Page 29 of Daddy’s Oath (The Daddy Guard #2)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lana and Iris had almost escaped from the scene undetected.

Blending in with the crowd had been easy enough. Especially with all the people that flocked to see Harrison Trent.

What tripped them up, though, and led to their undoing was the kind couple who had helped Lana days before, when she’d been hurrying along Hollywood Boulevard, scared, desperate, and barefoot.

Sitting at their stand, they’d noticed her and rushed to be by her, just as she and Iris were hurrying out of the way before the Guard’s van passed.

“Are you okay?” the man asked.

“We were so worried about you!” the woman said.

Lana couldn’t just run away from them. Not after how kind they’d been to her. And not with how concerned they clearly were. They needed reassurance that she was okay.

She’d hoped she could convince them and get away without the guard noticing her.

No such luck.

They’d noticed, all right.

Now, back at the headquarters, she and Iris found themselves in for a world of hurt.

Both women were completely naked, each one bent over the giant ottoman in the den, on opposite sides and facing one another.

And Ace didn’t have a shred of sympathy for either of them. Neither did Jack, it seemed.

“You did the crime together,” Jack announced. “Now, you can do the time together, so to speak.”

He tapped his flattened palm with the paddle he held.

Ace nodded with approval. He, too, held a paddle that he was eager to use.

When he spoke, his words were lined with steel. “Do you understand why you’re being spanked?”

“Because I left the nursery without telling you, Sir,” Lana replied.

The words had come quickly, Ace noted, as if she’d been rehearsing the response. She hadn’t gotten the answer entirely right, though.

He elaborated. “It’s more than that, little girl.

You did leave the nursery, giving Auntie Athena a lot of grief.

She was worried sick about you! Trevon was out searching for you.

I’m not sure what you were thinking. They called us, though by that time we’d already picked you up in the van.

But still… you were going to be found out.

“Secondly, you went to your apartment! Where there might be murderous thugs waiting and watching. For you. To hurt you. Or worse.”

Lana cleared her throat. “Technically, I didn’t go to my apartment. I was close to it, but not at?—”

Whack!

The crack of the paddle against her exposed bottom quickly curtailed her smart mouth.

After Lana whimpered, Ace continued. “You’re not going to talk your way out of this, little girl, so I suggest you watch your mouth, or I’ll stick a bar of soap in it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a groan.

“Now, as I was saying,” Ace continued, “you went to your apartment. That put you in danger. That’s the worst part.

But it also could have put us in danger.

We needed to focus on the mission. Not protecting you.

” He shook his head and sighed. “What you did was all-around uncalled for. And now you’ll pay the piper. ”

“Both of you will,” Jack added. “Get ready. This is going to sting.”

Ace went first, then Jack, each one giving their respective cutie hard swats, alternating quickly so that every second was filled with the sound of a paddle colliding against bare flesh.

And the girls’ frantic sobs as they took their thrashings.

Halfway through the spanking, they reached across the ottoman and took hold of each other’s hand. They locked eyes for a moment, their faces contorted in dreadful pain, tears streaming from their eyes and saliva dangling from their lips, as if trying to console each other.

Ace doubted it would have much effect.

Little Lana’s bottom was very red, revealing the burning sensation the blazing inferno was bringing.

Poor thing, Ace thought. It was about to get a lot worse.

The spanking continued until both Littles were lurching forward, kicking their feet back, and begging for mercy.

Ace and Jack weren’t inclined to show any. Not after how dangerous a stunt the girls had pulled. The discipline dragged on. As long as it seemed to Ace, he couldn’t imagine how it felt to Lana. His little cutie would have a hard time sitting down for a while.

Good. Maybe she would think about her actions next time.

He wasn’t trying to be mean. He was trying to keep her alive.

Once the swats tapered off, it was Ace who spoke first as the girls started to get up. “And just where do you think you two are going? We aren’t finished yet.” He swatted Lana’s rear one more time to drive home the point. Across the ottoman, Jack did the same to Iris.

When they were back over the furniture with their burning bottoms up like good girls, he continued.

“We have a special treat for you two.” Removing a tube from the pocket of his jeans, he placed it on the center of the ottoman where both women could see it.

Iris groaned. She was familiar with it, Ace figured.

But Lana said, “Capsaicin cream? What’s that?”

Iris answered the question in a desperate voice. “It’s cream made of peppers and stings your bottom! It’s awful!” Looking over her shoulder, she pleaded, “Daddy! Please!”

Jack shook his head. “You brought this on yourself, little girl. Don’t whine about it or I’ll spank you some more before we put that cream on.” He gave a few seconds for his words to sink in before adding, “What do you say to that?”

Ace watched as Iris gulped and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jack told her. “Here. You can go first.”

For a moment Ace thought Iris might protest again, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. Pinching her eyes closed, he could tell she was bracing herself for the inevitable sting.

“Ouchie!” she cried as her daddy put a thin layer of the cream over the parts of her bottom he’d just reddened. She began to kick her feet back as fresh tears started to flow.

“Are you watching?” Ace asked Lana. “This is what happens to naughty girls who risk their lives. And who make their Daddy and Aunties worry about them. Take a good look and soak it all in. You’re next.”

“Yes, Sir,” Lana whimpered.

Jack tossed the tube over to Ace, who squeezed some onto Lana’s already red backside.

She’d feel the effects soon enough.

“Daddy!” she cried, throwing her head back and grimacing as the cream worked its dark magic. “Daddy… it… hurts!”

“Well, I imagine so. But you’re going to sit right there in that chair and think about how you can keep this from happening again.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to one of the two hard, wooden chairs he and Jack had moved in.

A little extra sting would finish the discipline up nicely.

“Go on. Sit.”

Jack tapped his Little on her bottom. “You, too, honey. I think timeout is just what the doctor ordered.”

Both girls cried as they gingerly walked toward the chairs, wincing and gasping the entire time.

After they slowly lowered their bottoms onto the unforgiving wood, they began to sob again.

“You know, we should have plugged them,” Jack said to Ace. “Next time.”

Ace nodded. “I hope there isn’t a next time. But you’re right. A plug inside their tight little holes while they sit in those chairs would have done the trick nicely.”

He looked to make sure both girls were listening and taking the warning to heart. Based on the worry in their eyes, they seemed to be.

After timeout, Ace would take his sweetie into his arms, comfort her, and let her cry on his shoulder while he gave her gentle kisses. He’d remind her how much Daddy cared for her. And he’d make sure she understood that Daddy only disciplined in love.

But right now, she had twenty minutes of timeout coming.

And he suspected she’d hate every single minute of it.