“That was a very good apology, kitten.” Pulling her close, I press a kiss to her temple and she immediately relaxes into my embrace.
Lifting my gaze, I meet the eyes of my family,ourfamily one by one. I’ve already spoken to them about my plans for my little kitten, and in turn they each give a small nod, so I breathe in deeply through my nose and brace myself for what needs to be done.
“I think we can all agree that Natalie messed up. That she betrayed your trust in a very deep, painful way. And because what she did affects everyone at this table, you are all going to participate in her punishment.”
On my lap, Natalie stiffens, but doesn’t protest. As I scan the faces around the table, I find mixed emotions. Mostly the Littles look worried for their friend, with the exception of Juliet who looks almost gleeful, while my brothers and Cat are all wearing nearly identical looks of sadistic satisfaction.
Lucas, who slipped from the room after Natalie’s apology, returns with the items we previously discussed, laying them out on the smooth wood in front of us. Natalie’s hairbrush, one of my belts, a clear acrylic paddle that I’ve heard stings worse than anything else I own, a wooden spoon, and a long thin black cane.
On my lap, Natalie whimpers and presses herself closer to me. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do to gently nudge her off my lap so she can face the music. “Up you go, kitten. Time foryou to learn what happens to naughty Little girls who don’t keep their promises.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Natalie
I am really regretting eating all that junk food as I force myself up off Daddy’s lap. My stomach twists and churns, and I am vaguely worried about losing its contents all over the table.
But then Daddy rests his hand on my back, and the churning eases. It doesn’t stop entirely, but I no longer feel like I might be sick. Because if Daddy is with me, then I can handle whatever comes next.
“Bend over the edge of the table, kitten. Just like you did at our first family dinner.”
When he shoved ginger in my ass, spanked me, and then fucked me in front of everyone.
Right.
Breathing deeply, I force my upper body to bend, lowering my torso to the smooth wood. Daddy pulls my nightgown up and I can’t quite stop the whimper that escapes when he tugs at the tabs of my diaper.
“Shhh, kitten. Daddy’s right here. This is going to be a very long, very painful punishment. But then it will be all done and Daddy will hold you as long as you want. Okay?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
And with that, the diaper is whisked from my bottom, removing the last bit of protection between me and my very angry family members.
“Daddy’s going to warm you up with his hand first,” Daddy says, patting my quivering bottom cheeks. “So you can take whatever our family thinks you deserve.”
A sharp slap lands on my right cheek, not nearly as hard as when he spanked me in the library but more than enough to sting. Over and over he spanks, until my whole bottom feels warm and tingly. It might actually feel nice if I didn’t have the knowledge of what was about to happen hovering over me.
“All right, kitten,” he says when he’s finished, cupping my bottom in his large hand. “I’m going to let your Uncles and Auntie Cat take over now. I know this is a really big punishment, but you’re my good, brave girl and you’re not going to move out of position.”
Something about being called brave by a man I’m certain has faced death on multiple occasions gives me a boost of courage. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Cat, would you like to go first?”
“I believe I shall.” Leaning over the table, she picks up my hairbrush, her lips curling up in a wicked smile. “You know I’m partial to the classics.”
Fuck. Just my luck she’d pick something I just got spanked with not that long ago, recently enough that my bottom clenches at the remembered pain when she taps the wood against my bare skin.
“Family is everything here on the island, Natalie,” she lectures as she taps. “And our family protects its members. We do not go out of our way to expose secrets or cause pain. Hopefully this is the last time we ever need to have this discussion.”
“Yes, Auntie Cat.”
The first swat from the hairbrush drives me up onto my toes and I realize with a sudden horror that Auntie Cat spanks a lot harder than my Papa.
Alotharder.
It only takes three hard swats for tears to fill my eyes as I dance on my toes, desperately trying to keep myself in position. “Owie, Auntie Cat! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, it hurts, it hurts!”
