Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
COLBY
Ichuckled as I read Andrei's text to Kaleb, imagining Lottie's reaction when she found herself over his knee tonight. "Her ass is going to regret losing track of time again."
Kaleb looked up from his phone, a knowing smile playing across his lips. "She never learns, does she?"
"I don't think Andrei wants her to," I replied, my voice dropping conspiratorially. "I suspect he lets her go past eight just so he has an excuse to punish her."
Kaleb barked out a laugh. "You might be right. He's been in a particularly good mood since she started testing boundaries."
We moved through the kitchen, preparing for their arrival. I set out glasses while Kaleb checked on dinner warming in the oven—a lasagna I'd made earlier, knowing we might need something that could wait. Our routines had become effortless, domestic in a way that still surprised me sometimes.
The sound of tires on the driveway alerted us to their arrival.
Through the kitchen window, I could see Oscar parking the Audi.
The back door opened, and Andrei emerged with Lottie thrown over his shoulder, her legs kicking uselessly as she protested loudly enough that I could hear her muffled complaints through the glass.
"Let me down, you overgrown caveman! This is undignified! I'm a company director now—I have a reputation!"
"And your reputation will still be intact after I redden your bottom," came Andrei's calm reply as he carried her toward the house.
Kaleb and I exchanged amused glances, moving to meet them at the door.
Oscar followed behind them, his expression perfectly professional despite the twitching corners of his mouth that betrayed his amusement. He caught my eye as he passed, giving me a subtle nod before retrieving a container from the refrigerator.
"I'll be in my quarters if you need anything," he said, gesturing toward the French doors leading to his apartment in the back. "Though I suspect you'll be... occupied."
"Thanks, Oscar," I replied, unable to suppress my grin as the security chief gave us a wave and made a hasty retreat. He'd learned early in our arrangement with Lottie that a strategic withdrawal was sometimes the wisest course.
Andrei carried Lottie up the stairs without pausing, his large hand squeezing her ass possessively as she continued her protests. Kaleb and I followed, our laughter echoing in the stairwell.
In our bedroom, Andrei sat on the bench at the foot of the bed and pulled Lottie sideways over his lap, holding her steady with an arm banded across her midsection. Her honey-brown hair fell forward, obscuring her face, but I could see the telltale flush creeping up her neck.
I took my usual seat in the armchair positioned with the perfect view of proceedings, my breath already quickening in anticipation. No matter how many times I witnessed Andrei disciplining Lottie, it never failed to arouse me.
"Charlotte," Andrei's voice shifted into that deeper register that always made Lottie shiver, "do you know why you're being spanked?"
"Because you're a controlling tyrant who thinks he owns my time?" she shot back, her tone decidedly bratty.
My eyebrows shot up. She was particularly feisty tonight.
Andrei's hand cracked down on her ass without warning, the sharp sound making my cock twitch in my pants. Lottie yelped, more in surprise than pain given the relatively gentle nature of that first swat.
"Let's try that again," Andrei said evenly, not a hint of irritation in his voice despite her sass. "Why are you being spanked, kroshka?"
Lottie squirmed on his lap, clearly realizing she'd pushed too far. "Because I worked past eight," she admitted, her voice softer.
"And why do we have that rule?"
"Because you care about me getting enough rest and not overworking myself," she answered, properly contrite now.
"That's right." Andrei stroked her hair, a gentle reward for her correct answer. "We established this rule for your well-being, not to control you. When you deliberately break it, you show disregard not only for our authority but for your own health."
"I'm sorry, Daddy A," she murmured.
"I know you are. But being sorry doesn't mean there aren't consequences." Andrei's hand smoothed over the curve of her ass through her dress. "Since this is your first punishment spanking, I think ten should suffice. You'll count each one, and you'll thank me after. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy A."
Kaleb leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched. The hungry expression on his face mirrored what I felt—desire, certainly, but also pride in how perfectly Lottie responded to correction.
Andrei lifted the hem of Lottie's dress, folding it neatly up to her waist to reveal her pale blue panties. The contrast against her creamy skin was enticing, and I shifted in my seat, trying to relieve the growing pressure in my pants.
The first real spank landed with a satisfying crack, Lottie's body jerking slightly at the impact.
