Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gideon
Isabella’s head whips up, but instead of the fear and worry I saw in my nieces’ eyes when I first boarded the plane, all I see is relief as she staggers to her feet, throwing herself at me.
“Daddy!” Arms around my neck, she clings tightly to me, seemingly holding on for dear life as a sob bursts out of her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t hate me!”
That’s one fear I’m happy to put to rest. “I could never hate you, little doll. Never.”
Pulling away, she swipes at the tears streaming down her face with a pitiful little hiccup. “You’re n-not mad?”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s not at all what I said, little girl. I said I could never hate you, and that’s true. But you are still going to get that pretty bottom spanked nice and red once we’re in the air.”
“But I don’t wanna be in the air!” She wails. “I wanna go home! I don’t wanna go back to New York!”
“Good, because we aren’t going to New York.”
“What?” Voice shrill, Juliet glares up at her Daddy. “But I saw the reservations! And the tickets!”
Jasper raises a brow. “And how exactly did you see that, princess? Were you snooping on Daddy’s computer?”
Apparently realizing she’s just implicated herself in even more trouble, Juliet drops her gaze, her cheeks turning pink under her Daddy's scrutiny. “I plead the fifth.”
“As I’ve told you before, princess. The only law when you’re with me is my word. The only rights you have are the ones I give you. And in about ten minutes the only right you will have is to kick and scream as much as you want while I paddle your naughty little bottom.”
“No!” Still strapped into her seat, Victoria speaks up, her expression full of righteous anger. “You can’t spank her! She was just trying to help a friend!”
“You should be far less worried about the state of Juliet’s bottom and more worried about the state of your own, little thief.”
Some of the anger fades from Victoria’s face, along with a good bit of color. “But… we just wanted to help,” she whispers.
“I know you did, little one.” Maxwell runs a hand over her hair. “But did any of you stop to think that Isabella could have gotten hurt with your plan?”
“No! We were so careful! We thought of everything .”
At Juliet’s outburst, my brothers and I all share a look. They both nod, and I take up the lecture, pinning both of my nieces with a stern glare. “Really? You thought of every possible thing that could go wrong?”
Now it’s Juliet and Victoria sharing a look. “Um. Yes. Everything,” Juliet repeats, though she sounds much less sure of herself now.
“Really. So you thought of whether or not Isabella would have enough air locked in the trunk of your car? Of what might happen if you were in an accident on the way to the airport? You thought of the fact that she was hiding in a closet instead of safely strapped into a seat during takeoff like she should have been? You all had a plan for her to have money to get a new apartment and feed herself while she tried to get her place in the ballet back?”
Silence fills the cabin of the plane for several long moments before Juliet sighs. “Okay, I guess we didn’t think of everything . But we really did just want to help!”
“Then you should have encouraged Isabella to come to me. I’m her Daddy. It’s my responsibility to make sure she’s taken care of.”
“But she wanted to go back to New York! You never would have let her do that!” Victoria is still looking a bit mutinous, and judging by the narrow-eyed look Maxwell is giving her, that certainly doesn’t bode well for her bottom.
“You’re right,” I concede, pulling my little doll more tightly against me. “I wouldn’t have. But you’ve known me for a long time now, Victoria Rose. Do you really believe I would just let my Little girl be miserable without at least trying to fix it?”
Finally looking properly abashed, Victoria lowers her gaze to the floor. “No, Uncle Gideon.”
“No, I wouldn’t. Which is why I’ve been in talks with our builders for some time now to have an auditorium built just for Isabella to be able to perform for us, and our occasional guests to the island. I know how much she misses dancing for an audience, and I want my Little girl to have everything her heart desires.”
Gasping, Isabella twists in my arms, looking up at me. “You didn’t tell me that!”
“I wanted it to be a surprise. If you’d come and talked to me instead of trying to take matters into your own hands, we would be on our way to a lovely vacation right now.” Above our heads, the seatbelt sign goes off with a quiet “ding” and I smile. “But since you didn’t, and since you think you’re all Big girls who can make decisions for yourselves, we are going to let you all choose your punishments.”
All three of our Little girls pale a bit at that news, their eyes somehow managing to widen even further as Victoria swallows hard. “We have to choose how we get spanked?” she asks in a scared whisper.
