by Amy Cummings
“I’m not used to sharing,” she admitted.
“Sharing?” Braxton said. “Cutie, this whole arrangement is about sharing. You are Raymond’s wife but he’s letting you be my Little. Leaving you under my care. I’d call that sharing.”
“I’m his girlfriend,” Kinsley grumbled.
“Might as well be married,” Braxton said.
Yeah, Kinsley thought, he works too much, ignores me, and we barely have sex. Just like being married.
The thought made her smile.
“You think this is funny?” Braxton said. “Because I don’t. You were pretty rude to Sydney. She and London are excited. They love playing with other Littles and they’ve been looking forward to this.”
Kinsley swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”
“I hope it translates into better behavior,” he said. “This is your only warning.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
The two joined the other girls. Sydney and London didn’t pry, a fact Kinsley was thankful for. The morning progressed with Kinsley balancing her uneasiness and annoyance with her attempt not to be rude.
It didn’t work out so well. It was when Braxton changed Sydney’s diaper that things really got heated. Kinsley fumed! She had hated wearing diapers. It had been a punishment, after all. But there was still something intimate about being changed. That was the time her Uncle Braxton had showed her special care. And now he was doing it with her.
Sydney.
The sight of Braxton having such a bond with another Little was more than Kinsley could stand. Her attitude soured even further.
It was lunchtime when Braxton pulled her aside once more.
“Kinsley!”
“What?” she said with obvious defiance.
“You know good and well what,” he said. “London and Sydney have tried to play with you all morning and you continue to be rude. I told you what would happen if you didn’t straighten up.”
Kinsley was thankful to hear the admonishment. Even though a spanking would sting, she’d still be getting attention from Braxton. His focus would be solely on her.
“We’ll finish this conversation, and bust that bottom, later,” Braxton said.
“What?” Kinsley said. “Not now?”
Braxton smiled knowingly. It wasn’t his first rodeo. He knew exactly what Kinsley was up to and he was going to see to it that her little plan backfired. She’d rue the bad choices she’d made.
And she’d learn that pulling one over on Uncle Braxton was not an easy task.
*****
“Wh-what’s he doing here?” Kinsley asked.
Raymond wore an easy grin as he took a seat on Braxton’s couch. He sat casually as if waiting on a baseball game to begin.
“I invited him,” Braxton said.
Kinsley had been relieved when Sydney and London had left. She’d tried to behave all afternoon, hoping Braxton would forget about the discipline. Still, it hadn’t been easy. It wasn’t that the girls weren’t nice. They actually seemed really cool. Kinsley couldn’t help but like them.
But they had still siphoned off some of her attention. Sharing her Dom wasn’t something she was ready for.
Kinsley knew it was completely hypocritical on her part. Raymond was gracious enough to share her with Braxton. She had constructed a double-standard and she knew it. Still, she wasn’t ready to abandon it.
Braxton left momentarily, allowing Raymond a chance to talk with Kinsley privately.
He whistled. “I heard you were naughty.”
Kinsley glared at him.
“Careful, little girl. You’re in enough hot water,” he said with a chuckle.
“When did he tell you?” Kinsley said.
“He’s been texting me updates off and on all day,” Raymond admitted. “Even sent some video. You looked cute playing with the other girls. Too bad you didn’t mind your P’s and Q’s. Guess you’ll learn your lesson soon enough. Speaking of…”
Braxton was back and holding the paddle.
Kinsley’s eyes opened wide.
The paddle!
“So you two had this planned?” she said in disbelief.
“Planned?” Braxton said. “No. We didn’t force you to make poor choices. You did that all on your own. When you did, though, I realized it was the perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson and show Raymond how to do it.”
“I’ve been wanting to learn,” Raymond said. “I need to know, since you can’t stay out of trouble.”
Both men laughed. Kinsley scowled.
“Stand up, little girl. Front and center,” Braxton said.
