Eliot took the clothes with a murmur of thanks and kneeled before Addy.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, sweetie, while Daddy helps you into your panties.”
Addy did as she was told and looked down in delight at the pretty panties. “They got fairies on them, Daddy.”
Eliot smiled up at her. “Like them, do you?”
She nodded eagerly. He chuckled and she delighted in the sound of his pleasure.
“Well, we’ll have to get you some more then, won’t we?” He stood with the dress in his hand. “Arms up.”
Addy frowned. “Bra, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “Little girl’s don’t wear bra’s, honey.”
Addy raised her arms. She supposed he was right and it wasn’t like she had much in the breast department anyway. The dress fell over her head, reaching the top of her thighs.
“Come on, now, Papa’s got some breakfast for you.”
Dash and Eliot had talked about what they would like to be called should Addy ever decide to explore age play as part of their relationship. Eliot was Daddy. Dash was Papa.
Addy skipped happily, swinging Eliot’s hand. But as soon as they entered the kitchen, she let go and raced towards Dash, throwing her arms about his middle. He had to frantically lower the plates of food in his hands to the table before they spilled everywhere.
“Whoa there, little lady,” he said, reaching around to draw her up into his arms, resting her against his hip, like a real little girl. “You’re just full of energy this morning, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Uh-huh. What’s for breakfast, Papa?”
“Some scrambled eggs and toast and juice.”
Dash sat her on a chair and placed a bib around her neck. “Papa, I don’t need this, I’m a big girl.”
“But I might,” Dash said with a grin as he spooned up some eggs and held them up to her mouth.
Addy took the forkful as Eliot sat, two cups of coffee in his hand. He set one beside his plate and Dash’s before sitting.
She frowned but took a bite of the toast Dash held up to her.
“I have coffee?” she asked.
Eliot smiled. “I don’t think so, little one. It’s cute that you’re trying to be big, but little girls don’t drink coffee.”
“Here’s some juice, sweetie,” Dash said, holding up her sipper cup.
Addy scrunched her face up. “Don’t want juice, want coffee.”
She really needed her caffeine fix in the morning. She was feeling decidedly grouchy. No way were they going to hold it back from her.
“Well, that’s just tough, isn’t it?” Dash said calmly. “Because its juice or water or milk for you. No coffee.”
“Not fair,” she sulked, folding her arms across her chest. Dash held another forkful of eggs to her mouth and she took it, but only because she was starving.
“You being mean, Papa,” she told him with a frown.
“Seems to me that someone needs to spend some time in time-out,” Eliot said casually before taking a sip of coffee.
“You’re being mean too, Daddy,” Addy added.
Eliot raised his eyebrows. “I think you’ll find that most Daddies won’t let their little girls drink coffee.”
Addy sighed and finished her breakfast grumpily.
“Full, Papa,” she said when she’d had enough. “Can I go play now?” she asked as Dash took off her bib.
Dash raised his brows. “Were you not listening, sweetie? You’ve got some quiet time now.” He took her hand and helped her off the chair before leading her to a free corner of the room. He turned her so she faced the corner.
“Nose against the wall, little girl. No moving or talking.”
“No fair,” she moaned, fidgeting.
Smack!
“Ow!” She glared up at Dash who just stared down at her sternly.
“Unless you want a spanking, I suggest you do as you’re told, little one.”
Addy turned back with a sigh, inwardly fuming. What seemed like hours later, Eliot placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Okay, little one, time out is over.”
Addy turned and hugged his waist. “I don’t like time out, Daddy,” she complained.
He chuckled. “Which is precisely the point, little one. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you liked it. Now, if you think you can be good and behave, Papa has an idea that might cheer you up.”
Addy walked over to Dash and grabbed his hand, pulling on it enthusiastically. “What, Papa? What is it?”
Dash smiled down at her, pushing her hair off her face. “How would you like to go for a ride?”
Addy squealed happily. “Oh, yes!” She clapped her hands together. “I can ride Princess?” Princess was the mare Dash had bought her.
Dash frowned a little. “I’m not sure you’re old enough to be riding by yourself.”
“But I am, Papa, I am,” she said earnestly, being careful not to whine. She really wanted to go riding.
Dash looked over at Eliot. “What do you think?”
Addy turned to look at Eliot pleadingly. “Please, Daddy.”
“As long as she promises to behave and do exactly what we tell her.” Eliot stared down at her sternly.
Addy nodded frantically.
“Okay, then. I have to make a few calls. Why don’t you guys clean up and make up a picnic and we’ll have a picnic lunch. By that time I should be ready to go.”
*****
Over an hour later, Addy was bursting with impatience as she watched Dash saddle three horses. Addy rubbed Princess’s nose and the horse butted her head against her in reply.
Addy giggled. Dash looked over at her and smiled.
“Sorry that took me so long,” Eliot said, joining them just as Dash had finished saddling all three horses. Eliot leaned down and kissed Addy’s forehead.
“You ready to go for a ride, sweetie?” Eliot asked her.
Addy nodded frantically. Riding with the two of them was a special treat.
