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“Sorry, princess. Not how it works.”
“It could be how it works, if you wanted. You’re the Daddy. You make the rules.”
Gripping my chin, he nudges my head back, his serious eyes boring into mine. “That’s exactly right. And when your uncles and auntie are here, they also make the rules. Which is why you are getting your bottom spanked twice, to remind you to listen to your Daddy, but also to listen to them as well. Which you can think about while you stand in the corner for a bit before the last part of your punishment.”
Jasper
To my surprise, Juliet slides off my lap with a sigh but no protests, and makes her way over to the corner I’ve pointed her toward. Victoria does the same, and at our instruction, both girls hold their dresses up, exposing their bare, glowing bottoms to the room.
“They make quite a sight, don’t they?” Maxwell asks, a hint of pride in the low growl of his voice.
“That they do. I could sit here all day and look at those pretty red bottoms on display.”
“Same. But that would be a bit much for our little ones, knowing they still have a second spanking coming. Best to get that over with and put them out of their misery.”
“Agreed.”
With one last long look at my princess’s pretty red bottom, I follow him into the kitchen where we each select a heavy wooden spoon for the final leg of our babygirls’ punishments before returning to the dining room and taking our spots on the chairs.
“Come here, girls,” Maxwell calls when we’re ready. Both girls hesitate a moment, looking over at each other. As if by some silent agreement, they nod and turn to shuffle their way over to us together.
“You girls were very naughty today,” I say, forcing my voice to remain stern despite the pity stirring in my chest at their sniffles and whimpers. “What if we hadn’t been watching you? What if you’d gotten into that champagne and made yourselves sick? Juliet, wouldn’t you feel horrible if your actions made Victoria ill?”
Eyes filling with fresh tears, Juliet nods. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers hoarsely.
“Victoria is a guest in our home. It’s your responsibility to make sure you both are following our rules. Which is why you’ll be getting twice what Victoria gets. Maxwell?”
“I think ten with the spoon for my little thief.”
“So twenty for you, princess. Over you go.”
It’s a testament to how sorry she must be feeling—whether just for herself or for her actions, I’m not sure—that Juliet goes over my knee without protest. Flipping her skirts up, I run my gaze over her reddened bottom. Unfortunately for her, it’s about to be even redder.
With that thought, I shift her forward over one knee, trapping her legs with my other leg. “Give me your hand, Juliet. I don’t want you reaching back and getting your fingers smacked by the spoon.”
With a whimper, she complies, one hand braced on the floor and the other reaching back for me. Threading my fingers through hers, I give her hand a comforting squeeze as I pin her arm to her lower back. “Twenty with the spoon and then we’re all done here, princess.”
Taking aim at her bottom, I snap the flat side of the spoon against her skin nearly in unison with Maxwell laying the first swat down on Victoria’s upturned bottom. Our little ones both howl, their feet fluttering against the floor.
If I’ve ever seen a more perfect sight than this, I can’t recall.
With every snap of the spoon against her bare bottom, Juliet’s bottom turns redder and redder, her struggles and wails growing more forceful.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ll never be naughty again, I promise!”
That’s not a promise I would ever expect a Little girl to keep, but especially not my Little girl. She’s a brat to her bones, and though it is clear she regrets her choices this time around, I have no doubt that as soon as the memory of this spanking fades, so will her vow to behave herself.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
By the fifteen count, she goes limp over my knee, sobbing her heart out. I’m tempted to cut the spanking short there, but I promised her twenty and a good Daddy always keeps hispromises. So I deliver the next five to her sit spots, where I can be sure she’ll remember this punishment the rest of the day, before gathering her up in my arms.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, rocking her gently. Across from us, Maxwell does the same with Little Victoria, who is also heaving great big gulping sobs in her own Daddy’s arms.
Our eyes meet over their heads, and when he smiles, there’s a kinship there, deeper than anything we’ve had before.
It takes longer than before for our babygirls to settle, and when they finally do, Maxwell pushes to his feet with Victoria in his arms. “I think our little ones are ready for a nap. Thank you for having us, Jasper.”
“It was our pleasure. Juliet, say goodbye to Uncle Max and Tori, princess.”