Page 22 of Daddy’s Naughty List (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #4)
Chapter Four
It was torture, waiting for the men to return and hand down their punishments. Especially since she wasn’t sure if Ian was going to spank her for putting herself in danger immediately or if he was going to wait until they got home.
Hopefully he would just get it over with. She might actually die if she had to wait any longer for what was guaranteed to be an extra painful punishment. Sucking on the pacifier helped to ease her anxiety somewhat, but her mind was still working overtime to create every possible scenario for how her Daddy might decide to punish her. And none of those scenarios boded well for her poor bottom.
“Taylor, Carly, you may turn around now.”
At the sound of Matt’s hard voice, Taylor froze, her heart beating so hard it seemed like it might jump right out of her chest. She risked a glance over in Carly’s direction and found her friend in a similar wide-eyed state. Carly offered up a weak smile, but it was enough to give Taylor the courage to turn with her to face their stern Daddies.
On his own, Ian was intimidating enough when he was in full ‘Daddy mode’. But when he was with Matt, everything about them seemed amplified. Carly had once said the same, that it was as though their Daddyness multiplied when they were together. It was terrifying and hot as hell at the same time.
“Come here.”
Matt’s command left no room for argument or disobedience, and like a magnet it drew Taylor and Carly both forward to stand in front of him and Ian.
Arms folded over his chest, Matt glowered down at his babygirl, who was currently staring at the ground as if it held all the answers to life, the universe, and how the hell she’d found herself in this position yet again. “What is the rule about snacks during playdates, Carly Marie?”
“Ummm.” Still staring at the floor, Carly scuffed a toe against the hardwood. “I dunno.”
Uh-oh. Wrong answer. Either Carly was too deep in her Little space to think it through, or she really was in need of a hard spanking. Taylor sucked harder on her pacifier as her own heart beat faster at her friend’s answer.
“You don’t know?” A dangerous edge crept into Matt’s voice. “Look at me, little girl.”
Carly’s head snapped up, a pink flush rising to her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy?”
“What is the rule about snacks during playdates? And if you say you don’t know again, maybe holding a plug in your bottom while you write out the rule a hundred times will help you remember in the future.”
A squeak escaped as Carly threw her hands behind her back, as if covering her bottom would protect it from whatever devious punishments her Daddy might concoct. “I remember, I remember!”
“Then what is the rule?”
“We have to ask if we want anything other than fruit or veggies,” Carly said with a sigh, her shoulders slumping forward.
“So you knew the rule, you just chose not to follow it.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m really sorry.”
“Not nearly as sorry as you’re about to be, Little girl. You’re both getting spanked for trying to sneak junk food without permission.” Looking over, Matt pinned Taylor with a hard look. “Taylor, your Daddy will be dealing with your recklessness with the ladder when you get home. Come here, Carly Marie.”
Taking a seat on the couch, Matt held out a hand for Carly as Ian moved into position behind Taylor, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched Carly drape herself over her Daddy’s lap with a sigh.
“Are you watching, little girl?” Ian’s voice was a low rumble in her ear.
It was part of the ritual the four of them had created along the way. While they often had playdates with the other couples in their friend group and they were no strangers to getting spanked in front of each other, there was just something… different when it was just the four of them. Perhaps it was because Matt and Ian had been best friends their entire lives, or because Matt had been the first person other than Ian to learn about Taylor’s Little side. Whatever the reason, it always felt so much more intimate when she and Carly were being punished together.
Since she still had the pacifier in her mouth, Taylor nodded as Matt tugged Carly’s leggings and panties to her knees. The first few times they’d been punished together, they’d been allowed to keep their bottoms covered. But after a particularly naughty prank they’d pulled on their Daddies together, they’d lost that privilege and from that point forward all their joint spankings had been delivered on their bare bottoms.
“Good girl. Because you’re up next. And then you’re going to spend the rest of our visit thinking about why your bottom is so sore, and how much worse it’s going to be when we get home.”
Heat flashed through her body at his words. While she didn’t love being punished the way Carly did, Taylor couldn’t deny that Ian being extra strict always made her ache for him the way nothing else could.
Although, watching Carly’s pale skin turn pink under her Daddy’s heavy hand was a close second. The sound of skin striking skin echoed around the room as Matt layered swat after swat across poor Carly’s bare bottom.
“Owie, owie, owie! Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t ever be naughty again!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, babygirl,” Matt lectured, aiming for the sensitive spot where Carly’s bottom and thighs met. “We both know you’ll be back to your naughty ways as soon as your bottom stops hurting.”
