Page 28 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Jacob

Y ou will cry for us, baby boy. One way or another.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shed a tear.

The last time he’d been allowed to show any emotion other than anger without swift consequences.

But the resolution in Cordelia’s voice had his stomach twisting into knots.

She didn’t strike him as the type of woman to make a vow like that without every intention of following through.

But he had more immediate concerns on his mind.

Like the rest of the spanking he’d been promised.

It wasn’t bad, so far, and even though the last few had stung a lot more than they had at the beginning, it wasn’t more than he could take.

It certainly wasn’t anything close to what his sisters had gone through in his stead over the years.

A sort of tingly warmth had spread across his backside, and he felt almost… peaceful.

The worst part, really, was the ache in his forbidden parts.

Not only was he harder than he’d ever been before, that part of him was pressed right into the pillowy warmth of Cordelia’s thigh.

Every time he squirmed, it moved his flesh, massaging him the way his own hand did when he did those things to himself he wasn’t supposed to do.

Something hard tapped against his backside and he froze in place as he remembered what the second part of his spanking entailed.

“Now that you're nice and warmed up, I’m going to give you ten swats with Ivy’s hairbrush,” Cordelia explained, still using that deep, soothing tone that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “These will hurt. A lot. What’s the word you use if you need me to stop?”

“Red, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. I’m not going to make you count, because this isn’t a punishment for you. Are you ready?”

“Y–yes, Ma’am.”

The hard wood tapped lightly against his backside again, a moment before a loud crack echoed around the room. It took a second, just a second for the sound to become pain. A deep, stinging agony that exploded across his skin.

He wanted to scream. Maybe even swear. But instead he just screwed his eyes shut and breathed through the pain. If Ivy could take this kind of spanking, then he could, too.

Another crack met his ears, followed immediately by another explosion of pain that had him sucking in a breath.

“Jacob.” Ivy’s tone was sharper than he’d ever heard it. “Look at me.”

Forcing his eyes open, he looked up into her dark, serious eyes. “You don’t have to hide from us, sweet boy. Let it out.”

The sounds he wanted to make welled inside him, but they sat in his chest, an ache he couldn't force out even as two more searing swats landed across his backside.

It was the fifth that finally drew a hiss from his lips, and he was rewarded with a bright smile from Ivy. “That’s a good boy. Let us hear you, honey. Don’t keep those sweet sounds from us.”

Good boy . Why those two little words should fill him with such a desire to do everything these women commanded of him, he didn’t know. But even that burning desire in his soul to obey them, to please them couldn’t force the sounds from his throat.

Again, Cordelia’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head up and back. “You heard Ivy, baby boy. We want to hear you. Those little noises you’re keeping trapped inside? They belong to us . You will not keep them locked up so tight.”

Number six was the hardest yet, right at the top of his thighs, and the bright pain was enough to shock a yelp from him.

And he was rewarded, yet again, with Ivy’s sweet smile.

“Oh, Dee,” she said with a sigh. “Did you hear that? That sweet little yelp?”

“I did. You’re doing so well for us, baby boy. Don’t hold back now.”

Another swat landed on the same spot but on his other thigh and a soft cry of pain slipped from his lips. Again he was rewarded with praise that had his heart stuttering in his chest.

Little by little, swat by swat, he was able to let go a tiny bit more. Until the last time the brush connected with his bare skin and he collapsed over Cordelia’s lap with a deep, shuddering sigh.

Ivy’s hands were on him, stroking his hair as he lay there, gasping for breath as his mind struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.

He’d been spanked. Like a child. Put over Cordelia’s knee and spanked and paddled like a naughty little boy.

And he’d liked it.

“How are you feeling, sweet boy?” Ivy asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.

“Good.” It was the most truthful answer he could think of, especially since he could barely think at all. “Sore, and kind of tingly.”

Ivy giggled. “I know the feeling well.”

A soft hand came to rest on his backside, rubbing at the heated flesh. “Do you believe us now, baby boy? When we tell you that Ivy’s spankings aren’t anything like what you’re used to?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” In fact, he could hardly believe he’d ever thought Cordelia would hurt Ivy the way his father had hurt his sisters. But Merlin had been right. Experiencing it for himself had banished all the fear and worry he had around knowing Ivy was in trouble, at least for now.

