would not be in my best interest, so I force my feet forward. As soon as I reach his side, Uncle Max takes my hand, tipping me over his lap and flipping my skirt up. Grabbing his leg forbalance, I look over to see Victoria is in the same position over Jasper’s lap.
I should probably feel jealous that my Daddy has another woman over his knee, that he’s stripping her diaper off instead of mine. But when Victoria turns her head and our eyes meet like they did at dinner the other night, all I feel is that same sense of kinship. We’re in this together, and it doesn’t matter who’s getting spanked by who—it still sucks all the same.
My own diaper gives way with a tug, and then Uncle Max’s large hand settles on my bare flesh, sending a shiver of fear up my spine.
“You girls are our responsibility,” he says, his voice even harder and unforgiving than my own Daddy’s. “When we give you rules, it’s always for your own good, and we expect those rules to be obeyed regardless of who gives them. I want you both to keep that in mind while you’re getting your bottoms warmed.”
With that, the weight of his hand on my ass disappears. But not for long. He spanks my right cheek, hard enough for me to jump in place over his knee.
Holy shit, Uncle Max spankshard.
Definitely something to remember if I ever want to get in trouble around him again.
It only takes a few swats to turn me into a wiggling, whining tangle of limbs and tulle over his lap. My bottom burns with every connection of his hard palm against my bare skin, and if I could speak I would already be begging for mercy, promising to be a good girl forever.
Victoria, on the other hand, is not gagged, and she does the begging for both of us. “Owie, owie, owie, Uncle Jasper, we’re sorry! Please, we won’t ever do it again!”
“I’m very glad to hear that, little girl. But your Daddy and I are going to make very sure this lesson sinks in.”
It is! It is sinking in!
When a particularly hard swat catches the lower curve of my ass, I nearly manage to roll off Uncle Max’s lap. But he only pauses for a minute to tighten his grip, and to shift me so I’m laying over one thigh, with my legs trapped beneath his other leg. Not only does the position restrict my ability to move, it provides him access to that sensitive area where my ass and thighs meet, and he lays into those spots with such vigor I almost immediately burst into tears, sobbing around my pacifier.
A few more heavy swats land, and then I’m in his arms, my throbbing bottom perched on his knee as he rocks me back and forth. “Shhh. It’s all right, sweetheart. You took your spanking so well for me, Juju. I’m so proud of you.”
At his words, something settles inside me, and despite the fact that my bottom is still throbbing with pain, my tears start to dry up. Sniffling, I look up and tap my pacifier, silently asking to remove it.
“Have you learned your lesson about talking back?” he asks, his voice somehow stern and tender at the same time.
I nod vigorously and he chuckles as he reaches for the buckle on my gag, gently tugging it free from my mouth. “I’m sorry!” I wail as soon as I’m free, throwing my arms around him, sobbing into his neck.
“I know, sweetheart. It’s all forgiven.”
But it’s not. Still sniffling, I pull away and rub at my streaming eyes. “Is Daddy still m-mad at me?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Strong, familiar arms scoop me up off Uncle Max’s lap, cradling me close. A glance to the side shows Victoria in the same position with her Daddy, being rocked gently as he murmurs something to her I can’t hear.
“What did you need to ask me, princess?”
“Are you still mad at me?” I feel a little pathetic asking, but I’m sore and sad and all I need in the world is to know my Daddy doesn’t hate me.
“No, princess, I’m not mad. I’m actually so proud of how well you took your spanking from Uncle Max. He spanks pretty hard, doesn’t he?”
“Uh-huh. Thehardest.”
Chuckling, Daddy presses a kiss to my hair. “Hmm. Maybe I need to up my game a bit. Can’t have your Uncle Max showing me up.”
“No, Daddy! You spank hard, too!”
“Why does it feel like you’re just saying that to get out of the spanking you still have coming?”
I bury my face into his shoulder with a groan. With how my bottom aches already, I’d completely forgotten I had another punishment coming. “What if I promise to never ever be naughty ever again? Could we just skip the next spanking?”