Page 32 of Daddy’s Naughty List (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #4)
Chapter Fourteen
Heart pounding, Taylor watched as Matt slipped from the living room and returned a moment later with one of Edie’s dining chairs. Setting it in the middle of the room, he sat and crooked a finger at her. “Come here, Taylor Grace.”
Jesse and Carly each gave her another squeeze. Drawing on their strength, she pushed up to her feet and shuffled across the room to stand beside Matt. “I’m really sorry, Matty,” she whispered, her throat already clogged with tears.
“I know, sweetheart. But you understand why you’re getting spanked?”
“Yes, Sir. I broke two of the rules you and Daddy gave us.”
“And you understand we gave you those rules for your own safety? Because especially when you’re in Little space it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something and not be as careful as you should be?”
If she hadn’t already been feeling Little, his lecture, delivered in that even, gentle tone would have had her slip-sliding right into that headspace. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. You’re going to go over my lap and then I’m going to pull your panties down, because a spanking for something this serious should be delivered on the bare bottom. But you know if I do anything that makes you too uncomfortable, you can always use your safewords to tell me to stop, okay?”
“I know.” But she appreciated the reminder all the same, because sometimes it was easy to forget that when she was deep in her Little space.
“All right. Come here, Taylor.”
Taking her hand, he guided her down over his lap and a moment later he had her skirt flipped up and her panties were being tugged down to her knees. Embarrassment flooded her, heating her entire body at the thought of everyone seeing her bare bottom.
“The next time someone gives you rules meant to keep you safe, I expect you to follow them, Taylor Grace. Whether it’s me or your Daddy or any other grown up in this room. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”
“Yes, Matty.”
When that first swat came, she instinctively kicked her feet up, squealing in protest as the pain exploded across her backside. She’d forgotten just how much harder Matt spanked than her Daddy.
“Feet on the floor, little girl. Now.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry!” She rushed to put her feet back down, pressing her toes hard against the wood floor to hopefully keep them in place. “I didn’t mean to, Matty!”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just try to keep your feet down or I’ll have to spank your thighs to help you remember. Okay?”
“O-kay.”
“Good girl.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused on keeping her feet in place as his hand connected again and again with her bare skin. With every swat, the burn in her bottom grew hotter, and the pain inched a little closer to unbearable.
Fuck, he spanked hard .
“I’m sorry,” she wailed when his attention shifted to her sit spots. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t ever be naughty again!”
“I’ll settle for not putting yourself in danger ever again, Taylor Grace,” Matty growled, and the next few swats were somehow even harder than the ones that had come before. “I care about you too much to let any of you do things that could get you hurt. We all care about you.”
The guilt that had been sitting in her chest grew even heavier at his words. “I won’t, Matty, I swear!”
“I’m glad to hear that. We’re almost done.”
Tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time he laid the final few swats down across her burning bottom. And when he gathered her up to sit on his lap, she threw her arms around his necks, sobs shaking her body as he rocked her. “I’m s-so sor-ry, Matty.”
“I know, sweetheart. We’re good. I love you, Taylor.”
“I l-love you, t-too.”
“Good. Now, I think there’s someone else who would really like to cuddle you for a bit.”
Looking up, she found her own Daddy hovering beside them, a worried look on his face. Letting go of Matty, she launched herself into his arms, not even caring that her panties were down around her ankles. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Shh, Tayter Tot. It’s all right. Daddy’s got you.”
Those three simple words settled something inside her. And though the guilt was still there, sitting like a lead weight in her chest, she felt like she could breathe again for the first time since they’d gotten caught.
“Are you still very mad?” she whispered, sniffling against the tears still slipping down her cheeks.
“No, baby. I’m not mad. But you’re still getting the paddling I promised you, and we have a lot to talk about when we get home.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Pulling away, he cupped her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “I love you, so fucking much, Taylor. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. And if keeping you safe means keeping your bottom red and sore, then that’s what I’m going to do. You’re my everything, baby. You know that, right?”
