“Charlie!” Liz screeched. “Really! Put me down!”
He didn’t until he carried to the much more adult bed, where he dropped her and then slapped the bottom of Liz’s skirt, which was stretched across her bent-over ass. Liz glanced at Sophie and Sophie saw… embarrassment.
It was officially impossible to even blink. Sophie was fascinated; she’d never seen Liz embarrassed before! “Charlie! Not in front of Sophie!” Liz snapped at him as Charlie pushed her onto her back and violently pushed her skirt up her thighs.
Sophie had certainly seen the two fool around. Hell, she’d been inches away a couple of times as Josh taught her how to do proper cunnilingus. She’d even walked in on Charlie and Liz in the pantry with Charlie apparently hammering her between her thighs. That being said, Sophie had turned and walked out of the room, figuring that it was less-than-couth, even in this household, to just stand there watching, maybe even grabbing some popcorn.
“Charlie, stop it!” Liz hissed as he wrinkled her skirt up toward her waist. “I don’t want—oh…” Charlie had taken one of Liz’s nipples in his mouth, and Liz’s back arched as she moaned.
Charlie began to pull Liz’s black lace panties down, then he pried her thighs, which she was rubbing sensually together, apart so that he could put his whole body between them.
He pressed his hand to the mound underneath her skirt, and Liz drew in a shaky breath before he pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices.
Sophie swallowed, her own nipples hardening like stones as she watched. She sat down on her bottom, crossed her legs, and drew a nearby stuffed animal onto her lap.
This would be her soon, she realized. Charlie would be between her thighs, sucking on her nipples, causing her to moan like that. And she couldn’t wait, except she distantly wondered if Josh would even allow it. Last night he had been so possessive, like he owned her, and that he had no intentions on sharing.
But then again, Charlie was acting the same way with Liz. He was possessing her, like an animal might his own mate. He pulled down his zipper and, at Liz’s jarred expression, he thrust his manhood aggressively into her. He grabbed her bared breasts and began to hiss something into Liz’s ear.
Sophie surreptitiously leaned forward, trying to listen to what he was telling Liz. Whatever he was saying was obviously something that Liz wanted to hear; she was opening up her body to him wantonly.
She caught the words, “Don’t you, you greedy little slut?” but just as quickly, Sophie dismissed them. She couldn’t believe Charlie—a caring daddy dom—could ever say something like that, and it seemed even more ludicrous that Liz would let it be said to her, or even relish it!
Sophie was certain that nothing could have distracted her from watching as their fucking—because that’s what it was; heavy, unadulterated fucking—reached a climax.
A diamond ring on Liz’s finger did it. The damn thing sparkled, leaving rainbow colors to speckle the walls. In fact; it wasn’t just a diamond ring. It was an iceberg attached to a platinum band.
Worry puddled in Sophie’s stomach for a moment. Liz and Charlie were engaged now, apparently, and she was beginning to think that it would mean that they would stop wanting a relationship with her.
She remembered Josh then, saying that it would never happen, and she also reminded herself that they were still putting her through a bad-baby weekend even though the engagement had already happened.
Sophie realized she would have to sit and wait to see how she was treated from today going forward. Would Charlie only see Liz sexually now? Would he continue to share her with Josh?
She chewed on the ears of the stuffed teddy bear on her lap as she watched Charlie move his hips with hard, certain strokes until Liz was screaming with ecstasy. Not long after, he gasped and his body jerked before falling limply on top of Liz.
In a few seconds, he propped himself back up on his elbow. “Relieved a little?” he asked Liz, grinning down at her. “Think you can restrain yourself from the baby girl for another twenty-four hours?” He kissed her red lips adoringly.
Liz’s face was completely pink, even as she nodded. She looked over and softened; maybe because Sophie was eating her bear like a nervous puppy. She sat up on the bed, pulling her skirt down. “Sorry, honey,” she told her, standing up on wobbling knees. “Daddy’s right. Bad girls don’t get a release until they’re done being punished.” She popped her breasts back into her bra, which had long been yanked down, and then she began to button up the front of her blouse.
