Page 57 of Daddy's Oath
Little Lana’s bottom was very red, revealing the burning sensation the blazing inferno was bringing.
Poor thing, Ace thought. It was about to get a lot worse.
The spanking continued until both Littles were lurching forward, kicking their feet back, and begging for mercy.
Ace and Jack weren’t inclined to show any. Not after how dangerous a stunt the girls had pulled. The discipline dragged on. As long as it seemed to Ace, he couldn’t imagine how it felt to Lana. His little cutie would have a hard time sitting down for a while.
Good. Maybe she would think about her actions next time.
He wasn’t trying to be mean. He was trying to keep her alive.
Once the swats tapered off, it was Ace who spoke first as the girls started to get up. “And just where do you think you two are going? We aren’t finished yet.” He swatted Lana’s rear one more time to drive home the point. Across the ottoman, Jack did the same to Iris.
When they were back over the furniture with their burning bottoms up like good girls, he continued.
“We have a special treat for you two.” Removing a tube from the pocket of his jeans, he placed it on the center of the ottoman where both women could see it.
Iris groaned. She was familiar with it, Ace figured.
But Lana said, “Capsaicin cream? What’s that?”
Iris answered the question in a desperate voice. “It’s cream made of peppers and stings your bottom! It’s awful!” Looking over her shoulder, she pleaded, “Daddy! Please!”
Jack shook his head. “You brought this on yourself, little girl. Don’t whine about it or I’ll spank you some more before we put that cream on.” He gave a few seconds for his words to sink in before adding, “What do you say to that?”
Ace watched as Iris gulped and said, “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s what I thought,” Jack told her. “Here. You can go first.”
For a moment Ace thought Iris might protest again, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. Pinching her eyes closed, he could tell she was bracing herself for the inevitable sting.
“Ouchie!” she cried as her daddy put a thin layer of the cream over the parts of her bottom he’d just reddened. She began to kick her feet back as fresh tears started to flow.
“Are you watching?” Ace asked Lana. “This is what happens to naughty girls who risk their lives. And who make their Daddy and Aunties worry about them. Take a good look and soak it all in. You’re next.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lana whimpered.
Jack tossed the tube over to Ace, who squeezed some onto Lana’s already red backside.
She’d feel the effects soon enough.
“Daddy!” she cried, throwing her head back and grimacing as the cream worked its dark magic. “Daddy… it… hurts!”
“Well, I imagine so. But you’re going to sit right there in that chair and think about how you can keep this from happening again.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to one of the two hard, wooden chairs he and Jack had moved in.
A little extra sting would finish the discipline up nicely.
“Go on. Sit.”
Jack tapped his Little on her bottom. “You, too, honey. I think timeout is just what the doctor ordered.”
Both girls cried as they gingerly walked toward the chairs, wincing and gasping the entire time.
After they slowly lowered their bottoms onto the unforgiving wood, they began to sob again.
“You know, we should have plugged them,” Jack said to Ace. “Next time.”
Ace nodded. “I hope there isn’t a next time. But you’re right. A plug inside their tight little holes while they sit in those chairs would have done the trick nicely.”
