Page 31 of Savage Daddies
I glare at him, giving him my meanest look. All the cuss words I learned from the Workers push to the forefront of my mind. Do I dare? Tears burn in my eyes and I become frustrated, the urge to scream rising from deep within. I’m tired and sore and aroused. My increasingly tenuous hold on my self-control finally breaks. “No fucking way, Daddy Nash,” I blurt out, stomping my foot as I say it.
His eyes widen. Clearly, he’s surprised by my use of foul language.I’msurprised by it too and I instantly regret my words. It’s been several days since I’ve used any bad words, thanks to Daddies Axel and Nash’s firm discipline tactics.
His jaw clenches and his expression darkens, dangerously so.
I’ve screwed up big time, but I don’t see any way out of this mess. Not without enduring a good amount of pain and embarrassment, anyway.
But how could I so easily surrender to such a shameful command?
Daddy Axel places a thick folded towel over the end of the tub. Horror fills me when I realize its purpose. Daddy Nash grips my upper arms and guides me to bend over the folded towel. I have no choice but to rest on my knees while leaning over the tub, my hands braced on the floor.Oh, no. No, no, no. He forces my legs further apart and I’m powerless to stop him. I’m in deep, deep trouble and he’s going to make me pay for my naughtiness.
“When one of us gives you an order, young lady, we expect you to listen,” he says, cupping my bottom. “Refusing to obey and using bad words is a big, big no-no, Josie.”
“I-I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “Please, Daddy Nash, no spanking.” I try to get up, but he presses a firm hand on my lower back, holding me in place for what’s to come.
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be.”
He lands a sharp swat to my lower bottom. The impact causes my bladder to press uncomfortably against the tub and I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to maintain control. Another slap falls, and another. This isn’t how I envisioned the rest of my evening going after the mating ceremony. I imagined taking a relaxing bath and then falling asleep in a comfy bed, my daddies close by as I drifted off to my dreams.
Daddy Nash spanks me harder, alternating from cheek to cheek, and it’s not long before I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I sniffle, trying to keep myself from crying, but it’s no use. I’m exhausted and filled with regret over cursing at him. Even though I still don’t want to obey his order to wet myself while they’re all watching, I know eventually I’ll surrender to his command, whether of my own free will or when I simply cannot hold it any longer.
He pauses and forces my thighs open further. With a feather-light touch, he traces my nether lips before cupping each of my ass cheeks in one hand, forcing my bottom and privates wide apart. I tense and whimper as the urge to relieve myself soars. I’ve never had to pee so badly in my life, and Daddy Nash isn’t going to let me go anywhere until I shame myself before him and his brothers.
“I know you have to go, little girl. Do you want another spanking, this time with the bath brush?” he asked with a nod at a bath brush that was hanging on the wall within arm’s reach. “Or do you want to show us how good you can be by doing as you’re told?”
“Please,” I beg. “I’m so embarrassed, I don’t think I could possibly—oh, no!” I gasp, horror-stricken as my bladder begins to empty. I can’t help it. My face flushes hotter than ever before. Tears escape my eyes.
“Are you wetting yourself, Josie?” He keeps my bottom spread, no doubt giving his brothers a perfect view of my shameful deed.
“Yes, Daddy Nash,” I say, barely a whisper. I wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole, I’m so mortified by what is happening.
“Good girl.” He squeezes my cheeks. “Such a good little girl you are, Josie, wetting yourself while your daddies watch.”
A sob breaks from my throat as I continue going. I feel their eyes on my most intimate places and my shame deepens, knowing they have an unhindered view of me losing control, as Daddy Nash keeps my bottom pulled wide apart. I lower my head, wishing my hair wasn’t fashioned in pigtails. I’m unable to hide my shame in any way. More tears fall.
Once I stop, I’m somewhat relieved that it’s over, but I’m still mortified. I’ve made a mess and now I’ll have to depend on my daddies to clean me up. Daddy Nash releases my bottom and strokes my lower back.
“Did you have a little accident, Josie?” he asks, his whispered words a warm and affectionate caress in my ear.
I sniffle. “Yes, Daddy Nash. I-I had an accident.” Admitting what I’ve done aloud only makes me cry harder. My ass hurts, my pussy is sore, I’m exhausted, and now this. I don’t know how I’ll survive this embarrassment. Surely I’ll never be able to look any of my daddies in the eye again.
“Shh,” Daddy Axel says in a comforting tone, stepping closer to smooth his hand over my head. “Sometimes little girls have accidents. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ll get you cleaned up and then you can go to bed. How does that sound?”
My only response is more tears. It takes me a while to realize I’m not only crying from the overwhelming shame, but I’m crying because of the brothers’ gentle treatment of me in the aftermath of my accident. It’s as if they planned this all out just to teach me a lesson of sorts—that they’ll always take care of me, no matter what.
Daddy Erik approaches with a clean cloth and dabs my face, drying my tears. Our eyes lock and for several long moments, I cannot look away. His bottomless gaze holds me captive, a reflection of the affection he holds for me. No one has ever cared for me as fervently as these four savages, two of whom I barely know yet. I’ve gone from utter loneliness and questioning my very purpose in life to being thrust into a world where females are highly sought after and taken care of. I blink hard, trying to still the fresh batch of tears I can already feel coming. Daddy Gage steps closer and rubs my back, and he and Daddy Nash soon help me to my feet.
“We’ll always take care of you, sweet girl,” Daddy Erik says, blotting my fresh tears from my cheeks as the rest of my daddies work to clean me up.
Daddies Axel, Nash, and Gage each take a soapy cloth and work it all over my body again, holding me up as they do so, and once I’m covered in a thick sheen of soapy bubbles they set the cloths aside and turn the showerhead on. They pass it back and forth, holding the warm spray over me, washing away all evidence of my shame.
“Come, little Josie,” Daddy Nash says. “It’s time for bed. We’ll take you to your room.”
He helps me into a fluffy white robe, lifts me in his arms, and carries me to a bedroom upstairs while his brothers follow. A sigh of contentment leaves me when I realize they’re all planning to tuck me into bed tonight.
