"Rosie, we all know why you are going to be punished so I will not ask for your confession. Mommy and I are both hoping that you will learn this lesson today. I really do not like punishing my sweet little girl, but as your Daddy, it is my responsibility to teach you. It is my belief that we were very lenient with your behavior in the clinic because we understood your surprise and disappointment over rules about caffeine. We also believed you'd got the message by the time your exam was over. I'm sorry to find that wasn't the case. I want you to know that lying is something that neither I, nor your Mommy, will ever tolerate."
When Rosie's head turned to look over her shoulder, her mouth open to probably protest his statement, he clarified. "Lying has many definitions, Rosie. You don't have to speak to lie; you can lie by omission, by hiding the truth. You can also lie by plotting to do naughty things. Even if, at the last minute, you decide not to follow through, it is still naughty. Can you tell me what you should have done?"
Rosa felt a tear slide down her cheek to drop and disappear in the fur beneath her. "Yes, Daddy. I-I should never have been sneaky. I… I shouldn't have asked Nanny Bess to prepare me cof-coffee of any kind. And, though I did, I… I should have confessed immediately. I should have told you before we went outside that I had asked Nanny Bess to-to give me coffee. I… I felt so guilty and wanted to tell you that I changed my mind but, but I didn't know how." She paused and shook her head. "No, that's not true. You were so patient, and I know you didn't really punish me when I was asinine with Nurse Nancy. I knew you'd be upset but that you'd still listen to me. I-I just didn't want a spanking. Daddy, Mommy, I am really sorry."
"We know you are, Rosie, and I really wish you'd confessed instead of forcing me to discover your deceit. Yes, you would have been spanked, but, sweetheart, it would have far easier on you. After your punishment, we hope you will remember what you should do the next time. Are you ready, sweetie?"
She didn't have to even think about her answer. Her guilt was eating her up inside, and she needed to pay for her naughtiness. She had no illusion that this was going to be a regular spanking—she was well aware that it was going to be the worst spanking of her life. And yet, yes, she was ready. It was what she needed to be the adult Little girl she so craved to be. "Yes, Daddy, I'm ready."
She watched as her Daddy unbuckled his belt and then buried her face again. He had warned her—more than once—and she had been foolish enough not to believe him. Well, she believed him now. She wasn't about to get a spanking; she was going to get her first whipping with her Daddy's belt.
Grant nodded to Valerie, who moved to kneel at Rosie's head, ready to watch for signs of true distress if Rosie couldn't handle her punishment—but not to interfere in its delivery. She was a Top, a partner with her husband in all aspects of taking care of their Little, but she was also his submissive. Knowing that Rosie would truly have a very, hot and welted bottom was balanced by the knowledge that she, as a submissive, understood that it was what Rosie herself required. Glancing again at her husband, Valerie realized that this was different than the play they normally participated in; this was not just an adult Little—this was their Rosie. This would be difficult for them all, but they would all be there to comfort each other when it was done.
The first crack of the belt against her bottom had Rosie lifting her head, the second white-hot line had her gasping, the third had her shrieking.
Grant whipped her hard, her bottom showing distinct red welts within a few strokes.
Her body could move only a bit as her hands and legs had been secured to the very bear that supported and lifted her bottom up for her punishment, but she attempted to wag it from side to side to avoid her Daddy's belt that continued to rain down its punishment onto her ass. Her shrieks were muffled by the bear, only truly audible when she lifted her head to draw in oxygen, or beg for her Daddy to stop.
"Rosie, stop clenching your bottom. I want your cheeks relaxed and loose. You need to show Mommy and me that you are submitting to your punishment. If I see you clenching again, you'll earn extra strokes. Now, obey me and let me see your cheeks hang loose and soft." He waited until her bottom relaxed, and though it trembled, he was happy that she had obeyed. Lifting the belt again, Grant ignored her pleas and promises of better behavior, delivering twenty strokes before moving to the opposite side of the bed.
