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Chapter Twenty-Two

Evander

“And then Miss Evelyn took us to the playground and pushed me on the swings and I went so high I almost went over the bar!”

Watching the screen in front of me bounce as my babygirl moves around her nursery, my chest aches with missing her. “Sounds like you had a busy day, kitten. Is there anything else you want to tell Daddy about?”

I already know, of course. Nothing happens in my house without me knowing about it. But I want to give her the chance to come clean so I don’t have to add to her punishment.

On the screen, her face screws up in the way she has when she’s thinking hard about something. “Umm… I dunno.”

“Really? Nothing happened this morning with Papa? During breakfast?”

I can see the moment realization dawns. Her eyes widen slightly and pink infuses her cheeks. “Oh. Um. There was one little thing.”

“Tell Daddy about it.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal.” Her voice pitches up to a whine and when her eyes meet mine through the camera, they’re filled with a silent plea. “Papa was trying to get me to eat and I didn’t want to and I sorta knocked the fork out of his hand.”

“Uh-huh. And did Papa spank your bottom for that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what happens when someone else has to punish my naughty little kitten?”

“I get another spankin’ from you. But you’re not here.”

She almost sounds sad about the fact that I’m not around to blister her bottom, which oddly enough makes missing her easier to bear.

“No, I’m not. So I’m going to give you a choice.

You can either wait until I get home and take a spanking with Daddy’s belt.

Or Papa can give you the second spanking you’ve earned tonight with your hairbrush. ”

“When are you coming home?”

“Soon, hopefully.” The problems here in New York are taking longer than I would like to resolve, and it’s killing me to be away from her for so long but I’d rather get it taken care of now than have to be back here in a couple weeks dealing with the same bullshit.

I have more than enough blood on my hands already and if I have to return to the city anytime soon, it’s likely to be a bloodbath.

“How soon?” She’s whining again, sounding so much like a Little girl it’s all I can do not to laugh.

“I don’t know, kitten. I promise I would tell you if I did.”

Natalie sighs, her shoulders drooping. “Couldn’t we just agree I learned my lesson and forget about the second spanking?”

“Sorry, little one. That’s not how this works.”

Another heavy sigh and then a long silence before she nods slowly. “I guess I’d rather just get it out of the way, then.”

“All right. Hand the phone to Papa.”

“Papa! Daddy wants to talk to you!”

There’s more wobbling of the screen and then Lucas’s face appears, a small smile curving his lips. “You rang?”

“Our little one is feeling impatient and she would rather not wait for me to get home for her spanking. She’s elected to have you spank her tonight while I watch.”

“Any special requests?”

“Ten with her hairbrush after a very thorough warmup.”

“Consider it done.”

Lucas sits the phone down, and I watch as he moves a chair into my line of sight before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with Natalie’s large wooden hairbrush in his hand. Settling on the chair, he crooks his finger at something off screen. “Come here, Natalie.”

My lips twitch at the sight of my Little girl dragging her feet across the floor as she makes her way over to her Papa.

“Tell your Daddy why you’re getting spanked,” Lucas says, his expression stern despite the amusement dancing in his eyes.

Natalie heaves another sigh and scuffs her bare foot against the floor. “I knocked the fork outta your hand this morning and you had to spank me for being naughty. And if someone else has to punish me, I get another spankin’ at bedtime.”

Lucas glances up at the phone and I nod, indicating for him to continue. Reaching for Natalie, he pulls her across his lap, flipping her pretty pink nightgown up to reveal her diaper. My cock twitches as he strips the thick cotton from her, leaving her completely bare for my discipline by proxy.

“You were very naughty today, kitten. Papa was just trying to make sure you ate a healthy breakfast, and you knocked the fork right out of his hand. Is that how my good Little girl behaves?”

“No, Daddy.” The response is soft, slightly muffled by her position over Lucas’s knees, but it’s clear enough.

“No, it is not. And if you ever do something like that again, you’ll be getting nightly bedtime spankings for a week instead of dessert. Am I understood, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

With another nod, I signal for Lucas to begin.

Wrapping one arm around my Little one’s waist, he raises his other hand high and brings it down on her bare bottom.

The sound of skin connecting with skin echoes through the phone speaker, as does Natalie’s pained howl as she arches up over his lap, kicking her feet as he swats her again.

Watching the scene in front of me unfold, I pull my aching cock from my pants, wrapping my hand around the thick length and squeezing.

