Page 81 of Daddy's Naughty List

Leaning in, Daddy dropped his voice for only her to hear. “Do you think I can’t tell your pretty panties were soaked, little girl? When we get home, we’re going to have to talk about how much you enjoy getting your pretty bottom spanked in front of all your friends. For now…”

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her toward the couch, sending her off with a sharp swat to her bottom that had the fire in her bottom and between her thighs flaring even hotter.

And she still had a paddling to endure before she got any relief.Crap.

Watching Taylor take her place at the end of the line of naughty Little bottoms, her bare ass and her soaked pussy lips peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt, Ian had to reach down and adjust his cock.

How had he ever thought he could live without this? Thattheycould live without this?

There was still a bit of guilt there, beneath the roaring need to punish and claim his sweet Little girl. But he’d work through that. Not just for himself, but for her. For his babygirl, so that she knew without a doubt her Daddy would always protect her.

Because he could see now that he’d failed her. And that was worse than the guilt he carried over wanting to hurt her. Knowing he could have lost her, because he’d been so blind to her needs…

Never again. He was determined to make sure itneverhappened again.

Starting with teaching his babygirl and her friends a very painful lesson.

“All right, girls,” he said, stepping to the middle of the room. In front of him, five naughty bottoms clenched, and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight. Noelle and Ginny were both wearing leggings, but poor Carly and Jesse were wearing dresses almost as short as Taylor’s. And if he knew their Daddies, those dresses would be flipped up soon, giving them no protection against Edie’s heavy paddle.

“Five swats each from your Daddies, followed by five from Edie. And then another one for Taylor from each of the other Daddies. You all have your safewords if anyone needs them. Do you all understand what is about to happen?”

“Yes, Sir.” Their voices ranged from sulky to resigned, but at least nobody was arguing. Especially Noelle. It was difficult enough to accept she was Dom’s Little girl, and to see her get punished with the others. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his mouth shut if she pushed the envelope and earned herself an even harsher punishment in his presence.

“Good. Rex, looks like you’re up first.”

Taking the large wooden paddle from Edie, Rex moved to the beginning of the line where Ginny was bent over, awaiting her punishment.

“I did warn you, princess,” he said with a sigh as he tapped the wood against her bottom. “But you’re too damn stubborn for your own good.”

Crack!

The sound of wood meeting a naughty bottom echoed around the room, followed almost immediately by Ginny’s shocked gasp. Rex swung again, and Ginny bounced on her toes.

“Fuck,that thing hurts! Not so hard, Rex!”

Uh-oh. Poor Ginny couldn’t see the look on her Daddy’s face, but it was clear he wasn’t happy with her response. “You know how to address me when you’re in trouble, little girl. That just earned you a night with no orgasms.”

“What?”

Her shrieked response was cut off by the paddle cracking against her bottom again, and judging by the sound, Rex wasn’t holding back now.

“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Amazing how the right incentive changes a naughty girl’s tune,” Rex said with a chuckle as he swung the paddle a fourth time. And then a fifth, by which point Ginny was quietly crying. Rubbing a hand over her back, Rex leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she replied, sniffling pitifully.

“That’s my good little princess.” Straightening, he turned to Dom and held out the paddle. “You’re up, Daddy Dom.”

Chapter Fifteen

Listening to each of her friends get paddled, knowing her turn was fast approaching wastorture. It was a torture she’d endured more than once, but it never seemed to get easier.

Especially when it was Carly’s turn. Not only did Taylor have the added stress of knowing she was next, but she could literally feel the air move as Matt swung the paddle. Carly’s cries were in her ears, along with the sound of wood connecting with bare flesh.

“The next time you or one of your friends wants to do something dangerous, I expect you to come right to me. Do you understand me, Carly Marie?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Her response ended on a shriek as the paddle made contact with her bottom a fourth time.

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