Rosa felt like her ass had been branded, it burned beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was so hard to remember his warning, to relax her bottom after every red-hot stroke, and yet she accepted every single line of fire. Despite the burning pain, she felt her sex burning with need. God, she had always known in her heart that she was turned on by spankings, but never before had she owned up to the fact that the more intense the pain, the greater her need seemed to become. However, arousal did not negate the fact that it hurt. It hurt her ass with every single stroke. When her Daddy began again, laying stroke after stroke across her welted nates, she sobbed and shrieked… but never once—not a single time—did she consider her safeword.
When he announced that the last two strokes had been delivered to tightly clenched cheeks, she wailed, knowing she'd just earned extras. But, inexplicably, the part of her that had come alive in the last two days, for the first time in her life, relished his whipping. If he didn't care, and if she didn't crave this, it would not be happening. She took the last of her whipping properly, keeping her bottom loose and relaxed, trying not to picture her red flesh wobbling every time the belt landed. The extra two strokes were given across her sit-spots, and she screamed the loudest at those.
But she was submitting willingly… and when the last stroke was given, every bit as hard as the first, the crack of leather every bit as loud, she was not broken—she was released to never again be just Rosa; she was Rosie, and that was exactly who she wished to be.
Valerie and Grant worked to remove the ties, and Grant gently lifted Rosie off the bear. She knelt on the bed, her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his scent as she cried the last of her tears.
Valerie felt her heart stir at the look on Grant's face. She was able to see the shift of this dynamic in his eyes as he held their girl. She smiled as she retied the bow around the bear's neck. When she moved to sit beside Grant, she was thrilled when Rosie reached for her, crawling carefully onto her lap, hissing when her blistered bottom came into contact with Valerie's clothing, but turning and cuddling into her Mommy.
"I'm… sor-sorry, Mommy," she said. "I'm so sorry."
"Shhh, we know little one. Daddy and I know that you won't ever do anything like that again. It's going to be okay. We forgive you. We love you, Rosie." Valerie's words caused a fresh gush of tears, but they were cleansing ones.
The three sat together for several minutes until Rosie was calm. Grant wrapped his arms around both of his girls, giving them each a kiss.
"Why don't you two rest for a bit? I'll run to Wardrobe and pick up our clothing for tonight." Grant went into the bathroom, returned with a jar, and handed it to his wife.
"Thank you," Valerie said, giving him another kiss.
"Thank you, Daddy," Rosie said, her voice soft, the trying day catching up with her.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. Let Mommy take care of you, and then rest. I'll be back soon."
"Okay, Daddy." Rosa allowed Valerie to help her lie down on her tummy. Grant left to the sight of his wife beginning to apply arnica cream to Rosie's very welted bottom. Hearing her grateful sigh, he smiled and left them alone, anxious to run his errands so that he could return to both the woman he had loved for several years, and the woman he was falling in love with more deeply with every passing moment.
Chapter Thirteen
Grant opened the door and entered the room quietly. He put the garment bags Janice had given him over the back of the chair and went to the bed. For several minutes he just stood, drinking in the sight of the women. Rosie was lying on her side, her arm hugging the huge bear, one leg thrown across the bear's
thigh. Her small, round bottom was still red, the welts of his belt clearly visible. He was glad to see the slight sheen of the soothing cream across her punished nates. Valerie had removed her clothing and was lying behind Rosie, spooning into her, her arm around her small body. Both were sound asleep. Grant removed his clothing and climbed into bed with his family, reaching down to draw the sheet up. He paused as he realized that, for the first time, he truly considered them as a family. Just as it had been difficult to whip her, he realized it would be far more difficult to remove that pink ribbon from Rosie's neck in just a few days. Pushing the thought aside, he adjusted the sheet to cover them as he stretched out behind his wife, his arm moving over her, his hand able to slip around Rosie's waist. God, he had never felt more at home in his life—and with that thought he, too, drifted into sleep.
