Their Strict Daddies

by Shelly Douglas

  “This will be the last stroke, so keep your bottom nice and soft and it will be over.”

  Becca grinded her teeth together and swayed her hips from side to side.

  “Stand still and take your punishment, young lady,” Josh scolded.

  Her eyes shut tight as the strap fell again, leaving the fourth stripe across her sensitive buttocks. “Two!” she managed to squeal, covering her reddened tear-streaked face with her hands.

  “I told Max that if you tighten that bottom, he should give you extras, Elizabeth Marie,” Peter stated calmly but firmly, seated in the black leather chair.

  Bent over the polished cherry wood desk, Lizzy’s knees trembled as she waited to be disciplined.

  Max casually walked over to her and raised the narrow brown belt as he eyed his target. “Keep it nice and soft, young lady,” he warned, tapping the pliant leather against her ivory, plump buttocks. “I thought it would be appropriate to punish our little mastermind last.” Snapping the strap firmly against her smooth skin, his first blow left behind an elevated welt of painful pink.

  “Aaagh,” she yelped, waving her bottom in hopes of relieving the burn of his sharp stroke.

  Max gently inspected the raised flesh with his fingers before peering over at her husband. “Shall I continue, Peter?”

  “When she stops clenching that beautiful ass of hers,” he said with arms crossed over his chest.

  Relaxing her buttocks, she nodded and dropped her head.

  “As soon as we’re done, you can join your partner in crime over in the corner,” Max promised, landing another satisfying lash right above the first.

  Gasping at the sound of the leather cracking a second time against Lizzy’s skin, Becca tightened her own bottom as if she was experiencing the intense stinging pain again.

  Max’s focus remained on Lizzy as he raised her dress further up her back and adjusted the delicate lavender lace panties, pulling them down lower across her separated thighs. “Why are you being punished, Lizzy?” he asked, rubbing the soft dark belt across the bottom of her supple cheeks.

  “Because I went behind everyone’s back with a plan to control our vacation,” she whimpered, knowing that another smack was about to land on her burning rump.

  Max glanced over his shoulder at Peter. “How many more strokes do you think she deserves?”

  Biting her bottom lip, Chrissy couldn’t take her eyes off the shocking exhibit. Both of her new friends were displaying striped, swollen bottoms, thrusted out for all to see. “Max, please,” she interrupted, “Don’t you think they’ve been punished enough?”

  “Be still, Chrissy, or you’ll find yourself in a similar position,” he warned in a soft, low voice.

  “Yes, daddy,” she croaked from a parched, nervous throat.

  “I think two more should be sufficient,” Peter responded.

  “Very well. Hold on tight, young lady, because these are going to come fast across the underside of your fanny and then we’ll be done,” Max declared in a firm, no-nonsense tone before quickly administering two strokes—the last landing harder than the first.

  Lizzy shrieked and bounced with each sharp smack, before lowering her warm cheek to the cool wood. Sobbing, her whole body shook from both the pain and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried out.

  Max dropped his strap to the floor and bent over to comfort her, rubbing circles over her back. “You are forgiven, Lizzy. Now go join your naughty girlfriend in the corner,” he whispered.

  As Lizzy struggled to stand, Peter ran over to escort her across the room. Silently, with a bowed head, she did her best to walk with her panties lowered as he spoke softly in her ear. After helping to position her nose against the wall, he raised her white sundress above her welted buttocks. “Keep this bunched up with one hand, and push that sore bottom of yours out.”

  Facing the wall, both women cried softly as they stood together with their reddened round globes on display for fifteen long minutes.

  Max checked the time on his watch. “You may go sit in your daddy’s lap,” he called out, staring downward. His young wife’s nose was buried in his chest, and he knew she was feeling terribly guilty about her friends being punished.

  Peter guided Lizzy carefully onto his hard thighs and cradled her in his large, loving arms. “I’m so sorry, daddy,” she mewled. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

  “Shh, sweetie, I know. It’s all over now,” he whispered in her ear.

