Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Juliet
This is the worst-case scenario. Well, considering what I know about Uncle Max, maybe not the worst . But it’s definitely not the best-case scenario.
And the worst part is, I can’t even protest since my mouth is still plugged with the pacifier.
“Juliet.” Jasper’s voice is hard, unyielding. “Go with Uncle Max. You do not want to make this worse on yourself.”
Sucking hard on the rubber in my mouth, I step forward to take Uncle Max’s hand, shooting Jasper a glare over my shoulder as I’m led out to the dining room. Jasper and Victoria are right behind us, and my heart slams against my chest as our Daddies each pull a chair out from the table facing each other. Uncle Max settles on one of the chairs and crooks a finger at me. “Over here, Juliet.”
One look at my Daddy’s face tells me that disobeying now would not be in my best interest, so I force my feet forward. As soon as I reach his side, Uncle Max takes my hand, tipping me over his lap and flipping my skirt up. Grabbing his leg for balance, I look over to see Victoria is in the same position over Jasper’s lap.
I should probably feel jealous that my Daddy has another woman over his knee, that he’s stripping her diaper off instead of mine. But when Victoria turns her head and our eyes meet like they did at dinner the other night, all I feel is that same sense of kinship. We’re in this together, and it doesn’t matter who’s getting spanked by who—it still sucks all the same.
My own diaper gives way with a tug, and then Uncle Max’s large hand settles on my bare flesh, sending a shiver of fear up my spine.
“You girls are our responsibility,” he says, his voice even harder and unforgiving than my own Daddy’s. “When we give you rules, it’s always for your own good, and we expect those rules to be obeyed regardless of who gives them. I want you both to keep that in mind while you’re getting your bottoms warmed.”
With that, the weight of his hand on my ass disappears. But not for long. He spanks my right cheek, hard enough for me to jump in place over his knee.
Holy shit, Uncle Max spanks hard .
Definitely something to remember if I ever want to get in trouble around him again.
It only takes a few swats to turn me into a wiggling, whining tangle of limbs and tulle over his lap. My bottom burns with every connection of his hard palm against my bare skin, and if I could speak I would already be begging for mercy, promising to be a good girl forever.
Victoria, on the other hand, is not gagged, and she does the begging for both of us. “Owie, owie, owie, Uncle Jasper, we’re sorry! Please, we won’t ever do it again!”
“I’m very glad to hear that, little girl. But your Daddy and I are going to make very sure this lesson sinks in.”
It is! It is sinking in!
When a particularly hard swat catches the lower curve of my ass, I nearly manage to roll off Uncle Max’s lap. But he only pauses for a minute to tighten his grip, and to shift me so I’m laying over one thigh, with my legs trapped beneath his other leg. Not only does the position restrict my ability to move, it provides him access to that sensitive area where my ass and thighs meet, and he lays into those spots with such vigor I almost immediately burst into tears, sobbing around my pacifier.
A few more heavy swats land, and then I’m in his arms, my throbbing bottom perched on his knee as he rocks me back and forth. “Shhh. It’s all right, sweetheart. You took your spanking so well for me, Juju. I’m so proud of you.”
At his words, something settles inside me, and despite the fact that my bottom is still throbbing with pain, my tears start to dry up. Sniffling, I look up and tap my pacifier, silently asking to remove it.
“Have you learned your lesson about talking back?” he asks, his voice somehow stern and tender at the same time.
I nod vigorously and he chuckles as he reaches for the buckle on my gag, gently tugging it free from my mouth. “I’m sorry!” I wail as soon as I’m free, throwing my arms around him, sobbing into his neck.
“I know, sweetheart. It’s all forgiven.”
But it’s not. Still sniffling, I pull away and rub at my streaming eyes. “Is Daddy still m-mad at me?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
Strong, familiar arms scoop me up off Uncle Max’s lap, cradling me close. A glance to the side shows Victoria in the same position with her Daddy, being rocked gently as he murmurs something to her I can’t hear.
“What did you need to ask me, princess?”
“Are you still mad at me?” I feel a little pathetic asking, but I’m sore and sad and all I need in the world is to know my Daddy doesn’t hate me.
“No, princess, I’m not mad. I’m actually so proud of how well you took your spanking from Uncle Max. He spanks pretty hard, doesn’t he?”
“Uh-huh. The hardest .”
Chuckling, Daddy presses a kiss to my hair. “Hmm. Maybe I need to up my game a bit. Can’t have your Uncle Max showing me up.”
“No, Daddy! You spank hard, too!”
“Why does it feel like you’re just saying that to get out of the spanking you still have coming?”
I bury my face into his shoulder with a groan. With how my bottom aches already, I’d completely forgotten I had another punishment coming. “What if I promise to never ever be naughty ever again? Could we just skip the next spanking?”
“Sorry, princess. Not how it works.”
“It could be how it works, if you wanted. You’re the Daddy. You make the rules.”
Gripping my chin, he nudges my head back, his serious eyes boring into mine. “That’s exactly right. And when your uncles and auntie are here, they also make the rules. Which is why you are getting your bottom spanked twice, to remind you to listen to your Daddy, but also to listen to them as well. Which you can think about while you stand in the corner for a bit before the last part of your punishment.”
