He gritted his teeth together a little bit. He was thinking about what would have happened if she was in an accident with three girls in the car. Not all of them would have walked away… It would have been a nightmare of epic proportions!
His brain started to peruse a mental carousel of punishments. Hell, he might even have to invent a couple! “Oh, he’ll be involved. Do you know why? Because you are part of this family, and last night you put yourself at risk. Hell, you put others’ family members at risk, too! You damn better well believe Charlie can get just as involved as he wants!” He threw his legs over the edge of the bed. “Get your homework done. You’re in for a rough weekend.”
“Josh…” she crawled toward him, looking suddenly desperate. “Don’t be angry with me. Please.”
He frowned, then picked her up and pulled her into his lap. “Sweetie?” He ran his hand down her hair. “You’re not going to get punished for revenge. You’re getting punished because we’re trying to guide you into making good decisions.” He kissed her nose, even as she frowned at him, her eyes full of worry and doubt. “We don’t want you to get hurt, or fail, and we don’t want to be devastated if something happens to you.”
“What about you?” she asked tenderly, moving her fingers across his chest, seeming to finger a particular bruise.
Lord almighty, she was a petite little thing. Her weight was nothing. He could probably take her hard against the wall until he was ninety years old without breaking a sweat! Her fingers were so tiny, especially when he captured her hands into his own. “Girl, if it was all about me, you’d live in a bubble—naked.”
She giggled slightly, then bit her lip and regarded him closely as she crossed her feet together. “I’m sorry I’m such a screw-up.”
“You’re not a screw-up. You’re a sweet girl with a naughty and whiny streak in her. And you’re going to change, because you’re young and it’s just that time in your life, and we’re going to change while you’re at it, and we’re gonna continue to love you and spank this bubbly little bottom of yours as often and as long as it takes.” He gave her a pat on the bottom to reassure her.
She heaved a sigh. “You normally give me advice on how to avoid a spanking at times like this,” she pouted.
His brow furrowed. “Well, next time you see my car keys, or anyone else’s, on the counter, don’t touch them.”
“You know what I mean,” she defended. “Daddy’s gonna kill me!”
“And you shall rise from the ashes of your destruction like the cute little phoenix you are,” he told her, bereft of sympathy. Charlie wasn’t actually going to hurt her, after all. She was going to kick, scream, and cry her eyes out by the end of the weekend; of that he had no doubt. If punished enough, she would be feeling the consequences of her little outing for quite a few days. After that, they’d forgive her and move on.
“I suppose we should get dressed,” she said, looking over at her pajamas, which were puddled on the floor.
“No way. After a night like we’ve had?” He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She screeched and giggled. “We’re getting in the bath and turning into prunes. Then maybe we’ll gorge ourselves upon waffles.”
“I don’t deserve waffles,” she mourned.
He gave her bottom a slap as he walked into the bathroom. “You’re a naughty girl, not a serial killer. Geesh.”
* * *
Sophie found that, even with waffles with chocolate chips on them, she was in the doghouse. Breakfast was quiet, and Josh was watching her every move. When she tried to climb onto the countertop to get a glass from the upper cabinet, which he’d seen her do a thousand times before, this time she was pulled down by firm hands and given a very firm swat to the skirt of the dress he’d dressed her in that morning.
“We have a stool for a reason. I don’t want you climbing on something and pulling the cabinet—and all the glass—down on you!” he had snapped at her, pronouncing his worry with another smack.
She felt foolish, of course. He was right; she had no business climbing up on the countertop. It always seemed easier than crossing five feet over to grab her stepping stool to get to the upper cabinets. Although she feared his argument wasn’t for the longevity of the cabinet doors she’d kick on the way up; he apparently had created a scenario where she pulled down the entire cabinet on top of her and was cut to ribbons.
“No need to get all paranoid,” she lectured back, and his eyes darkened. Her hands flew back to protect her bottom.
“You have no regard for your safety, and I’m sick of it, young lady. There’s no replacing you; they only made one,” Josh growled at her, his expression hawk-like and angry rising to his full height so that he towered over her.
She pressed her lips together, although she did think he was just being stubborn that morning, but she didn’t push him.
Not that she had the chance to. Suddenly he lurched forward, grabbed her up and, as he hugged her to his body, began to possess her mouth with his. He grabbed her bottom tightly in his hands until she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She felt him walking, but only until he found the nearest wall. He pressed her against it and then released himself from his pants. His breath was trembling with what seemed like impatience.
She was nearly squeaking with anticipation. She was so sore already from his attentions the night before. She’d even noticed some blood spotting her bed sheets from her first time, and she’d had some on the inside of her thighs this morning.
He had fucked her until there were small bruises forming on her inner thighs, and now it looked like he was going to give her more of the same. Still, her body didn’t know that she’d had enough; it was wet and ready for more.