If the guilt in her chest got any heavier, it might actually smother her. “I do. I’m sorry, Daddy, I really am.”
“I know, baby. Do you need a few more minutes or are you ready to get this punishment over with?”
Part of her would have delayed it forever if she’d been able. But the part of her that was slowly being crushed beneath the weight of her guilt just wanted it done. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Go line up with your friends. Oh, and hand me your panties. You won’t be needing them the rest of the day.”
Now that she wasn’t in the midst of a hard spanking, she was becoming more and more aware of the aching need between her thighs. An ache only made worse by the humiliation of bending down to pick up her panties, placing them in her Daddy’s open palm, and watching his eyes darken as he stuffed them in his pocket.
Leaning in, Daddy dropped his voice for only her to hear. “Do you think I can’t tell your pretty panties were soaked, little girl? When we get home, we’re going to have to talk about how much you enjoy getting your pretty bottom spanked in front of all your friends. For now…”
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her toward the couch, sending her off with a sharp swat to her bottom that had the fire in her bottom and between her thighs flaring even hotter.
And she still had a paddling to endure before she got any relief. Crap.
Watching Taylor take her place at the end of the line of naughty Little bottoms, her bare ass and her soaked pussy lips peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt, Ian had to reach down and adjust his cock.
How had he ever thought he could live without this? That they could live without this?
There was still a bit of guilt there, beneath the roaring need to punish and claim his sweet Little girl. But he’d work through that. Not just for himself, but for her. For his babygirl, so that she knew without a doubt her Daddy would always protect her.
Because he could see now that he’d failed her. And that was worse than the guilt he carried over wanting to hurt her. Knowing he could have lost her, because he’d been so blind to her needs…
Never again. He was determined to make sure it never happened again.
Starting with teaching his babygirl and her friends a very painful lesson.
“All right, girls,” he said, stepping to the middle of the room. In front of him, five naughty bottoms clenched, and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Noelle and Ginny were both wearing leggings, but poor Carly and Jesse were wearing dresses almost as short as Taylor’s. And if he knew their Daddies, those dresses would be flipped up soon, giving them no protection against Edie’s heavy paddle.
“Five swats each from your Daddies, followed by five from Edie. And then another one for Taylor from each of the other Daddies. You all have your safewords if anyone needs them. Do you all understand what is about to happen?”
“Yes, Sir.” Their voices ranged from sulky to resigned, but at least nobody was arguing. Especially Noelle. It was difficult enough to accept she was Dom’s Little girl, and to see her get punished with the others. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his mouth shut if she pushed the envelope and earned herself an even harsher punishment in his presence.
“Good. Rex, looks like you’re up first.”
Taking the large wooden paddle from Edie, Rex moved to the beginning of the line where Ginny was bent over, awaiting her punishment.
“I did warn you, princess,” he said with a sigh as he tapped the wood against her bottom. “But you’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”
Crack!
The sound of wood meeting a naughty bottom echoed around the room, followed almost immediately by Ginny’s shocked gasp. Rex swung again, and Ginny bounced on her toes.
“ Fuck, that thing hurts! Not so hard, Rex!”
Uh-oh. Poor Ginny couldn’t see the look on her Daddy’s face, but it was clear he wasn’t happy with her response. “You know how to address me when you’re in trouble, little girl. That just earned you a night with no orgasms.”
“What?”
Her shrieked response was cut off by the paddle cracking against her bottom again, and judging by the sound, Rex wasn’t holding back now.
“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Amazing how the right incentive changes a naughty girl’s tune,” Rex said with a chuckle as he swung the paddle a fourth time. And then a fifth, by which point Ginny was quietly crying. Rubbing a hand over her back, Rex leaned down to whisper something in her ear.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she replied, sniffling pitifully.
“That’s my good little princess.” Straightening, he turned to Dom and held out the paddle. “You’re up, Daddy Dom.”