Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2)

by Breanna Hayse

  "What are you talking about?" Ian asked.

  "Well, since they are actually sisters, that provides a little extra benefit that neither of you will be allowed to argue about. Carlton? Did you get my message?" Caine asked.

  "I did, old boy. It's all taken care of," Carlton said, wrapping his arm around Ian's shoulders. "Welcome to the family, Mr. Foreman."

  "What? I'm just a construction—" Ian began.

  "Do you have wax in your ears? I said—"

  "I heard what you said and stop that! You're a grown man, for God's sake!" Ian cringed as Carlton stuck a saliva-moistened fingertip into his ear for an old-fashioned 'wet willy'.

  "I'm a Daddy Dom, and that gives me permission to play. Isn't that right, my sweet girls?" The industrialist laughed. "Back to what I was saying; why didn't you tell anyone that you had a degree in architectural engineering? It was very naughty of you to hide that fact from me, including your contribution to the building projects around Dallas. You are overqualified as a worker, hence, you will be my foreman. No arguments."

  "I'm speechless," Ian said quietly.

  "It's about time. My foreman gets special benefits, especially if he's into the lifestyle. First, a bonus. You may have your pick of any unpurchased house in the community and full access to Lake Bridgeport Recreation Center and Yacht Club, plus all its facilities," Carlton said.

  "No kidding?"

  "That's only if you decide to stay here at Little Lake Bridgeport. Otherwise, I'll give you a cash bonus of twenty-five grand. The condition is that you agree to remain on board as my foreman for five years."

  "I'll stay on even without the bonus. Thank you!" Ian held out his hand to Carlton, who pulled him into an enormous bear hug.

  "I'm glad to hear that. Savannah wants the house, don't you?"

  "I want this house!"

  "You can't have this house, honey. It's already purchased—"

  "Sure she can have it," Layton said, tousling her hair. "We're not going to move in to it, and they are already comfortable. It's theirs if they want it. Just transfer the deed and give us another one."

  "Do you mean it, Uncle Layton?" Savannah's eyes were wide with wonder.

  "You have my word—oof!" He grunted as she rushed against his stomach and squeezed.

  "You people are incredible. Thank you again, so much. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," Ian said.

  "You're family, son. There is nothing we won't do for you," Carlton said affectionately, petting May's ponytail.

  "Does that include spanking my naughty little girl?" Ian's eyes twinkled as he glanced at May. "Someone decided to try to hide from me while at the hospital today, and thought she'd talked herself out of a paddling that was promised to her."

  "That's not fair!" Savannah stomped her foot.

  "Actually, it is. Don't I also owe you one for calling me an 'asshole' the night that you came home?" Caine asked, raising his eyebrow.

  Savannah shook her head. "No! I was on drugs and you were probing around… you were being a jerk!"

  "No, he wasn't. He was doing his job and you kept getting mouthy," Ian stated matter-of-factly. "I think I also promised you one for dropping F-bombs recently, too."

  "Whose side are you on?" Savannah demanded with a pout.

  Caine held out his hand. "Come on, my dear. It's time you got to experience what a real bottom warming feels like. Ian? Are you coming?"

  "Absolutely."

  "This fucking sucks!" Savannah shouted, making every eyebrow in the room raise except for May's. She hid her face in her hands.

  "Would you rather this spanking took place right here in front of everybody? I'd be happy to oblige," Caine said.

  "We have a clubhouse rule that states that spanking given as a result of public offense is administered by every Dom and Domme present," Carlton said cheerfully. "That means the four of us will all have a hand in disciplining your bottom. Won't that be fun, gentlemen?"

  "No! May, help me—"

  "You guys are being mean, so stop teasing her. Daddy? Did she really call you an asshole?" May asked.

  "She did." Caine offered an amused smile.

  "Sorry, Vanna, but I can't help you out of that one. As for us playing in the hospital, it was my idea."

  "May, don't…" Savannah whispered.

  "It sounds like there are two little girls who are about to get their bottoms paddled." Layton chuckled, sitting back on the couch and picking up the remote for the TV. "Let me know when you're done. I'm in the mood for a pizza and I don't want to order anything until the screaming dies down."