“Okay, some ground rules,” Dash said, turning. “You have to stay right beside Daddy and me. No going any faster than a walk and no riding off on your own. You have to do what Daddy and I say. Understand?”
Addy pouted a little at the restrictions but nodded. She just wanted to get going.
Eliot helped Addy up while Dash mounted and led the way out of the stables. They sauntered along, Addy just happy to be with them. But soon the slow pace grew boring.
“Can we go faster, Papa?” she asked.
“No, baby, this is as fast as little girls should go,” Dash replied.
“But it’s boring,” she moaned.
“Addy, we can turn around and go home,” he said sternly.
Addy sighed and they meandered on until they reached the stream that ran through the property.
“How about we have lunch over by that oak?” Dash pointed out a large tree in the distance. Suddenly a little devil took Addy over.
“Last one there is a rotten egg,” she called out, a game they often played. She kicked Princess into a run, racing forward, ignoring the calls of her men. She was first to reach the tree and was dismounting as Eliot and Dash rode up, matching frowns on their faces.
“I won!” she said cheerfully as both men dismounted.
“Congratulations,” Dash said darkly. “Your prize is a spanking.”
“What?” she asked as Eliot pulled down a blanket and picnic basket. Dash grabbed her arm and turned her towards the tree.
“You can just stand here, miss, and think about how naughty you just were.”
Addy sniffled a little but he didn’t change his mind and she had to stand there, staring at some stupid oak tree while Dash and Eliot got their picnic lunch ready.
“Come here, Addy,” Dash said sternly.
Addy turned to find both men sitting on the blanket. Addy walked reluctantly over. Dash reached for the fastening of her riding pants, pulling them and her panties down.
“Papa, I’
m sorry,” she said.
“What was the rule, miss?” he asked sternly as he pulled her over his knee, the air cool against her bare bottom.
“I wasn’t supposed to go faster than a walk. But it’s fun to run, Papa.”
“Little girls are supposed to obey their Daddies and if they don’t then they end up being spanked. That was very dangerous, little one, you could have hurt yourself and Daddy and I would have been very upset.”
Addy sniffed, feeling very bad. “Sorry, Papa.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His hand landed heavily on her unprotected bottom. Dash didn’t need an implement to put his point across; his hand was hard as a board.
“If you can’t behave yourself.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Oh, her bottom was on fire.
“Then you won’t be allowed to ride by yourself.”
Addy wailed as he told her that. “Please, Papa, no, I’ll be good.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“We’ll see,” he said ominously. His grew silent as he continued to whale on her bottom, spanking her until she was sobbing, her legs kicking as her butt was set on fire.
He stopped turning her on his lap. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, rocking her as she cried.
“Sorry, Papa,” she said.
“Forgiven, little girl. But you still have to apologize to Daddy.”
Addy crawled over to Eliot who stared at her sternly. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said, her eyes still filled with tears.
Eliot ran his thumb over her cheek, catching some falling tears. “You know how much I love you, don’t you, little one?”
She nodded.
“And that is why I would be devastated if anything happened to you.”
“I know, Daddy,” she said.
He nodded. “I think some thinking time would be beneficial.” He positioned her at one corner of the blanket so she was kneeling. Eliot pressed her chest down until it rested against the blanket.
“Right, ten minutes of time-out starts now, little one.”
Addy blushed as she realized they were just going to sit there and stare at her red bottom. She would have fidgeted but knew Eliot would probably just add extra time onto her ten minutes.
As she kneeled there, listening to Eliot and Dash talk and laugh, Addy realized that although she might be in time-out with a well-spanked bottom, there was no place she’d rather be.
A feeling of peace stole over her.
“Daddy? Papa?” she called out.
“What, little one?” Dash asked.
“You’re meant to be quiet, sweetie,” Eliot warned.
“I just wanted to say that I love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” Dash said softly.
“Always,” Eliot said.
Always.
Punishing MarlyBy Laylah Roberts
Chapter One
Marly woke, stretching, with a loud yawn. Feeling around the bed, she realized she was alone. Adam and Zac must be up already. She blinked, feeling the urge to pee. As she rolled over to get up and go to the bathroom, something tugged on her right wrist and she groaned aloud as she remembered.
Damn it. She was being punished.
Double damn it.
It was Christmas morning and she was being punished.
Of course, she could easily slip her hand free of the loose tie. They’d never tie her up and leave her—that would risk her safety. No, the rope around her wrist was merely a reminder that, except in an emergency, she wasn’t to leave the bed without one of her Daddy’s/husband’s permission. It was a strict rule. From past experience, Marly knew if she broke that rule, she’d end up sleeping in a cot by herself. Marly hated sleeping alone.
So as much as she wanted to jump up and race out of the bedroom to the presents she hoped would be lying under the large Christmas tree, she had to wait for either Zac or Adam to come and get her. Why, oh why, did she have to be punished today of all days.
Worst of all, it was all her fault.
She was the one who’d disobeyed. Marly rolled onto her back and sighed, knowing she couldn’t ignore the pressure in her bladder forever. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and, with her cheeks blushing slightly, gave in and wet the diaper encasing her bottom.