She gasped as he pulled her panties aside, stretching the fabric so he could press her length deep into her. Against the wall, it seemed like he was even deeper than he’d gotten last night. “Uncle Josh…”
“Jesus, baby girl,” he panted, kissing her neck. He began to wildly thrust his hips against her. “I love you. You make me crazy, and you’re so naughty…” Another solid thrust had her gasping out. “And lord knows I don’t spank you nearly as often as I should. You need to walk around with a bright…” Thrust. “Red.” He held her hips as he thrust deeper, thumping her against the wall. “Bottom!” He groaned and continued in her ear, “You know what’s next? You know why you’ve been naughty? Because nobody’s been giving you any attention here.” He slid his fingers through the edge of her panties, quickly finding her bottom hole and applying pressure with his finger until she was gripping his shoulders with all her strength.
“No,” she whimpered.
“Oh, yes. This bottom is going to get broken in a little today. And do you know why?”
She didn’t want to answer; her heart was pounding as she imagined anything—anything at all—going up there. Would Daddy be pressing something into her bottom? Could she live through the shame of it?
“No, Uncle Josh,” she continued to whimper, but her moaning and pouting was only spurring on his thrusts.
“You’re our cute baby girl, but you can be such a bad girl when you set your mind to it. We have to pull you back in line…” She hated how her body was reacting to his warnings, his threats. He was dirty talking, but she had a feeling he was also being serious. It didn’t matter; her back was writhing so she could accept more of him. Her cunny had no shame, and didn’t seem to care that she was dressed in a sun-yellow, cute Lolita dress with long stockings… in fact, maybe her cunny liked it. She was beginning to moan with pleasure, her toes curling in her little black shoes.
For a second, his hand reached up and pressed over the front of her neck, as if to keep her perfectly still, telling her that he was in control with a move that got her attention. If she hadn’t trusted him, she probably would have thought she was in trouble. All he had to do to strangle her was to squeeze… But of course, he never did.
“Fucked against a wall like a little doll…” he pan
ted in her ear. “My precious little doll…”
She pressed against him, he pushed her into the wall, and she came violently on his cock. She cried out and gripped his shoulders so hard she might have worried about hurting him, but he was thrusting harder and faster than ever as she contracted around him.
“Oh, God…” he gritted, and then pushed into her again. She could feel his cock contract, spurting deep into her. For some reason she had already decided to love the feeling of his essence warming inside of her. It was calming, gratifying.
He slowly lifted her enough to pull out of her, and then he placed her feet back on the floor and adjusted her panties, although she knew they were ruined from the way his cock had stretched them aside. He kissed her forehead. “Now, no games,” he told her, pulling her chin up to meet his eyes. “I’m still seriously upset with what happened last night—I keep replaying how I felt, and I don’t like it. I need to collect myself a little. Go up to your room and get started on your homework until your daddy comes home.”
She didn’t hesitate to do what he said and even took the stairs two at a time. She cleaned up her dripping pussy, still mixed with her and Josh’s juices, and then changed her panties before opening up her backpack and waiting for her doom.
Tingling from anticipation, she felt a brief spout of deep shame as she focused on how tender her pussy was. She wondered how Daddy and Liz would react to this new situation. She feared they might disapprove, since they always treated her like she was an innocent little flower. Now, she had been tainted in a way.
Doing homework was insanely difficult; she was so distracted that nothing she wrote was sounding right. Not to mention the fact that when it came to homework, she wasn’t exactly fluent in her writing. Daddy would normally demand several rough drafts that he’d help her comb through until she turned it in and would get an A. When she tried to sidestep this arduous process once, she ended up failing and Daddy went right for the cane and introduced her to it.
She really didn’t want to pay the piper about the car. Her bottom quaked even when she thought about the look on Charlie’s face…
* * *
Somewhere around the time when she was finishing her English report, she heard the door open downstairs. Muffled voices indicated that Liz and Charlie had come home. She looked at the clock and read that it was 10 am.
That wasn’t a great sign, since New York City was over four hours away.
She pushed her laptop off her lap, slowly shuffled out of her surrounding nest of papers and open books, and oh-so-quietly opened the door. She had a feeling they’d be talking about her.
“You look tired,” Josh was saying, using a tired drawl himself.
“My baby girl was in a car accident, so we didn’t get much sleep,” Charlie replied peevishly. “Finally we just gave up and checked out at six. The munchkin still sleeping?”
“You mean the intensely naughty munchkin who destroyed my car and nearly killed herself doing so?” Josh said tensely. “No. Sleep was in short supply here, as well. She needs to probably be put down for a good long nap today, because she didn’t get more than a couple of hours last night.”
“Well, she was probably scared out of her mind…” Liz replied.
“She’s not in shock. She walked from the car accident without a scrape. Which is a fucking miracle, because this is the photo the cops took of the scene.”
Sophie imagined Josh passing them a very damning photo on his cellphone, because there was a lot of silence before a gasp. “Jesus!” Charlie exclaimed. “No way is she okay, Josh! I thought it was a fender-bender. You mean she rolled it? And walked? Your car’s totaled!”
“It’s just a car.”
There was a lot of silence following that.
