Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Will they… Are they going to…
Yes, they would, the daddies told us now.
“We want to have a little celebration,” Daddy Phil said and looked over at Daddy Jacob. I didn’t know where to put my own eyes: they flitted among all the faces at the table, but most of all over to Ashley’s, to see that her face had gone crimson. I felt a little bad for her, but I also didn’t mind that my new friend’s complexion showed her mortification even more than mine did. She had started to chew on her lower lip, and as she returned my gaze, I saw her brows knit together. As if we had somehow become joined in shame even more deeply than as part of this unusual firefighting team, I felt my own forehead mirror hers.
Ashley looked back over at Daddy Jacob, and my eyes followed hers, to see that my bear daddy had focused very intently on me. He had a sort of stern look on his face, as if he had begun to get a little impatient for me to look at him, as I should. He hadn’t said anything, of course, but somehow to my surprise, I felt like I had misbehaved—as if I, as my daddies’ little lady, should always look to my brown-eyed daddy on an occasion like this.
He wants to take care of me. Despite the tiny thrill of alarm at the sight of Daddy Jacob’s strict look, the idea came back into my brain and brought the usual warmth in my chest. That warmth grew in intensity as I saw my daddy’s face change and soften with satisfaction and pleasure as I turned my attention to him, where it suddenly felt, very strongly, like it belonged.
He wanted to take care of me, even though that care so frequently took a form I had never imagined before I’d decided to do a crime and found myself caught for it. Even though my daddies’ care meant regular sexual discipline applied with the utmost rigor.
Or, it appeared here at the kitchen table, with very strange kinds of positive reinforcement.
“You’ve earned your underwear, honey,” Daddy Jacob said, his smile broadening.
My body reacted so urgently that I had to bite my cheek to keep from crying out. My daddies were going to put me back in grown-up panties. I squirmed mortifyingly on my special pink pillow, and I looked over at Ashley again, who had on green lingerie today—just as lacy as the pink set. She was allowed to wear pajamas to bed now, too—that had happened just a couple of days ago. I had tried not to be jealous, but the idea that bad girls like us had to behave ourselves to earn back our clothing had such power in my head that I couldn’t help feeling a little bitter when I saw my new friend come out of her bedroom in her cute cotton tee and her boy shorts… in pink, of course. I also felt a little bit of triumph, which made me feel even guiltier, when she had to take them off as soon as she got up, and put on the lacy things her daddies made her wear during her shift.
“To celebrate,” said Daddy Paul, “we’re going to use you girls together tonight.”
I looked over at him—the daddy I knew the least. He had light brown hair and hazel eyes. His expressions reminded me more of Daddy Phil than of Daddy Jacob. A coyote, maybe? I remembered looking up into that slightly sharp face when he held my head in place and thrust rapidly in and out of my mouth, while Ashley’s wet pussy waited an inch away. His eyes had looked just as calculating then as they did here at the table: as if Daddy Paul were interested in making sure he could get as much pleasure as a daddy could get from the needy bodies of the bad-girl fuck toys the system had bestowed on him.
I swallowed hard and looked at Daddy Jacob. In my little lady voice, unable to help myself though I of course knew the answer to my feigned-innocent question, I asked, “What does that mean, Daddy?”
Daddy Jacob shook his head, a little smile of amusement appearing as he obviously saw right through me. “You can figure it out, honey, I’m pretty sure. And the parts you can’t, you’ll find out this evening.”
I felt my forehead crease. I closed my eyes and lowered my head for a moment, and then I looked up into Ashley’s eyes. Her face had gone bright red again, and she had extended her hand across the table towards me. I reached out to take it, and I felt a trembling that matched my own.
“That’s sweet,” said Daddy Ned, approvingly. “Such good friends already.”
My mouth twisted to the side, and I dropped my eyes from Ashley to look at our clasped hands on the table. Something inside me had reacted very strangely to Daddy Ned’s words. Well, very strangely for the week-old me, the Marianne Givens who had decided to try to please her daddies and to become a better girl.