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“I’m very sorry, Daddy.” I was so very sorry.
“Why did you push your yogurt off the table and onto the floor?”
“I dunno, Daddy.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, Sir,” I lied, guilt pooling in my belly.
“Well,” he said, pulling my nightgown over my head, and stripping my diaper off. “You can go think about it while you stand in the corner.”
“Yes, Sir.” My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I felt nauseous. This wasn’t what I had wanted at all. Now Daddy and Uncle Tyler were mad at me.
I stood facing the nearest corner. Corner time wasn’t my favorite, but knowing how bad of a spanking was coming after made the waiting not so bad.
“Spread your legs and grab your ankles, Tinsley Harper,” Daddy commanded. “You know exactly how you should be standing.”
Oh no. This had been a terrible idea.
I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles, my face burning with shame.
“Oh, now I understand the problem,” Daddy chuckled from the bed. He stood and walked over to me, rubbing his large hand over my back.
“Your poor kitty is dripping, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Was this your plan? To try and manipulate Daddy and Uncle Tyler into spanking you and then hopefully they’d take care of your needy cunt?”
I had tried to manipulate Daddy and Uncle Tyler. Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I nodded before verbally agreeing. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Uncle Tyler.”
“Yeah, we're sorry too, love. We can’t reward behavior like that with an orgasm,” Daddy cooed with false sympathy before tracing my wet folds with his thumb.
A sob of disappointment worked its way out, only adding to my embarrassment.
“Poor Teenie,” Uncle Tyler added.
Daddy slid a thick finger into my dripping channel, bumping it against my front wall.
“Please, Daddy!” I cried.
“No, little one. I’m sorry. This time is going to have to be for Uncle Tyler and me.”
“Daddy, please!” Clearly, I wasn’t above begging.
“No, baby. You wanted to be with us so badly you made a very naughty choice. You never get an orgasm after a spanking. Now you’re going to have a hot bottom and a sore pussy while you take care of Daddy and Uncle Tyler. If you do a good job and are a sweet girl until bedtime tonight, we will let you come.”
Chapter Ten
Tyler
Fuck me. Tinsley’s dripping pussy was a beautiful sight. Watching Elliot discipline her was even better. He had already warmed her up and now he was finishing her punishment off with his belt. Her ass was red from top to bottom, and I adored the way it jiggled when she bounced with nerves.
“Count each one, naughty girl.”
Smack. “One, Daddy!” she cried. Her fingers clutched the sheets, and I wondered what it would be like to see her do that in pleasure.
Smack. “Owie! Two!” Kicking her feet out, she bounced, giving me another wonderful view of her shapely ass.