“Not for yourselves,” I clarify. “For each other.”
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Izzy
They can’t be serious. Choose how my friends get spanked? I already feel guilty enough knowing they’re going to be punished because of something I did. The thought of actually choosing how they get punished sits in my stomach like a lead balloon.
Twisting up to stare at my Daddy, I give him my best pleading look. “Can’t you just spank me? I’ll take both their punishments. They were just trying to help me, it’s not fair for them to be in trouble.”
“Oh, little doll. I happen to think it’s very fair.” Lifting his head, he calls to someone over his shoulder. “Kerry, would you bring out the cart, please?”
A pretty blonde woman pushes a silver cart out into the middle of the cabin, and I can’t help but notice the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. “All set up, just as you requested, sir.”
“Thank you, Kerry. You’re a good girl.”
Kerry beams at him, and I nearly snarl at her as jealousy twists in my gut. He’s my Daddy. Get your own.
But before I have a chance to tell her to fuck off, she marches back off to wherever she was hiding before, leaving me and my friends at the mercy of our Daddies.
And now I get a really good look at the cart in front of me. On the top shelf are three implements. A wooden spoon, a rectangular paddle made of some kind of clear plastic material, and a thick leather strap that looks like a shorter, more handheld version of the one Daddy used on me that night on the balcony. Beside the implements is a bowl full of tiny strips of paper.
“Here is how this works,” Daddy says, gesturing to the cart. “Since this was originally Juliet’s plan, she will pick an implement for Isabella’s spanking. Isabella will choose for Victoria, and then Victoria will choose for Juliet, though she will obviously only be left with one option. The spankings you will receive are for your part in Isabella’s escape attempt. You all should know better, especially Juliet, seeing as how she was punished for a similar escape attempt not too long ago.”
“I don’t wanna choose!” Tears are already streaming down Tori’s face and she looks so distressed I don’t know how I'm supposed to pick an implement for Uncle Max to spank her with. They all look horrible, and my friend is already so upset. “Please, Daddy, don’t make me! I’m sorry! I’ll never do anything like this again, I swear .”
“I’m very glad to hear that, little thief. But this is the punishment your uncles and I decided on. If you continue to argue with me, I will have Kerry fetch me a bar of soap for you to hold in your mouth while I paddle your bottom. Understood?”
Though she still looks like she wants to argue, Tori nods solemnly. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“What’s the bowl for?” Juju asks, and though I can tell she’s trying to look bold and defiant, her voice shakes.
“I’m glad you asked,” her Daddy answers, sounding far too cheerful under the circumstances. “That is the second part of your punishment, because at some point, each and every one of you lied to us about this escape plan. Honesty is something every one of your Daddies takes very seriously. Each slip of paper contains a different punishment to be tacked on after your spanking. Once you’ve chosen an implement, you will also select a piece of paper from the bowl and read it aloud.”
“This is sadistic, even for you, Jasper!” Juju snaps, earning her a hard stare from her Daddy.
“Victoria, you will now be choosing two slips of paper for Juliet,” Uncle Jasper says, his voice calm and even despite the wicked gleam in his eye. “Keep it up, princess, and I’ll just go through that whole bowl slip by slip until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
Juju doesn’t respond, she simply glares down at the floor. But she can’t hide the tear that slips down her cheek to splash on the back of her hand, and my heart breaks for my friends who were just trying to help me.
I vow to do everything in my power to make sure Victoria’s punishment isn’t too harsh. If I could, I would yell for Juju to choose the worst implement for me. But I have a feeling that would just earn us all another punishment from the bowl of horrors, so I keep my mouth shut.
“All right, Juliet. Time to choose Isabella’s punishments.”
Sliding slowly from her seat, Juju approaches the cart. And as she scans the selections, her perfect white teeth worrying at her bottom lip, I realize why our Daddies made her go first.
The wooden spoon is clearly the least fearsome of the implements presented. If she chooses it for me, then that leaves her with the paddle or the strap. But none of us really wants to choose the paddle or the strap for anyone else, either.
It’s a lose-lose situation for her, and watching her agonize over her choices is a punishment in and of itself.
And even if I could help her, I don’t know how to. I know I can handle the strap, so I’m tempted to tell her to choose it for me and I’ll choose the wooden spoon for Tori. She was never supposed to be a part of the plan, so it only seems fair that she should get the least severe punishment of all.
