Page 25 of Eloise's Daddies
I swallow and slowly nod. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now than get spanked so hard that everyone around looks at me. It’s the oddest feeling. Am I weird? A tear escapes to run down my cheek, shocking me.
Daddy removes his thumbs from my nipples and pulls me tighter between his legs. He hugs me close while Papa pulls his lounge chair closer and crowds me from behind.
Daddy rubs my back and speaks softly into my ear. “Our Baby girl has a lot on her mind lately.”
More tears fall. I don’t know where they’re coming from. Why won’t they stop? I’m not sad. Am I? I think I’m just stressed. My head has a lot going on inside it.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Papa asks from close to my other ear.
I shake my head. I can’t talk about it. I don’t even understand most of it, and the parts I do understand I’m not ready to discuss.
“Are you unhappy, sweet girl?” Papa asks.
I shake my head and glance at him. “No, Papa. I’m the happiest Little girl on Earth.”
He smiles. “Okay. That’s kind of incongruent with the tears, sweet girl. Somethings bothering you. I suspect it’s more than just public nudity. I think it’s something deeper.”
I bury my face in Daddy’s neck. “Will you spank me?” I don’t care which of them spanks me, or both of them. I just want to purge the icky feelings. I know I’ll have a better day if they spank me first.
This will be more intense than the spanking I got at the zoo. At least I had on a shirt that day. This morning I’m naked. I crave the exposure and humiliation for reasons I can’t explain, and it embarrasses me to speak those words, so I don’t.
Daddy lowers me across his lap so my bottom is over his thighs, and my head and chest are resting on the lounge chair. He draws my hands to the small of my back and grips my wrists with one of his hands.
I’m panting because my boobies are hanging free against the chair, my hard nipples rubbing against the seat. They will drag against the slightly rough material with every swat.
Daddy sets his other hand on my shins, holding my legs down. He doesn’t make me part them, which is out of the norm and causes me to squirm. Pressing my thighs together is not usually permitted.
Papa swats my bottom without warning and no warmup.
I gasp. It feels so good. I lift my face, but it puts more pressure on my boobies, so I drop back down to rest my cheek on the seat.
Papa spanks me again, just as hard, making me flinch and bite my lip. He doesn’t pause this time. He continues peppering my bottom, avoiding direct contact with the plug everyone around can surely see.
I’m panting and crying real tears by the time he’s done. Sobbing. I don’t usually cry so hard. I’m emotionally overwhelmed.
When Daddy releases me, Papa lifts me up and settles me on his lap. He hugs me so tight I can’t breathe. After a few minutes of me sniffling and crying, he uses his T-shirt to wipe my tears away.
He kisses me all over my face. “You are loved. You are precious. You are adorable and sexy and so very pretty. Your body is stunning and perfect. We know you’re growing and changing as you figure out what kinks you prefer, and that’s okay. We’re flexible and will follow your lead.”
Daddy reaches over and rubs my cheek with his thumb. “He’s right, Baby girl. If you need a good hard spanking every day to help calm your mind, we will give that to you.”
My voice is soft and small when I find the will to speak. “I’m weird.”
Papa shakes his head. “You’re not weird, sweet girl. You’re just you. Eloise Grace. You’ve realized you like a touch of embarrassment and humiliation, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of Littles like to be spanked in public. It’s not uncommon at all.”
“But I’m naked,” I wail. That has to be weird.
Daddy smiles. “You are naked. You are so brave and strong and pretty. I bet anyone who glanced this way was jealous. You have two Daddies instead of one. One Daddy to hold you down and one Daddy to spank your pretty little plugged bottom until it turns hot pink.”
I keep my face lowered and fiddle with the front of Papa’s T-shirt. One last sniffle shakes my frame. “I feel better, Papa,” I tell him.
“Good girl. Do you want me to put your swim diaper on now? We could take you in the lazy river for a while so you can relax and float until you feel like going on some raft rides?”
I smile at him and nod. “That sounds like fun, Papa.”
“Perfect. It’s a plan.” He stands me up on wobbly legs and holds me steady while I set my palms on Daddy’s shoulders and lift first one foot and then the other so he can put my swim diaper on.
I wince when the elastic pinches my sore bottom just like Daddy said it would. I’m not sorry though. I also like the feeling. He knew I would. It reminds me that my bottom is all red and owwie, and everyone around will see my bright red thighs.
