Of course, that could be because now I’m standing in a corner with my pants around my knees and my diapered bottom on display while my friend suffers the same fate because of my actions. Guilt twists in my tummy at the thought of sweet Lanie getting spanked because of something I did without her even knowing it.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs has me straightening, my heart pounding so loud I wonder if everyone else can hear it. The footsteps pause, and then there’s a brief, hushed discussion before someone clears their throat.
“Lanie, Josie.” Daddy’s tone is hard as steel and it’s all I can do not to whimper. “Come here, please.”
Dragging in a deep breath, I force myself to turn and hobble over to stand in front of my own Daddy, who is flanked by Axel and Gray. Thankfully, everyone else seems to have made themselves scarce. I’m still definitely getting spanked, but at least I won’t have a huge audience.
Arms crossed, Daddy takes the lead, pinning us both with a stern glare. “Being allowed to play alone in your nurseries is a privilege. One you have both just forfeited for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s not fair! Lanie didn’t even do anything wrong!”
Daddy’s expression clearly says I shouldn’t be arguing, but I can’t help it. “When Little girls are naughty together, they get punished together. Perhaps next time you’ll think twice before involving Lanie in your naughty plans in any capacity.”
This issofucking unfair. “Whatever.”
Something flickers in his eyes, something that has my pussy clenching with need even as my fear twists my stomach into knots. “And because you used Auntie Gray’s bedroom to try and hide from us, she will be giving you the spankings you’ve both earned. Starting with Melanie.”
The world spins around me.Gracieis going to spank me?
No. Absolutely the fuck not. There is no possible way I’ll survive this humiliation.
“Daddy, please,” I whisper, making my voice as pitiful as I can manage. “I’m really, really sorry. I won’t ever be naughty again.”
To my shock, a smile tugs at his lips. “You’ve promised me that very same thing more than once, bug. I think we both know you just can’t help yourself.”
Stepping forward, he hoists me into his arms and carries me over to the couch, sitting down with me perched on his lap. There’s a tearing sort of sound I recognize as the tabs of my diaper being undone and humiliation floods my body as I’m exposed to the entire room.
He shifts me so my back is pressed against his chest and I’m facing the open area of the living room. “We are going to sit right here and watch your Auntie Gray spank Lanie’s bottom until it’s red and sore, so that maybe the next time you want to dosomething naughty when you’re with your friends, you’ll think twice. Gray?”
Sighing quietly, Gray steps forward to grasp Lanie’s arm, pulling her toward the chair that’s been situated in the middle of the room.
“I’m sorry, Auntie Gray, I’m sorry!” Lanie cries, tugging at Gray’s iron grip. “Please don’t spank me!”
But Gray ignores her pleas for mercy entirely as she sits and pulls Lanie down over her lap. “When you are told to stay in one place, we expect you girls to stay in that place. Am I understood, Melanie Brynne?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Lanie wails, her feet kicking useless in the air. “I was being a good girl!”
Guilt churns in my stomach, making bile rise in my throat as I watch Gray effortlessly strip Lanie’s diaper from her, baring her bottom to the room. “Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have no way of proving that. So we are going to have to proceed under the assumption you were involved in Josie’s naughtiness.”
With that, Gray’s hand snaps down against Lanie’s bottom, leaving behind a crisp, pink handprint. At the exact same time, Daddy’s fingers find my shamefully soaked pussy, sliding between my dripping lips to caress the swollen little bud there.
“What a filthy Little girl you are, Josie-Posie,” he whispers in my ear as Gray lands another spank on poor Lanie’s exposed bottom. “Getting your friend in trouble and then enjoying her punishment like this. So very naughty you are.”
“I-I’m not enjoying it.”
But my protests are in vain. Because there’s no denying how wet I am, or the way my pussy clenches with every swat, every cry. I don’twantto be enjoying Lanie’s pain, but my body clearly has other ideas.
With every swat, Daddy strokes me, sending little flashes of need pulsing through my veins while my friend thrashes and cries over our “Auntie’s” lap.
And then he gets devious.
When Gray pauses to pick up her hairbrush, Daddy slides two fingers inside me, forcing me to stretch to accommodate him as the heel of his hand settles against my clit. Lanie’s cries turn to wails of pain, her pleas for mercy and promises of good behavior forever and ever filling the room while my Daddy works me relentlessly toward my peak.
It’s awful. Humiliating. Sickening.
Intoxicating.
Soon my hips are moving of their own accord, grinding against his hand as I watch poor Lanie’s bottom turn redder and redder under Gray’s brush. I’m a horrible, wicked person, but I can’t stop myself from chasing my release, even as tears of regret stream down my cheeks.
