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)
For a moment I wondered why, and then I had to push down a whimper, biting hard on my lower lip, as I figured it out. The idea that the terrible punishment I would get from my daddy’s belt belonged to the realm of our naughty-little-girl feelings seemed like the ultimate confirmation that we, Ashley and me, the firefighters’ bad girl fuck toys, really did have these terrible taboo needs.
That the terrifying, excruciating lesson I was about to receive represented only what I had earned. What I had coming to me, and deserved so very badly.
“She put us all in a lot of danger,” said Daddy Ned.
Ashley’s eyes went very wide as she turned to look up into her daddy’s face.
“Don’t worry,” Daddy Paul said. “Everything’s fine. Marianne can tell you the whole story sometime soon, but right now the most important thing is that both of you understand what happens when you misbehave this seriously.”
Ashley swallowed visibly. She met my eyes for a moment, and I had the familiar sensation of seeing my own expression mirrored in my friend’s eyes: she had her lower lip between her teeth, and her brow had creased deeply. Her eyes traveled over to Daddy Jacob, who had moved to the counter, where he picked up his belt and started to wrap it around his fist. I couldn’t keep a cry of fear from my lips at the sight of the dark, doubled leather winding around my daddy’s big, strong hand.
“Do you have to…” Ashley started, her voice trembling a bit. “Do you have to… whip her… very hard?”
A whimper emerged from my chest: a low whine that went on and on. I struggled against the webbing straps that immobilized me on the table, out of sheer panicky instinct and without even realizing it—I only noticed that my body had tried to move when I felt the sensation of the restraints keeping me exactly where I was, positioned for my daddies’ justice. A thrill of fear traveled up and down my nervous system: tears sprang from my eyes at the same time an even less welcome feeling flared up between my thighs.
“Very hard,” Daddy Jacob said, gravely. “Marianne may need to stay in bed tomorrow, and she isn’t going to sit comfortably for a few days.”
My breath started to come in ragged pants. I writhed again against the straps, this time fully intentionally.
“No… Daddy,” I cried. “Please… please… please… Daddy, you can’t… you can’t,” I begged, all coherence seeming to leave my mind as I looked from Daddy Jacob’s stern face to the equally stern faces of the other daddies.
“It’s a shame,” Daddy Phil said, as if he couldn’t hear me. “We’ll have to put off giving her her underwear, and the little celebration we had planned.”
“Oh, God,” I said, remembering. I had felt so strange and apprehensive about the thought of the daddies using Ashley and me together, but now it seemed like the only thing I wanted. The crazy thought floated into my head that maybe I could give my body to my daddies in the most shameful possible of ways, in order to avoid my whipping. “Please, Daddy… I’ll… I’ll be such a good girl for you all, and for Ashley… I’ll… I’ll suck all your penises until you come, after you put them in Ashley’s pussy… I’ll kiss her bottom-hole to get her ready… I’ll…”
I ran out of degrading things, and I knew even as I babbled them out that of course our daddies had already planned to make us obey every shameful order they could think of—and I knew that our daddies had a lot more skill in thinking of embarrassing things to make bad girls do than I would ever possess.
My eyes had returned to Ashley’s face, and I saw that she had started to cry, too. I didn’t know whether to feel angry or happy about that: on the one hand, I was the bad girl who would soon have her backside whipped until she wished she could die, so what right did Ashley have to cry about it; on the other, the sympathy I could see in my friend’s face comforted me a little.
I sensed Daddy Jacob moving again, and I twisted my head to try to see him, desperate to deny that he had begun to walk, his belt wrapped around his strong hand, to his obvious destination behind me and to my left. I couldn’t see him, because of course he had moved precisely that way.
“Can I…” I heard Ashley say. “May I… Daddy, may I…”
I turned my head back to the front, to see that my red-haired friend was looking up at Daddy Ned again.
“What, baby?” Daddy Ned asked.
For a terrible moment, I thought Ashley might be about to ask whether her daddies would allow her to play with herself while she watched me get punished. The notion made my whole body shudder with a mortifying, dark thrill of forbidden arousal. Ashley had another idea, though, thank God.