Sophie wondered what would happen once she was a “good girl” again.
“And don’t be in a rush to stop baby -time, either. Enjoy it,” Charlie added with a warning in his tone, pulling himself up and zipping up his pants. “It ends with the spanking of your life.”
Chapter Sixteen
“You know that color makes you look gay.” At first, Sophie thought Charlie was talking to her. He had been talking to her as he fed her applesauce, and his attention still seemed to be on her.
That’s when she saw that Josh had come in wearing his rose-pink scrubs, pulling off his leather jacket. “I’m not concerned about homosexuality flaring up because of the colors I wear,” he told his brother smartly. “I wear this because it makes me look like a nurse. On the whole, nurses get asked a whole lot fewer questions than doctors do. I spend half the day talking about circumcision otherwise, and it’s not my favorite topic.”
He sat down next to Charlie, and Charlie looked at his crowding presence with irritation. “What are we? European? Ever hear of personal space?” Charlie grunted at him.
Josh was looking at Sophie. “I’m waiting for the invite to take over. I never get to play a daddy role,” he reminded, and it sounded as if this was something that Josh had complained about quite often in the past.
“You’re gonna be waiting a long time for that invite,” Charlie replied, giving Sophie another spoonful.
“Charlie,” Liz lectured from the kitchen, “give Josh a turn.”
Charlie scowled at Josh’s taunting look, and then passed him the applesauce and the spoon. “Crybaby,” Charlie huffed under his breath.
Josh grinned, and exchanged a teasing grin with Sophie as Charlie sulked off. “Why does my baby look so tired?” he asked them, frowning with concern. “She looks all dark under the eyes.”
“We put her to bed in the crib. I slept on the nursery bed,” Charlie added before Josh could lecture him. Josh was her main supporter in making sure she had a bed-mate every night, even when he was working. “She apparently had trouble sleeping there. I put her down for a nap already, but she’s pretty fussy still.”
Fussy, Sophie decided, was a word only used when she was acting like the baby they were treating her like. Although she had to admit to herself she was going to miss this a little bit. She wasn’t looking forward to a spanking and a load of homework, or the week filled with a tight schedule and responsibilities.
She didn’t have any responsibilities when she was a baby. Everything was done and decided for her. There was something amazingly freeing about it, even though it also made her a little emotional and needy, greedy for the attention that she had been basted in all weekend.
However, the reason she hadn’t slept well last night wasn’t the lack of someone to snuggle, nor even Charlie snoring from a few feet away. Instead, it was surely the plug that he’d put in her bottom before putting her to bed the night before. The words “anal training” came to mind; the plug was only a sliver larger than the one she’d had earlier that same day, but she still felt full, stretched, and uncomfortable.
“When does big-girl Sophie return then?” Josh asked, spooning some applesauce and coaxing her to open her mouth. This was embarrassing, but it was better than the formula they’d had her suck down the night before.
“After lunch,” Charlie said, nodding toward the food set in front of Sophie while she sat in her oversized highchair. “Then I’ll take her on a little drive and a little walk. She’ll co
me back with a little more appreciation for orders and rules.”
That sounded worrisome, indeed! She wasn’t going to get punished at home? Then where?
Josh suddenly stroked her cheek with his thumb and then jiggled the spoon. Something about his expression begged her not to worry; his kind smile always did a lot to ease her troubles. He made a ridiculous airplane sound and she hesitantly opened her mouth for some more, although she suddenly wasn’t at all hungry for it.
Josh leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Charlie’s not going to go too far,” Josh reminded her. “You know he won’t. Afterward it’ll be over and you can start fresh, okay?” She knew he was talking to her like a frightened child, and undoubtedly that was how she looked.
