“This is so stupid,” she grumbles, but she plunges her hand into the bowl just the same and pulls one free.
“Read it aloud, please, Juliet.”
Scowling, Juju opens the slip of paper and groans. “One week with no orgasms. I’m sorry, Izzy! I didn’t know!”
Even though my stomach feels like an entire army of butterflies has come alive inside it, I force a smile. “It’s okay. It could be a lot worse.”
Could it, though? My Daddy already loves to take me to the edge and leave me hanging there as a punishment, but his teasing has never lasted more than a few hours. Can I really handle a wholeweekof being tortured like that?
Guess I’m about to find out.
“Alright, little doll. Your turn to choose for Victoria.”
Slipping from Daddy’s lap, I reach for the spoon. At least now the selection process will go a bit quicker. I glance up at Juju, who nods glumly at my selection, and I pick up the spoon to hand it to Uncle Max.
“Thank you, Isabella. Now a paper from the bowl.”
This part is trickier. There’s no real way to guarantee a lighter sentence for her, so I just shove my hand in and grab the first paper I wrap my fingers around, sending up a quick prayer to whatever entity might be listening that it won’t be too bad.
Is there a patron saint of naughty Little girls, I wonder?
Fingers trembling, I open the paper, and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. “One week of bedtime spankings,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with tears. “I’m sorry, Tori.”
“It’s okay.” But her smile is tight at the edges and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “I’ve had worse.”
I’m not sure she has, but it’s done and there’s nothing I can do to fix it, so I return to my Daddy’s lap as Tori makes her selections. Her cheeks burn bright red as she mumbles out the first punishment she chooses, and her Daddy has to make her repeat herself.
“Um. She has to get her bottom punished… with her Daddy’s cock.” She whispers the last part, but it’s such a small space everyone hears her clearly.
Uncle Jasper grins at this news. “Well that’s a happy coincidence. I packed your naughty girl lube and plug in our carry-on bag. So we can complete that punishment before we land.”
“Here?” Juju’s voice rises to a squeak. “With everyone watching?”
“Yes, princess. With everyone watching. That’s what happens when you involve your friends in your naughty plans. Everyone gets to see you get punished. Choose the next paper, Victoria, so we can get started.”
Sighing, Victoria pulls another piece from the bowl and groans. “One week of early bedtime. Why are so many of these week-long punishments?”
“Because that’s how long we’ll be in Paris,” Uncle Jasper says, and for a moment I forget we’re supposed to be in trouble because the smile on his face is pure excitement. “We had planned a family vacation as a surprise for you girls before we learned about your little escape plan.”
“Paris?” Gasping, Tori presses her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, I’ve never been to Paris! Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
My own excitement bubbles in my stomach, but it’s dampened by Juju’s anguished wail.
“You can’t send me to bed early inParis, Daddy! All the best stuff happens after dark!”
“Then it will be a good reminder for you that you are not a big girl who gets to go out at night and do big girl things. You are my Little girl, Juliet, and I expect you to remember that.”
“But it’s not fair!”
“If you keep arguing, I’ll make it early bedtime with a spanking. Would you prefer that?”
“No, but?—”
“Then I suggest you accept your punishment with grace, Juliet Sloane.”
Flopping back in her seat, Juju lets out a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, now that we’ve gotten that settled.” Daddy pops the button on the cuff of his dress shirt and begins rolling it toward his elbow, exposing the lean, muscular forearm beneath. “We have some naughty bottoms to punish. On your feet, Isabella, so Daddy can get that diaper off you.”
