Page 8 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Seven

Byron

“You want me to go to school ?”

We’re on day two of life with our sweet little princess, enjoying breakfast together in the nook just off the primary bedroom. Ezra has decreed, despite my protests, that Nicole will be enrolled in our university starting today.

It’s not that I don’t want her to attend. I know it will be good for her. But I had hoped we would have at least a few more days together, just the three of us.

Ezra, on the other hand, has never been the kind to leave something waiting. “Begin as you mean to go on” is practically his personal motto, and I’ve been hearing some version of it pretty much our entire lives.

And I suppose he’s right. The sooner we get Nicole used to her new life with us, the easier it will be for her to adjust. But I can’t say I’m not disappointed we couldn’t have even one more day with just our little family before she begins school.

“Yes.” Ezra’s voice is firm, leaving no room for argument as he answers her question. “But it’s not like the school you’re used to. Our school has a very… specialized curriculum.”

“What kind of curriculum?”

Glancing over at me, Ezra cocks an eyebrow, inviting me to join the conversation.

Which I do, biting back a sigh that I know will only lead to me sitting on a welted ass all day if I let it loose.

“We teach Little ones like yourself to be good girls. There are classes on the basics of sex, kink, erotic literature. You will be expected to obey your teachers, just like you would your Daddies, or you will be punished.”

At this, Nicole’s eyes go wide. “Punished? By you?”

It’s my turn to look over at Ezra, volleying the question to him.

“If the offense is severe enough, yes. For most offenses, your teachers will punish you. But I will warn you, Nicole, if you earn a punishment from one of your teachers, you will receive another spanking at home from your Daddies. And if you’re naughty enough to be sent to either of us for a punishment…

” He trails off, letting the question hang in the air for a moment.

“Well. You should try very, very hard not to be sent to us.”

Nicole’s jaw firms, her chin lifting slightly in a show of defiance destined to end poorly for her. “What if I don’t want to go to school?”

Don’t push it, little one.

“This isn’t a request, Nicole. You have already been enrolled and your uniform was delivered this morning. As soon as we finish with breakfast, Daddy Byron and I will help you get dressed and take you to your first class. End of discussion.”

“This is bullshit . I should be allowed to decide what I want to do with my time!”

Sighing heavily, Ezra pops the button on the cuff of his dress shirt and begins the process of rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. Normally that sight alone would be enough to have me drooling, but knowing how much trouble our Little girl has just landed herself in…

Well. I’m still drooling. I am a sadist, after all. But my heart still hurts a little, knowing what she’s in for.

“Byron. I need the pacifier gag and the small leather paddle from the nursery, please.”

“No!” Nicole cries out, her perfectly curled pigtails flying back and forth as she shakes her head. “I don’t want a spanking!”

Poor babygirl. She sounds so scared. “The paddle? Really, Ezra?”

Even as the words slip from my mouth, I know I’m going to regret them. And the look in my Dom’s eyes as he glares up at me confirms it. “Do I need to repeat myself, boy?”

I have to suppress a shudder at the use of the word boy. “No, Sir.”

“Good. I would prefer to only have to spank one defiant bottom this morning if it’s all the same to you.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I rise stiffly from my chair and head for the nursery. Being reminded of my place when it’s just the two of us is one thing, but in front of our Little girl it’s more humiliating than I care to admit.

Which is exactly why he did it, the sadistic bastard.

Not wanting to risk any more of his wrath than I’ve already provoked, I hurry to grab the small leather paddle from the top drawer of Nicole’s dresser and the pacifier gag from the changing table drawer before returning to the sitting room.

“Good boy,” Ezra praises in that dark, silky-smooth voice that never fails to reduce me to a puddle. “Come here, Nicole.”

“But I don’t want a spankin’!”

Does she even know how young and sweet she sounds, begging for mercy before her punishment even begins? Probably not, but my heart does a slow roll in my chest at the sound.

“Princess, if you want to sit comfortably at any point today, I suggest you do as Daddy Ezra says.”

“But it’s not fair! You’re both being mean!”

Without bothering to respond, Ezra pulls his phone from his pocket and presses a button. When he sets it on the table in front of him, there is a timer running, counting the seconds as they pass.

“For every second it takes you to get over my knee, I will add one extra swat with the paddle, Nicole.”

Uh-oh. The timer is already up to five seconds. A fact that obviously does not go unnoticed by Nicole, seeing as how she practically leaps from her chair to throw herself over Ezra’s lap.

Reaching over, Ezra hits the button to turn the timer off. “Seven extra swats for our naughty girl. And this is exactly why we are enrolling you in our program, little one. So you learn how to obey without needing so much extra incentive.”

“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise! Please don’t spank me!”

Unfastening her diaper, Ezra slips it from her and hands it to me before reaching for the pacifier gag. “Byron, will you hand me the lemon curd, please?”

