A sob bursts out of our babygirl as she lifts her hands to cover her face. And then I hear it, the faint sound of her bladder releasing against the soft cotton of her diaper, and my heart swells with joy.
“What a good little baby you are!” I coo at her as I continue petting her hair. “Using your diaper like Mommy and Daddy told you to. Such a good, pretty little baby.”
As I praise her, Ethan makes quick work of her diaper, removing it and wrapping it up to put in the bin to be washed later. And when he wipes her clean again, he leans down to press a tender kiss to her pretty little pussy.
“All right, angel.” Scooping her up in his arms again, he carries her to an empty corner. “You are going to stand right here with that naughty bottom on display while your Mommy and I discuss how to handle your punishment. Do not move from that spot unless you want an extra-ouchie bottom tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Cupping my elbow, Ethan leads me out into the hall.
“All right, Mommy. How do we want to handle our naughty babygirl?”
Mia
It feelslike forever that I’m stuck in the corner, my bare butt sticking out from beneath my too-short dress, waiting on Mommy and Daddy to start my punishment. More than once, I’m tempted to sneak over to the dollhouse and play until I hear the doorknob turning, but I’m far too scared of Daddy’s threat to risk it.
Then I hear the door opening behind me, and all of a sudden I’m wishing they’d taken a little while longer out there in the hall.
“Come here, Mia Grace.”
Turning away from the corner, I drag myself over to the bed where they’re both seated. God, they make a picture, both so tall and fierce and stunningly perfect.
And all mine.
My heart trips in my chest as I look up into their stern faces. “I’m really sorry,” I whisper, my voice thick with the tears I know I’ll be shedding soon enough.
Mommy’s expression softens, ever so slightly. “We’re happy to hear that, baby. But you still have to be punished. Do you understand why?”
“Be-because I was naughty and I kicked Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Deep voice rumbling with disappointment, Daddy reaches for me, capturing my wrist to tug me closer to them. “You threw a tantrum and you lashed out, all because you didn’t believe Mommy when she said we’re a family. So we decided this punishment should be a family affair.”
Before I can ask what he means, I’m being lifted up to straddle Mommy’s left thigh and Daddy’s right thigh at the same time, my torso bent forward and trapped between them. The position is awkward, but more than that, it puts every inch of my most intimate parts on full display for them.
A soft hand cups my bottom and squeezes. “You are ours, Mia Grace. And if we have to keep this bottom red and hot every day for the rest of your life for you to remember who you belong to, then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
Mommy’s hand disappears, and a moment later pain explodes across my bottom. It’s Daddy’s hand now, his hard palm covering nearly every inch of my exposed skin as he lands a hard, stinging spank.
Before I even have a chance to process the pain, another swat lands. Not quite as hard, and the hand isn’t nearly as large, but it still stings like crazy.
And I realize then exactly what they mean by this punishment being afamily affair.
One after another, the uneven swats land. Sometimes alternating, but sometimes the same hand swats me over and over. I can’t relax into the spanking the way I sometimes do, because I’m constantly on guard, waiting to see what comes next.
“Owie, owie, Daddy, I’m sorry!” I cry after a particularly hard swat from his large hand catches not just the lower curve of my bottom, but the lips of my soaked pussy as well. Pain and pleasure mix inside me, knocking me even more off balance than the spanking itself has managed to.
“Oh, that got a response,” Mommy says with a low, wicked laugh. “Let’s see if we can do it again.”
Now it’s her hand swatting me, the tips of her fingers angling to land firmly on my bare lips. The pain is sharp, shocking, but there’s also pleasure there, and my brain can’t seem to separate one from the other.
Daddy spanks me again and I rock forward, desperate to escape this excruciating punishment. But the movement only serves to grind my clit against their thighs, pulling a low, needy whine from deep inside me.
“Mommy… Daddy…please.” Another spank, another flash of pleasure as I ride their thighs, shading my release.
“Do you see our naughty baby, Daddy?” Mommy asks, and humiliation floods my entire body at her condescending tone. “I think she’s trying to make herself come.”
“I think you’re right, Mommy.” His hand landshardon the most sensitive part of my ass, propelling me forward again with a loud cry. “What a naughty, dirty Little girl she is. Good girls don’t get off on being punished.”
