Then, when I’m trembling on the precipice, just about to go flying, it all… stops. Daddy’s fingers go still inside me as Gray sets her brush aside, and he pulls them from me completely when she pulls Lanie into her arms, rocking and cuddling her as Lanie sobs her heart out.
Now, there’s no pleasure to distract me from the guilt of not only putting Lanie in a position to be so severely punished, butenjoyingher pain as it was happening. I’m forced to observe the consequences of my actions with my pussy still pulsing with unmet need.
God, I really am the worst person in the world.
It’s a relief, really, when Gray passes Lanie off to her Daddy, Axel bouncing her in his arms as he murmurs soft words for only her to hear and Gray’s dark eyes meet mine across the room.
“All right, little girl. Your turn.”
Josie
My heart really does feel like it might beat straight out of my chest as Daddy lifts me off his lap and puts me on my feet facing Gray. And for several long moments all I can do is stand there, staring down my former best friend. There’s no possible way I can make myself walk over there and let herspankme.
But then there’s a hand on my back, pushing me forward, and Daddy murmurs in my ear. “You can put yourself over Auntie Gray’s knee or Daddy can put you there. But if I have to do it, you’ll be getting my belt after she’s done with you.”
That threat gives me the strength I need to move forward with slow, shuffling steps until I’m standing beside Gray’s chair.
“Please don’t do this,” I whisper, my voice thick with unshed tears. “Please, Gracie.”
Again I catch a glimpse of the girl she was when we were younger. But then she disappears and I’m left with my stern “Auntie”. “My name is Gray. And Little girls in this house call me Auntie Gray. The next time you don’t use my correct title, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap before I spank you.”
Horror and betrayal well in my chest, threatening to suffocate me. I don’t have a chance to respond though, before I’m pulled down over her thighs. My ass is already bare, thanks to Daddy playing with me during Lanie’s spanking, and Gray wastes no time laying into me.
Fast, stinging swats cover my entire bottom, and I wrap my hands around the legs of the chair, determined not to give them the satisfaction of kicking up a fuss or crying.
That resolve only lasts until she shifts her focus to my sensitive sit-spots, the fresh pain surprising a series of yelps from me as I flutter my feet.
“When an adult tells you to stay somewhere, you stay there, Josephine Elise,” Gray lectures, moving again to the fullest part of my bottom, the strength of her swats increasing. “This house is too big for Little girls to go wandering around and getting into mischief.”
“I wasn’t getting into mischief! I was just playing a game!”
Okay, probably not thebesttime to be arguing my point, especially since I was, indeed, getting into mischief. But they don’t actuallyknowthat, and the injustice of it all sits heavy in my stomach.
To my shock, the argument seems to work. The spanking stops and Gray’s hand comes to rest on my sore bottom. “I know you, Josie.” Her voice is hard, with no trace of the warmth or softness I remember. “Probably better than anyone, Bram included. And I know damn well you were up to something, even if I don’t know exactly what. Which is why you are here, getting your bottom paddled, so that maybe next time you will think twice about breaking the rules.”
A second later, pain explodes across my bottom and I don’t think, I just react. Back arching up, I let out a loud cry as a second swat from the hairbrush connects with my opposite cheek.
“I’m sorry!” All thoughts of not giving them the satisfaction of breaking me fly out the window as Gray’s brush falls over and over again, covering my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs with burning pain. “I’m sorry, I won’t be naughty again!”
“Like I said,” Gray says with a chuckle, “I know you better than that, Josie. I know you need your bottom paddled until you are a sore, sobbing mess for you toactuallymean anything you’re saying right now.”
Fuck, I hate that she’s probably right. Though I am feeling fairly certain that I won’t be breaking this particular rule again anytime soon, the odds of me getting insomekind of trouble remain fairly high.
For what feels like hours, I struggle and flail and beg over her knee. Until, at last, I break. Slumped over her lap, my entire body shaking with my sobs, I can’t even form actual words as I try to promise I’ll be good forever and ever and ever.
“There we go.” With shocking ease, she lifts me up to sit on her lap, cradling me close as she presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you going to be a good girl and follow the rules now, Josie-Posie?”
Curling into her familiar-yet-not embrace, I nod. “Y-yes, Auntie Gray.”
“Good.” Another kiss, and despite my earlier resistance to being spanked by my childhood bestie, I can feel myself melting into her. “I know this is hard. But we love you and we just want what’s best for our Little girls. Okay?”
I nod, pressing myself tighter against her chest. And as my tears slow and my breathing returns to normal, I realize I’m not just nodding to avoid being spanked again. Somehow, I actuallybelieveher when she says she wants what’s best for me.
And I have no fucking clue what to do about that.
CHAPTER 17
BRAM