Valerie was the first to wake. Feeling Grant behind her and Rosie in front, she smiled, very contented to be where she was. Within a few minutes, she felt her husband stir, pressing closer to her as he did almost every morning when they awoke, his erection growing against her buttocks. When she attempted to turn in order to face him, he stilled her with his hand.
"Shhh, let her sleep," he said softly.
Valerie nodded and then felt him pat her hip, letting her know what he expected. She very carefully lifted her leg, settling it as gently as she could over Rosie's, giving her husband access to her body. There had never been a question of being ready for him to take her, though she was never sure which of her openings he wanted. Feeling his cock sliding between the lips of her sex, she knew he'd find her already slick and prepared to receive him, giving a soft moan as he slid into her pussy from behind. His gentle thrusts had her moaning softly, her body moving only slightly as he slid in and out of her. His hand moved to cup her breast, finding her nipple hard and growing harder as he began to stroke his thumb across it. She attempted to stifle her moan as he squeezed the taut bud, a rush of moisture flooding her pussy at the sensation. God, she adored breast play, and the memory of Nancy explaining the use of nipple clamps had her pushing her breast into her husband's hand, wanting more.
Rosie came out of sleep, her mind a bit fuzzy. Seeing the brown fur in front of her, her mind instantly cleared. Feeling Valerie moving gently against her back had her brow furrowing—until she heard a soft moan and felt Valerie's hand close gently around her breast, instantly making Rosie's nipples peak. Looking down and seeing a woman's sleek leg over her own, and hearing Grant's soft groan, she smiled. They were making love; doing so as quietly and with as little movement as necessary, and she understood they hadn't wanted to wake her. Wondering if that meant they wished to be alone, she hesitated, but when Valerie's hand squeezed her breast again, a fingernail raking across a sensitive nipple, she began to turn.
"Hi, sweetie," Valerie whispered when Rosie very slowly turned over, making sure she didn't dislodge her mommy's leg.
"Hi."
Grant smiled at her, his hand lifting off Valerie's breast to stroke her cheek. "How are you, Rosie?"
She pressed her cheek against his palm, his touch causing desire to streak south to puddle in her sex. As he continued gently thrusting into Valerie from behind, again and again, she was uncertain as to what she should do. After all, they had been making love thinking she was asleep. "I'm fine, Daddy. Um, should I go… um, somewhere, while you—"
"No, sweetheart, I believe Mommy would much prefer that you continue to accept her cuddling."
Rosa felt heat bloom in her body, her internal temperature rising as she felt Valerie's hand find her breast, again stroking her nipple. "I-I'd like that."
Grant's hand moved from her cheek to run a finger across her lips, surprising Rosa with how sensual it felt, accepting it into her mouth when Grant pressed just the tiniest bit. She began sucking and licking the finger, the memory of sharing the task of sucking Grant off that morning making her stomach flip with desire.
When Grant removed his finger from Rosa's sweet mouth, he began to circle Valerie's nipple, the wetness Rosie's suckling had provided causing Valerie's nipple to go even more erect. "I do believe she needs more than a touch, sweet girl."
Her entire body beginning to quiver, Rosa allowed herself to be guided down to Val's breast, her lips opening as they had for Grant's fingers, suckling and licking another woman's nipple for the first time. Though she had never done it before, Rosa knew how wonderful the sensation of having her own breasts suckled, laved, stroked and nipped felt. She continued to pleasure Valerie as Grant fucked his wife from behind. Taking a chance, Rosa slid one hand down Valerie's flat stomach, and didn't stop until her fingers could feel the incredible warmth and wetness of her sex. When Valerie arched into her hand and moaned, Rosa began stroking her clit, loving the feel of Grant's cock going in and out of Valerie's slit. When he withdrew completely and pressed against her fingers, she encircled his shaft, gently squeezing him, allowing him to thrust into her fist.
"Put me back inside," he instructed, "give Mommy's cunt the cock she needs to fuck her." Rosa felt her own pussy clutch, her clit swell as she guided Grant's cock back between Valerie's lips before returning to circle her clit with her fingers, suckling hard on the breast that filled her mouth. Grant began thrusting faster, and Rosa began giving the slick nub hard little pinches until Valerie cried out and her entire body shuddered with her climax. Rosa felt pleasure simply by being in their presence, sharing this moment.
