“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I found, partly to my distress, that I meant it.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” said Daddy Ed curtly.
He glanced over at Daddy Bill, who nodded.
They lay down on the bed with me. I felt my eyes go very wide as their huge, strong hands took hold of me, turning me onto my side facing Daddy Ed with Daddy Bill behind me.
“Bend your legs,” Daddy Ed instructed. “Wrap them around Daddy’s waist.”
I obeyed with a whimper of fear as I began to understand, my thighs parting as I hooked my legs around him. The position opened me completely, exposed every part of me for their use.
Not as sorry as you’re going to be. Such a cliché… and… and kind of… not true?
At least in the usual sense—the way a daddy saysnot as sorry as you’re going to be, when he’s about to give a bare-bottom spanking. When his naughty girl is begging not to go over his knee, apologizing and saying she’ll never misbehave again, Daddy says it, and means that he’s going to spank her so hard she’ll truly think twice about being naughty, next time.
But this…
I felt Daddy Ed’s cock press against my pussy, and despite everything—the punishment, the humiliation, the exhaustion—I was wet. Ever since I had watched Emily take both her daddies like this, I had feared it… but I had also been desperate to know what it felt like to be enjoyed that way, in both my holes.
The rigid penis pushed inside my vagina and I gasped at the fullness. My pussy clenched around him, welcoming the invasion even as my mind reeled from everything that had happened.
Not as sorry as you’re going to be.
My daddies were giving me what I had wanted—as perverse and shameful as the desire had seemed.
Not just what I wanted. What Ineeded.
How could I be sorry about that?
Behind me, I felt lubricant being applied to my anus. I whimpered as Daddy Bill’s fingers worked it in, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming. Then the head of his cock pressed against my opening and I cried out.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, Daddy, it’s so sore…”
“I know, baby,” Daddy Bill murmured against my ear. “That’s why it’s going to teach you such a good lesson.”
He pushed forward and I screamed as his hardness breached me. The stretch hurt so much after the plug, my tender tissues protesting the intrusion. But he didn’t stop, just kept pushing until he was fully seated inside my ass.
The fullness nearly overwhelmed me. Both my daddies were inside me at once, filling every part of me, claiming me completely. I felt punished and loved at the same time—the contradiction making my chest ache with emotions I couldn’t process.
Oh, God.Daddy Ed hadn’t meantNot as sorry as you’re going to bein the usual way at all.
They began to move in tandem, one thrusting in as the other pulled back. The sensation was indescribable—pleasure and pain tangled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the words bursting out of me. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry I tried to deceive you. I’m sorry I sabotaged the code. I’m sorry?—”
“Shh,” Daddy Ed said, his blue eyes locked on mine as he thrust deeper. “We know you’re sorry, bad girl. Now come for your daddies.”
“Come on our cocks,” Daddy Bill echoed from behind me, his penis working in and out of my sore bottom. “Show us you understand who you belong to.”
The orgasm hit without warning, crashing through me with devastating force. I screamed, my body convulsing between them as they continued their relentless rhythm. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, so complete it felt like I was being unmade.
“Again,” Daddy Ed commanded. “Come again.”
His fingers found my clit and the second orgasm tore through me before the first had fully subsided. I sobbed with the intensity of it, my muscles clenching around both their cocks, my mind fracturing into pieces that couldn’t reassemble.
“Daddy… oh, please… Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” I sobbed. The word.Daddy. The magic word that felt almost like I had Daddy’s penis in my mouth, making Daddy feel good, the way a good bad girl did… doing the thing her mouth was intended for.
They didn’t stop. They just kept fucking me, kept commanding me to come, and my body obeyed over and over until I lost count. The pleasure became a constant state, waves crashing over me without pause.