  "You aren't very funny." May scowled.

  Carlton joined him and wrestled the remote away. "I think he's a riot. I really need a Little girl of my own to play with. Having nieces is great, but I hate going home to an empty house."

  "You'll find her soon enough. Have you met the girls at the safe house yet?" Caine asked, taking the remote away from both of them and flipping on the Disney channel.

  "I haven't had a chance to go back over there yet. I was thinking about next week."

  "I'll go with you," Layton volunteered. "It's been a while since I've harassed Sri, and you can help. If we bring Maybelle, we can blame her."

  "See, Daddy? I told you he was bad!" May pointed at her other husband.

  "Yes, my dear, I know how bad he is. Chop! Chop! Both you ladies get your noses in the corner of the master bedroom and wait for us."

  "But, Daddy…"

  "Uncle Caine…"

  His finger pointed the way and, with stomping feet, both girls retreated to the back of the house.

  Chapter 15

  "Are you sure you want me to spank Savannah? We don't allow May to be disciplined by anyone other than Sri, so I can understand if you aren't comfortable with me doing it."

  "I want to see what you do. I've never watched a real spanking before, except on the internet. And I know those are staged," Ian answered.

  "I'll do May first. It will build Savannah's anticipation level."

  "You know that May lied. She was being dragged by Vanna all over the place. I saw it."

  "Of course I know that she lied! She gets this funny little twitch in the corner of her eye that she thinks I don't notice, and then acts shocked when I call her on it." Caine laughed. "You'll see how I handle that, too. When it's Savannah's turn, I'll warm her up for calling me names and then you get to finish it for her making you worry at the hospital, and her F-bombs. Ready?"

  The two girls were in their respective corners, and predictably shifting from one foot to the other in anticipation. Caine winked at Ian, crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. Ian stood next to him, mimicking his posture.

  "Ladies? Stand here in front of me," Caine said.

  May obeyed quickly, her hands held contritely behind her back and her face to the ground. Savannah dragged her feet, hesitation and fear written across her brow, until she finally stood in front of the tall, handsome man. Tears had already started to form in her eyes.

  "I'm really sorry that I called you an asshole. I didn't know you like I do now."

  Caine used his thumb to wipe a single drop from her cheek. "Even calling a stranger that word isn't nice. Don't worry, your spanking won't be too severe, but you will know that I mean business when I say something." He then looked at his little wife. "And you, Maybelle Corrine… lying to me? I thought you knew better than that."

  "I didn't lie!"

  "And there you go again," he clucked. "Haven't you learned by now that lying never pays off? Ian saw Savannah yanking you around. Why didn't you just tell the truth?"

  "I didn't want her to get in more trouble, Daddy," May said quietly. "We just discovered that we're real sisters! We should be celebrating, not getting spanked. This whole day is ruined!"

  "Good try, but not very convincing. I know how you think, remember?" Caine placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face. "Lying is a severe transgression in my book, isn't it?"

  "Yes,
sir." May dropped her eyes.

  "Why?"

  "Because you want to be able to believe everything I tell you and not second guess yourself when you do something." She sounded defeated.

  "What else?"

  "Because trust and honesty are the most important things in our relationship next to love. I'm sorry," she said, her lip quivering with guilt.

  "I am, too. Why are you crying, Savannah? I haven't even gotten to you yet," Caine said.

  She hid her face in her hands. "It's my fault. I didn't want anyone to be in trouble, especially on my account. I'm so sorry. Please don't punish her for trying to guard me."

  "Look at me." He waited until she obeyed. "Do I seem to be the kind of man who is unfair and vengeful?"

  "No. But you're unpredictable. At least, to me."

  "That's because you don't know me well enough. Maybelle knows exactly what to expect from me at all times and you will learn the same. I can't say the same for Layton."

  "And as long as these men are part of our family, I will give them full permission to do whatever is needed to help keep you on the straight and narrow," Ian added firmly. "I trust their experience and their wisdom, and am relying on them to teach me what I need to become the best daddy and husband for you. This is what you want, isn't it?"

