Page 22 of The More the Merrier

I knew he was right, but that wasn't how I'd been raised, and the mere thought of relaxing and enjoying the holiday jobless was threatening to send me into a spiral. I was part of the " don't quit one job until you've found your next job, mental health doesn't matter, a job's a job," generation.

While I'd grown up now and changed my viewpoints, those ideals were still ingrained into my core, whether I truly believed them or not. I squirmed over Logan's lap.

"I won't send out resumes or anything, but I should at least look and see what's out there."

A searing pain reverberated across my bottom when Daddy smacked my ass hard. "I swear to goodness, boy, if you so much as think about opening your computer and looking at job listings before the new year, I'll stick a ginger plug in your ass and take my belt to you."

That seemed excessive. Christmas was reasonable, but there was no reason to wait a full week afterward. Surely both Logan and Noelle would be back to work by then. I said as much and was rewarded by a long series of smacks to each cheek until my ass was stinging from the impact.

"Do we understand each other now?"

I didn't understand why, but I understood that he didn't want me to, and that there would be hell to pay if I disobeyed, so I muttered a mumbled 'yes sir' just as my phone began to ring in the scrunched-up pocket of my pajama pants. I twisted around to reach for it, but Logan beat me to it, disconnecting the call.

"Who was it?" I asked anxiously, worried that it might be my boss.

"It's not important," he said, placing the phone on an end table just out of my reach.

"Logan…" I said warningly, as if there was anything I could do if he refused to tell me who had called. Not knowing wasn't going to help me relax, however, and I think Logan figured that out quickly.

"It was your dad," he responded with a knowing sigh.

"Mr. Wylie must have called him when he got my email," I lamented. The job was one my father had gotten me right out of college, one I'd known was mine since I was a freshman in high school. Quitting like I had was going to have many repercussions.

"That's probably a safe bet," Logan agreed nonchalantly as if it was of no consequence.

"I should probably call my dad so he doesn't worry. Just tell him I found a better job or something."

As I should have expected my response was met with marked displeasure by way of his hand across my ass. "It can wait," he said sharply as he began a new set of swats across my sit-spots.

At first the sexy spanking really had been helping me relax and get my thoughts out, but now I was just a bundle of nerves again and my current position seemed pointless and silly.

But Logan didn't care. The pace of the spanking had slowed again, and the strength behind the swats decreased, but he kept it up.

"Oh! What's going on? Was Daddy Liam naughty again?" The spanking was interrupted by Noelle's sleepy voice and I looked over my shoulder to see her rubbing her eyes, dressed in one of Logan's t-shirts with nothing else underneath it.

"Hi, princess. No, I wasn't naughty. I just had a rough morning and Daddy Logan was helping me sort through my feelings."

She nodded sagely, no stranger to Logan's brand of stress relief. "Can I help? I want to help Daddy Liam feel better!"

I rolled onto my side to cock an eyebrow at her, and Logan chuckled. "You don't get to spank Daddy, princess."

Noelle giggled. "I know that, silly. I was just thinking I could help in other ways." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and knelt beside the couch, wrapping a hand around my cock.

"I'm not sure that's gonna work, little one…" Logan mused. "Let's see, maybe if I do this."

He rolled me so that I was on my stomach and spread his legs beneath me so that my cock dangled between them. Noelle had let go for a second, but she reached through the gap and gripped my cock again, moving her hand slowly up and down my shaft, jerking me off.

Logan slapped my ass with his hand slightly cupped, just hard enough to leave a delicious sting. I moaned, phone call forgotten, and leaned into the pleasure of being taken care of by my two favorite people on the planet.

My orgasm built slowly as they teased and tormented me, but it was coming. When Noelle reached down with her other hand and gently squeezed my ball sac at the same time Logan pushed his finger inside my anus, pushing past my barrier, I exploded into a thousand pieces, coming all over the couch. Luckily, Noelle had the foresight to whip off the shirt she was wearing and place it underneath me, catching my cum as it leaked from my cock.

"Arrgghh," I moaned, rolling over on Logan's lap. "Thank you. I love you both."

"We love you, too. But do you feel better?"

I lay still, taking stock of my body and my emotions. My stinging ass and now-flaccid cock, the tingling in my anus where Logan had touched me, my heart that was racing still, but for totally different reasons then before, and the numbing peace that had spread over my weary body. "Yes, I think I do." My stomach growled. "I'm hungry, though."

Logan grinned and patted my abdomen, then his own. "I imagine we all are. It's nearly time for lunch, and we haven't eaten breakfast."

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