Page 45 of Their Perfect Daddy

MONTY

“ I don’t want to eat my vegetables. They’re yucky!” Crossing my arms, I turn my face away from what Daddy is offering.

No matter how much he dresses them up, I know a veggie when I see it.

I can stand them for the most part; however, with getting back in shape for the season, I’ve had to eat more of them than usual.

I told myself today would be vegetable and fruit free.

My one day of enjoying the delicious treats of life.

“You should listen to Daddy,” comes the soft voice from beside me. Our princess sits there watching our standoff with a cautious expression. It’s like he wants to laugh, but he’s afraid of how it will be taken.

“He’s right. You should listen to me, Brat.”

I shake my head and keep my gaze firmly planted toward the back wall of windows. The sun has long gone down, which makes it damn near impossible to see anything past the back patio area. Still, I keep the position so as not to see whatever look he has.

The feel of his fingers firmly gripping my chin hints I might have fucked up. Daddy turns my face, making me look him in the eye as he watches me intently.

“This is the only warning I’ll give you, Brat. Either you eat your vegetables, or you’ll be punished.”

I shiver at the promise in his words. We’re close enough my breath fogs his glasses up with how hard I’m breathing. While logically, I shouldn’t want to get in trouble, I feel this ache to push him. I want to know just how far he’ll truly go.

As if he knows what I’m thinking, he nods once before lifting the fork full of roasted green crap my way. I frown at it, pinching my lips tight to prevent any secret moves on his part. He’s skilled enough to get past me if I’m not diligent.

“Should I go play, Daddy?”

Danny’s question turns the focus from me.

“Why do you think you should go play, Princess? We’re having dinner.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I think you might need time alone to punish him, right? I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re no distraction at all. In fact, you can help me.” Daddy stands quickly, pulling away the nasty food and shuffling around the table to gather up plates. He takes them over to the sink, where he leaves them.

This is how I know I’m fucked.

Daddy doesn’t leave plates out. If he doesn’t clean them himself, then he has one or both of us do it. He says keeping the space clean is a good habit. He’s been even more adamant about the rule since Danny told him about how much of a mess my place was the one time he came to a party here.

“Come, Brat.” He extends his hand, and without thought I’m out of my chair heading his way. “You too, Princess. We’re taking this upstairs.”

The three of us wordlessly move through our home. It’s an ominous sort of silence. While Danny and I are clueless as to what’s coming, the man leading us is as confident as ever.

In our bedroom, Skye pulls us over to the chair in the corner. “Princess, I want you to kneel right here.” He places a pillow on the ground and points to it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watch as he drops into position. My cock immediately hardens at the picture he paints. I can’t imagine getting my cock sucked is part of the punishment. That doesn’t seem too bad. Besides, Daddy is the creative type.

When he sits down and pats his lap, I attempt to sit on him. He shakes his head.

“Over my lap, brat. You need a spanking.”

There’s a sort of record scratch moment in my head as I take in his words. He can’t be serious right now. All that spanking talk before was supposed to be teasing. I didn’t think he’d really do it.

Ok, well, maybe I did. I just thought it would be a while before he did. Maybe after we were more established as a couple. Or a throuple. Whatever the hell it’s called.

“I’m very serious, Monty. You can always tell me no. You’re ultimately in charge because of your submission to me; however, I do believe you’ll find this experience better than your imagination is creating. Lots of people claim it to be euphoric.”

“How many people have you been spanking, Daddy?” I sass.

He grins and tilts his head. “Some jealousy… that’s a pleasant bonus to all of this.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Yes, I understand it doesn’t. I don’t care to know about your past partners. You probably don’t want to discuss what all I did before we were all together. None of them matter anymore. It’s only you and our princess who take up space in my mind and who get to have my body.”

I lick my lips at the promise of his body.

Things have been far too busy for me to get to explore him the way I want to.

Plus, he’s always about giving us pleasure before taking any for himself.

I want to ride that big cock of his, yet all I’ve gotten to do is wrap my lips around it a few times and watch on the rare occasion he fucks Danny.

