Chapter 5
Five
Kendall
I was quiet as a mouse the entire ride to Grant’s house.
I’d curled up with my head on his thigh, and he played with my pigtails, lightly pulling them.
He talked about random things, stuff going on around his ranch, at the bar.
Nothing serious, but it was hard to focus when my butt had a delicious sting left from his palm.
After the conversation at the fair, I wasn’t sure if he meant everything he’d said, but now I was convinced he was serious.
Somehow, he cared about me, and he wanted me to be the best girl I could be.
I didn’t think I was special enough for all his and Dalton’s attention, but I wasn’t silly enough to bring it up to either of them.
Grant parked next to his house and turned the engine off.
“Did you fall asleep, sweet girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I muttered, then immediately sat up. “I, uh, sorry, Grant. It’s just you spanked me, and the pet name and…”
“Shh, darling.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and mine, pulling me closer. We didn’t have much room with the steering wheel blocking us. “You can call me whatever you’re comfortable with. I’d very much like to be your Daddy.”
“And Dalton too? Like both of you?”
“I’m pretty sure Dalton is open minded when it comes to titles. We both want you to be happy.”
“But what will make you happy?”
Grant kissed me. A full-on passionate kiss that left me writhing on the seat.
He cupped the back of my head, keeping me in place.
I darted my tongue into his mouth, tasting him.
He smelled like the warmest amber and cedarwood cologne that reminded me of home.
In his arms, nothing else seemed to matter.
He would protect me, just like Dalton, and I’d blossom under his watchful eyes.
He pulled back, releasing me. “I’ve been denying myself a lot of things, Kendall. Our relationship is what’s been missing in my life. I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner.”
“So, you’re saying you think Dalton and I can make you happy?”
“No one can make another person happy, sweet girl, but I think we’ll all be a lot more fulfilled together. That can, in turn, bring an immense amount of happiness just in time for the holidays.”
“Before you get any ideas, one spanking didn’t ease all my worries away.”
“No, but maybe several will.”
My lower lip trembled. “Si-Sir,” I stammered. “I think you missed my whole point.”
The darkness of the cab prevented me from seeing his facial expression, but he chortled. “I heard you.”
I barely wrapped my head around the entirety of his statement before he swept me up against his chest and headed inside.
Dalton met us at the door. Damn it. He shouldn’t look so handsome standing with one arm against the top of the frame.
He had his jump bag with him as well as another bag, likely containing extra clothes or other essential items since he was used to plans changing at the last minute. Something his job prepared him for.
Dalton was giving off ‘bad boy’ vibes wearing his leather jacket and earring, but he was one of the kindest people I’d ever met.
Nothing about Dalton would place him in the ‘bad boy’ bucket.
Unfortunately, as my brother hinted at earlier, I had dated far too many men who played me. I wouldn’t go down that path again.
Pushing my thoughts away, I relaxed against Grant.
He ushered Dalton inside, and set me on my feet.
The two of them removed their jackets and shoes, talking about the weather or other mundane nonsense while I stared at them.
I hadn’t technically broken any rules today since we hadn’t established them, but I was tired of idling.
Tapping Dalton’s upper arm, I giggled. “Tag!”
Before I could run out of the room, he immediately grabbed the ends of my pigtails in his fist. I had no choice but to cease moving. “Caught you.”
Smirking, I glanced over my shoulder and raised both my thumbs. “Good job.”
“Sounds like you need some attention, prancer.” Dalton released my hair long enough to bend me over his arm. He was taller than me, and I had no leverage. He immediately targeted my sit-spots, slapping his hard palm across them over and over again until my feet danced in the air.
“Eek!” I had vastly underestimated what a spanking might feel like from him.
The swats he’d delivered over the past few days didn’t compare.
His hand expertly delivered a harsh reminder of what would happen when I challenged him, playfully or otherwise.
“I’m overthinking. Nothing you say is going to quiet the thoughts. ”
“Well, it’s a good thing I no longer plan on just talking.”
Flipping me around to face him, he shouldered me in one smooth motion.
I’d never, ever get used to him manhandling me.
I was at least four or five inches shorter than him, but running crazy hours and eating junk food had made my normally curvy body bigger than I felt comfortable with.
I was strong because of my job and my thick thighs stayed no matter what the scale read.
No one had ever uttered a comment about it, but some days it bothered me.