Kinsley realized she’d been beaten at her own game. Not only had she not succeeded in getting Braxton’s undivided attention, but she was still getting a busting and in a particularly humiliating fashion.
She really had to hand it to her Dom. He knew his stuff.
She grew more nervous as she focused on the paddle. It looked so mean! Intimidating. She knew it would be worse than any of the spankings she’d had up to that point.
“Assume the position,” Braxton said.
It took Kinsley a moment to comply but she finally lowered at the waist until she was grabbing her ankles. She lurched slightly as the paddle gently tapped her bottom.
“Up higher,” Braxton said. “You know how.”
She arched her back until she was as she was supposed to be.
“That’s better,” he said.
Kinsley waited for the paddle to land. She was thankful she was facing away from Raymond. She assumed he was enjoying his view, though.
The paddle bumped her bottom again, causing her breath to hiss. What was taking so long? Couldn’t Braxton just start the spanking already?
“Raymond, do you see this part?” Braxton said. He tapped Kinsley’s lower bottom.
“Sure,” Raymond said.
“Focus on it, especially with an instrument as serious as the paddle. You never want to spank too high. The curvature and just below it, really.”
Raymond nodded thoughtfully. He cemented the picture to memory.
Kinsley groaned. Oh great, she thought. What did she get herself into? Should she expect more spankings now that Raymond was getting involved?
“Don’t start off too strong, too fast,” Braxton continued. “The goal is not to shock or overwhelm. Correction. That’s what we are going for.”
Kinsley drew a deep breath and winced as the paddle swooshed through the air and thudded against her bum. She whimpered softly.
“Good girl,” Braxton said. “Stay in position.”
He rubbed Kinsley’s trembling cheeks.
He then delivered two more solid swats. Kinsley sniffled but didn’t break the hold on her ankles. Braxton gave her another couple before massaging her aching cheeks once more.
“Now, sweet girl, we’re going to lower those jeans and take a few on your panties. Can you do that for Uncle Braxton?”
Between quiet sobs, Kinsley stood straight and nodded her head yes.
“Good girl,” he said.
He unfastened her pants and rolled them down.
That act had Raymond straining in his pants. He watched with bated breath as Braxton’s hands moved slowly down Kinsley’s legs, taking the denim with them. Kinsley stood before the men clad in only her shirt and pink cotton panties—another fact that had Raymond ready to burst.
“Back in position,” Braxton said. He bumped the paddle against his open palm as he circled Kinsley.
She slowly went back down.
Raymond drank in the sight of her panty-clad bottom, the cotton stretched tight over her. He licked his lips in anticipation.
The next three swats were the worst so far and Kinsley sobbed loudly. She bent at the knees and moaned, but remained in the commanded position. Raymond was impressed. He realized just how much of a natural-born submissive Kinsley was.
Why hadn’t he seen it before then? he wondered. Why had she not told him?
Perhaps she had, he rea
lized. He had just been too busy to listen.
“You are doing so good,” Braxton said. “But I don’t want you to forget why you’re in this predicament.”
He delivered two more swats. Kinsley cried.
“You were a very naughty little girl this afternoon. That will not be tolerated, young lady.”
Another swat produced more tears.
Braxton stopped the spanking and held the paddle out to Raymond.
Raymond, shocked by the gesture, was slow to respond.
“I don’t know if I…”
“Of course you can,” Braxton said. “You love her, right?”
“More than anything,” Raymond said without hesitation.
This got Kinsley’s attention. She didn’t stand up but listened intently as the men spoke.
“Then you already have the most important ingredient. The key component,” Braxton said. “Discipline has to start from a place of love. You can do this, Raymond.”
Raymond nodded and took the paddle from the Dom. His nervousness had erased his arousal. His hands trembled, a fact that embarrassed him.
“You’ve got this,” Braxton said again, giving a nod of reassurance.
