Page 4 of Belonging to Them

He shrugs.“So we show her what happens to little girls who test our limits.”

“Ella,” I say, raising my voice so she can hear me clearly in the bathroom, “you have two choices.You can come out of there on your own volition and be punished for disrespecting your daddies.Or you can make us come and get you…and be punisheddoublefor not only disrespecting us, but disobeying.”

Kingston leans against the foot of the bed, waiting, while I stand directly in front of the bathroom door.

I say, “You get to the count of three.One…two…”

The lock clicks and the door swings open.Ella stands there, not meeting my gaze.She looks so young and innocent in her t-shirt and cut-off denim shorts.But despite the t-shirt being oversized, her womanly form is still very much apparent.

She’s my little princess, but she’s still a woman.Which is the point she was trying to make earlier, about staying back while Kingston and I go on our trips.

“Go to my dresser,” I say to her.“Second drawer.”

Her eyes go wide and meet mine.She’s seen what’s in that second drawer before—we spent an hour exploring my toy collection, a few weeks ago.

“Daddy?”she says.

“Go.”My voice is low.I’m not going to be swayed.

On unsteady legs, she walks past me and opens the dresser drawer.

“Pick out a paddle,” I say.

She peruses the drawer’s contents, then looks over her shoulder at Kingston.“Can Daddy Kingston help me pick?”

“If he wants to,” I say.

“What’s in it for me?”Kingston drawls.

“A blowjob?”Ella suggests.

He shakes his head.“I get to fuck your ass after Sebastian turns it red.”

She rolls her lips between her teeth.“That’s so dirty, Daddy.But okay.”

“Show me the options,” he says.

One by one, she lifts the paddles from the drawer.She avoids the textured ones, rightly guessing that the wooden one embedded with silver studs would do some damage.“I think this one,” she says, holding up a deceptively thin wooden one with diamond-shaped cut-outs.

“Only if you don’t want to sit down for a week,” Kingston says.

She quickly returns it to the drawer.The next one she holds up is a simple leather number.It’s a good beginner paddle, and Kingston nods in approval.

“Put it in your mouth and bring it to me,” I say.“And crawl on your hands and knees.”

“You’re being mean,” she says.

“Say that again and see what happens.”

She pinches her mouth shut, shakes her head, and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You can be such a good girl when you try,” I tell her, feeling no small amount of satisfaction as she drops to her hands and knees.

Paddle in her mouth, she crawls over to me and kneels at my feet.I bend at the knees and squat in front of her, looking directly into her eyes.I see frustration there, and some fight, but she’s doing what I asked, and fuck if it doesn’t make me hard.

“You’re doing a great job, Ella,” I say, taking the paddle from her mouth.“Thank you for bringing me the paddle.Now stand here and lean over the edge of the bed.Take off your shirt, first.”

“Not my shorts?”