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Uh-oh. My bottom clenches instinctively, reminding me of how thoroughly I’ve already been punished today. I know I should back down, maybe even apologize. But the panic clawing at my throat is too strong to overcome, and instead of doing the smart thing, I double down.
“I don’t wanna go to my apartment. I wanna play.”
There. Maybe if they think I’m just being obstinate because I want to be a Little girl they won’t be too mad.
And to my surprise, it works.
Sort of.
Lips curving up in a smile, Daddy bounces me in his arms. “You can play at your apartment. Mommy and Daddy will do all the work.”
Dammit. Why do they have to be so freaking reasonable?
Clearly, the only way to fix this is for me to be as unreasonable as possible in return.
“No!” Screaming the word, I twist hard in Daddy’s arms and his grip on me slips. I slide to the floor and immediately throw myself onto my stomach, my arms and legs flailing as I continue to screech. “No, no, no! I don’t want to!”
“Kerry Addison! That is quite enough, young lady!”
Mommy’s sharp tone nearly freezes me in my tracks, but I manage to find the courage to keep going, even knowing I am well on my way to another sore bottom. Another ear-piercing scream rips from my throat, and a moment later I feel myself hoisted in the air.
“No! I don’t want a spankin’! Put me down!”
“You are well past a spanking, little girl,” Daddy growls in my ear.
Okay, that gives me pause. “What?”
It’s only then that I realize I’m in their bedroom and Mommy is digging through an open trunk of some kind, clearly looking for something. Daddy puts me on my feet beside the bed and reaches for the hem of my dress to pull it up over my head.
“Your poor bottom needs a rest,” he explains as he strips me down to my diaper, his expression set into stern lines. “So we have something else in mind to help with that attitude.”
“Found it!” Turning away from the trunk, Mommy holds up what may be the largest dildo I have ever seen in my entire life and I swear I can feel the blood draining from my face.
“Wh–what’s that?”
A wicked smile tugs at her lips. “It’s Mommy’s punishment cock.”
“Why is it called that?”
She looks over at Daddy, and they both laugh, a low, cruel sound that makes my insides quiver.
“Don’t worry, little one. You’re about to find out.”
Celeste
As much as we enjoy spoiling and pampering our Little one, absolutely nothing compares to seeing the color leach from her cheeks as she realizes she has bitten off a bit more than she can chew.
Setting the dildo on the bed where she can clearly see it, I reach for the buttons on my blouse, popping open the first one while our not-so-angelic babygirl swallows audibly. “We’re going to fuck you, Kerry Addison. You are going to choke on Daddy’s cock while Mommy fucks that sweet little pussy of yours with my punishment strap.”
Curiosity replaces some of the trepidation on her face. “Is… is it going to hurt?”
“Oh, yes, little one,” Graham assures her as he strips his own shirt off and sets it aside. “But the pain is only part of your punishment.”
Kerry’s lip puffs out in a champion pout. “That seems like more than enough.”
Her grumbling is punctuated by the sharp sound of her Daddy’s palm connecting with her bottom. When she spins around to glare up at him, Graham only raises a brow.
“You said my bottom needed a rest!”
