Page 13 of The More the Merrier

"I made you coffee, too, Daddy. Super strong, just the way you like it."

"Thank you. Was that before or after you snuck cookies?"

I gulped hard and looked down at the floor. "I didn't sneak cookies," I whispered. It wasn't technically a lie. I'd snuck one cookie, singular, not cookies plural.

"The lid is off the bowl of cookies and you have frosting on your nose." This time it was Liam who spoke, rendering me speechless. I'd assumed he'd be taking a more passive role in Daddying for a while after yesterday, but that didn't seem to be the case.

He took a step closer and took my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was stern and his mouth was set in a straight line. I gulped.

"You lied to your Daddies," he admonished, clicking his tongue at me.

"I didn't lie to you, I wasn't talking to you," I argued, knowing it was the wrong thing to say as soon as I said it. Open mouth insert foot. Dig in heels. "I didn't lie to Daddy Logan, either! He said I'd been sneaking cookies, plural, and I hadn't. It was only one!"

Liam looked at Logan and the two of them exchanged a look I'd seen many times before and hated. My goose was cooked. Before I had a second to apologize or try to beg and plead my way out of it, Logan had his arms around my waist, scooping me into a football hold the way you might carry a colicky baby. I was too tall, though, and my feet dragged on the ground. I dragged them against the carpet, creating friction to try to slow him down. Liam came up behind us and lifted my feet off the ground, tucking them under his arm, and the two of them carried me toward the bedroom.

"Stop!" I yelled. "Wait! I was making breakfast!"

"Breakfast can wait," Logan said.

"The eggs are already cracked! They'll go bad and we'll all get food poisoning."

"Doesn't matter. Little girls who sneak cookies before breakfast get oatmeal, not French toast with powdered sugar and syrup."

"Dadyyyyyy," I whined as the bedroom door closed behind us. "They were gonna be Christmas trees, covered in snow! Please!" They set me on the ground just in time for me to punctuate my pleading with a foot stomp for good measure. I hated oatmeal and considered it a fate far worse than the spanking I surely had coming.

"Strip," Liam commanded.

His quiet, no-nonsense tone sent shivers down my spine. He was the gentler and less strict of the two generally, but that made his dominance all the more powerful when he chose to bring it out.

"Yes, Daddy," I acquiesced with a soft huff of resignation, pulling my nightshirt over my head and flinging it on the floor. I stood in front of him in my red satin bra and panty set, waiting for his next command.

"Keep going."

Ugh. I much preferred when one of my Daddies lowered my panties for a spanking over being forced to do it myself, although both were awful and humiliating. But I wasn't about to make it worse for myself by not doing as I was told, so off they went, landing in a pile on top of my nightgown.

"Now what?"

I asked the snarky question I was thinking and then clapped my hand over my mouth. Logan closed his eyes and gave a slight shake of his head. Even he couldn't believe my stupidity, apparently.

"Now, fetch your hairbrush while I get my belt."

"What!" I shrieked, fearing for my bottom with the combination of the two worst implements we had.

"Do as you're told. Logan and I are going to get up on the bed, side by side, and you're going to lay across both our laps with your bottom half on him, half on me. You're getting ten with the hairbrush from each of us for sneaking cookies and then you're getting the belt for lying."

"How many?" I asked with a whimper.

I saw Liam's gaze dart over to meet Logan's and watched as they communicated with their eyes.

"As many as it takes for you to learn your lesson," Liam finally answered.

"Yes, Daddy," I said sadly as I watched them make their way to the bed, each synchronized step sealing my fate.

When they were ready, they beckoned for me to join them. As I walked across the room, my gait heavy as if my feet were filled with lead, it occurred to me that Liam had taken complete control of the situation. Yesterday that had been exactly what I wanted.

Be careful what you wish for.

Liam

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