After what seems like forever, Juju reaches for the wooden spoon, but despite my determination to remain quiet, a loud squeak of protest slips through my lips. Glancing up, her eyes full of torment, Juju moves her hand to the clear paddle.
If I had a choice that didn’t affect anyone else, the paddle would be the last thing I would choose for myself. But this does affect both of my friends, and since they wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for me, it only seems fair for me to get what seems like the worst implement of all.
So I give Juju a subtle nod when she glances up at me, and seal my fate.
Dragging in a deep breath, she picks up the paddle and holds it out to my Daddy, who takes it from her with a nod of his own. “Thank you, Juliet. Now, pick a piece of paper from the bowl, please.”
“This is so stupid,” she grumbles, but she plunges her hand into the bowl just the same and pulls one free.
“Read it aloud, please, Juliet.”
Scowling, Juju opens the slip of paper and groans. “One week with no orgasms. I’m sorry, Izzy! I didn’t know!”
Even though my stomach feels like an entire army of butterflies has come alive inside it, I force a smile. “It’s okay. It could be a lot worse.”
Could it, though? My Daddy already loves to take me to the edge and leave me hanging there as a punishment, but his teasing has never lasted more than a few hours. Can I really handle a whole week of being tortured like that?
Guess I’m about to find out.
“Alright, little doll. Your turn to choose for Victoria.”
Slipping from Daddy’s lap, I reach for the spoon. At least now the selection process will go a bit quicker. I glance up at Juju, who nods glumly at my selection, and I pick up the spoon to hand it to Uncle Max.
“Thank you, Isabella. Now a paper from the bowl.”
This part is trickier. There’s no real way to guarantee a lighter sentence for her, so I just shove my hand in and grab the first paper I wrap my fingers around, sending up a quick prayer to whatever entity might be listening that it won’t be too bad.
Is there a patron saint of naughty Little girls, I wonder?
Fingers trembling, I open the paper, and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. “One week of bedtime spankings,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with tears. “I’m sorry, Tori.”
“It’s okay.” But her smile is tight at the edges and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “I’ve had worse.”
I’m not sure she has, but it’s done and there’s nothing I can do to fix it, so I return to my Daddy’s lap as Tori makes her selections. Her cheeks burn bright red as she mumbles out the first punishment she chooses, and her Daddy has to make her repeat herself.
“Um. She has to get her bottom punished… with her Daddy’s cock.” She whispers the last part, but it’s such a small space everyone hears her clearly.
Uncle Jasper grins at this news. “Well that’s a happy coincidence. I packed your naughty girl lube and plug in our carry-on bag. So we can complete that punishment before we land.”
“ Here ?” Juju’s voice rises to a squeak. “With everyone watching?”
“Yes, princess. With everyone watching. That’s what happens when you involve your friends in your naughty plans. Everyone gets to see you get punished. Choose the next paper, Victoria, so we can get started.”
Sighing, Victoria pulls another piece from the bowl and groans. “One week of early bedtime. Why are so many of these week-long punishments?”
“Because that’s how long we’ll be in Paris,” Uncle Jasper says, and for a moment I forget we’re supposed to be in trouble because the smile on his face is pure excitement. “We had planned a family vacation as a surprise for you girls before we learned about your little escape plan.”
“Paris?” Gasping, Tori presses her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, I’ve never been to Paris! Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
My own excitement bubbles in my stomach, but it’s dampened by Juju’s anguished wail.
“You can’t send me to bed early in Paris , Daddy! All the best stuff happens after dark!”
“Then it will be a good reminder for you that you are not a big girl who gets to go out at night and do big girl things. You are my Little girl, Juliet, and I expect you to remember that.”
“But it’s not fair!”
“If you keep arguing, I’ll make it early bedtime with a spanking. Would you prefer that?”
“No, but?—”
“Then I suggest you accept your punishment with grace, Juliet Sloane.”
Flopping back in her seat, Juju lets out a dramatic sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, now that we’ve gotten that settled.” Daddy pops the button on the cuff of his dress shirt and begins rolling it toward his elbow, exposing the lean, muscular forearm beneath. “We have some naughty bottoms to punish. On your feet, Isabella, so Daddy can get that diaper off you.”