  Josh rocked Becca back and forth as she sniffed and whimpered. “I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise, daddy.”

  “You’re forgiven, kitten.”

  Chrissy crawled out of Max’s lap and bravely walked over to stand in between the chairs where Peter and Josh sat with their girls. “I’m really sorry, you guys. I feel just awful about this.”

  “It’s all my fault. I never should’ve gone ahead with that stupid plan,” Lizzy muttered, wiping her wet cheeks with the backs of her hands. “Are you okay, Becca? I owe you an apology, too.”

  Becca moved her head, trying to peer over at Lizzy through tear-filled eyes. “It seemed like such a good idea at the time,” she sputtered, her voice wavering. “Of course, now in hindsight…”

  “Only my Becca could crack a joke at this moment,” Josh said, shaking his head.

  “I’ve always loved your humor, Rebecca,” Max added in a soft tone.

  Lizzy let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m so tired, daddy. Could I go to our room and lie down for a while?”

  “Why don’t I put you into the tub for a nice long bubble bath before dinner?”

  “You want to lower her strapped bottom into bathwater? If you make it too warm, that will hurt,” Chrissy warned.

  “Really?” Peter asked, throwing a knowing wink to Josh.

  Josh kissed the top of Becca’s head. “Bath time sounds like a great idea.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Max, how are you intending to end your new book?” Chrissy asked, turning down their bed sheets.

  “I’m not exactly sure, but I’ve taken a good bit of criticism from reviewers for abrupt endings, so I’m definitely not cutting this one short.”

  “I hope you aren’t thinking of concluding it with the girls’ punishment scene…”

  “Everyone’s a critic,” he joked good-naturedly. “So, Chrissy, what did you have in mind?”

  “Well, since Lizzy has had self-esteem issues, I was thinking it might be nice to boost her morale. You know, both in the book and real life.”

  “I’m listening.” His tone was soft, relaxing in the comfortable large, burgundy leather chair.

  “Now this is just a thought, so keep an open mind.”

  He chortled. “I’ll try my best.”

  “Good,” she said, nervously pacing the room.

  “What’s on your mind, sweetie?”

  “I was just thinking that Max and Peter could…”

  “I’m aging over here,” he said, laughing.

  “Could play in a ménage with Lizzy.” Chrissy’s words spilled out quickly before she cupped a hand over her mouth.

  “You’d be okay with my character in that kind of role?”

  “Jesus. I’m talking about you writing the scene, not actually engaging in it,” Chrissy retorted, giggling.

  Max paused to think for a minute and snapped his fingers. “I love the idea. There’s only one problem, princess.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I don’t know if my editor will like it. I mean, will anyone really want to see Lizzy, Peter, and Max together in a ménage a trois? After all, our characters in the book engage in DD and AP—they’re not swingers.”

  “The last time I checked, all of your books are considered fiction. Who’s to say you can’t mix it up?”

  “You’re absolutely right about that.”

  “I think Lizzy will love the idea. It might give her the boost she’s been needing and should add some extra heat to the book.”
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  “I just thought of another snag. This extremely hot sex scene will need to happen after midnight, because our women in the story are roleplaying ten-year-olds from five o’clock to twelve.” He angled his head toward hers.

  “Jesus, Max! Don’t you think it would be kinky if she called Peter daddy during the scene?”

  “It all sounds fine to me, but if my editor isn’t happy, I guess we can rewrite it as a dream.”

  “Like you haven’t done that before?”

  “Ahh, so now you’re a critic and a comedienne? How versatile of you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lizzy came out of the bathroom wrapped in a pink fluffy towel to find Max and Peter patiently waiting for her on the bed.

  “Did you agree not to wear anything when you came out of the bathroom, young lady?” Max asked with a scowl on his face.

  She nodded.

  “Well, we have no intention of letting you get away with any more disobedience this week,” Peter barked, removing her towel.

  Max handed him two pillows from the bed along with a sturdy oak paddle, and before she could protest, Lizzy was placed over them with her bare bottom perched high in the air.