There was such affection in his tone Taylor couldn’t help but smile. Matty was, without a doubt, head over heels in love with his mischievous little wife. Not that it was stopping him from turning her bottom darker and darker shades of pink.
By the time Matt delivered the final two swats to his wife’s bottom, Carly was sniffling loudly between promises to behave and be a good girl. Gathering her up in his arms, Matt rocked her gently, his voice too low for Taylor to hear.
Unfortunately, Matt and Carly’s sweet moment didn’t last nearly long enough for Taylor’s liking. All too soon, Matt had Carly on her feet, pulling her leggings back up over her punished bottom while Carly winced.
And then it was Taylor’s turn.
While Matt pulled a still-sniffling Carly into his arms, Ian took his place on the couch and gently guided Taylor down over his lap. Embarrassed heat rose to her face as he flipped her skirt up and tugged her panties to her knees. No matter how many times she’d found herself in this exact position, it never seemed to get any easier. Or less embarrassing.
Resting his hand on her bottom, Ian gave the flesh a gentle squeeze as he began his lecture. “When we are at someone else’s house, I expect you to follow their rules, little girl. Am I understood?”
She nodded again, but Ian gave her bottom a firm pat. “Use your words, baby. You can have the paci back after your spanking.”
For a moment she considered ignoring him. She loved the pacifier and she was feeling just defiant enough to refuse on principle. But then she remembered she still had another punishment coming later, so pushing him now was probably not in her best interest. So she popped it out of her mouth and answered him with her words. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. And just remember, this spanking is only for trying to sneak junk food behind our backs. We will be discussing ladder safety and putting yourself in danger at home.”
Ugh. That really didn’t sound good. But she knew better than to argue when she was already facedown over Daddy’s knee. “Yes, Daddy.”
As it always did, the first swat took her by surprise, making her jump and yelp at the sudden sting. The second landed quickly after, and then a third, hard and fast so that she barely had time to register one swat before the next one struck.
She wasn’t even sure how long she made it before she started to beg. “Ow, Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!”
“I’m glad to hear that. Daddy’s going to make sure you keep that promise.”
The next swat landed right across her sit spots, drawing a long wail from her as she kicked her feet against the couch cushions. “Daddy, no, please it hurts!”
“Good. That’s how I know it’s working.”
Ugh. She hated it when he pulled out those stupid ‘Daddyisms’ especially during a punishment. And he knew it, which was why he made it a point to use them as often as possible. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her tongue against a stream of swear words that would undoubtedly get her mouth washed out and her bottom paddled extra hard with one of the many implements Matt kept stashed around his house.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Ian stopped spanking and let his hand rest on her aching bottom. “When we are guests in someone’s home, what do we do, Taylor Grace?”
“F-follow the r-rules, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Come here, let Daddy snuggle you.”
Scrambling up from her prone position, she curled up on his lap, sniffling softly the same way Carly had after her spanking. It hadn’t been nearly long enough or hard enough to actually bring her to tears, which she was oddly disappointed by. It wasn’t like she actually wanted a harder spanking, but she could have used the release a really good cry would bring just then.
“That’s my girl,” Daddy murmured, rocking her gently. “Are you going to be a good girl and apologize to Matty for breaking his rules?”
“Don’t wanna.” It was another part of their ritual; one she normally had no problem with. But just then she was feeling… Well, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was feeling. Not bratty, exactly, because she didn’t want to be in trouble again. Sulky was probably the better description, and she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t the worst punishment she’d ever gotten and she’d certainly deserved it.
And yet, she just wanted to cuddle her Daddy and pout about it. She certainly did not want to apologize to Matt for breaking his stupid rule about snacks.
“Taylor Grace.” Ian’s voice took on a hard edge that had her bottom clenching in response. “Apologize to Matt or you can go back over my knee.”
“No, I don’t want another spankin’!”
“Then apologize right now, little girl.”
She didn’t want to apologize. But she also didn’t want another spanking.
Feeling trapped, she did the only thing she could think of. She popped her pacifier back in her mouth.
There. Now she couldn’t apologize. Problem solved.
Right. Like her Daddy was going to let her get away with that.
But instead of pulling the rubber from her mouth and demanding she apologize, Ian simply sighed. “Someone is obviously feeling a bit out of sorts. I’m going to take her home and put her down for a nap.”
“I think that’s a good idea. I’ll call you later.” There was a hint of something in Matt’s tone. Not quite anger, but Taylor was too tired to pinpoint exactly what that something was.
Maybe Daddy was right. Maybe she did need a nap.
“Come on, baby,” Ian said, his voice surprisingly gentle considering how much trouble she was in. “Let’s get you home.”