Raymond felt awkward in his stance. He lined the paddle up, barely bumping the wood against Kinsley’s hind end.
“You’re a natural,” Braxton said. “Now just tap it back and forward. Lightly. Doesn’t require much force.”
Raymond reared back but lost confidence midway through the swing and abandoned it.
“You had it just fine,” Braxton said. “Trust me.”
Raymond clicked his tongue, released a slow breath, then tried again. This time his shot landed. Kinsley lurched forward as she took the swat, crying quietly.
“Perfect,” Braxton said. “Give her a few more. Believe me, that girl has earned it.”
This brought a laugh from Raymond. He delivered another swat and then paused to gauge Kinsley’s reaction. Once satisfied, he gave her another, this time with more confidence and gusto.
“You should have seen how haughty she was. All I was trying to do was change poor Sydney’s diaper. The girl was soaked. Guess Kinsley just couldn’t stand someone else getting the attention.”
“Kinsley might need some more time in diapers,” Raymond said.
“Now you’re talking,” Braxton added.
Two more finished that round.
“Well done,” Braxton said. He patted Kinsley’s bottom. “What do you say we inspect our handiwork?”
“Sounds good to me,” Raymond said.
He had the honor of lowering Kinsley’s panties. It was not lost on him how soaked they were. He knew the spanking stung. There was no doubt about that. But he also had zero doubt that the submission was fueling Kinsley’s desire. She was clearly as turned on as he was.
Braxton whistled. “That’s one red bottom but I think it could be redder.”
“Few swats on the bare ought to do it,” Raymond said.
Kinsley groaned as she bent over one last time. Had it not been for the pounding assault on her rear, she would have marveled at how easily Raymond was taking to everything. The thought fluttered from her mind as quickly as it had entered, though. The paddle had a way of making her forget everything else but its unrelenting sting.
She closed her eyes, as if that would somehow make her less visible. She knew it didn’t accomplish a single thing. There she was, her panties around her knees, her naked bottom high in the air, her most intimate parts on display for the two men.
The two men who were giving her the spanking of a lifetime.
She cried as the paddle rocked her world. It had been bad over her jeans. It was worse atop her panties. But on the bare bottom was a whole new sensation.
A sensation she was not fond of, to say the least.
Raymond offered the paddle to Braxton.
“No, but thank you, my friend. Finish her lesson.”
Raymond did just that. Three more swats had Kinsley reduced to a sniffling, crying mess.
“A true work of art,” Braxton said. “Look at those red marks.”
“She’ll have a time sitting down for a while,” Raymond observed.
“Then I’d call this a job well done. Congratulations, Raymond. You delivered your first paddling,” Braxton said.
Braxton walked to the couch and gestured that they should sit. Once the men were situated, they called Kinsley to them.
She stood before them, her panties now around her ankles, her head hung in shame as tears continued to stream from her puffy eyes.
“Why were you spanked tonight, honey?” Braxton asked.
“Be-because I was naughty,” she said.
“How were you naughty?” he prodded.
She momentarily looked to Braxton and then Raymond but averted her eyes once more. It was all too embarrassing.
“I was rude to London and Sydney.”
“Why?” Braxton said.
Kinsley groaned and stomped her right foot into the floor. She hated the questioning more than the actual spanking!
“I was jealous.”
“Exactly,” Braxton said. “The way you acted will not be tolerated in this house.”
“Or in ours,” Raymond said. “You are better than that.”
“Yes, sir,” Kinsley said to Braxton.
Both men sat waiting. Kinsley realized what was expected and turned her attention to Raymond.
“Yes, sir.”
It felt so strange—but oh so amazing—to say that to Raymond. Could it really be? Was Raymond turning into that Daddy she’d always fantasized about? Or was he just playing along for the time?
Either way, it was wonderful. In an odd sort of way. Her bottom still rang from that spanking. The fact that she was answering to the men was mortifying.
But it was strangely comforting, too.
