Page 68 of Melt For Us, Daddy
And he was rewarded, yet again, with Ivy’s sweet smile.
“Oh, Dee,” she said with a sigh. “Did you hear that? That sweet little yelp?”
“I did. You’re doing so well for us, baby boy. Don’t hold back now.”
Another swat landed on the same spot but on his other thigh and a soft cry of pain slipped from his lips. Again he was rewarded with praise that had his heart stuttering in his chest.
Little by little, swat by swat, he was able to let go a tiny bit more. Until the last time the brush connected with his bare skin and he collapsed over Cordelia’s lap with a deep, shuddering sigh.
Ivy’s hands were on him, stroking his hair as he lay there, gasping for breath as his mind struggled to come to terms with what had just happened.
He’d been spanked. Like a child. Put over Cordelia’s knee and spanked and paddled like a naughty little boy.
And he’d liked it.
“How are you feeling, sweet boy?” Ivy asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face.
“Good.” It was the most truthful answer he could think of, especially since he could barely think at all. “Sore, and kind of tingly.”
Ivy giggled. “I know the feeling well.”
A soft hand came to rest on his backside, rubbing at the heated flesh. “Do you believe us now, baby boy? When we tell you that Ivy’s spankings aren’t anything like what you’re used to?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” In fact, he could hardly believe he’d ever thought Cordelia would hurt Ivy the way his father had hurt his sisters. But Merlin had been right. Experiencing it for himself had banished all the fear and worry he had around knowing Ivy was in trouble, at least for now.
“Good. It’s important to me that you understand I would never hurt Ivy, not like that. When she’s in trouble, she will be punished. And even when she’s not in trouble, I enjoy giving my girl some pain with her pleasure. But I would never, ever, abuse her trust. And I would never push her past her limits.”
“I believe you, Ma’am.”
“Thank you for trusting me, Jacob. I know it isn’t easy, not with your past. How are you feeling? Not your butt, but just overall? Do you need to snuggle a bit longer?”
“Ah, I’m really enjoying Ivy playing with my hair right now.”
Another of those high-pitched giggles from Ivy. “You have such silky hair. Our pretty baby boy.”
“Boys aren’t pretty. Girls are pretty.”
“Mmm.” Ivy leaned in, her soft lips brushing over his, sending electric jolts straight to those forbidden parts. “We have so much to teach you, Jakey. Anyone can be pretty. And if we say you’re pretty, then you just say ‘Thank you, Ma’am’. Unless you want another spanking, of course.”
“I’ll be the one deciding who gets spanked here, Ivy Mae.” There was an edge to Cordelia’s voice that had Jacob’s buttocks squeezing together, as if anticipating her wrath. “But as it happens, I agree with you. Not accepting compliments, especially from us, is definitely a spankable offense.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair,” he muttered, surprised to find he had to resist the urge to pout like one of his younger sisters.
A low chuckle sent shivers racing up his spine. “Oh, baby boy. You’ll learn I have no interest in being fair.”
“Oh.” Even though he wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that statement, there was a wicked promise in her words that had his forbidden parts aching so badly he wondered how he could stand it. “Thank you, I guess?”
“Good boy.” Cordelia’s praise was accompanied by more rubbing, and he practically melted into a puddle over her lap.
They kept him there for what seemed like forever, with Cordelia stroking his bottom until the pain had eased to just a pleasant warmth, and Ivy running her fingers through his hair. By the time Cordelia gave his butt a soft pat and told him to stand up, he was feeling lighter, happier than he could ever remember.
“Pull up your pants and have a seat in the armchair.”
He obeyed, wincing a little as he tucked his member back into his joggers and again when he settled in the chair. Cordelia watched him, her expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement that had him fighting the urge to squirm in his seat.
“Now that you’ve experienced a spanking from me, you have a choice. You can either stay down here while I take naughty Ivy upstairs for her spanking. Or I can spank her in front of you. It seems only fair to offer since Ivy got to watch your spanking.”
Looking from one gorgeous woman to the other, he weighed his options. Not that there was really much to weigh. He already knew that if she took Ivy upstairs he’d die of curiosity. Even though he’d experienced the same spanking Ivy would be receiving, he would still wonder and worry.