“Good. It’s important to me that you understand I would never hurt Ivy, not like that.

When she’s in trouble, she will be punished.

And even when she’s not in trouble, I enjoy giving my girl some pain with her pleasure.

But I would never, ever, abuse her trust. And I would never push her past her limits. ”

“I believe you, Ma’am.”

“Thank you for trusting me, Jacob. I know it isn’t easy, not with your past. How are you feeling? Not your butt, but just overall? Do you need to snuggle a bit longer?”

“Ah, I’m really enjoying Ivy playing with my hair right now.”

Another of those high-pitched giggles from Ivy. “You have such silky hair. Our pretty baby boy.”

“Boys aren’t pretty. Girls are pretty.”

“Mmm.” Ivy leaned in, her soft lips brushing over his, sending electric jolts straight to those forbidden parts. “We have so much to teach you, Jakey. Anyone can be pretty. And if we say you’re pretty, then you just say ‘Thank you, Ma’am’. Unless you want another spanking, of course.”

“I’ll be the one deciding who gets spanked here, Ivy Mae.” There was an edge to Cordelia’s voice that had Jacob’s buttocks squeezing together, as if anticipating her wrath. “But as it happens, I agree with you. Not accepting compliments, especially from us, is definitely a spankable offense.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair,” he muttered, surprised to find he had to resist the urge to pout like one of his younger sisters.

A low chuckle sent shivers racing up his spine. “Oh, baby boy. You’ll learn I have no interest in being fair.”

“Oh.” Even though he wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that statement, there was a wicked promise in her words that had his forbidden parts aching so badly he wondered how he could stand it. “Thank you, I guess?”

“Good boy.” Cordelia’s praise was accompanied by more rubbing, and he practically melted into a puddle over her lap.

They kept him there for what seemed like forever, with Cordelia stroking his bottom until the pain had eased to just a pleasant warmth, and Ivy running her fingers through his hair.

By the time Cordelia gave his butt a soft pat and told him to stand up, he was feeling lighter, happier than he could ever remember.

“Pull up your pants and have a seat in the armchair.”

He obeyed, wincing a little as he tucked his member back into his joggers and again when he settled in the chair. Cordelia watched him, her expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement that had him fighting the urge to squirm in his seat.

“Now that you’ve experienced a spanking from me, you have a choice. You can either stay down here while I take naughty Ivy upstairs for her spanking. Or I can spank her in front of you. It seems only fair to offer since Ivy got to watch your spanking.”

Looking from one gorgeous woman to the other, he weighed his options. Not that there was really much to weigh. He already knew that if she took Ivy upstairs he’d die of curiosity. Even though he’d experienced the same spanking Ivy would be receiving, he would still wonder and worry.

“You can do it down here, if you want.”

“I’m asking what you want, Jacob.”

Swallowing hard, he nodded. “I–I want to watch.”

“All right. But you will only watch. Your butt will stay in that chair the whole time Ivy is being punished. If you so much as move an inch off the seat, I will take you back over my knee when Ivy is done. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” Shifting her attention back to Ivy, who was still kneeling beside the couch, Cordelia pointed to the spot directly in front of her. “Come here, Ivy Mae.”

Ivy

Embarrassment heated Ivy’s cheeks as she shuffled forward to kneel in front of her Daddy.

And there was no doubt that now Cordelia was her Daddy.

While she’d been spanking Jacob, they’d been almost like equals, but there had been a subtle shift in those dynamics and now Ivy was very much a naughty little sub about to go over her Daddy’s knee for a hard spanking.

Gripping Ivy’s chin, Cordelia forced her head up.

Determination flashed in the deep green of her eyes as she spoke.

“I’ve had enough of this attitude from you, Ivy Mae.

Enough of you talking shit about the woman I love.

You are a beautiful, smart, loving girl, no matter what those voices in your head tell you.

From this point forward, every mean word out of that sweet mouth will earn you ten swats with the hairbrush. Am I understood, little girl?”

Guilt twisted inside her, a knot she knew could only be unraveled one way. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Over my knee.”

Leaning back against the couch, Cordelia patted her lap and Ivy swallowed hard before climbing up and draping herself over her Daddy’s knees. She was wearing leggings as usual, so it took little effort on Cordelia’s part to pull them, and her panties to her knees.