Our poor little princess. She made the mistake of letting Ezra know how much she hates anything sour when he tried to coax her into eating a scone slathered with that same lemon curd this morning.

I hand him the small jar, and my heart skips a beat when he rewards me with an approving smile before dipping the pacifier into the treat. “Open up, little one.”

“Daddy, no, I don’t want it! It’s yucky!”

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember the taste the next time you want to swear at your Daddies.” When she doesn’t move, he sighs and looks over at me. “Start the timer again, Byron.”

“No, no, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Bottom lip trembling, eyes shining with tears, Nicole forces her lips to part and Ezra slides the pacifier into her mouth. Instinctively, she sucks at it, then gags around the rubber tip as Ezra buckles the strap behind her head, securing it in her mouth.

“Our Little girl will not use such naughty words,” he lectures, cupping her bottom and giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze. “The next time we have to have this discussion, it will be soap rather than lemon curd on that pacifier.”

With that, he swats her bottom, making her jump over his lap as he spanks her to a nice, bright pink. And as I watch the spanking unfold, our Little girl’s feet fluttering and kicking as she struggles and whimpers and whines around the pacifier in her mouth, I’m reminded why we chose this life.

Reaching down, I give my uncomfortably hard cock a squeeze to relieve some of the ache. The move does not go unnoticed by Ezra, who glances up at me and smiles. To my surprise, he gives me a small nod, permission to touch myself that isn’t often granted.

Need pulses through me as I free my cock from my pants, just as Ezra leans over to grab the leather paddle.

“After your spanking, we will put your uniform on and take you to your first class. I do not want to hear another word of argument from you, little girl, or I will bare your bottom and spank you right in front of all your new friends.”

The leather makes a delicious snapping sort of sound as it connects with her bare skin and I groan as I pump my cock. Nothing I’ve experienced has ever been half as hot as watching my man discipline our Little girl.

And I’ve experienced a hell of a lot.

Ezra continues lecturing as he applies the leather paddle to her bottom, turning it from a bright pink to a deep red.

“You will be polite. You will be respectful. You will be on time. You will do as you are told, and you will not talk back. Or you will have me and Daddy Byron to answer to, little girl.”

Fuck .

The spanking ends, at least for a moment, and he taps the paddle gently against her bottom. “That is the spanking you would have gotten if you’d obeyed me when I told you to get over my knee. But since you wanted to argue instead, you’re getting another seven on top of it. Byron, count please.”

Oh, the sadistic bastard. Gritting my teeth, I slow my hand and drag in a deep breath through my nose. “Yes, Sir.”

Ezra looks up, one dark brow arching up. “Did I tell you to stop, boy?”

Fuck me. “No, Sir.”

“Then don’t stop. And if you miss a count, it’s an extra for our little one.”

Is this my punishment for questioning him in front of our babygirl? If it is, I silently vow I will never, ever do it again. “Yes, Sir.”

The paddle falls, and I pump my cock as I force the first count past my lips. “One.”

Another stroke of the paddle, and our princess cries out, the sound garbled by the rubber in her mouth. My hand moves faster on my dick, and my balls begin to tighten. “Two.”

Three. Four. Five.

Closing my eyes, I drink in the sounds of her soft sobbing and the snap of leather against skin as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.

“Byron. You missed a count.”

My eyes fly open, guilt stabbing at my chest as I watch the paddle land right at the top of Nicole’s right thigh. “Six! Sir, I… I can’t.”

“One more, my love. Just one more.”

The last swat lands, and my shout of “Seven!” echoes around the room just as the pleasure overtakes me and I come all over our sweet little princess’s scorching-hot bottom.

The pale, glistening white stands out against the bright red left behind by her paddling and Ezra smiles a slow, wicked smile that nearly has me ready to go again.

Shifting her over his left knee, Ezra pulls his own cock free, and within minutes his cum joins mine, coating her reddened skin.

“Now you can carry us with you all day, princess,” he croons as he picks up the diaper I dropped during her punishment and wraps it around her. “To remind you who you belong to, in case you’re tempted to misbehave.”

Cradling her in his arms, he presses a kiss to her forehead and my heart melts at the sight of her, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she sucks fervently at her pacifier.

I slip from the room to grab a damp washcloth and return to wipe her face clean as she sniffles and whimpers in Ezra’s arms.

“Our poor little princess,” I murmur as I clean her up. “Are you going to be a good girl for your teachers today?”

Her head bobs furiously up and down. “Good girl. Let’s finish getting you ready. We don’t want you to be late for your first day.”

As I pick her up and settle her on my hip, my eyes meet Ezra’s. And even though we both just found our release not five minutes ago, I can see my own burning need reflected back at me, and I have a feeling I won’t make it through lunch without being bent over my desk.

I can’t fucking wait.