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Smack. “Three.” Another jiggle had me adjusting my cock. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through this entire punishment without coming in my pants.
“Is it acceptable to try and manipulate Daddy and Uncle Tyler to get what you want?” Smack.
“No, Daddy. Four!”
“What should you have done if your precious little pussy needed some attention?” Smack.
“F-five, tell you or Uncle Tyler.” More kicking feet and wiggles of pain followed her answer.
“That’s right. You should tell us. We could have helped you. You could have been headfirst into an orgasm right now, but instead you were a naughty girl.”
Smack.
“Ouchie!” She drummed her feet in agony.
“Count it, Tinsley, or we're going to repeat it,” I warned her from behind Elliot.
“S-six!”
Elliot handed the belt to me and we switched places.
“I would have rather gotten to eat you out, Teenie. This was a lot less fun for everyone,” I lectured.
Smack.
“S-seven,” she sobbed. She tapped her feet on the carpet.
Smack.
“Eight.”
Smack.
“Nine!”
“Three more, baby.”
Smack.
“Ten!” She laid limply over the bed, sobbing into the covers now.
Smack.
“Eleven.”
“Last one, little one,” Elliot said.
Smack.
“T-twelve!”
I dropped the belt and climbed into the opposite side of the bed as Elliot did. She was a sobbing mess, so we each grabbed a side and hauled her up between us. He stroked her hair, and I rubbed her back.
“I know that was a hard punishment, little girl. You did so well, though,” Elliot praised.
“I’m so proud of you, Teenie.”
Elliot slid from the bed, and she cried out, reaching for him.
