Page 57 of Daddy's Naughty List

“What is the rule about snacks during playdates? And if you say you don’t know again, maybe holding a plug in your bottom while you write out the rule a hundred times will help you remember in the future.”

A squeak escaped as Carly threw her hands behind her back, as if covering her bottom would protect it from whatever devious punishments her Daddy might concoct. “I remember, I remember!”

“Then what is the rule?”

“We have to ask if we want anything other than fruit or veggies,” Carly said with a sigh, her shoulders slumping forward.

“So you knew the rule, you just chose not to follow it.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m really sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as you’re about to be, Little girl. You’re both getting spanked for trying to sneak junk food without permission.” Looking over, Matt pinned Taylor with a hard look. “Taylor, your Daddy will be dealing with your recklessness with the ladder when you get home. Come here, Carly Marie.”

Taking a seat on the couch, Matt held out a hand for Carly as Ian moved into position behind Taylor, his arms wrapped around her waist as they watched Carly drape herself over her Daddy’s lap with a sigh.

“Are you watching, little girl?” Ian’s voice was a low rumble in her ear.

It was part of the ritual the four of them had created along the way. While they often had playdates with the other couples in their friend group and they were no strangers to getting spanked in front of each other, there was just something… different when it was just the four of them. Perhaps it was because Matt and Ian had been best friends their entire lives, or because Matt had been the first person other than Ian to learn about Taylor’s Little side. Whatever the reason, it always felt so much moreintimatewhen she and Carly were being punished together.

Since she still had the pacifier in her mouth, Taylor nodded as Matt tugged Carly’s leggings and panties to her knees. The first few times they’d been punished together, they’d been allowed to keep their bottoms covered. But after a particularly naughty prank they’d pulled on their Daddies together, they’d lost that privilege and from that point forward all their joint spankings had been delivered on their bare bottoms.

“Good girl. Because you’re up next. And then you’re going to spend the rest of our visit thinking about why your bottom is so sore, and how much worse it’s going to be when we get home.”

Heat flashed through her body at his words. While she didn’t love being punished the way Carly did, Taylor couldn’t deny that Ian being extra strict always made her ache for him the way nothing else could.

Although, watching Carly’s pale skin turn pink under her Daddy’s heavy hand was a close second. The sound of skin striking skin echoed around the room as Matt layered swat after swat across poor Carly’s bare bottom.

“Owie, owie, owie! Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t ever be naughty again!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, babygirl,” Matt lectured, aiming for the sensitive spot where Carly’s bottom and thighs met. “We both know you’ll be back to your naughty ways as soon as your bottom stops hurting.”

There was such affection in his tone Taylor couldn’t help but smile. Matty was, without a doubt, head over heels in love with his mischievous little wife. Not that it was stopping him from turning her bottom darker and darker shades of pink.

By the time Matt delivered the final two swats to his wife’s bottom, Carly was sniffling loudly between promises to behave and be a good girl. Gathering her up in his arms, Matt rocked her gently, his voice too low for Taylor to hear.

Unfortunately, Matt and Carly’s sweet moment didn’t last nearly long enough for Taylor’s liking. All too soon, Matt had Carly on her feet, pulling her leggings back up over her punished bottom while Carly winced.

And then it was Taylor’s turn.

While Matt pulled a still-sniffling Carly into his arms, Ian took his place on the couch and gently guided Taylor down over his lap. Embarrassed heat rose to her face as he flipped her skirt up and tugged her panties to her knees. No matter how many times she’d found herself in this exact position, it never seemed to get any easier. Or less embarrassing.

Resting his hand on her bottom, Ian gave the flesh a gentle squeeze as he began his lecture. “When we are at someone else’s house, I expect you to follow their rules, little girl. Am I understood?”

She nodded again, but Ian gave her bottom a firm pat. “Use your words, baby. You can have the paci back after your spanking.”

For a moment she considered ignoring him. She loved the pacifier and she was feeling just defiant enough to refuse on principle. But then she remembered she still had another punishment coming later, so pushing him now was probably not in her best interest. So she popped it out of her mouth and answered him with her words. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. And just remember, this spanking is only for trying to sneak junk food behind our backs. We will be discussing ladder safety and putting yourself in danger at home.”

Ugh. Thatreallydidn’t sound good. But she knew better than to argue when she was already facedown over Daddy’s knee. “Yes, Daddy.”

As it always did, the first swat took her by surprise, making her jump and yelp at the sudden sting. The second landed quickly after, and then a third, hard and fast so that she barely had time to register one swat before the next one struck.

She wasn’t even sure how long she made it before she started to beg. “Ow, Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I’m sorry!”

“I’m glad to hear that. Daddy’s going to make sure you keep that promise.”

The next swat landed right across her sit spots, drawing a long wail from her as she kicked her feet against the couch cushions. “Daddy, no, please it hurts!”

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