  Holding her down with a firm hand, Peter swatted each ivory globe three times on each side. “You haven’t been behaving lately, Elizabeth Marie, but that is going to stop right now. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Another smack was administered to the lower portion of her bare ass. “Is that how you answer me, young lady? I suggest you try again.”

  “Y-Yes, daddy,” she stuttered.

  “Better,” he said with a grin, placing the paddle on the floor. “Now, if we’re done with the attitude adjustment, I suggest we give her some love and high-level attention,” he said to Max before turning to Lizzy. “Are you ready to make his cock nice and hard?”

  Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, Peter pulled his wife in front of him and lovingly kissed the back of her head. After throwing her a wink, Max unzipped and let his shorts fall to the floor, stepping out of them, quickly. He was a tall, bulky man with reddish-brown hair and sparkling navy blue eyes that seemed to be growing feral as he moved closer. She watched his hardening girth sway as he walked to stand in front of her.

  Lizzy’s eyes met Max’s as she took his erection in her hand, stroking and tugging it gently. Both men observed with an intensity, making her a little nervous at first, but pressing her mouth to his soft tip, she relaxed her lips and swirled her tongue around his velvety skin.

  “Oh, my God, you are good at this,” he said, closing his eyes.

  Smiling a toothy grin behind her, Peter parted Lizzy’s thighs and slipped into her folds, lightly rounding her hardening clit with the tip of his finger. “I love how smooth and wet you are,” he complimented with a whisper in her ear. “Now relax, little one, and let me give your pussy something to tremble about.”

  Max laced his long digits into her thick, wavy hair, pulling her toward him as Peter rubbed her swollen labia up and down. Gushing with excitement, she took Max’s penis further into her mouth and moved her fingers to cup his balls, feeling his cock thicken and extend immediately. Approaching orgasm, drops of liquid began to seep from her soft vagina.

  “You’re such a good girl,” Peter whispered, “but let’s not finish yet,” he said, grinning at Max as he removed his fingers from her throbbing clit.

  Tasting a small amount of Max’s sweet and salty essence, her lips curved downward as he slowly pulled out of her mouth. “We were really enjoying ourselves,” she whined with a pout.

  “The night is young,” Peter said, glancing at their friend.

  Moving to stand behind her, Max secured Lizzy’s hands while Peter rounded each nipple and nibbled them until they were hard as steel bullets. Bending down to kneel in front of her open legs, he gently parted her swollen skin, making sure she was still good and wet before sweetly kissing her velvety pussy lips on either side. Finishing with the flat of his tongue, Peter laved every inch of the area from one end to the other.

  A shiver pulsed through her body as if she was hit by a bolt of lightning.

  “I think Lizzy’s heading toward paradise,” Max announced, grinning.

  With the very tip of his wet tongue, Peter circled her hard button and then thrust deep inside her, over and over. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt either one of them, but found it difficult to stand on wobbly legs and knew it wouldn’t be long before her knees buckled.

  “Don’t leave us now, my wet little kitten. We’re just getting started,” Peter said, quirking an eyebrow.

  “Started?”

  “We’re going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Max whispered in her ear before peering over at Peter. “I know you won’t need a condom, but just for safety purposes, I’m going to wear one.”

  “We appreciate that, friend.”

  After retrieving a condom packet and a tube of lubricant from the top of the dresser, Max returned to find Lizzy shaking her head.

  “Oh, my God, both of you? At the same time?”

  Max smiled, tearing open the condom packet with his teeth. “It will be pretty tight at first, but once we’re both in all the way, it should be a little slice of heaven for you, sweetie,” he said, rolling the condom onto his thick cock.

  Peter winked at her in agreement before removing his jeans. “Go over to the bed and get comfortable on your belly,” he directed in a dark voice, fisting his hardened length with lubricant.

  Lizzy’s knees quivered. When her husband’s tone was low and deep, she knew it was a bad idea to test him.

  Both men joined her on the bed, one on either side.