It was the paradox of being a submissive Little.
Braxton patted his hip. Kinsley eagerly climbed on and curled up in his lap. Confined with one strong arm to her right and the other on her left, she felt safe and loved. Even more so when Raymond leaned over and began rubbing her back.
Her delighted coo had both men smiling.
“Of course, you’re still very special to me,” Braxton said. “Nothing will change that. You’re uncle’s sweet girl.”
“I’m sorry I was naughty,” she said.
He kissed the top of her head. “Apology accepted. Just make better choices next time. Raymond disciplined you, too. I think you owe him an apology.”
Kinsley looked bashfully to Raymond. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, princess.”
Raymond’s entire body pulsated with excitement. He drummed his fingers on the couch and worked hard to control his breath.
Raymond watched Kinsley and Braxton. She looked adorable sitting on the Dom’s lap. And the way he held her, working his hands up and down her body, giving her tender kisses atop the head—it was hot.
Raymond didn’t know why he found it hot but he did.
He inched forward. He tried to loosen his tongue. He didn’t want his voice to crack and reveal his nervousness. He just wasn’t accustomed to it all. That strange new lifestyle he found himself involved in.
Kink.
It was something that hadn’t even been on his radar before Kinsley had asked to be Braxton’s submissive.
And now it had a powerful hold on Raymond himself. It was like some sort of nutrient he craved. Even needed.
“Kinsley, honey,” he said.
He wasn’t satisfied with how he sounded. Not strong enough. Too hesitant. He cleared his throat and tried again.
“Kinsley, Uncle Braxton has invested in you. Don’t you think he deserves a thanks for disciplining you? He only does it because he cares.”
“Thank you, Uncle Braxton,” Kinsley said.
“You’re very welcome,” he said. “But thank Raymond, too. In fact, I think he deserves a very special thank you.”
Kin
sley looked at her Dom. “A special thank you?”
Braxton gave a slight nod. His steely eyes revealed he meant exactly what he’d said. “Be a good girl and ask him,”
Kinsley shifted in Braxton’s lap. She finally found the courage to voice what she assumed he wanted to hear.
“Sir, may I please suck your cock?”
Raymond was stunned, but managed to say, “Yes. I think that would be appropriate.”
Braxton gave a wave of his hand. “You deserve a token of gratitude. Kinsley should be grateful that you are willing to discipline her. It’s a gift. I hope she realizes that.”
Raymond clinched his muscles as he tried not to cum anymore. But seeing Kinsley get off Braxton’s lap and on her knees stirred a powerful arousal within him.
It wasn’t long before his cock was out and ready for tribute. Raymond almost lost it when Kinsley licked her lips before moving her head forward. There was a certain fire in her eyes—flames of lust and passion—that drove him higher and higher with each second.
And when Kinsley’s lips parted and she accepted him into her mouth like a good girl, he forgot about his doubts and insecurities that came from inexperience.
All he could think about was his beautiful, sexy, dirty little girl.
Chapter Twenty-One
Raymond and Kinsley could not take their hands off each other as they stumbled into their house.
The taste of Raymond’s sticky precum was still heavy in Kinsley’s mouth. She’d accepted it, allowing it to coat her throat and slide down to her belly, just like a good submissive should.
“What are you?” Raymond asked as he attacked her with kisses.
“I’m a dirty little girl,” she said. “Oh Daddy, I’m so dirty.”
“Do you like cock?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I love cock. Daddy, I love it so much.”
“Good. Because you’re going to get it right now.”
Kinsley was nearly naked by the time Raymond finished the sentence. He was stripping her clothes off and casting them aside, appraising her with hungry eyes.
He brought his lips to her bare breasts and took one of her mounds into his mouth. His tongue ran over her pert nipple, causing an excited chill to slide down her spine. Once he could tear his mouth away, he brought his hands up and cupped both her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, putting just the right amount of pressure on them.