But… Daddy hadn’t wronged him. Daddy hadn’t wronged me, either, which was what Jules—erm, Diva—had originally flipped out about. Except that even then, a part of me had known itwasn’tjust about me. Jules was absolutely wonderful in every single way.
And he also had trust issues.
Rightly so, given some of the ways people had treated him in the past.
But then, once Daddy had actually started spanking Diva, it was like a switch had flipped somewhere deep inside of Jules, and everything changed. I’d been able to tell the exact second it happened—even though it sounded odd to say, given that he’d been sobbing and screaming and thrashing about at the time—it had looked like a calming wave washed over him, all at once. Even though of course he’d still been in full drag, Diva had been gone. It was Jules.JustJules. The real Jules, who normally stayed buried under all his glitz and glam one hundred percent of the time except every once in a while, when it was just the two of us in private.
So I’d finally stopped worrying, because I’dseenit. Daddy really had known what he’d needed. That spanking had taken away all of the anger and the frustration and the misunderstanding that had been building up to that moment, draining it all away and leaving Juleshappy.
It might have made me fall in love, just a little, with our Daddy, even if it was too soon.
Something had changed inside of me with that spanking, too. I’d gone from terrified, to grateful Daddy was doing what I’d never known how to for Jules, to… well, really turned on.
Was that okay?
I’d been so caught up in the way Daddy was spanking Jules, and in Jules' completely over-the-top reaction, that I hadn’t even noticed my own hard-on at first. But as soon as I did, I’d grabbed one of the squishy throw pillows off the sofa and held it over my lap, feeling… ashamed? Worried? Concerned?
Well, mostly really, really turned-on. But I still worried that it was completely inappropriate.
Daddy looked over at me—Jules utterly boneless and relaxed-looking, cuddled in his lap—and I could see the moment he realized what had happened.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, clutching the pillow tighter against me. Which, um, wow. Felt really nice.
Daddy winked. “I see nothing for you to be sorry about, beautiful.”
He didn’t? It was huge. He didn’t notice?
Oh. He meant… well, but how could that be true? I didn’t even understand why I was so hard. The spanking hadn’t even been sexual. Not really, anyway. My body had really, really liked it, though.
“It really is okay, little lamb,” Daddy said gently, his calm voice and the accepting look on his face reassuring me even more than the actual words. “Don’t be embarrassed about that. Spanking can be a very emotional experience. And your reaction? It’s a natural one. The adrenaline, the testosterone, the blood flow…” He winked again. “It had the same effect on me and Diva.”
“Jules,” I said automatically, because, despite the wig and clothes and padding, it just so, so obviously was. “You spanked Diva right out of him.”
Daddy’s eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
Jules didn’t say anything, still looking blissfully out of it, but I knew I was right.
And Daddy… Daddy trustedme, the same way I trusted him. “Okay,” he said, smiling. “Well,Julesand I are both in a similar state.”
I couldn’t really see it, not the way Daddy had Jules positioned on his lap, but hearing it just made memorehard. Although if Daddy was right about Jules… ouch. She was still in full drag and most likely uncomfortably tucked, and God, that must have been extra painful for her if she really was as hard as Daddy and me were.
Daddy must have had the same thought, or else he was just that tuned in to the two of us.
Or maybe both.
“Come sit here with me, beautiful.” He held out his free hand as he cradled Jules against him with the other. “Help me get him out of drag.”
I froze, expecting Jules to snap out of his near-catatonic state at that and slap Daddy right in the face for even suggesting we get him out of drag, but that didn’t happen.
And even though Ididtrust Daddy, I still felt like I needed to double check with Jules before we did anything.
“Is that okay, Jules?” I sat down next to Daddy and reached over to rest my hand on Jules’ thigh. “If… if we help you get undressed?”
His jaw was slack and his face had a distant, relaxed expression on it as he stared right through me. Then he blinked, and I could see his eyes focus on me for a moment before shifting back to that far-away place.
“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as Daddy held him close. “It’s okay.”
In all the years I’d known him, I’d never seen Jules like this before.
