Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Juliet
I don’t know who Auntie Cat is, but I’m not sure I particularly care. Not with my body still humming from the incredible orgasm Jasper just bestowed upon me.
Turns out, the answer to all those “What if?” questions was basically “Holy shit, my brother is a fucking sex god.”
It’s enough for him to earn my cooperation as he unstraps me so he can finish dressing me for the day. The poofy dress he pulls over my head is a muted shade of lavender that is so not my color, but I don’t care. It fits surprisingly well, almost as if it was made for me.
Picking me up from the table, he settles me on his hip like an actual toddler and I wrap my arms and legs around him so I don’t fall. The jolt of fear is enough to dispel the haze around my brain, and as we walk, I become increasingly aware that there is something very, very wrong with my underwear.
It feels too thick, like I’m wearing an especially large pad, but that thickness is all over. Something about the sensation seems familiar, like I should know exactly what’s wrong, but the truth remains just out of reach.
Wiggling in his arms as we approach the stairs, I tap the pacifier again. Jasper pauses, a frown tugging at his lips. “I already told you no, Juliet.”
It’s difficult to pout with the pacifier in my mouth, but I do my best, widening my eyes in a silent plea, and he sighs.
“If I take it out, do you promise to watch your language?”
I nod furiously and his eyes narrow.
“I am warning you right now, if you cannot behave yourself in front of your Auntie Cat, I will make you hold a whole bar of soap in your mouth while I paddle your bottom red. And I will let her watch. Am I understood, Juliet?”
Another nod, though a little less exuberant this time. Whoever this Auntie Cat person is, I don’t know her and the absolute last thing I want is to be punished in front of a complete stranger.
But I also don’t want to meet this stranger with a pacifier strapped to my mouth, so I’m willing to agree to his terms. For now.
“All right. Let me put you down so I can unstrap the pacifier. I don’t want to drop you.”
The moment my feet hit the hardwood floor, that logical, sane part of my brain I’ve been keeping at bay all morning finally takes over.
RUN!
Planting my palms on his chest, I shove, hard, and he stumbles backward. Without bothering to even take in the expression on his face, I turn and flee down the stairs. Unfortunately for me, I’m not wearing any shoes and the ruffled socks Jasper dressed me in give me no purchase on the slick wooden steps.
My feet fly out from under me and I slide down a few steps before I right myself again. But I can’t afford to slow down now. Even falling down the stairs is preferable to stopping and giving my brother time to catch up with me.
Heart pounding, I make it down the stairs without sliding again, and I nearly weep with relief when my stocking feet hit the marble entryway. I have no idea where I’m going to go, but despite what Jasper says, there has to be someone on this island willing to help me.
A frantic look around reveals the large, ornate front door and I head straight for it. But just as I’m about to wrench it open, the knob turns and a figure fills the doorway.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?”
Horror fills me, freezing me in place as I take in the tall, curvy figure. Her jet-black hair spills in a straight waterfall down her back, and a mischievous smile curves her lips.
I was wrong. Auntie Cat isn’t a stranger after all.
She’s Catharina Fucking Montgomery.
Jasper
My feet hit the entryway floor just as Catharina pushes open the front door. And even though I can’t see Juliet’s face, I can imagine the shock in her pretty blue eyes as Cat pauses in the doorway, a predatory smile on her lips.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?”
Juliet is frozen in place, her entire torso heaving with deep, shuddering breaths. Schooling my expression into stern lines, I step up behind her, clamping my hand down on her shoulder. “A very naughty little girl, it would seem.”
“I see that. It isn’t safe to run in the house, Juliet.”
Despite the scolding tone, Cat’s smile has only grown wider. And when her gaze shifts to me, there’s no mistaking the excitement dancing in her eyes. “Am I just in time for the show, then?”
“You are. Let’s take this to my office.”
Looking positively gleeful, Cat steps inside and closes the door behind her. “Lead the way.”