Dalton lifted me like I was nothing. Grant had done the same since the hard work on his ranch sculpted his arms and his abs.
He towered over me, but was only a few inches taller than Dalton.
“Dalton!”
“For the rest of the time we’re at Grant’s house, you can call me Sir or you can call me Daddy.”
And just like that, I found myself the object of affection of not one Daddy, but two. I’d buy my brother whatever the hell he wanted for Christmas because he called it way before I realized what was happening, though I’d longed for the dynamic I’d fallen into.
“Yes, Sir.” Glancing up, I saw Grant smiling at me. It was the same look he’d given me the other night in his office; not pity but genuine consideration. “I’m not going to be able to sit comfortably tomorrow, am I?”
“No, sweet girl. But you already knew that.” Grant patted my head.
“Do you own a paddle?” Dalton strutted into the den like he owned the place, though I didn’t think he and Grant had hung out at his house before. Setting me on the oversized sofa, he kept me close to him. “Or any implement?”
“Yes, I do. Do you want leather or wood?”
“I do enjoy wood,” Dalton teased. “But I’m quite skilled with either.”
“I’ll surprise you. Be right back.” Grant waggled his eyebrows and left the room, leaving me perched on Dalton’s knees.
“Take your pigtails down, prancer.”
I went to do it, but my fingers trembled as I tried to unwind the braids.
“Relax, darling.” Dalton took my hands in his, setting them at my sides.
He gently loosened each of the braids, running his fingers through my hair before lifting it to the nape of my neck and pulling it into a ponytail.
“I want a handle to control your bratty disposition, since it worked so well for us the other night.”
“I’ve got so much going on in my head, Sir. I really should have talked to someone.”
“I’m no longer going to leave you to your own devices, and I have no doubt Grant will do the same. I’m not speaking on his behalf, but we seem to be of similar mindsets.”
Shifting around to face him, I touched his lips with my fingers. “I’ve wanted more than just a friendship with you for a long time.”
“No more dwelling in past shit, Kendall. If my words don’t sink into your brain, applying a paddle to your gorgeous ass will help.”
As if on cue, Grant strolled into the room, twirling an ominous looking implement in his hand.
Dalton licked his lips as he watched, and it wasn’t only because of Grant’s looks.
I’d watched Dalton play at the BDSM club, selfishly wishing that he’d been directing his attention to me.
The look on his face meant bad things for my butt.
His sadistic side wanted nothing more than to bring a person to climax by applying a certain amount of pain.
The level varied, but I wasn’t spanked on the regular. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it.
“Yellow.”
“We haven’t started yet, prancer.” Dalton cupped my chin. “What’s freaking you out?”
Grant placed the implement out of my line of sight and joined us on the couch.
“You-you sort of looked like the cat who was about to eat the canary, Sir.” I stumbled over my words as I spoke to Dalton.
“Good thing you’re not a bird.” Dalton placed my hands on his shoulders and mirrored the action to mine. “Breathe.”
Grant added his comfort to the mix, rubbing my back. “I’d say the paddle has a worse bark than its bite, but I’d be lying.”
“Neither of you can punish me for rules we didn’t have in place.”
Dalton and Grant shared a look. “No, prancer. I want to get the gunk out of your head so we can focus on enjoying ourselves this holiday season instead of stressing. Do you trust me to do that?”
“Yes, Sir.” I breathed in and out a few times. I needed to get out of my own way, no matter what it took.
Dalton arranged me so I was draped across his and Grant’s lap. I’d been held across one lap in the past while another person spanked me, but this position put my ample bottom directly into prime realty space for both men. They had easy access to reach all of it.
“Remember, this isn’t a punishment, darling.” Dalton spoke over my shoulder before striking either side of my ass, hard and fast.
His pace was unyielding, barely allowing me to breathe through it. It was calculated so that I’d feel the burn immediately so I wouldn’t be stuck in my head anymore and would have to focus on the moment. Dalton was so smart. After one particular hard slap, I kicked my legs out.
“Ouch!” I looked up at Grant. “I’ve had enough. Dalton’s hands hurt with or without a paddle.”
“That last one was me, sweet girl,” he said, looking quite pleased with himself. “If we stop now, when your ass is barely blushing, I bet you’ll find yourself in this position again sooner rather than later.”
“No, I won’t.”