“Please, no more, Eliot,” she cried out as they reached halfway.
“You can take it, baby,” he told her quietly. “You need to know that your behavior wasn’t acceptable. We love you too much to allow you to be so reckless with your safety. These rules are there so we can protect you honey. Now, take these last ten like a good girl.”
Addy yelled out as the paddle landed again. Sobbing, she asked him for another one. By the time her punishment was over, she was exhausted, crying heavily. Dash untied her and picking her up, carried her to the rocking chair, holding her on his lap. Eliot tucked a blanket around her as Dash rocked her until she calmed.
*****
Addy rolled over in bed and moaned as her bottom hit the mattress. God, Dash had gone to town with his hand and then Eliot had put the paddle to work. She really wouldn’t be sitting down for a week.
But after her spanking, Eliot had brought her in a sandwich and fed it to her. Then Dash had lain with her on the bed and held her until she fell asleep.
She looked over at the clock, wow, it was three already? She’d been sleeping for hours. And she had to admit, she felt far better than she had before. Not that she’d be telling Eliot and Dash that any time soon.
“Ahh, I see you’re awake.”
Addy smiled as Dash entered and sat beside her on the bed. He leaned down and kissed her, stirring her blood. God, she loved him, wanted him. She rubbed her legs together as her clit throbbed.
“That I am,” she said huskily. “Would you like to join me in bed?”
One of the truly wonderful things about being in a domestic discipline relationship such as hers was that a punishment wiped the slate clean. No lingering resentment or harsh feelings.
Dash clasped a breast in his hand, running his thumb over her nipple. Addy shivered as pleasure raced through her body. He pushed the covers aside, baring her breasts. His eyes darkened.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured before leaning down and taking one nipple in his mouth. He pinched her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He used his tongue on nipple, flicking it gently.
Addy groaned. “Dash, oh Dash, that feels so good,” she moaned.
He kissed down her stomach, pushing the covers off entirely. “Part your legs, baby, show me that pretty pussy.”
With a whimper, she did as he said. Dash kneeled between her legs, staring at her until she blushed.
“Hold yourself open, baby. I want to see that lovely little clit.”
“Dash,” she groaned but did as he said. It wasn’t something he hadn’t demanded of her before, but still she felt embarrassed every time.
She pulled the lips of her pussy apart.
“Simply amazing.” Dash leaned down. “Keep them apart,” he ordered before licking her folds. A long, lazy lick of his tongue.
“Delicious,” he murmured before sucking on her clit. He then flicked at it with his tongue until Addy was writhing, so turned on she could barely catch her breath.
Dash speared her with two fingers. “Ahh, nice and wet, exactly how I like you. Remember, no coming until I tell you.”
“Dash, please,” she cried out.
Suddenly, he sat back on his haunches.
“Hands and knees, sweetheart,” he ordered. “I want to see that red bottom as I take you.”
Addy sent him a dirty look.
“That’s kind of sick,” she muttered even as she moved. She had to come in the worst way and arguing would just delay things.
“I love your bottom, what’s sick about that?” he asked innocently.
Addy stared over her shoulder at Dash as he ran a hand over her sore bottom.
“You deserved this, sweetie.”
She sighed. “I know.”
His hand travelled between her legs and he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
“I love how you’re always wet for me.”
“Ah-hmm,” she sighed, dropping her head and letting the pleasure overtake her. When he took her, it was hard and fast. He entered her with a firm thrust. Addy cried out at the pleasure. Dash moved hard and fast, thrusting his hips.
“God, baby, you feel amazing,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.” He rubbed her clit faster. “Come with me.”
Addy took a deep breath and screamed as she came in a huge rush. Dash soon followed her with a deafening roar.
“Wow,” she sighed as she collapsed on the bed. Dash rolled onto the bed beside her and she cuddled close. “That was amazing.”
He clasped her bottom in his hands, squeezing softly. “That it was.” A heavy slap landed on her bottom and she squealed.
