Page 106 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“Are you being sassy with us?” Lincoln murmurs in her ear.

She opens her eyes and a faint smile appears on her lips. “Maybe?”

“Oh, Trouble,” Lincoln says in mock disappointment.

But like me, he’s anything but disappointed. Punishing Evie for bratty behavior is a privilege and a delight.

“We have a little brat on our hands,” I say to Lincoln.

“What should we do with her?” he asks.

“I have an idea.”

Evie’s eyes widen at the darkness in my voice. Sounding worried, she says, “I thought…spanking?”

I grin. “In a sense, you will be spanked.”

“What does that mean?” Her voice rises higher in pitch. “In a sense, I’ll be spanked? What sense?”

I don’t answer her, but I catch Lincoln’s gaze past her shoulder and nod to the swing.

“Up in the swing, Trouble,” Lincoln says, pulling her dress the rest of the way off of her.

“That’s a swing?” She crosses her arms over her chest and spins to face him. “Make me, old man.”

At the stormy look in his eyes, she backs up a step.

“Um,” she says, “I mean, sure, I’ll get in the swing.”

“That’s right you will,” he says.

We leave her bra on. I like the look of indecency it brings—every other part of her bare except her lacy white bra and the little white heels she’s wearing. The black lights are on in this room as well, and the effect is mesmerizing.

The swing isn’t a padded bench that swings, but rather a configuration of straps and cuffs that we can arrange to position our little girl any way we want. We dangle her like a puppet, strapping her wrists and ankles in place, adjusting the chains to spread her legs obscenely wide.

“Doing okay?” Lincoln asks her.

She nods and says, “Yes.”

She’s so open, so trusting. A little uncertain, and probably feeling vulnerable in this position, but that’s to our benefit. Still, I don’t want her completely anxious, so I kneel on the floor in front of her, my face level with her cunt, and I give it a good, long lick.

“Daddy.” She shivers.

“Yes, baby girl.”

“More?”

Humoring her, I lick and suck at her sweetness. She moves around, trying to chase me every time I pull back, but the swing holds her in place, chains creaking and swaying slightly, but not enough to offer her any control.

Lincoln doesn’t know what I have in mind, but he’s fully on board when I say, “Can you get some lube?”

He finds some in the little chest next to the door and tosses it to me. I open the bottle and squirt some onto my fingers, then apply it to Evie’s pussy folds. Nice soft touches, getting her even slicker than she was.

“Please,” she moans.

I stand up and continue to rub her cunt, firmly, with good pressure, spreading the lube and warming her up. I pinch my fingers together over her clit. Not too hard, but enough that she’ll feel a brief stinging pressure.

“Daddy, daddy, please,” she says, her eyes wild. Her bra, glowing white, heaves with her rapid breathing.

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