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“You ready to get a room, sweetheart?”

Jessica swallowed hard and nodded.Ready as I’ll ever be.

As they made their way back to the room they’d shared previously, Jessica couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to face a conversation she wasn’t prepared for. But maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she feared. After all, they had shown her nothing but patience and care so far.

She just hoped that would extend to the conversation about the prank.

CHAPTER 10

Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap as her three Daddies moved around her. The gentle glow of the bedside lamp filled the room with warmth, but she couldn’t quite shake the chill creeping through her. Her heart thudded in her chest, the aftermath of the karaoke still weighing heavily on her mind.

Rowan sat beside her, concern etched into his face. His playful demeanor was gone, replaced with something softer, more serious. He watched her for a long moment, as if trying to decide how to start the conversation before finally asking the question that had been hanging in the air since they’d left the evening’s event.

“Princess, why were you so nervous tonight?” he asked gently. “I could tell something was bothering you. You looked like you were close to having another panic attack.” His voice was tender, but there was a weight behind it, an edge of worry that made Jessica’s stomach flip.

She lowered her eyes, fingers still fidgeting as she tried to find the words. “I... I was scared,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never... I’ve never been in a relationship like this before, not with one Daddy, let alone three Daddies.And we haven’t talked about punishment. I didn’t know if the prank would upset you.”

Forrest, sitting on her other side, placed a steadying hand on her knee. “Babygirl, you’re safe with us. We wouldn’t hurt you.”

Jessica nodded, but the weight of her past was hard to shake. “It’s not that I don’t trust you…. It’s just that in my experience, punishment has never been good.” She swallowed hard, her voice cracking as memories from her childhood and her past relationships flickered through her mind. “Whenever I made a mistake, it was always harsh. I’m just... I’m scared that something could trigger me, and I’d ruin everything.”

Rowan let out a deep breath, his arm wrapping protectively around her shoulder. “I’m sorry, princess. I hate that you’ve had to go through that. But I want to make something very clear. As your Daddies, our job is to take care of you, to help you feel safe and loved. Punishment, for us, is never going to be about causing you pain. Ever.”

Jessica glanced up at him, her eyes wide. “But... what if I do somethingreallywrong? What if I mess upbig?”

Rowan shook his head. “Mistakes happen, and we’ll deal with them, but we’ll never hurt you, Jessie. That’s not how it works.”

Forrest nodded in agreement, his voice calm and soothing. “When we punish, it’ll be to correct behavior, not to hurt you. That’s the last thing we’d ever want. Punishment for us is about guiding you, not scaring or harming you.”

Sebastian, who had been quietly watching from across the room, finally stepped forward. His presence was always steady and reassuring, and when he spoke, it was with the same calm authority Jessica had come to appreciate. “We know you have triggers, Jessie. And we’re not here to push you into a corner where you feel like you’re back in those places. You are safe with us. Always, sweetheart.”

Rowan leaned in closer, his voice dropping as he shared something more personal. “When I was a kid, I made a lot of mistakes. And let’s just say... the punishments I got weren’t exactly gentle either. I learned to fear mistakes. To fear messing up, because every time I did, I got smacked around, or my dad would ration my food. I promised myself, if I was ever in a position like this, I’d never use the same form of punishment.”

He took her hand in his, squeezing it. “Not that there’s anything wrong with pain as punishment, when used correctly, princess. I just don’t think it’s something that will work for us.”

Jessica’s heart clenched, seeing the vulnerability in Rowan’s eyes. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands. “When you get spanked, princess, it’s going to be because you want it. Because it feels good to you. Punishment will be something else entirely. Maybe you’ll have to write lines or spend some time in the corner.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Perhaps we’ll take away some treats. But pain? That won’t be part of it for us. Not ever.”

Jessica felt the tension in her chest ease, her body relaxing as Rowan’s words sank in. She hadn’t realized just how much anxiety she’d been carrying concerning this, and now that the air had cleared, she felt lighter. She took a deep breath and met Rowan’s eyes. “So... if I want a spanking...?”

Rowan’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “If you want a spanking, for pleasure, we’ll gladly oblige.” His voice was low and teasing, and the shift in the air between them was undeniable.

Heat pooled in Jessica’s belly at the thought, her body reacting to the idea of it. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip. A soft whimper escaped her throat.

Forrest leaned in, his voice a gentle purr. “Do you want one now, babygirl?”

Jessica’s breath caught in her throat, the desire in her chest suddenly overpowering. She nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.”

The room shifted as her Daddies exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Rowan stood first, helping her to her feet. His hands were gentle but firm as he maneuvered her, positioning her over his lap as he sat back down on the bed.

“Let’s see how much you enjoy this, little one,” Rowan murmured, his voice dark with promise.

Jessica’s heart raced as her anticipation grew. She felt his hand glide over her backside, rubbing softly over her clothes, warming her skin. “Are you ready, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The first smack was light, barely more than a pat, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Rowan’s hand lingered after each strike, rubbing the sting away before delivering another. Slowly, methodically, he built up the rhythm, each spank a little firmer than the last.

Jessica gasped, her body arching against his lap as the sensations overwhelmed her. It wasn’t pain—it was a delicious mix of warmth and pressure, sending waves of pleasure curling through her body.

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