“Mind out of the gutter. Get into position.”

Shaking off the lust is hard. All I want is to sink into the pleasure his voice and words bring. I want to strip bare and explore all I can with him and our princess.

Before I know it, I’m draped over his knee. He tugs my sweats and underwear until I’m bare. The cool air in the room feels odd against my overheated skin. It hadn’t been long since I showered, and there's still a lingering heat from it.

Why am I just as aroused as I am terrified?

“Pick a word, Brat. Something you’ll remember to say if you’re overwhelmed and want to stop.”

“What about stop?” The words comes out as a taunt. It’s strange to be this bold with my words despite the position I’m in.

I never claimed to be a genius.

Daddy chuckles, his hand gripping my hip tight to keep me still. “Stop isn’t going to work in this scenario. You need to be able to let me know you truly want me to pull back. People can sometimes say stop when they really want more instead.”

“Acrobat,” I tell him quickly.

He hums. “Why acrobat?”

“It’s the name of my favorite book.” The words are much softer than before. It’s strange to admit this type of stuff to them. We’ve been living together for a while now, none of us ready to break apart this family we’ve built. Yet telling them I read romance books feels somehow more intimate.

Daddy doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he adjusts me until I’m just how he wants me. Then he addresses our princess.

“I want you to take his hand. He’s going to feel overwhelmed and need your support. Don’t do anything more. No kisses or petting. Understand, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His hand slips inside mine. I look over to see him smiling softly at me.

“Princess…” My words cut off. I’m not sure what I want to say to him. Maybe it’s to reassure him this is fine. Maybe it’s to ask him to help me talk my way out of it. I don’t know, and I likely never will because in the next moment, I feel the sting of palm against flesh and my thoughts evaporate.

I suck in a breath as I prepare for the next one. When Daddy’s hand trails over the spot he just hit, I’m not sure how to react. Part of me wants to trust the gentleness of it, while the rest of me understands he’s nowhere close to done.

One spanking doth not conclude a punishment — or whatever Shakespeare would say.

“Time for you to count, Brat. We’re going for twenty. Ten on each side. If you’re good, we’ll stop there. If not, I can keep going.”

Nodding, I squeeze our princess’s hand for reassurance. I’m met with a gentle hum right before another smack lands against me. This one is on the opposite side. It stings enough I almost forget to speak.

“Two,” I force out.

“Two?” Daddy repeats. “What happened to one?”

I turn my head to look at him. “You already did one.”

“No, Brat. That was merely to gauge what you could take. We start from one when counting. Let’s try again.”

Grumbling at the news I’ve somehow had two that won’t count, I turn my face down to the comforter. This time, I’m ready when it comes.

“One!”

Smack.

“Two!”

Smack.

This continues until we reach the end. I’m a mess of tears, snot, and arousal by then. And confused. I’m so fucking confused.

Why do I want to curl into a ball and cry, yet I want to be fucked within an inch of my life? How does that make any sense?

“Shhhh. It’s ok, baby.” Daddy pulls me up to sit in his lap. I can feel our princess move away, but then he’s back and handing something over to Daddy.

“Here you go. This is the one you wanted, right?”

“It is, Princess. Would you be interested in helping me put it on him?”

He nods to Daddy, then waits for instruction. Meanwhile, I’m wondering what kind of alternate universe I’ve stepped into. Everything is twisted up inside of me. I don’t know which way is up anymore.

“Come now,” Daddy tells me. “Let’s get you on the bed so we can take care of you.”

I move in the direction he leads me until I’m facedown on the comforter. My body sinks into the soft fabric as two sets of hands go about rubbing my skin. The lotion is cold enough to make me flinch.

Daddy coos at me, while our princess giggles a bit. I smile at the sound. He’s so adorable.

After a moment, their movements slow down. One set of hands leaves me while the other continues.

“Are you having fun, Princes?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been wanting to play this way for a looooonnnnng time.” There’s a breathy quality to his voice. I can tell he’s aroused without even turning to look.

