Hope had swallowed hard. “Yes, Master Derek.”
As she was agreeable about me and Tyrell handing out the punishment, the Ranch owner had left us to our devices as long as we promised to take her well in hand.
And well in hand was exactly what we planned on doing.
For now, I’d be leaving Perry’s punishment to Tyrell, but hopefully, sometime soon, I’d be able to have my say in that too. Because even though he hadn’t physically helped her spread thejoy, he’d had a hand in planning it and hiding it from us, so in my mind, he was just as responsible as Hope.
A Hope who was very visibly trembling and chewing on a delicious bottom lip as she waited to see what Tyrell and I would do.
We’d decided to move the punishment scene to my apartment, instead of trying to find an unoccupied playroom. With all the guests in attendance at the Ranch, and so many people finding suitable partners, most of the spaces were either reserved or already in use.
And I felt more comfortable in my own space, with my own toys.
Perry had his nose in a corner of my bedroom, his bare, plugged bottom sticking out at an angle. He was to remain thereuntil we were done with Hope, and then Tyrell and I would each see to one of our Little ones’ aftercare, changing out if we felt the need.
“Button,” Tyrell said softly, but his voice still had Hope jumping and her nervous face turning our way. He moved to sit next to her, pulling her close to his body as he stroked her hair. “I know we haven’t discussed limits yet, but you have to know that neither Daddy Lee nor I would do anything to harm you in a bad way, right?”
The beautiful girl looked up at him, pulling slightly away so she could meet his gaze. “I know, Daddy,” she whispered.
Tyrell looked to me, his expression probably mirroring my own. We would just have to trust our girl to stop us if she was uncomfortable with anything happening. But just in case...
“You understand your safe words and how to use them? It won’t get you out of your punishment, but if you really don’t like what we’re doing, and it is too much for you, we will stop and discuss a different punishment.”
She turned to me. “I do, Daddy Lee. Green for good, yellow for a pause and check-in and red if I need it to end.”
“Good girl,” Tyrell murmured before giving her a quick kiss on her temple. “Then get up for us, take off your clothes, and go wait for us in Daddy Lee’s bedroom, okay, button?”
Our girl nodded before quickly disposing of her clothes, letting them all drop to the floor in a big pile. Later—much later—I’ll work on her being a bit tidier, but for now we needed to get her first punishment behind us.
We quickly followed, and I watched as Tyrell went to check in with Perry before bringing all my attention to the beautiful girl kneeling in front of my bed.
She was the perfect submissive.
And I was so looking forward to watching her grow more comfortable with being our perfect Little girl.
Or rather—considering what we were presently about to do— our perfectlyimperfectLittle girl and I wouldn’t wish her to be anything else.
After Tyrell was done with Perry, he took a seat on the bed before calling Hope to come drape herself over his lap. “I’m going to spank this pretty bottom, and warm it up for Daddy Lee, button. Then he’s going to get the flogger and see that our naughty girl gets the punishment she needs.”
Hope let out a soft whimper, the first sign that she might be looking forward to her spanking more than she should have been.
A loud smack rang throughout the room, quickly followed by a startled yelp from Hope.
“You’ll count them out for me, button. Or I’ll have to start over again.”
“One!” she quickly shouted before wiggling on Tyrell’s lap.
He then immediately followed through on his part of the punishment, sharp smacks raining down on her bare bottom. The plump cheeks rapidly pinkened up as he carefully warmed the entire surface.
At first her counting was a bit matter-of-fact, but soon her words turned breathy as she whimpered, whined, and wriggled. Our lovely Littlewasenjoying her punishment just a bit too much. Which only meant we’d have to see that she didn’t find release at the end of it, because we didn’t want to encourage her to misbehave.
Too much, anyway.
When Hope’s breaths were ragged, and her cheeks stained with tears that were soundlessly escaping, Tyrell finally finished with her. When he let her up I could see he wasn’t unaffected either. The large bulge of his erect cock pressed against the zipper of his pants.
I was sporting a similar problem in my own trousers.
“There we go, button,” Tyrell murmured to her as he made quick work of wiping tears from her face and placing a soft, tender kiss on her lips. “All warmed up for your other Daddy.”