Unwilling to give my little princess a chance to run again, I bend and scoop Juliet up, flinging her over one shoulder. Her dress flies up, exposing her diaper, and I give in to the urge to plant a firm swat on her bottom even though I know it won’t actually hurt all that much.
Not that you can tell from the way Juliet shrieks and pounds at my back with her fists. She’s lucky she’s too small to actually hurt me, but that isn’t going to save her bottom.
With her slung over my shoulder, I head for my office, Cat hot on my heels. She closes the door behind us, and I flash her a grateful smile.
“Cat, would you mind sitting at my desk, please? I’m going to need your assistance for this.”
“Of course, Jasper.”
Practically dancing, she makes her way to my desk, taking my usual spot and placing her hands on the gleaming wood. I bend to place Juliet on her feet, catching her round the waist when she turns to flee.
“No more of that, little girl.” Turning her to face me, I capture her chin in my hand, forcing her furious gaze up to mine.
The fury is mitigated somewhat by the pacifier she’s still furiously sucking on, making her look like an angry toddler about to throw a tantrum.
“You can be mad at me all you want, but what’s about to happen is all your own doing. I gave you a chance to show me and your Auntie Cat that you could be a good girl, but you chose to be naughty instead. And what’s worse, you could have gotten yourself seriously hurt in the process. This is not going to be an easy lesson for you, princess, but I intend for you to learn it one way or another.”
Taking her arm, I guide her to the desk, forcing her to bend at the waist. “Cat, would you mind holding her hands for me, please?”
“I would be honored. Give me your hands, sweetheart.”
Unsurprisingly, Juliet curls her hands into fists as she shakes her head, her hair swinging wildly back and forth.
Lifting her dress, I land half a dozen hard swats to the backs of her thighs, making her dance in place. “Give Auntie Cat your hands, Juliet.”
Another shake of her head, another half dozen swats to her thighs. She squeals around the pacifier as she prances, trying to escape the blows.
We repeat the process another three times, and her thighs are a bright, angry pink by the time she finally crumbles. Sobbing quietly, she unfurls her hands, placing her palms in Cat’s outstretched hands.
“There is a time and a place for brattiness.” I let my tone gentle, just a bit as I run my hand over her heated flesh. “When you are already in the middle of a very big punishment is neither the time nor the place. Am I understood, Juliet?”
She nods, the gesture punctuated by her soft sniffles.
“Good.” Flipping her dress up to expose her bottom, I undo the clasps on her diaper, pulling it free and setting it off to the side. The reusable diapers we purchased for the island can be removed and replaced as many times as needed, making them perfect for gaining access to a naughty bottom whenever necessary.
With Juliet’s delightfully round backside bared to me, I step back and consider my options. Desire darkens Cat’s eyes as I run my hands over Juliet’s trembling bottom.
Rounding the desk, I pull open the top drawer to retrieve a long, thick paddle. Juliet’s eyes go wide when she sees the heavy wood in my hands, sending a delicious thrill through me.
Good. She should be scared.
“Let’s see.” I draw the moment out, as much to relish the anticipation as to give her plenty of time to worry about what comes next. “You pushed your Daddy, ran away, fell on the steps because you were running in the house, and you hit me when I was carrying you to my office. Any one of those offenses would earn you a long hard spanking over Daddy’s knee, followed by some time in the corner to think about making better choices. Altogether, however, I think your behavior this morning calls for a much harsher punishment.”
I take a step back, the familiar feel of wood in my hands making me so hard it’s a wonder I don’t come on the spot. This is where Juliet belongs, trembling at my mercy, her bottom in the perfect position for her Daddy’s discipline. There is a rightness in all of this that I can’t quite explain. But I know, in the depths of my soul, that my little stepsister was always meant to be mine.
“Right now, you are going to get your bottom paddled until I am personally convinced we will never need to have this conversation again.”
I tap the smooth wood against Juliet’s bottom, my eyes meeting Cat’s over Juliet’s shoulder. And we both grin as I raise the paddle high, then bring it down against my Little girl’s bare skin with a satisfying crack .