She was surprised to discover that Josh was just as much into age-play as Charlie and Liz were; in fact, the night before, after he woke up from sleeping most of the day away, he came up and changed her diaper. He promised her that if she was a good baby in the future, then these games would be even “funner” for her. Being treated like a baby, in other words, normally didn’t have to be part of a bad-baby weekend. There were good-baby weekends, as well.
Such things were an exciting concept.
But right now, Daddy was sitting at the table, finishing his own food, and surely about to teach her a lesson she’d never forget as soon as he was done.
She was miserable and distracted by the idea of more spanking, since she certainly thought yesterday’s belting (and the paddling from the day before) was as much as her still-tender bottom could handle. Especially now that her diaper had rubbed her skin raw. Apparently her expression looked sickly, because Josh put his hand across her forehead, then replaced it with his wrist for a better assessment.
“I’m putting you to bed early tonight,” he informed her. “That’s not a punishment, that’s just what’s going to happen. I don’t let my babies get sick.”
She smiled crookedly at him, mostly because she thought it was sweet that he was such a worry-wart about her health. She was certain that he spent more time trying to prevent any sickness than he would caring for her if she’d actually gotten a cold or a flu.
“She done?” Charlie asked, suddenly standing behind Josh, who had scraped the last of her lunch out of her apple sauce cup with his spoon.
Josh looked up. “Yeah. Her immune system has to be teetering, so make sure she doesn’t get poison ivy during your little outing.”
“I’m glad you said something,” Charlie said, his voice full of sarcasm, “because I was just going to have her roll around in it.”
Josh gave Charlie his best ‘Don’t be a smart-ass’ glare before he stood up and walked to the fridge, giving Charlie full access to her. Charlie took the tabletop off the highchair and then began to put socks and sneakers on her. After her nap, he had dressed her in coveralls, which were true to their name. They even hid her puffy, bulky diaper.
After Charlie put shoes on her, he unbelted her from the chair and picked her up. Her arms slung habitually around his neck and he carried her out to the car, where he put her in the backseat and buckled her up, then pulled a pacifier out of his pocket and put it into her mouth. “I know it’s not easy not to talk and ask questions. You’ve been a very, very good girl this weekend. I’m proud of you,” he told her patiently.
If he hadn’t said that, they wouldn’t have made it out of the driveway without her launching a million questions at him. As it was, she stayed quiet and sucked on her pacifier as he drove her away, and in fifteen minutes they were in what she could call the wilderness. There was nothing but trees and a field out there, with no houses or people around at all.
She hadn’t even been aware there were places like this in Massachusetts. It was a far cry from what she’d been used to in Boston.
When Charlie came to her side of the car and unbuckled her, he surprised her by also unbuckling the straps of her coveralls. He tugged off her pants, then picked her up and put her down on the ground in front of the car. He plucked out her pacifier, put it on the seat, and then unlatched the Velcro closing of her diaper.
She blushed as he removed it, leaving her in late spring air, which was cool and nipping at her skin, naked from the waist-down except for her socks and sneakers.
“All right, sweetie. Your bad-baby weekend is over,” he announced, then closed the door of the SUV and pulled her along behind him toward the tree line.
She dug in her heels. “Daddy!” she whined, now that she was apparently free to talk. “I’m not wearing pants!”
“That fact has not escaped me,” was his uncaring response, his firm hold on her wrist only tightening when she tried to slow him down.
“Daddy!” she whined again. “What are we—!”
“I’m teaching you how to search for your own switch,” he replied tersely. “And you don’t get to wear any pants when you’re doing it! I want you to know exactly what you’ve set yourself up for.”
The skin on her bottom was already tingling with anticipation. She had never been switched before, but she’d been threatened with it as something she wanted to avoid at all costs. Supposedly, Charlie and Josh had been switched a lot as boys and they had a deep appreciation for the discomfort it caused.
