Page 56 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Ow, ow, ow! Daddy, I’msorry!”

As quickly as it started, the spanking ended and she was upright again, sniffling back tears and resisting the urge to rub her bottom as Daddy gripped her chin between his fingers and forced her head back. “You are on very thin ice right now, little girl. Drop the attitude, or you will be spending time standing in the corner with a bar of soap between your teeth when we get home. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the pacifier she occasionally used when she was feeling extra Little, or when he wanted to remind her who was in charge. “Open.”

She parted her lips so he could slide the rubber tip in her mouth, instinctively sucking on it when it hit her tongue. The gesture soothed even as it humiliated, which she knew was part of why he made her suck on it when she was standing in the corner. Well, that and to keep her and Carly from talking during their punishment which they had a tendency to do.

Taking her by the arm, Ian led her to the living room and placed her in the empty corner. But instead of placing her hands on her head like usual, he pulled her skirt up and folded her arms just above her panties. “You’re going to stand just like that with your freshly spanked bottom on display,” he explained, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers of embarrassment and arousal up and down her spine. “Do not drop that skirt until I tell you to. Nod if you understand me, Taylor Grace.”

Deciding she was in enough trouble as it was, she did as she was told and nodded.

“Good girl. You’re going to stand here and think about whether it’s worth putting yourself in danger just for a snack. And then we are going to have a very long talk about it over Daddy’s knee.”

Turning away from where he’d planted Taylor in the corner, Ian found Matt watching him with raised brows. Matt jerked his head toward the kitchen, and after a moment of hesitation Ian followed his friend out of the room. He hated leaving Taylor alone when she was being punished like this, but he and Matt needed some privacy to discuss how they wanted to handle their naughty girls.

“I haven’t seen this side of you in a while,” Matt said as they stepped into the kitchen, a grin spreading across his face. “I approve.”

“Yeah, well, seeing Taylor’s life flash in front of my eyes has me feeling some kind of way.” He could still see her, stepping up onto that top ‘step’ and losing her balance as the ladder gave out beneath her. Fear and anger clogged his throat, making it difficult to breath in a full breath.

“Fair enough. At least Carly had the sense to try and talk her out of it. I’ll let you handle Taylor’s recklessness, but I think we should take care of the sneaking junk food situation together.”

“Agreed.” That would give him time to figure out exactly how he wanted to impress on Taylor the importance of not putting herself in harm’s way, especially for something as frivolous as a forbidden snack. “Is Carly healed enough for a spanking?”

“She has been, and we just got the all clear for actual implements, which Carly is thrilled by even if she has been whining about it for two days straight.” Matt’s grin widened. “You know my babygirl loves a harsh punishment.”

“I do. Surprised she hasn’t managed to get herself into more trouble since Emma finally made her debut.”

“She’s too tired most of the time,” Matt said with a chuckle. “And this is the first chance we’ve had for her to have any real Little time since Emma was born. I figured she’d get herself into some kind of mischief today.”

“Well, then, we wouldn’t want to let the new mama down, would we?”

Chapter Four

It was torture, waiting for the men to return and hand down their punishments. Especially since she wasn’t sure if Ian was going to spank her for putting herself in danger immediately or if he was going to wait until they got home.

Hopefully he would just get it over with. She might actually die if she had to wait any longer for what was guaranteed to be an extra painful punishment. Sucking on the pacifier helped to ease her anxiety somewhat, but her mind was still working overtime to create every possible scenario for how her Daddy might decide to punish her. And none of those scenarios boded well for her poor bottom.

“Taylor, Carly, you may turn around now.”

At the sound of Matt’s hard voice, Taylor froze, her heart beating so hard it seemed like it might jump right out of her chest. She risked a glance over in Carly’s direction and found her friend in a similar wide-eyed state. Carly offered up a weak smile, but it was enough to give Taylor the courage to turn with her to face their stern Daddies.

On his own, Ian was intimidating enough when he was in full ‘Daddy mode’. But when he was with Matt, everything about them seemed amplified. Carly had once said the same, that it was as though their Daddyness multiplied when they were together. It was terrifying and hot as hell at the same time.

“Come here.”

Matt’s command left no room for argument or disobedience, and like a magnet it drew Taylor and Carly both forward to stand in front of him and Ian.

Arms folded over his chest, Matt glowered down at his babygirl, who was currently staring at the ground as if it held all the answers to life, the universe, and how the hell she’d found herself in this position yet again. “What is the rule about snacks during playdates, Carly Marie?”

“Ummm.” Still staring at the floor, Carly scuffed a toe against the hardwood. “I dunno.”

Uh-oh. Wrong answer. Either Carly was too deep in her Little space to think it through, or she really was in need of a hard spanking. Taylor sucked harder on her pacifier as her own heart beat faster at her friend’s answer.

“You don’t know?” A dangerous edge crept into Matt’s voice. “Look at me, little girl.”

Carly’s head snapped up, a pink flush rising to her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy?”

---