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“Fine,” she says with a huff, turning her head to stare out the window.

Looking to my right, I catch my wife’s eye. Celeste sighs, then nods, letting me know we’re on the same page about what should happen next.

With need and excitement pumping through my veins, I climb into the back of the spacious town car and reach for our Little girl, pulling her over my lap as Celeste takes her seat across from us.

“No!” Kerry cries, her legs kicking as I pull her skirt up to her waist, exposing the simple cotton panties covering her bottom. “I don’t want a spanking!”

Hooking a finger in the waistband of her panties, I tug them down to her knees. “Maybe you don’t want a spanking, but it’s clear from how you’re behaving that you are in desperate need of one.”

Fuck, she has the most adorable bottom I’ve ever seen, especially with the lingering marks from the thorough paddling her Mommy gave her. I give myself a moment to admire the roundness of it, cupping one full cheek and giving it a gentle squeeze. Over my lap, my Little girl whimpers, but she doesn’t try to get away. Instead she lifts her bottom, silently begging for more of her Daddy’s touch.

Delicious.

But as much as I would enjoy bringing my babygirl to orgasm right here over my lap, I have a duty as her Daddy to ensure she learns right from wrong. Reluctantly letting go of her bottom, I raise my hand and bring it down on her right cheek, the sound echoing in the tiny space along with Kerry’s howls of protest.

“No, please, I’m sorry! I don’t want another spankin’, please!”

Her voice has pitched higher, making her sound even more Little than before, and I have to bite back a groan as my stiff cock presses against the soft flesh of her stomach.

Ignoring my own needs for now, I focus on reddening her bottom, spanking her until every single inch of skin down to the tops of her thighs is a nice bright pink. By the time I’m finished, she’s limp over my lap, her loud sobs filling the car.

“Are you ready to be our good girl again, angel?” I ask, running my hand over her heated flesh.

“Uh-huh,” she chokes out, and although she sounds so adorably pitiful, I know from past experience that Little girls learn best with strict enforcement of the rules.

Twice more I spank her, right on her sit-spots, drawing a strangled cry from her throat. “Is that how you answer me, little girl?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Then when Daddy asks you a question, how do you answer?”

It takes her several long moments to respond, and I’m just about to start spanking again when her soft reply reaches my ears.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. Those words are even sweeter from my Little girl’s lips than I’d ever imagined.

Looking up, I see my own hunger reflected in the sparkling hazel of my wife’s eyes.

“On your knees, angel,” Celeste says, her voice breathless with need. “Time to thank your Daddy for caring about you enough to spank your naughty bottom when you need it.”

Chapter Five

Kerry

Thank him? For spanking me?

Absolutely not.

But when I don’t immediately move, Mommy reaches across the car to wrap my ponytail around her hand. Pain flashes through my skull as she tugs, and I’m left with no choice but to allow her to guide me to my knees in front of my Daddy.

Mommy. Daddy. For years now I’ve been desperate to find just one person to care for me and now, somehow, I have one of each.

And I have no clue how to feel about it.

Part of me is ecstatic, but clearly I have more of an independent streak than I ever realized because the thought of giving up my apartment and being forced to live full-time as their Little girl still has rebellion welling in my chest.

For now, though, with my ass still burning and my ponytail caught firmly in Mommy’s grip, I’m too scared to defy them.