I didn’t ask for a daddy. They decided I needed two.
When they caught me putting my nose where it didn’t belong, they didn’t just teach me a lesson.
They bared my bottom and spanked me like a naughty little girl.
Then they made me call them daddy.
This bad girl needs a firm hand. From both of us.
She was playing a dangerous game and she had to be punished.
We left her soaking wet and wanting, but we’ll do much more shameful things to her soon.
Whether she likes it or not, she belongs to us now… and she knows it.
Author: Shanna Handel
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 44,100 words
Daddy brings his hand down again, spanking my ass. “Such a naughty, naughty girl. Papa and I care about you. We want you safe. We’ll spank your naughtiness out of you and make you be our good girl.”
Papa stares into my eyes. “I want to watch your face while your daddy spanks you. Then I want to dip my fingers in your sweet pussy and see how wet you are. We love knowing how wet we make you.”
I moan, squeezing my eyes shut tight, his words causing unbearable shame.
Daddy’s hand comes down again, hard and sharp; the stinging makes me suck air in between my teeth.
Papa’s hands tighten around my hips, holding me in place as the spanks rain down, harder and faster. “Don’t put yourself in a position like that again, little girl.”
“You’ll not sit down for a week if you disobey us like this again,” Daddy says, wrapping his hand around my hair. He gives a tug as his other hand spanks me, over and over again.
The pain is almost too much to bear. I try to wiggle and fight, but Papa holds me down. There’s a fire on my ass, one that hurts so much I’m suddenly not above begging. “Please don’t spank me, Daddy! I’ll be good. I promise I won’t disobey you again!”
Daddy spanks me again. “And you’ll follow the rules here, and be our good little girl?”
But my cry isn’t enough. Daddy says, “Tell your papa what a good little girl you’re going to be for him.” He spanks me again.
“I’ll be so good, Papa! I’ll be your good little girl. Always.”
Papa leans over, kissing my cheek. “Always? I like the way that sounds. Don’t you, Daddy?”
Daddy’s hand smooths over my throbbing ass. “I do. I like that a lot.”
The pain spreads across my ass. My ass is hot, my pussy is lava, my face is on fire.
The spanking, their chastising words, all make me shamefully full of desire. My pussy is begging for relief, some kind of friction, any attention whatsoever.
And I get it.
I feel Daddy’s hand between my thighs, pushing them apart. “Daddy wants you to spread your legs. Show Papa how wet we make you.”