Page 15 of The More the Merrier

"Bend over the side of the bed," he instructed Noelle.

I winced. A belt spanking was bad enough, but over the bed gave a much wider range than over the knee, and allowed for more severe lashes.

Noelle’s face was scrunched into a grimace as she obeyed, scootching her body down until her bottom was right on the edge and her legs hung over the side. She was short enough and the bed was tall enough that her feet didn't quite touch the ground.

Logan pulled himself to his feet and stood behind her, motioning for me to go to the other side and hold her hands.

My stomach knotted with sympathy. She was in for a doozy. If Logan wanted me to hold her hands, he wasn't planning on holding back.

I reached for her, and she grabbed and squeezed, bracing herself with a knowing whimper. I glanced up to see Logan rearing his arm back with the belt doubled over in his grasp.

The leather made a loud smacking noise as it hit its target, and Noelle let loose a loud wail.

I squeezed her tighter. "It's okay, babygirl."

"Easy for you to say," she muttered, lifting her head to glare at me.

"Yes it is, just like it was easy for you to open your mouth and lie to us this morning. You ought to be thankful I'm not back there with a belt in my hand, too, giving you the old double team treatment," I retorted, giving as good as I'd got.

My response seemed to sober her, perhaps making her recall a time when we'd done exactly that. "Yes Daddy," she whispered. It was quickly followed by a scream as the belt lashed across her lower cheeks just above her sit spots. There was no time for words before it hit again, then again.

"Owie!" she finally cried when Logan paused to take a breath. "Daddy, I'm sorry! I won’t do it again."

"You know how we feel about lying," Logan answered. "It's damaging to the strength of the relationship we've worked so hard to build. And it doesn't happen very often, I know that, but when it does Daddy has to do his best to make sure it doesn't happen again for a long, long time. Isn't that right?"

Noelle lifted her head. Tears fell freely down her face at rapid speed. "Yes, Daddy," she managed to choke out between sobs. She felt guilty from his lecture, and the lesson had already been well-learned. I knew that, and Logan probably knew it too, but that wouldn't stop him from continuing the punishment.

He reared his arm back again, and I closed my eyes, unable to watch. Smack, smack, smack, smack. The sound of leather against flesh filled the room. I'd have covered my ears if Noelle hadn't been squeezing the blood from my hands, cutting off my circulation.

Whap. Whap. Whap. He kept going. I could barely hear the belt now over the sound of her cries. She'd never been a quiet or stoic spankee. I think Logan liked it that way after years of dealing with me.

Finally, he stopped, and I heard the belt fall to the ground. The energy in the room shifted and Noelle dropped my hands as Logan turned her over and pulled her into his arms. I came up behind them and sandwiched her between us, kissing the top of her head and wiping her tears.

"I'm sorry, Daddies," Noelle cried against Logan's bare chest. "So, so sorry."

"I know you are sweetie. And you've been well punished and all is forgiven. There's just one tiny little matter to take care of still."

A smile formed on my lips as Noelle pulled back and looked up at him, with her voice full of curiosity. "What matter, Daddy?"

"The matter where you get down on your knees and thank Daddy Liam for punishing you, and show him just how sorry you are."

I actually heard her throat constrict as she gulped and nodded, quickly turning to me and sinking to her knees in front of me. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I lowered my pajama bottoms, freeing my cock, mere inches from her face.

Her eyes widened and she looked up at me, her face streaked with dry tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me."

She wrapped one hand around the length of my cock and took me in her mouth, as far as she could, deep throating my cock until I moaned with pleasure.

Logan hovered nearby. "Make your Daddy come hard, little girl. And when you're finished with him, bend over the bed and present your naughty little bottom hole for me to fuck."

Chapter 6

Logan

Being in a throuple was especially great if you had a voyeur streak, as I did. Watching Noelle gag trying to deep throat Liam's long cock had my own cock hard and ready.

When she gagged a second time, Liam reached down and grabbed her face with both hands and stilled her.

"Stop. Daddy's gonna fuck your face, okay?"

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