Most times Marly thoroughly enjoyed being a baby girl. She didn’t spend all of her time as a baby, mainly only in the weekends when Zac and Adam had time to devote themselves to her care. But even as an adult she was still subject to the rules that her husbands laid down for her, and she was punished if she didn’t follow them.
That was the way they’d all agreed they wanted their relationship to work, with Zac and Adam as the head of their unusual household, Marly their much-loved, much-cherished wife and little girl. This gave Zac and Adam the control they needed, and Marly the structure and boundaries she required to be herself, knowing Zac and Adam would let nothing bad happen to her. That they would always support her.
Christmas was Marly’s favorite time of the year. And experiencing it as a little girl made it all the more magical. Growing up, her family had been very poor and Christmas had never been much of a celebration. But her two husbands more than made up for her missed Christmases as a child by spoiling her rotten each year.
And that’s just the way she liked it!
However, last weekend she’d been really naughty, and earned herself a punishment that was still continuing. She thought back to last week and sighed, wishing she could do it all over again…
Chapter Two
Last Week…
“Oh, by the way, I’m going to be late home Friday night,” Marly announced casually as she lay on the sofa, her head resting on Zac’s lap, where he played with her hair. Adam was sitting in his favorite armchair reading a book while she and Zac watched the movie on TV. She loved nights like this, where they were all together. Often the men worked long hours on the ranch. So any time they were all home together she cherished.
“Oh, and why is that?” Adam looked over at her, his gaze only mildly inquisitive. But she knew she had his full attention. That was something she loved and hated about the two of them. The way they paid attention to her. She loved it because it made her feel so cherished, yet it could be incredibly hard because they noticed everything. There was no hiding anything from them and sometimes that had a negative effect on her ability to sit comfortably.
Adam stared over at her, his dark brown eyes serious. His midnight black hair was gleaming under the lights, the light splattering of gray only making him look more handsome. He wasn’t a large man, but he had an air about him that made you look to him for advice, to lead. Marly knew she no matter what she could rely on Adam to always be there for her.
Marly glanced up at her other husband, and Adam’s best friend. Zac was the antithesis of Adam, he was open and friendly where Adam was quiet and reserved. His dark blond hair brushed his shoulders, and he often kept it tied back. He was a large man, wide through the shoulders and thick with muscle.
But with a heart of gold. Marly knew that when she was feeling down or upset all she had to do was find Zac. His cuddles could fix anything.
“We’re all going out for some drinks after work,” she said quietly. Zac’s hands stilled in her hair.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marly,” Adam said seriously.
She clenched her hands, before forcing herself to relax. Getting angry wouldn’t help matters. She needed to stay calm, rational.
“I’m a grown woman, Adam,” she said. “I think I can handle it.”
“You may be a grown woman, but you’re also our baby girl,” Zac spoke up. Marly often spent her weekends as a little girl. The three of them enjoyed that aspect of their relationship, even as they knew that others probably wouldn’t understand. But then nothing about their relationship was normal. Adam and Zac had been joined at the hips for years. They’d grown up together, bought this ranch together and since the first night they ever shared a woman they�
�d known that’s what they wanted. Permanently.
Marly met them three years ago at a friend’s birthday party. At first, she’d been intimidated by them both. They were so handsome, so successful and sure of themselves. Plus, there were two of them! She knew she didn’t even deserve to have one of them in her life, let alone two. But Zac and Adam had chipped away at her defenses, convincing her that not only did she deserve the two of them, but that she could have them. Forever.
The discipline and age play aspects of their relationship had come along gradually. Zac and Adam were dominant men used to being in charge. They’d made it clear from the start that they expected Marly to obey them when it came to her health and safety. She could still remember the first time Adam had spanked her for walking home in the dark by herself. Two weeks later, Zac had spanked her for leaving her door unlocked.
Marly had never felt more loved or protected. She’d grown up in a series of foster homes after her parents died. And although she’d tried to protest that she was a grown woman who could do as she liked, all three of them knew she benefited greatly from Zac and Adam’s brand of loving.
The day she’d slipped up and called Adam ‘Daddy’, she’d been horrified. He’d been cleaning her knee after she’d fallen over and scrapped it. She’d been near tears with the shock and fright she’d been given.
As he’d swiped the disinfectant over her knee, she’d cried out, “Ow, Daddy, that hurts.”
Adam had stilled and looked up at her. Mortified, she’d just stared at him for a moment before jumping from the bathroom counter and pushing past a still stunned looking Adam, raced into one of the spare bedrooms, locking the door quickly before slumping to the floor in shock. Marly curled in on herself, her legs held tight against her chest.
Adam banged on the door shortly.
“Marly, open this door now, please,” Adam’s voice was gentle. Marly cringed. What he must think of her? She didn’t even know what she thought of herself. Why had she called him that? Sure, sometimes she felt quite childish, imagined what it would be like to be free like a child, but she didn’t see Adam as her father. He was her husband, her lover.
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