  "Yeah, but—"

  "Then consequences for bad behavior are included. Go sit down and wait your turn. May? You know the routine," Caine said firmly.

  "In front of them? Daddy…" She looked stricken as he sat on the edge of the bed.

  "Do I need to tell you again? If so, you will retrieve the hairbrush from the car."

  With a plaintive mewl, May draped her body across his lap and grabbed hold of his trouser legs. Caine raised his eyebrow and glanced up at Ian before saying, "Really? Do you honestly think that I'm going to spank you over your shorts?"

  "But, Daddy!"

  "Drop them, young lady. This is the last time I'm going to tell you what I expect. You know better than this."

  Mumbling under her breath, May stood up, unbuttoned her shorts, and then lowered them to the upper backs of her thighs. She returned to her position over his knees, her grumbling audible.

  "You aren't making a very good case for yourself. When I say to drop your pants, I mean it. Very well, have it your way," Caine said, raising his arm and delivering a strong, unyielding slap to the back of her thigh.

  May shrieked and quickly reached under her body to pull her panties down to reveal half of her backside and the bright, red splotch upon her right thigh. A second smack landed on her other thigh, and May wriggled down her panties and shorts until her sit-spots were revealed. "That's better. Now, let's get to it. Lying, Maybelle? I don't care for what reason or even if it's innocent, it is absolutely taboo in our home."

  His hand struck the curved portion of her snowy cheek with a resounding crack and an accompanied yowl. Taking Layton's advice to prevent her from 'drifting' as she loved to do, he spanked her with determined purpose, varying the rhythm and target regions. He could hear Savannah's gasps as May's bottom slowly transformed from a creamy white to a crimson red. It wasn't the most serious spanking that he had given her, not by a long shot, but by being in front of an audience, and not allowing her to go into subspace, it would definitely be one of the most effective ones.

  The sound of her trying to choke back tears was his clue to cease. His goal was simply to teach her and Savannah a valuable lesson about telling the truth, and to accept the consequences.

  "You're probably wondering why I was so lenient," he explained to Ian. "I wanted immediate submission, which she gave. A Daddy Dom needs to be consistent, in both love and discipline, and that's what I needed to enforce with my little May."

  He patted her backside gently and then pulled her panties up over her red, swollen mounds. Standing her between his knees, Caine adjusted her shorts and then placed his big hands on her waistline, looking at her in the eye. "No more lying?"

  "No, Daddy, no more lying. I promise," May cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and climbing back onto his lap. He kissed and cuddled her, giving her the physical reassurance that she needed to know that she was loved beyond any transgression that she could commit.

  "I love you, babygirl," he said, pulling her arms from his neck and holding her hands so that he could look at her. He kissed her knuckles and then patted her thigh. "Do you need corner time?"

  "No, sir," she sniffled. "I won't do it again."

  "I believe you. Go wash your face and go back to Layton while Ian and I deal with Savannah."

  Caine waited until May had left the room and then beckoned to the terror-stricken redhead. "Your turn."

  "I can't do this. Please don't make me." She trembled.

  "Caine…" Ian began. "She's too scared and—"

  "Savannah, come over here," Caine said softly, pointing to the spot in front of him. He took her hands in his and gently ran over the tops of her knuckles with his thumbs. "I know you're scared because this is new to you. It's going to hurt, but it will not harm you. Do you trust me?"

  "Yes, but…"

  "Then trust that this is for your best. A first time offense of calling me an asshole isn't severe, but I made a promise that you would be spanked for it and I'm a man of my word. Now, over my knee."

  He didn't wait for her to obey and gently forced her over himself, easily pinning her in place with his left arm across her back and cradled around her waist. He glanced up at Ian and gestured to her skirt, waiting for the nod.

  "Name calling is a very naughty thing and it hurts people's feelings. Your father called you names and it hurt you, didn't it?"

  "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was just mad," Savannah muttered.