  “Are you sure Chrissy’s okay with us being together?” Lizzy asked, looking to Max for reassurance.

  “We’ve already been through this. It was her idea, so behave yourself and cooperate,” Max warned. “Remember, neither one of us have a problem paddling your backside.”

  Peter’s large hands gently but firmly steered her down onto the mattress. They both knew she wasn’t going anywhere, but it was important to demonstrate their undivided attention.

  “I’m going to press my finger into your bottom hole with a good bit of lube, making it easier to take my cock. Then I’ll push it deep into your ass to make you nice and slippery.” Peter put a glob of lubricant on his finger and pressed it against her anus. Moaning softly as his finger pushed in further, she rubbed her cheek on the mattress, enjoying being filled by his slick digit.

  Slowly, Max moved toward Lizzy on the bed like a cheetah stalks his prey and turned over on his back, motioning for her to mount him. Slathering his erection with lube, he took her hand, guiding his stiff slippery cock into her pussy as she sighed and moaned, lowering herself onto him. Max didn’t bother hiding his pleasure and groaned with her every squirm and wiggle, knowing that Lizzy’s taut skin was stretching to accommodate his size. Finally, his wide girth disappeared completely inside her.

  “Peter, I think we’re ready for you now.”

  In an instant, she felt her husband’s hand on her back as he pressed her forward. “Come on, sweetie, lean forward all the way.”

  “I’m scared, daddy,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.

  “You can do it, kitten—just try to relax. It’ll hurt at first, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He spoke softly, rubbing her back with tenderness.

  Finally bending forward, she continued until she was lying on Max’s wide chest. With plenty of gel on Peter’s thick finger, he circled her small puckered hole and pressed inside. “This is just a little more lubrication for you. Now relax, sweet pea, and let me in.” Feeling the broad, wet tip of Peter’s cock enter her anus, she inhaled a quick short breath and whimpered.

  “Be a good girl for us. You know how to do this—exhale and bear down,” Max instructed in a deep voice.

  She gasped as Peter’s thick cock tried to invade her small entrance. Though it wasn’t his first time in her bo
ttom, it never seemed to get any easier. And even with the lube, it burned as he stretched and inched his way inside her dark, narrow passage. As Peter continued to push and she moved with him, so did Max. She buried her face into Max’s broad shoulder as Peter drove further inward. It felt so snug that all she could do was writhe and groan.

  “You’re doing great, baby,” Peter whispered, kissing the back of her neck.

  “Are you all the way in?” she whimpered.

  “I am, sweetie, and the best is yet to come. Max, let’s make this a night she won’t ever forget.”

  Suddenly Peter’s cock slid out of her bottom, and Max thrust his hips up, burying himself deep into her pussy. As he pulled out, Peter pushed forward, and they took turns fucking her with an intensity she’d only read stories about. It wasn’t long before she was participating, taking them deeper and faster, loving the feeling of being controlled by both men. Feverishly rubbing her aching, throbbing clit onto Max’s hard shaft, Lizzy’s walls finally squeezed tight around both men, and they stilled to revel in the beats of her pounding orgasm, moments before their wild seed flowed in heavy spurts.

  Peter exited first, and then she rolled off of Max. The three of them ended up on their backs, breathing heavily with their eyes closed.

  “Stay where you are and let us clean you off,” Max insisted as he walked naked into the bathroom to get two wet washcloths.

  Peter bobbed his head in appreciation as he took the cloth from Max. “Push up on your knees, kitten, so we can make you feel better. This cloth is cool and will feel good on your sore bum,” he said, carefully wiping the stickiness off of her buttocks.

  “Over on your back, princess,” Max instructed as he rolled her, separating Lizzy’s knees to clean her pussy with the soft, warm cloth. “Feel better?”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

  “I hope you know how special you are—to all of us,” Max whispered in her ear.

  She smiled, lowering her eyelashes.

  “Sweet dreams, Lizzy. I’ll see you both at breakfast in the morning.” Max waved to Peter before closing the door behind him.