“What was that for?” she complained.
“Time to get up. You’ve yet to hear the rest of your punishment and I want you to eat something. Plus, Eliot should be finished with his paperwork by now.”
“More punishment?” she squealed.
He tossed her a large t-shirt. “You can wear this, no panties. Come on now.”
“But Dash,” she whimpered as she placed the shirt over her head and followed him. “I’m really sorry.” And sore, she was really sore.
They walked into the kitchen to find Eliot at the fridge. He pulled out some yoghurt then grabbed an apple from the basket, placing them on the table.
“Have fun?” he asked, his eyes twinkling. Addy couldn’t help but smile at him even as she stood, not wanting to sit after her punishment.
“Sit, Addy, eat,” Eliot ordered.
“I don’t want to.” No way did she want to sit on her bottom.
Eliot just stared at her, waiting for her to comply. She sat with a hiss then picked up the apple. A glass of juice and her vitamins were placed on the table. She swallowed them down, eating as quickly as she could so she could stand again.
“Right, we need to talk about the rest of your punishment,” Eliot said.
“But I—”
“You don’t want to talk right now, Addy-girl,” Eliot said quietly. She stopped fidgeting and listened.
“For the next week there will be no TV, no computer and no phone. You are not permitted to see your friends or to leave the property.”
Addy’s jaw dropped. “You have got to be kidding me! Who the hell do you two think you a-www?”
She screamed as Eliot grabbed her by the waist and deposited her face down on his lap. His hand descended heavily on her bare bottom. It wasn’t long until Addy was screaming her apology, her legs kicking as she attempted to free herself. But he didn’t stop until she had collapsed, limp, unable to speak.
When she found herself on her feet, Addy reached back to rub her bottom only to have Dash grab her hands and place them on top of her head. He then prodded her over to the corner and pushed her nose against the wall. He patted her on the bottom gently, but even that slight touch was enough to have her hissing.
“You just stay there and have a nice, long think about the attitude, darling,” he murmured.
*****
“Bend over.”
Michelle couldn’t hold in the whimper at the hard command. She’d just finished the dinner dishes and had hoped to sneak off to bed early. No such luck.
“Now, Michelle, before I add to what you have coming.”
Michelle took a step backward, before she split her legs and bent over. The t-shirt she wore rode up over her back, baring her to her husband’s gaze.
Rick was still upset with her. Not just for her disobedience during the weekend, but also for the way she’d treated Addy.
“How often are you going to punish me, Rick?” she asked tearfully. “I really am sorry.”
He sighed. “Are you? I don’t know. I feel like you’re not being truthful with yourself, Michelle. Stand up.”
She stood and looked at him in surprise, shocked by the weariness in his eyes. She felt a stab of panic. Was he getting sick of her?
“Come here.” He held out his hand and she eagerly walked over to him, needing reassurance. He tugged her onto his lap and held her tight.
“Miche
lle, do you feel that you need to be punished?” Rick asked.
She shifted now, uncomfortable. She hated talking about punishments and discipline. Felt silly and unsure even after two years of marriage to this man.
“No,” she replied, not certain whether she was speaking the truth or not.
“So you believe your life would be better, our life together would be improved, if I didn’t discipline you?” he asked.
Panic hit her, but she breathed through it and answered him calmly. “What are you talking about, Rick?”
“I’ve been thinking long and hard about this, Michelle, and I’ve decided that I am not going to discipline you again until you ask me to.”
Her jaw dropped. Never, in the two years they had been together, had he ever made her ask to be punished. She couldn’t ask, could she?
“After what you said to Addy, I realized that you still don’t understand that you need my discipline; need it to be happy, to feel safe and secure. So I’m taking it away. I think you’ll find it hard to ask, Michelle. But I also think we both need to do this.”
“Are you giving up on me, Rick?” she asked in a small voice.
He hugged her tighter. “No, baby, never.”
Michelle rubbed at her tummy, feeling it burn a little.
