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“That is what I meant,” Dax confirmed. “But I didn’t like being yelled at. You could have expressed yourself without raising your voice or hitting the table.”

Tessa squirmed. If Baze lectured her for responding like that, she would know what was coming, and expect to be in trouble, but the thing with Beau and Dax was so new. She wasn’t really sure what to expect. Thankfully, Dax continued, and she didn’t have to wonder long.

“If I spoke to Beau like that, I wouldn’t be sitting comfortably.” He hooked a finger under her chin, and lifted her face gently, forcing her to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered when her eyes met his.

“I am too, but I think you should be punished for your disrespect. Are you okay with that?”

Tessa sucked in a sharp breath that got caught in her throat. Her pussy tingled. Was she okay with it? It made her nervous, sure, but that was because it was new and unknown. But Daddies punished. It was their job, and she wouldn’t know how Dax and Beau were as Daddies if she didn’t let them do their job.

“Yes, Sir.”

“All right then, good.” He dropped her chin, and she whipped her head around to look at Beau, expecting him to be the disciplinarian, but it was Dax who stood. Beau simply crossed his arms over his chest and pushed his chair out from the table.

“It was Dax you were rude to, so he is going to be the one to punish you,” he said by way of explanation.

That made her more nervous. Even though she’d known it was an option, it sometimes felt like she and Dax were on the same level. It would be weird to have him coloring happily with her one minute and spanking her the next.

But he stood and took her hand, helping her up so that she was standing in front of him, already feeling very chastised.

“Tessa, you are certainly allowed to disagree and express your feelings but there are better ways of doing that. It’s important that we all treat each other with respect, and sometimes we all need a little reminder of that. Do you agree?”

His tone had changed drastically, from fun and easy-going playmate to stern-and-determined Daddy. A shiver ran down her spine. She gulped. “Yes, Daddy Dax.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to stand in the corner and think about how we need to treat each other with respect. I’ll set a timer for five minutes. When it goes off, I will be sitting on the loveseat over there. I want you to come and stand in front of me and ask for your spanking.”

It took everything she had not to make a face because corner time sucked, and asking for a spanking was even worse.

She opened her mouth to ask which corner in case it mattered, and before she could, he pointed to the one closest to the door.

Nodding, she shuffled over and assumed what she knew to be the Daddy-preferred corner-standing position: nose to the wall, hands clasped behind the back, bottom pushed out just a little in case he had the urge to smack it.

“Good girl,” he murmured from somewhere behind her. “I’m setting the timer now.”

With nothing to look at but white plaster, Tessa was hyper-aware of everything going on in the room. She tried to be a good girl and do as she was told, think about how to express herself more respectfully in the future, but she could hear the creak of the leather when Dax sat down on the loveseat, and the scratching of the chair legs against the floor, when Beau moved, presumably to get a better view.

That was going to be the weird part: having an audience that wasn’t other Littles. Knowing the dynamic Beau and Dax had, she wondered if it was weird for them too.

Her brain flitted around from one thing to another and probably only one minute out of five was actually spent thinking about what she’d done wrong, but there wasn’t much to think about. Respect was important and there were better ways to be heard than raising your voice.

Finally, the room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, until the timer went off, beeping obnoxiously.

She waited for Dax to shut it off and didn’t come out of the corner until he said it was okay. Then, with her eyes trained on the carpet beneath her feet, she shuffled toward him, stopping only when her shoes were beside his.

Getting there was one thing. Bringing herself to ask for a spanking was another thing altogether. She stood for a moment, breathing heavily as she gathered her courage, reminding herself that this was exactly what she wanted.

Finally, Dax took pity, and prompted her. “Do you have something to say, little one?”

“I’m really sorry I yelled and smacked the table. It wasn’t necessary and it wasn’t respectful and I will try my best to do better in the future. Will you please spank me, Daddy Dax, so I learn my lesson and don’t forget?”

Somewhere in the distance she heard Beau murmur his approval.

“Thank you, Tessa, for that lovely apology. And, yes, I will spank you. You better believe it, little girl.”

With that, he took her by the hands, and guided her over his knees, a gesture she was profoundly grateful for as her strength in this new situation only stretched so far.

When he had her settled in just the way he wanted her, his hands splayed across her bottom. “I’m going to lift your dress up now and pull down your pull-up. Since this is your first spanking with us, I’m only going to use my hand, but trust that that will not be the norm.”