  "Even so, it's not right. This spanking isn't because you hurt my feelings, it's because of your disrespect and the promise I made. I'm going to do something that I've never done before because you are new to this. I'm going to warm you up, but this will be the last time." Caine shifted his leg so that her bottom pointed upwards and smoothed the material of her light dress down across the shapely globes. She whimpered as he lifted his hand away and then yipped when it fell upon the protruding mounds.

  Four more swats followed and he felt her stiffen and then relax against him, signaling that her fear had lessened. Placing his hand on the backs of her bare knees, he drew it up towards her bottom, lifting the skirt out of the way.

  "No…"

  "Hush now. This spanking will be on the bare backside, so be aware that is coming." The swat that landed upon her pale blue panties was hard, and she immediately tried to twist away. "You're not going anywhere and if you try to fight me, you are only going to wear yourself out. You will also discover how much protection even the thinnest layer of material can give you."

  Another four swats plummeted against her buttocks, making her squeal and beg him to stop. A shrill cry escaped her when his fingers hooked under the waistband of the panties. "No! No more! It hurts!"

  "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you have this coming. The sooner you submit to it, the sooner it will be over with. And I will be spanking you until you give in."

  "You're going to kill me! Ian! Daddy! Help me!" Savannah cried out as the first slap bounced against her flesh. Unlike for May's spanking, Caine delivered the strokes to Savannah's bottom with precise rhythm and equal intensity. She yelled, cried, wiggled and twisted to escape, losing her panties in the process and easily exhausting herself before even ten swats had fallen. By about twenty, her bottom had shifted to a lovely hue of pink rather than a beet red, proving that his palm was not delivering what it was capable of.

  He was testing her as much as she was testing him and, after not receiving the satisfactory cry of submission, he increased his intensity just a tad and sent her into another dance from the stinging pain. She finally let go of her tears and her frantic kicks were reduced to a simple lifting of the leg. He paused, resting his hand on her cheeks.

  "No more name calling?"
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  "Never, I promise," she sobbed.

  Pulling her to her feet, he kissed her forehead and then hugged her warmly. "You've got a beautiful bottom to spank. Next time I won't be as nice, okay?"

  "Okay." She sniffled. "I'm sorry."

  "No rubbing. I think your daddy has something to say to you, as well. Go."

  He watched Savannah shuffle over to Ian and hug him before he, too, held her at arm's length.

  "I'm not at all happy about you running off and hiding at the hospital. With your father looking for you, how do you think that made me feel?" Ian said.

  "I wasn't thinking of him. I just wanted to play with May. I was so happy about getting my casts off."

  "I know that, but it made me worry. We can't have that again, understand?"

  "Yes."

  "Yes, Daddy," Caine corrected firmly.

  Savannah blushed and looked down. "Yes, Daddy."

  "I think it's time that I also establish myself as the disciplinarian in our home, and it starts now. This means no more swearing, as well. Bend over my lap, Savannah. If you procrastinate, I will ask for Caine's hairbrush." Quickly, the girl obeyed and muttered protests as he lifted her skirt out of the way to reveal a bright pink backside. "Your rear end isn't even close to the color of May's! Uncle Caine was incredibly lenient with you, wasn't he?"

  "I guess so." She pouted. Ian smacked the back of her thigh. "Yes! Yes, he was lenient!"

  "I'm not going to be. If I expect you to respect me, then I need to be solid in my place in your life, don't I?"

  "Yes, sir," her mumbled answer was heard.

  "If I may make a suggestion," Caine said. "Since you are both new to this, it is vital that Savannah is honest with you, even if it means a tender rump. She needs to tell you if she feels adequately disciplined for making you worry. To start with, she needs to be honest about the strength of your strokes. When she's reached the point of too much, add just a little more."

  "I can't tell him to spank me harder! Do you think I'm crazy? He likes this!" Savannah shouted, struggling against the position she was pinned in.

  "Not crazy, honest. It's even harder to be a daddy than it is to be a little girl. We don't like to hurt you, but will do so to make you the best you can be. Ian, show her how much you love her."