“Do you need some little girl time, honey?” her large husband asked her. She nodded her head. She knew it was odd that she couldn’t admit to her husband that she needed his strict discipline, yet she could admit her need to be Rick’s little girl.
She didn’t know why, but this part of their relationship was easier for her. Perhaps, because when she was a little girl, there was absolutely no choice. What Rick said went. But when she was an adult, she felt the need to put up a token protest.
“Go and strip and lie on the bed, baby girl.”
Michelle did as she was told. She lay waiting on the bed, sucking her thumb for comfort when Rick walked in carrying her baby stuff. She shivered a little in pleasure and relief.
“Uh-uh, are you allowed to suck your thumb, Shelley?” Rick scolded lightly. She shook her head and took her thumb out. Immediately a pacifier was placed in her mouth. She sucked on it peacefully.
Rick grabbed her feet in one hand and lifted her bottom, placing a large cloth diaper beneath it. He then covered her privates in cream and powder before doing her up tight. As soon as the diaper covered her, Michelle felt instantly better. She relaxed and smiled a little.
“There’s my baby girl.” Rick tickled her lightly. “How about a bottle then a nap, hmm?”
Michelle nodded, happier than she’d been in a long time.
Chapter Four
“Come here, Addy,” Dash’s voice was stern. Addy turned and walked toward him. He reached behind her and patted her bottom. “What do you have to say to Eliot?”
Addy felt like she’d stood in that corner for hours, but looking at the clock she saw that it had only been thirty minutes.
“I’m sorry for arguing, Eliot,” she said sincerely.
Eliot nodded then stood. “I’m going to password lock the computer and take your cell and keys, miss. Understand?”
She nodded, feeling miserable. Eliot came over and took her into his arms. Immediately, she felt better as she snuggled into his chest. She always felt so safe and loved in his arms. The feeling was only matched when she was in Dash’s arms. And when they both surrounded her, well, the feeling was out of this world.
“I’m only strict because I love you so much, Addy. You scare me sometimes. I don’t ever want to lose you. I adore you.” Eliot leaned down and kissed her. “Behave.”
With that, he left the room.
“I’d better go help him. We’re going to do some work in the stables.” Dash gave her his own hug. “Stay inside and keep warm, okay?”
*****
Michelle opened her eyes slowly, blinking blurrily. She’d slept deeply; she always did sleep better as a little girl. She moved her legs, feeling the full diaper around her privates. It was wet and she felt uncomfortable. She let out a slight cry.
It didn’t take Rick long to come, he always kept the baby monitor close. He stepped into the room and immediately picked her up, snuggling her close. Michelle sighed, loving the feel of his arms so securely surrounding her.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmured quietly, kissing her gently on her forehead. He reached down and stuck his finger between her diaper and thigh, feeling around.
“Seems like someone has a full diaper. Time for a change.”
Rick easily lifted her up and carried her to the change table. Laying her on her back, he undid her diaper. Michelle let out a sigh of relief as he pulled the wet diaper off. Rick chuckled.
“Feel better?” he asked.
Michelle nodded and smiled. Rick parted her thighs and wiped her clean. He lifted her legs up, placing a clean diaper under her bottom. Then he wiped cream over her privates and did up the diaper.
“All done, little one.” Rick patted her diaper. “Nice and dry. Although probably not for long.”
“Daddy,” she moaned as he smiled.
“Come on then. You can play for a bit while I get you some breakfast.”
Picking her up again, Rick carried her into the living room. Michelle saw that he’d put up her playpen and pouted a little.
“I don’t like the playpen, Daddy,” she complained as he placed her inside.
“Well, little girls need playpens so they don’t wander off and touch things they’re not supposed to.”
She scrunched up her face but began to play happily once Rick left the room. He returned shortly carrying a bib and a plate. Placing them on the coffee table, he moved to the playpen.
“Time for breakfast, sweetheart.”