"One," she gasped. "Thank you, Daddy A."
The second fell slightly lower, catching the sensitive spot where her thigh met her bottom. "Two! Thank you, Daddy A."
By the fifth spank, her voice had grown breathy, a telltale sign that her arousal was building alongside the sting. Andrei knew exactly how to calibrate his strength—firm enough to teach a lesson, but not so hard as to cause genuine distress.
"Six," she moaned, her hips subtly pushing back to meet his hand. "Thank you, Daddy A."
I couldn't take my eyes off them—the way Andrei's large hand contrasted against Lottie's reddening skin, how her body responded to each impact, the gentle way he paused between strikes to soothe the sting with a caress.
"Seven! Thank you, Daddy A."
Kaleb's breathing had grown heavier, his hand occasionally adjusting himself through his pants. I wasn't faring much better, my cock straining painfully against my zipper as I watched Lottie receive her punishment.
"Eight... thank you, Daddy A."
Her voice broke slightly on the ninth spank, a small sob escaping her. Not from pain—I knew Andrei would never truly hurt her—but from the overwhelming emotions that often accompanied a good spanking.
"Nine... thank you, Daddy A."
"Last one, kroshka," Andrei murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're taking your punishment so beautifully."
The final spank was the hardest, landing squarely across both cheeks with a resounding crack that made even me wince.
"Ten!" Lottie cried out, her body trembling. "Thank you, Daddy A."
Andrei immediately gathered her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as she buried her face in his neck. His large hand stroked up and down her back, soothing her as she caught her breath.
"Such a good girl for me," he murmured, pressing kisses to her forehead. "Taking your punishment so well. I'm proud of you, kroshka."
I shifted in my seat again, trying desperately to relieve the pressure on my aching cock.
The sight of Lottie's red bottom, the way she clung to Andrei, the soft sounds of her breathing—it was almost too much.
I wanted to strip her naked and lay her across the bed, to watch her come apart under my hands and mouth.
But that would have to wait. This was Andrei's scene to finish.
"Colby will rub lotion on your bottom before bed," Andrei told her, his fingers gently combing through her disheveled hair. "It will help with the sting."
Lottie nodded, her face still hidden against his neck. When she finally lifted her head, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with unshed tears and arousal.
"I really am sorry for working late," she said, her voice small.
"We know, baby girl," Kaleb replied from his position against the wall. "And now you're forgiven. Clean slate."
That was the beauty of our dynamic—discipline followed by immediate forgiveness and affection. No lingering resentment, no prolonged guilt. Just a lesson learned and love reaffirmed.
I finally stood, no longer able to remain a passive observer. "Dinner's ready whenever you are," I said, my voice rougher than I'd intended. "Though I think someone might need a moment to compose herself."
Lottie smiled through her tear-dampened lashes. "Food sounds amazing right now."
"Of course it does," Andrei chuckled, helping her stand. "Nothing works up an appetite like a good spanking."
As they moved toward the door, Andrei's hand possessively cupped Lottie's red bottom, and she leaned into his touch rather than pulling away. That small gesture of acceptance, of trust even after discipline, made my heart swell with love for her.
Our girl was truly extraordinary—strong enough to accept correction, brave enough to submit, and loving enough to embrace all aspects of our unusual relationship.
I followed them downstairs, already planning exactly how I'd apply that lotion later tonight, taking my time to soothe every inch of her punished skin.
And if my ministrations led to more intimate activities... well, that was just one more benefit of being one of Charlotte Alexander's Daddies.
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After dinner, we retreated back to our bedroom, the scene from earlier still lingering in the air between us. I could tell by the way Lottie shifted in her seat during the meal that her bottom was still pleasantly tender—a reminder of Andrei's firm hand and the consequences of breaking our rules.
"Let's get you changed for bed, little one," I said, my voice gentle as Kaleb and Andrei helped her up the stairs.
Our bedroom had become a sanctuary of sorts, the massive California king bed easily accommodating all four of us.
The soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room as Kaleb opened a drawer and pulled out Lottie's favorite sleep shirt—an oversized tee with a cartoon character I couldn't identify but that made her smile every time she wore it.
"Arms up," Andrei instructed, his tone softened from the stern Daddy voice he'd used earlier.