“What?” Josh asked defensively. “I can just buy a new car. I mean, not one like Janette,”—that was his car’s name—“but one with a five-star safety rating like Janette apparently had. The steel cage on it might have cost me a fortune in gas over the years because of the weight, but I think it’s all been put into perspective at this point. But that’s not what made me shit a brick. You know what Sophie admitted to? She was on her way home from taxiing her friends around. Three of them. Now, this sort of accident with a full car? Somebody was gonna die. The back seat was smooshed to nothing. That’s what could have happened.”
More silence.
“Sophia Lynn! I want you down here right this second!” Liz cried shrilly, not a hint of humor in her voice.
The tone made Sophie’s heart fly into her throat.
Charlie’s voice was much calmer. “Liz, we probably should talk about this first and devise a—”
“Sophia! Now!”
Sophie had trouble leaving her room now that her legs felt like they were made of lead. Her knees were so shaky, they were hard to bend with every step leading down to the first floor.
Her heart was literally beating as fast as it had been right after the accident, and was filled with that much regret. How stupid could she possibly be to get into this position?
Liz was standing in the living room like an angry goddess. She might not have slept the night before, but not a hair was out of place. She looked perfect, as usual, although frightening with her hands on her hips and a foot tilted out. Her eyes narrowed at Sophie.
Sophie wanted to scurry into a hole in a wall, if there was only one big enough.
“What were you thinking, young lady?” Liz asked. “That’s what I want to know.”
Sophie swallowed, feeling all three of them paying attention to her every movement. “I… I dunno.” And it was the truth. She was thinking pretty clearly at the time, and she was certain she’d had a thought process. But at the moment she couldn’t remember any of it.
“You don’t know?”
Sophie shook her head, daring to glance up at their disapproving faces, and then looked right back down at her feet.
“What do you mean you don’t know what you were thinking? Because a lot of bad decisions were made, and I want to know what got into your head that you thought stealing Josh’s car and taking your friends on a joyride was a good idea!”
Well, she thought she could get away with it, and it was gratifying to think she was doing it right under their noses. It had felt good to disobey them, to get back at them a little.
She wasn’t going to admit to that, and so she repeated in the same helpless mumble, “I dunno.”
“You’re going to give me a good answer before you leave this room,” Liz assured, and then she turned to Charlie and demanded, “Give me your belt.”
“Please, please!” Sophie stepped forward, her eyes widening and her hands waving around. Charlie looked less-than-sympathetic as he pulled off his belt. “Please—I don’t know why I did it. It was just stupid, okay? I get it! I really do! I’ll never do it again!”
“Not after we’re done with you, you won’t!” With Charlie’s belt in her hand, Liz strode up, grabbed Sophie by her wrist, and literally pulled her to the sofa.
Liz didn’t seem very controlled like she normally did before she spanked the stuffing out of Sophie, and so Sophie dug her heels into the carpet. “Please—no!”
At least once a day Sophie would really hate how small she was. This was sure to be one of those days that she regretted it all the way through. Liz just tightened her grip and yanked Sophie forward with ease, then tossed her over her lap.
Liz wasted no time in pinning Sophie’s legs with one of her own, keeping Sophie from kicking. Sophie gripped a nearby pillow. She’d known this was going to come, she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it, and she’d been tanned for a whole lot less.
That being said, she had angered Mommy. The belt was used with the fury of any paddle, folded in two and slashing against her panties that Liz hadn’t even bothered to pull down yet. And it was already agony!
“I’ve seen some stupid, naughty things in my day, little girl, but this takes the cake!” Every single word had a stroke of the strap
accompanying it. Sophie could barely follow. “I’ve never been so disappointed! Frightened! I am just sick to my stomach!”
There was no clawing away for escape, and Sophie knew it. This wasn’t her first time over Liz’s knee, after all, and Liz seemed even stronger than she usually did. Sophie was sweating from the exertion of trying to get away, or at least making the woman slow down for a single moment.
Right as her throat began to hurt from screaming out pleas, she looked around for Daddy, to see if he was at least overseeing to make sure Liz wouldn’t go overboard.
But she didn’t see either him or Josh. They’d walked away?
“Daddy!” she cried, but then her panties were pulled down for her trouble and she wailed.
“Daddy will see to you later, young lady! You are going to be a very—sorry—little—girl,” Liz brought down the leather even harder at these foreboding words, “by the time we’re done teaching you. You’re going to take your medicine, whether you like it or not!”
Tears began to flow, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. She was continuing her screaming, crying, and begging now, unintelligibly. Her nose was running, her face was wet, and all she could do was grip onto the pillow in front of her like it was life support.
It was pure relief when she was pulled back onto her feet and hauled into the corner. “Stay in that corner, and if you touch that red bottom of yours for a second,” she threatened, pulling Sophie’s skirts up to expose her bottom to the rest of the room, “I’m going to give you a second dose! And you better believe you’re in for a bad-baby weekend, Sophia,” she added.
“No!” she sobbed. There were a lot of parts of age-play she had never tried, and a “bad-baby” weekend had been described as throwing someone into the age-play “deep end”… Hell, she was just getting used to the shallow end of the pool!
“Oh, yes. And you know what? You did this to yourself. You’re not new here! You knew what would happen as soon as you grabbed Josh’s keys. Do you have any idea what I would have done if you got hurt? Because I don’t!”
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