Michelle held up her arms and Rick helped her out of the playpen and sat her on the sofa. Then he slipped a bright blue bib over her head and scooped up some porridge onto a spoon.
Michelle shook her head, her lips firmly closed.
“You’re going to eat this, little girl,” Rick said sternly. “It’s good for you.”
“Nuh-uh, yucky. Want sweets.”
“No way. Open your mouth.”
She shook her head again. Rick gave her a stern look before flipping her over his knee and pulling down her diaper to give her five sharp swats.
“Ow, what happened to no punishment until I asked for one?” she asked him, slipping into being an adult.
“That doesn’t apply to little Michelle. Little Michelle knows how to ask for what she needs,” he replied.
He fixed her diaper before sitting her up.
“Now, open up and eat your breakfast before I decide you need some medicine up your bottom.”
Michelle knew exactly what that meant. No way did she want an enema and butt plug. She opened her mouth immediately and he placed the spoonful inside. Actually, the porridge wasn’t so bad; Rick always sweetened it with honey. But still, it looked yuck.
And she’d rather have sweets.
“Good girl,” Rick praised her.
Michelle had just finished eating when the doorbell rang. She immediately frowned, not ready to become a big girl again. She expected Rick to pick her up and take her to their room before opening the door; instead he got up, and placing her on the sofa, went to the door. When he came back their next door neighbor followed him.
Michelle immediately blushed. What was Rick thinking? She squirmed, wondering if she could cover her diaper up with a cushion.
“Thanks for coming over, Jon,” Rick said.
“My pleasure. Hello Shelley, my you’re a beautiful little girl.”
Jon, their handsome, single neighbor crouched before the couch and patted her knee gently. Michelle looked up at Rick, confused. He never exposed her like this to anyone who wasn’t into age play themselves. So did that mean Jon was?
“Jon’s come over to fix the washing machine, baby girl. So I can wash your pretty little dresses.”
Michelle blushed hard as Jo
n chuckled. “I remember that. I had a little girl like you once, Shelley.”
His eyes grew sad and Michelle immediately wanted to comfort him. She reached out and patted his cheek. He smiled.
“Where is your little girl?” she asked.
“I’m afraid my little girl left. When your Daddy mentioned you, well, I just had to meet you.”
Michelle had, of course, met Jon many times. But she knew what he was talking about. He’d wanted to meet baby Michelle.
“Speaking of diapers, I’d better check yours, little girl,” Rick said. “Lean forward.”
Michelle gaped at him. “Daddy,” she complained.
“Shelley, do you another spanking?” Rick growled.
Blushing wildly, Michelle leaned forward as Rick pulled her diaper away and peered down her bottom. He then reached around and pushed a finger between her thigh and diaper.
“Ahh, just as I thought, she always pees a lot in the morning. Please excuse us while I changer her. Shelley gets rashes easily and I don’t like to leave her in a wet diaper.”
“Of course,” Jon said with a smile and stood back as Rick picked Michelle up and carried her to the change table in the bedroom.
He laid her down and undid her diaper, wiping her clean.
“Hope you don’t mind, sweetheart,” he explained. “But Jon mentioned his wife and how she used to be his baby girl. I could see how sad he was, and well…” Rick shrugged. Michelle grabbed his hand, squeezed and smiled, letting him know she understood and approved. He smiled back and did her up in a new diaper. He brushed a kiss across her tummy then carried her back into the living room and put her in the playpen.
“The washing machine is this way,” he directed Jon.
Michelle didn’t know how long they were gone, but she was busy playing when they returned. Jon brushed his hand over her hair.
“What you playing there, little one?” Jon asked her. Michelle liked the way his voice sounded, soft but masculine.
“Tea party. You wanna cup of tea?”
“I would love a cup of tea,” he said.
“Here, baby, you can play outside the playpen while we’re having a coffee. How do you take yours, Jon?” Rick asked as he lifted her out and moved her tea set as well as her teddy and two dollies.
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