Just because my Little one is being punished doesn't mean I should have to suffer with her.

As Lucas spanks, I stroke my cock, the sounds of my kitten’s punishment and her responding cries spurring me on.

I nearly groan when Lucas pauses to pick up the hairbrush. My hand moves faster over my cock and when he snaps the heavy wood against her pink skin, my balls tighten, drawing up as pleasure coils tightly inside me.

With slow, measured swats, he delivers the rest of my punishment, each crack of the brush driving me closer and closer to the edge.

And when my naughty little kitten bursts into tears, collapsing over her Papa’s lap as she sobs and sobs, I just manage to grab a tissue to catch my cum as my need finally overwhelms me.

Dragging air into my lungs with deep, greedy breaths, I watch as Lucas gathers my Little one into his arms, soothing her with words I can’t quite hear.

Despite the pleasure still humming along my skin, my stomach twists with jealousy.

It should be me there, comforting my babygirl as she sniffles and sobs after a punishment.

Setting my own feelings aside, I clean myself up so that when Lucas hands the phone back to my sniffling Little girl, I’m able to offer at least some assurances through the phone.

“Are you going to be a good girl for Papa until I get home, kitten?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet little kitten. Why don’t you go wash your face and then Papa can read you a bedtime story.”

“Will you read it with us?”

“Just try and stop me.”

Giggling, she sets the phone down and I watch as she scrubs her face clean and then climbs up into her Papa’s lap for a story.

And as Lucas reads from a book about a well-hung horse that has me questioning the contents of our home library, I vow to myself that I will do everything in my power to make it home sooner rather than later.

Natalie

“Is it time yet?”

Smiling down at me, Papa shakes his head. “Still a few more minutes, little one.”

“Uggggh.” Groaning, I drop down onto a couch in the living room he’s been busy transforming into our sleepover oasis.

Four air mattresses are lined up next to each other on the floor, each covered with a blanket in everyone’s favorite color and a matching satin pillowcase.

Off to the side is a table loaded down with snack foods and Chef Mikhail is making us pizza for dinner, which he seemed unusually excited about.

Papa is in the process of hanging twinkling fairy lights across the ceiling, so that when we turn the lights off later it won’t be too dark. The whole thing seems kind of magical, like something out of a Little girl’s dream, and I can’t wait to share it with my friends.

A loud chiming sound rings out through the house and I jump off the couch with a happy shriek. “They’re here, they’re here!”

“Don’t you dare open that door!” Papa calls after me as I go running out of the living room. “And no running!”

Rolling my eyes at his overprotectiveness, I force my steps to slow. Really, what are the odds I’ll actually fall and hurt myself? Probably even lower than there being someone dangerous on the other side of the door.

But I don’t want to risk him sending everyone home if I’m too naughty, so I stand beside the door, dancing from foot to foot as I wait for him to come open it.

“Thank you for waiting,” he says, stopping to bend down and press a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re a good girl.”

His praise almost makes it worth the extra wait and I’m still beaming from it when he opens the front door to reveal Uncle Max holding a grinning Tori.

“Nelly!” She squeals, wiggling out of his arms to throw herself at me and we hop in a circle as the adults shake their heads at us.

“Sorry if we’re early,” Uncle Max says to Lucas. “She couldn't wait.”

“Not a problem at all. I’m still setting up in the living room if you’d like to join us for a bit.”

“No Daddies allowed at the sleepover!” Tori says, the stern look she tries to give them ruined by her giggling.

Uncle Max rolls his eyes. “I’ve been reminded of this particular rule no less than five times today. Don’t worry, little thief, I won’t stay long.”

Little thief . The nickname reminds me that I still don’t know the exact circumstances that led to Tori coming to the island.

Or, really, how any of my friends got here.

Maybe I can get them to tell me tonight.

It’s important information to have if I’m going to write a halfway decent article about this place.

I realize as the thought flits across my mind that this is the first time I’ve even thought about my story in… well I’m not sure how long, really. I’m not even really sure how long I’ve been on the island at this point. It’s like some sort of fae-world where time ceases to exist.

Pushing aside the dark cloud threatening to ruin my night with my friends, I grab Tori’s hand and drag her toward the living room. “Wait until you see! It’s gonna be the best sleepover ever .”

Her shocked gasp when we step into the room is exactly the reaction I wanted. And as she fawns over all the little details Papa and I have painstakingly added to make this my dream sleepover, I’m almost able to forget how much I miss my Daddy.

Almost.