Jasper
To my surprise, Juliet slides off my lap with a sigh but no protests, and makes her way over to the corner I’ve pointed her toward. Victoria does the same, and at our instruction, both girls hold their dresses up, exposing their bare, glowing bottoms to the room.
“They make quite a sight, don’t they?” Maxwell asks, a hint of pride in the low growl of his voice.
“That they do. I could sit here all day and look at those pretty red bottoms on display.”
“Same. But that would be a bit much for our little ones, knowing they still have a second spanking coming. Best to get that over with and put them out of their misery.”
“Agreed.”
With one last long look at my princess’s pretty red bottom, I follow him into the kitchen where we each select a heavy wooden spoon for the final leg of our babygirls’ punishments before returning to the dining room and taking our spots on the chairs.
“Come here, girls,” Maxwell calls when we’re ready. Both girls hesitate a moment, looking over at each other. As if by some silent agreement, they nod and turn to shuffle their way over to us together.
“You girls were very naughty today,” I say, forcing my voice to remain stern despite the pity stirring in my chest at their sniffles and whimpers. “What if we hadn’t been watching you? What if you’d gotten into that champagne and made yourselves sick? Juliet, wouldn’t you feel horrible if your actions made Victoria ill?”
Eyes filling with fresh tears, Juliet nods. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispers hoarsely.
“Victoria is a guest in our home. It’s your responsibility to make sure you both are following our rules. Which is why you’ll be getting twice what Victoria gets. Maxwell?”
“I think ten with the spoon for my little thief.”
“So twenty for you, princess. Over you go.”
It’s a testament to how sorry she must be feeling—whether just for herself or for her actions, I’m not sure—that Juliet goes over my knee without protest. Flipping her skirts up, I run my gaze over her reddened bottom. Unfortunately for her, it’s about to be even redder.
With that thought, I shift her forward over one knee, trapping her legs with my other leg. “Give me your hand, Juliet. I don’t want you reaching back and getting your fingers smacked by the spoon.”
With a whimper, she complies, one hand braced on the floor and the other reaching back for me. Threading my fingers through hers, I give her hand a comforting squeeze as I pin her arm to her lower back. “Twenty with the spoon and then we’re all done here, princess.”
Taking aim at her bottom, I snap the flat side of the spoon against her skin nearly in unison with Maxwell laying the first swat down on Victoria’s upturned bottom. Our little ones both howl, their feet fluttering against the floor.
If I’ve ever seen a more perfect sight than this, I can’t recall.
With every snap of the spoon against her bare bottom, Juliet’s bottom turns redder and redder, her struggles and wails growing more forceful.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’ll never be naughty again, I promise!”
That’s not a promise I would ever expect a Little girl to keep, but especially not my Little girl. She’s a brat to her bones, and though it is clear she regrets her choices this time around, I have no doubt that as soon as the memory of this spanking fades, so will her vow to behave herself.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
By the fifteen count, she goes limp over my knee, sobbing her heart out. I’m tempted to cut the spanking short there, but I promised her twenty and a good Daddy always keeps his promises. So I deliver the next five to her sit spots, where I can be sure she’ll remember this punishment the rest of the day, before gathering her up in my arms.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, rocking her gently. Across from us, Maxwell does the same with Little Victoria, who is also heaving great big gulping sobs in her own Daddy’s arms.
Our eyes meet over their heads, and when he smiles, there’s a kinship there, deeper than anything we’ve had before.
It takes longer than before for our babygirls to settle, and when they finally do, Maxwell pushes to his feet with Victoria in his arms. “I think our little ones are ready for a nap. Thank you for having us, Jasper.”
“It was our pleasure. Juliet, say goodbye to Uncle Max and Tori, princess.”
Sniffling pitifully, she looks up at them with watery eyes. “Bye-bye, Uncle Max. I’m really sorry I got you in so much trouble, Tori.”
Pride swells in my chest. My sweet little princess.
“It’s okay,” Victoria responds with a tremulous smile. “Maybe you can come over and play dress-up soon?”
“Can I, Daddy?”
“If Uncle Max says it’s okay.”
“Of course. I was thinking of inviting the family over for dinner this weekend anyway. Why don’t you both come a few hours early so the girls have plenty of time to play? Preferably without the naughtiness this time,” he adds with a chuckle.
“That sounds perfect. What do you say to Uncle Max, princess?”
“Thank you, Uncle Max.”
“You are very welcome, sweet Juliet.” Shifting Victoria to his hip, he leans down to press a kiss to Juliet’s forehead. “You’re a good girl, Juju. We just need to curb those naughty urges a little bit.”
“Yes, Uncle Max.”
They exit the dining room together, and I carry Juliet to the kitchen and grab a bottle of milk from the fridge.
Back upstairs in her nursery, I hold my little princess in my arms, listening to the sound of her suckling the bottle, and I can only think how incredibly right this feels. Naughtiness and all, Juliet is mine, and I don’t know how I ever thought it could be anyone but her.