Before my cock can attempt to rally, I’m flipped onto my back. There’s some quick movement, then I hear the snick of a lock. Looking down, I notice something wrapped around my —

“You put me in a cock cage!?!?”

When I look to Daddy, it’s to see him smirking. “Only for a few minutes. I think you might have enjoyed your spanking a bit too much. I need to make sure you understand this was all a punishment.”

I groan. “I get it, Daddy. Of course I know it was a punishment.” I spit out the last word.

“Do you? Because you’re still being bratty.”

Instead of answering, I roll back onto my stomach. I don’t want to face his judgmental glare.

Except… I might have miscalculated.

“Can I, Daddy?”

“You sure can, Princess. It’ll help him learn his lesson.”

I feel small hands on me again, closely followed by Daddy’s larger ones. I’m not sure what I expect to come next. It’s definitely not a tongue trailing around the newly exposed part of me.

“Wh-wh-what is happening?” It’s a fight to get the words out.

There’s a soft hum that’s obviously our princess. Daddy’s voice follows it, saying, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had your ass eaten, Brat. That would be a travesty.”

“Travesty?”

I must be losing it. The spanking had to have made me pass out. This is all a dream.

A really hot dream.

Sinking into the pleasure, I let my body go slack. The change in my body opens me up even more. I hear a sigh as a hard tongue presses against my hole.

“Feels good,” I mumble, wiggling a bit because I need more.

“Hold steady, Brat. Our princess wants to enjoy his meal.” A light slap against my upper thigh makes me jerk.

Shouldn’t I not feel anything if this is a dream? Kind of like how people say ‘pinch me’ when they’re checking if they’re awake.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“Turn your head, Monty.” At Daddy’s serious tone, I raise my head up enough to do as he says. When our eyes meet, he looks me over. “Ok, good. I thought you’d gone into drop. You’re very much awake, baby. Can’t you feel his sweet mouth going to town on you?”

I laugh at his teasing. “I feel it,” I whisper, suddenly shy this is happening.

Daddy’s hand runs up my spine. It sends shivers through me as arousal springs forward. My cock attempts to harden, only to be stopped by the cage surrounding me.

I gasp. “What the fu —?”

“This is a punishment, Brat,” Daddy says, pulling my attention back to him.

A whine erupts from me as I feel a finger replace the tongue inside me. In a matter of seconds, my brain is a scrambled mess. All I want is to come, yet there is no give in this contraption. If only I had some space…

“Pull back for a minute, Princess.”

I nearly shout at the separation. It’s not fair! This is so much more than a punishment!

Before I can voice my frustration, I’m flipped over to see Daddy holding up a key. He unlocks the cage surrounding me. My jaw falls open as relief, pleasure, and anxiety take hold.

“Can I, Daddy?” When he’s given a nod, our princess dives back into my ass. The big difference this time is the man holding my legs open to give him space to work.

Daddy’s gaze eats me up as his firm grip keeps me from suffocating the man between my legs.

If his molten eyes aren’t enough to have me rushing over the cliff of my orgasm, then our princess’ hand around my cock definitely does it.

Oh, and let’s not forget him rimming me as if his life depends on it.

I come in a flare of bright euphoria. My eyes close. My body quivers.

It’s a complete destruction of everything I’ve ever known.

“That’s it, Brat. Come for us.”

“I did good, Daddy?” I hear asked while I fight to get control of my breathing.

“You did, Princess. I think we taught him a good lesson, don’t you?”

“Yep! And I gots to come too.”

“Did you?”

My vision clears right as our princess points to the wet spot on the front of his pajamas. I snort at the sight, and they both look my way.

“Knew you loved my ass,” I mumble, exhaustion lacing my tone.

“I do! And your chest… and your face….”

Daddy laughs. “Enough of that. His ego is big enough. Let’s get you boys all cleaned up and then we can finish our dinner. Someone needs to eat his veggies still.”

I frown, though I nod. There’s no way I’d survive another round tonight. I know when I’ve been outmaneuvered.