Page 56 of Daddy's Oath
What tripped them up, though, and led to their undoing was the kind couple who had helped Lana days before, when she’d been hurrying along Hollywood Boulevard, scared, desperate, and barefoot.
Sitting at their stand, they’d noticed her and rushed to be by her, just as she and Iris were hurrying out of the way before the Guard’s van passed.
“Are you okay?” the man asked.
“We were so worried about you!” the woman said.
Lana couldn’t just run away from them. Not after how kind they’d been to her. And not with how concerned they clearly were. They needed reassurance that she was okay.
She’d hoped she could convince them and get away without the guard noticing her.
No such luck.
They’d noticed, all right.
Now, back at the headquarters, she and Iris found themselves in for a world of hurt.
Both women were completely naked, each one bent over the giant ottoman in the den, on opposite sides and facing one another.
And Ace didn’t have a shred of sympathy for either of them. Neither did Jack, it seemed.
“You did the crime together,” Jack announced. “Now, you can do the time together, so to speak.”
He tapped his flattened palm with the paddle he held.
Ace nodded with approval. He, too, held a paddle that he was eager to use.
When he spoke, his words were lined with steel. “Do you understand why you’re being spanked?”
“Because I left the nursery without telling you, Sir,” Lana replied.
The words had come quickly, Ace noted, as if she’d been rehearsing the response. She hadn’t gotten the answer entirely right, though.
He elaborated. “It’s more than that, little girl. You did leave the nursery, giving Auntie Athena a lot of grief. She was worried sick about you! Trevon was out searching for you. I’m not sure what you were thinking. They called us, though by that time we’d already picked you up in the van. But still… you were going to be found out.
“Secondly, you went to your apartment! Where there might be murderous thugs waiting and watching. For you. To hurt you. Or worse.”
Lana cleared her throat. “Technically, I didn’t go to my apartment. I was close to it, but not at?—”
Whack!
The crack of the paddle against her exposed bottom quickly curtailed her smart mouth.
After Lana whimpered, Ace continued. “You’re not going to talk your way out of this, little girl, so I suggest you watch your mouth, or I’ll stick a bar of soap in it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a groan.
“Now, as I was saying,” Ace continued, “you went to your apartment. That put you in danger. That’s the worst part. But it also could have put us in danger. We needed to focus on the mission. Not protecting you.” He shook his head and sighed. “What you did was all-around uncalled for. And now you’ll pay the piper.”
“Both of you will,” Jack added. “Get ready. This is going to sting.”
Ace went first, then Jack, each one giving their respective cutie hard swats, alternating quickly so that every second was filled with the sound of a paddle colliding against bare flesh.
And the girls’ frantic sobs as they took their thrashings.
Halfway through the spanking, they reached across the ottoman and took hold of each other’s hand. They locked eyes for a moment, their faces contorted in dreadful pain, tears streaming from their eyes and saliva dangling from their lips, as if trying to console each other.
Ace doubted it would have much effect.
