“Ten with her hairbrush after a very thorough warmup.”
“Consider it done.”
Lucas sits the phone down, and I watch as he moves a chair into my line of sight before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with Natalie’s large wooden hairbrush in his hand. Settling on the chair, he crooks his finger at something off screen. “Come here, Natalie.”
My lips twitch at the sight of my Little girl dragging her feet across the floor as she makes her way over to her Papa.
“Tell your Daddy why you’re getting spanked,” Lucas says, his expression stern despite the amusement dancing in his eyes.
Natalie heaves another sigh and scuffs her bare foot against the floor. “I knocked the fork outta your hand this morning and you had to spank me for being naughty. And if someone else has to punish me, I get another spankin’ at bedtime.”
Lucas glances up at the phone and I nod, indicating for him to continue. Reaching for Natalie, he pulls her across his lap, flipping her pretty pink nightgown up to reveal her diaper. My cock twitches as he strips the thick cotton from her, leaving her completely bare for my discipline by proxy.
“You were very naughty today, kitten. Papa was just trying to make sure you ate a healthy breakfast, and you knocked the fork right out of his hand. Is that how my good Little girl behaves?”
“No, Daddy.” The response is soft, slightly muffled by her position over Lucas’s knees, but it’s clear enough.
“No, it is not. And if you ever do something like that again, you’ll be getting nightly bedtime spankings for a week instead of dessert. Am I understood, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With another nod, I signal for Lucas to begin. Wrapping one arm around my Little one’s waist, he raises his other hand high and brings it down on her bare bottom. The sound of skin connecting with skin echoes through the phone speaker, as does Natalie’s pained howl as she arches up over his lap, kicking her feet as he swats her again.
Watching the scene in front of me unfold, I pull my aching cock from my pants, wrapping my hand around the thick length and squeezing.
Just because my Little one is being punished doesn't mean I should have to suffer with her.
As Lucas spanks, I stroke my cock, the sounds of my kitten’s punishment and her responding cries spurring me on.
I nearly groan when Lucas pauses to pick up the hairbrush. My hand moves faster over my cock and when he snaps the heavy wood against her pink skin, my balls tighten, drawing up as pleasure coils tightly inside me.
With slow, measured swats, he delivers the rest of my punishment, each crack of the brush driving me closer and closer to the edge. And when my naughty little kitten bursts into tears, collapsing over her Papa’s lap as she sobs and sobs, I just manage to grab a tissue to catch my cum as my need finally overwhelms me.
Dragging air into my lungs with deep, greedy breaths, I watch as Lucas gathers my Little one into his arms, soothing her with words I can’t quite hear. Despite the pleasure still humming along my skin, my stomach twists with jealousy. It should be me there, comforting my babygirl as she sniffles and sobs after a punishment.
Setting my own feelings aside, I clean myself up so that when Lucas hands the phone back to my sniffling Little girl, I’m able to offer at least some assurances through the phone.
“Are you going to be a good girl for Papa until I get home, kitten?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my sweet little kitten. Why don’t you go wash your face and then Papa can read you a bedtime story.”
“Will you read it with us?”
“Just try and stop me.”
Giggling, she sets the phone down and I watch as she scrubs her face clean and then climbs up into her Papa’s lap for a story.
And as Lucas reads from a book about a well-hung horse that has me questioning the contents of our home library, I vow to myself that I will do everything in my power to make it home sooner rather than later.
Natalie
“Is it time yet?”
Smiling down at me, Papa shakes his head. “Still a few more minutes, little one.”
“Uggggh.” Groaning, I drop down onto a couch in the living room he’s been busy transforming into our sleepover oasis. Four air mattresses are lined up next to each other on the floor, each covered with a blanket in everyone’s favorite color and a matching satin pillowcase. Off to the side is a table loaded down with snack foods and Chef Mikhail is making us pizza for dinner, which he seemed unusually excited about.
