Page 68 of Daddy's Little Patient

It had been over an hour that Daddy and Uncle Linc had been tag-teaming her spanking with all the different implements they’d chosen. She didn’t like being spanked and paddled and belted and cropped by two men—it was supposed to be punishment after all, she wasn’t supposed to like it—but she did love being lavished with attention and how they talked to her, and soothed her. It could be overwhelming sometimes even when it was just Daddy focusing everything he had on her.

While Uncle Linc wasn’t as intense as her Daddy, he didn’t have to be. It was already 100 percent and then some. Two men attending to her, and there was of course that added layer of humiliation and shame when they talked about her as if she wasn’t there, or as if she had so little control over the situation that they didn’t need to acknowledge her, never mind consult her.

She was already crying because her backside was on fire and every time another blow landed, she cried out. Ithurt. It hurt so badly, but it also made her feel better in a weird way.

After her spanking was over, she would be completely and truly forgiven. That was the nice thing about how Daddy disciplined her. Once it was over, it was over; the slate had been wiped clean. And yes, of course, he wanted her to be better. Not have tantrums, be an obedient babygirl, and follow all her rules. But he didn’t get frustrated when she wasn’t perfect. It was like he expected her bad behavior and was willing to accept her apology wholeheartedly even though he knew she’d probably do it again. And let’s be real, probably again and again and again and again.

Cricket heard a couple of instruments clatter to the floor and she let out a heaving sob of relief. She’d get a brief break, and goodness knew she needed one.

Then Daddy was wiping away her tears while Uncle Linc rubbed her back. They both kissed her cheeks and it felt like what little was left of her brain melted out her ears. She was so high right now at the same time she was so grounded.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl, I’m so proud of you,” her Daddy murmured.

Even though she couldn’t stop crying, his words made her so happy. She’d imagined having a real Daddy would be like having a hot chocolate heart all the time and now it was real.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, Cricket. And you’re almost done,” Uncle Linc told her in her other ear. Wow, praise in stereo was definitely a new kink of hers. “You only have one pair of implements left.”

She knew they would be the most painful yet because Daddy had been working up from the easiest for her to take to the hardest, but she could handle anything for twenty swats. And then she would have all the aftercare she wanted.

It wouldn’t do to think too much about all the cuddles and praise and kisses and sweetness and spoiling that were coming her way, but knowing it was on the other side of this would help her get through some serious ouch.

“You’re going to count these last twenty,” her Daddy told her. “And thank us. I’ll go first. If you make a mistake we’ll start over.”

“From the beginning?” she wailed, and almost safed out right then becausethatshe couldn’t handle.

“No, love bug. Just the last twenty. I wouldn’t ask you for the impossible,” Daddy assured her.

Phew!

“You ready?” Uncle Linc asked, tugging on the hook that was still lodged in her ass that she’d nearly forgotten about. He sure liked reminding her.

Cricket nodded because it would be unwise to take too much of a break—it would be too hard to start again without so many chemicals coursing through her brain, and she might not be able to do it at all.

“Okay, babygirl. Just twenty. You can do it, I know you can. Just take a little more for us.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sniveled, and melted a little more when Daddy and Uncle Linc pressed another pair of kisses to her cheeks.

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It was agony to wait for the first impact. Cricket knew it would be bad, and the anticipation—even if it was short—was awful. She was almost relieved when the first strike landed on her ass, but it hurt so fucking bad, maybe not.

“Ow!” she shrieked, the fiery sting lighting up a spot on her backside like she’d been struck by lightning.

“Ow is not a number, sweetheart, and I didn’t hear a thank you,” her Daddy said in that smooth, slightly disapproving, high-handed way of his that made her pussy clench. “Try again.”

“One, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

Her voice was all watery, and she felt that way too. Like she could become a puddle any second. That would be okay, Daddy and Uncle Linc would be her bucket.

“Good girl,” he told her.

She didn’t have even a second to soak in his praise because a different sting lit up the other side of her butt. If she had to guess, she’d say Daddy had an evil stick and Uncle Linc had the baby snap dragon. Such meanies.

“Two,” she choked out, not wanting to be scolded again. “Thank you, Uncle Linc.”

“You’re very welcome, Little girl.”

That’s how it went for the next several minutes with the men switching sides after each pair so she’d be even. Ugh, she loved being even, but she hated the process of getting even.

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