Grant buried himself as deeply as possible, the pleasure of his orgasm increased by watching Rosie's blonde head lying on his wife's breast, her pink tongue lapping across Valerie's nipples, her soft fingers playing with Valerie's cunt. Pulling out of Valerie, Grant moved to her other side, gently pulling Rosie away from the nipple she was so enjoying and laying her down on her back. At her slight hiss when her tender bottom took her weight, he bent over her. "Are you okay, Rosie, is your bottom too tender?"
Rosa was surprised to discover that though her bottom was definitely sore, it somehow caused her arousal to increase. Looking up into Grant's face, seeing the soft, concerned look in his eyes, she realized that it was because her sore bottom had been given to her by this man. A man she was incredibly attracted to—a man who was allowing her to fulfill her deepest fantasies. "It's sore but I'm fine, Daddy."
He grinned. "Mommy got to offer you comfort before you fell asleep; I'd like to offer my comfort now." He watched as her nipples pebbled tighter and her skin flushed. He adored her soft nod. Bending forward, cupping her face in his palms, he kissed her tenderly at first, then demanded more, his tongue slipping between her lips as his finger had earlier. The moan she gave him made his cock twitch. Lifting his mouth, he smiled, and watched her watch him as he slid down the bed to settle between her legs. Grant used his hands to press her thighs apart, her soft gasp making him smile. Just before he lowered his head, he saw Valerie bend down to return the pleasure that this beautiful, loving, young woman had just given her.
The couple made soft, gentle love to Rosa. She found it difficult to lie still, every nerve ending coming alive as Grant's tongue, lips and mouth danced and played between her thighs. Valerie's mouth was on her right breast, her fingers playing with her left nipple, alternating soft strokes that became sharp as fingernails were brought into play.
Rosa felt her climax building and began lifting her bottom, attempting to make as much contact with Grant's tongue as possible as he took her to the peak again and again without allowing her to drop over the other side. She moaned when his hands moved beneath her to gently pull her buttocks apart. She bucked hard when his tongue dipped past her perineum to lick around the rim of her anus. Never had she imagined anything like the sensation… and it had her face flaming at the shame and her heart pounding at the pleasure. As the tip of his tongue slipped into her, she gave a short squeal and attempted to pull away.
"No, please…"
"Rosie, let Daddy play with your bottom," Valerie said softly, when she realized where Grant had focused his attention. "Don
't be naughty. Just relax, sweetie." Valerie lifted up to give her a gentle kiss before returning to her own loving task, drawing a nipple back into her mouth. When she heard Rosie begin to whimper, her hand gripping the sheets, Valerie begin to take small nibbles, her teeth raking over extremely sensitive flesh, moving from breast to breast.
"I can't wait to explore your little bottom-hole and to clamp your beautiful little nipples, Rosie," Grant said, lifting his mouth from her as he thrust two thick fingers into her slick channel. "Just imagine; your poor little buds squeezed between the teeth of the clamps and a thick butt plug pushed into your tight little pucker. Have you ever had a cock in here?" he asked, sliding a finger slowly into her anus.
"No… oh, God, no. I've never had anything in—"
"We all know that's not true," Grant teased, twisting his finger. "You had a thermometer, as well as my fingers, deep inside your hiney-hole during your exam. Perhaps they didn't make quite the impression I was hoping for if you can't remember." Despite her shaking head and assurances that they had, he added a second finger and began to finger fuck her bottom. As her groans filled the room, he continued. "I guarantee, the clamp's bite on your nipples and your little pucker being stretched will change that sweet whimper I hear into a shriek far more sensational than one caused by Valerie's teeth, or my tongue or fingers." He continued to fuck her bottom with the fingers of one hand while he slid the fingers of his other into her pussy. He grinned as Rosie's head thrashed, her body beginning to shudder at the picture he had drawn.
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