“You see this?” He picked up a stick and showed it to her. “You’re going to want it pliable, moist, fresh, and thicker than this. You do not want it breaking when I’m spanking you, because if I have to go out and choose one for you, you will not like my choice. Bring me two.” He put a pocketknife into her hands. “You have five minutes to meet me at the car.”
She stood staring at him as he turned and marched back toward the car, leaving her standing by a bunch of trees, half-naked and alone.
She didn’t need five minutes to find two switches like he’d described; in fact, time seemed to be ticking slowly by. She prayed that there weren’t any hikers out here; people to come see her shame of running around in a long-sleeved t-shirt with belt welts still covering her bottom. It was obvious that she was in the middle of a punishment. Even her shoulders were rigid and tight from the humiliation and her anxiousness.
Daddy had opened the hatchback of his car and was sitting on the floor of his trunk. He watched her approach with a very stern expression, even though her eyes implored forgiveness. “I won’t do anything like what I did ever again. I promise,” she panted, and not because of the small hike she had to go on to find the proper sticks, but because she was suddenly short of breath in general. It didn’t seem like the world held enough air.
He put out his hand to silently demand the sticks from her. She slowly and hesitantly handed them to him, chewing her bottom lip. He began to strip the bark from them. “I know you won’t do that ever again, Sophia,” he said in a very firm, ominous way. “But you know what could have happened? What would have occurred if you were in a car accident with your friends in the car? You know why you don’t have a driver’s license yet? It’s because you’re not practiced enough to drive on your own.”
She pulled the front of her t-shirt in front of her bald mound as much as she could as she stood there, getting lectured and watching him prepare his tools for her punishment. “I know,” she replied apologetically.
When she was about to look at her own shoes, she got caught up by what she saw when he stood up. His bulge couldn’t be more obvious. Charlie Hobbes was about to punish her soundly, and he was aroused.
“Are you a sadist?” she suddenly asked, unable to keep the accusation out of her tone.
He looked up for a second before continuing to strip the bark off the switch. “No,” he told her. “Or at least not very. I don’t enjoy causing you pain, but I do enjoy seeing you punished, contrite, and walking around embarrassed because you’re not wearing any pants, because I ordered you to. I like the control, Sophie. I get off on that; but that’s not something that’s going to make me punish you for longer than your deserve. That, and I’m not the one who put Josh’s keys into your pocket. You’ve got your
own demons to wrestle with. Besides, I don’t mix sex and real punishment. You know that.”
He pointed to the car. “Bend over, put your hands flat.”
She took a tentative step forward, and then eventually pressed her palms against the soft lining of the floor of the trunk compartment of the SUV.
“Bottom out,” Charlie ordered, and she bent down slowly, already wincing from the pain she expected to come.
Charlie didn’t waste any time. She heard the first switch whistle through the air before it landed. She felt like something had cut into her.
She shrieked, stood, and put her hands protectively behind her, feeling around for a cut that wasn’t there. The slice had been liquid fire!
“Back into position,” Charlie demanded.
She shook her head, her heart thudding in her chest. “No. Please, Daddy—don’t do this!”
Charlie sighed, grabbed her upper arm, and then put his knee up on the edge of the bumper. He then flung her over that knee, hoisting her up far too high for her to even come within a foot of the ground. “You’re going to get a lot more than I would have given if you’d learned how to stay still, young lady!”
“No!” she screeched. “No, Daddy! Please!”
It was no use. Out here, there was nobody to cry to, nobody to come to her aid, whether it created drama or not. There was no sympathy to be found, nothing to be done for her. She was completely at Daddy’s mercy.
She found she feared the sound of the pain coming on nearly as much as the pain itself. The stroke would only sting like lightning fire for a moment before it ebbed into an itch that couldn’t be scratched, but the sound itself was ominous, and would cause her to gasp too early; it made her sick.
There was never any hope of fighting Charlie off; he was the size of a bear. He kept her firmly planted with a hand on her back as he brought the switch rhythmically down on her.
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