Chapter 16
JOSIE
Ihaven’t had to stand in the corner and “think about what I’ve done” since I was an actual child.
It’s even worse than I remember.
Of course, that could be because now I’m standing in a corner with my pants around my knees and my diapered bottom on display while my friend suffers the same fate because of my actions.
Guilt twists in my tummy at the thought of sweet Lanie getting spanked because of something I did without her even knowing it.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs has me straightening, my heart pounding so loud I wonder if everyone else can hear it. The footsteps pause, and then there’s a brief, hushed discussion before someone clears their throat.
“Lanie, Josie.” Daddy’s tone is hard as steel and it’s all I can do not to whimper. “Come here, please.”
Dragging in a deep breath, I force myself to turn and hobble over to stand in front of my own Daddy, who is flanked by Axel and Gray. Thankfully, everyone else seems to have made themselves scarce. I’m still definitely getting spanked, but at least I won’t have a huge audience.
Arms crossed, Daddy takes the lead, pinning us both with a stern glare. “Being allowed to play alone in your nurseries is a privilege. One you have both just forfeited for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s not fair! Lanie didn’t even do anything wrong!”
Daddy’s expression clearly says I shouldn’t be arguing, but I can’t help it. “When Little girls are naughty together, they get punished together. Perhaps next time you’ll think twice before involving Lanie in your naughty plans in any capacity.”
This is so fucking unfair. “Whatever.”
Something flickers in his eyes, something that has my pussy clenching with need even as my fear twists my stomach into knots. “And because you used Auntie Gray’s bedroom to try and hide from us, she will be giving you the spankings you’ve both earned. Starting with Melanie.”
The world spins around me. Gracie is going to spank me?
No. Absolutely the fuck not. There is no possible way I’ll survive this humiliation.
“Daddy, please,” I whisper, making my voice as pitiful as I can manage. “I’m really, really sorry. I won’t ever be naughty again.”
To my shock, a smile tugs at his lips. “You’ve promised me that very same thing more than once, bug. I think we both know you just can’t help yourself.”
Stepping forward, he hoists me into his arms and carries me over to the couch, sitting down with me perched on his lap. There’s a tearing sort of sound I recognize as the tabs of my diaper being undone and humiliation floods my body as I’m exposed to the entire room.
He shifts me so my back is pressed against his chest and I’m facing the open area of the living room.
“We are going to sit right here and watch your Auntie Gray spank Lanie’s bottom until it’s red and sore, so that maybe the next time you want to do something naughty when you’re with your friends, you’ll think twice. Gray?”
Sighing quietly, Gray steps forward to grasp Lanie’s arm, pulling her toward the chair that’s been situated in the middle of the room.
“I’m sorry, Auntie Gray, I’m sorry!” Lanie cries, tugging at Gray’s iron grip. “Please don’t spank me!”
But Gray ignores her pleas for mercy entirely as she sits and pulls Lanie down over her lap. “When you are told to stay in one place, we expect you girls to stay in that place. Am I understood, Melanie Brynne?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Lanie wails, her feet kicking useless in the air. “I was being a good girl!”
Guilt churns in my stomach, making bile rise in my throat as I watch Gray effortlessly strip Lanie’s diaper from her, baring her bottom to the room.
“Unfortunately for you, little girl, we have no way of proving that. So we are going to have to proceed under the assumption you were involved in Josie’s naughtiness. ”
With that, Gray’s hand snaps down against Lanie’s bottom, leaving behind a crisp, pink handprint. At the exact same time, Daddy’s fingers find my shamefully soaked pussy, sliding between my dripping lips to caress the swollen little bud there.
“What a filthy Little girl you are, Josie-Posie,” he whispers in my ear as Gray lands another spank on poor Lanie’s exposed bottom. “Getting your friend in trouble and then enjoying her punishment like this. So very naughty you are.”
“I-I’m not enjoying it.”
But my protests are in vain. Because there’s no denying how wet I am, or the way my pussy clenches with every swat, every cry. I don’t want to be enjoying Lanie’s pain, but my body clearly has other ideas.
With every swat, Daddy strokes me, sending little flashes of need pulsing through my veins while my friend thrashes and cries over our “Auntie’s” lap.
And then he gets devious.
When Gray pauses to pick up her hairbrush, Daddy slides two fingers inside me, forcing me to stretch to accommodate him as the heel of his hand settles against my clit.
Lanie’s cries turn to wails of pain, her pleas for mercy and promises of good behavior forever and ever filling the room while my Daddy works me relentlessly toward my peak.
It’s awful. Humiliating. Sickening.
Intoxicating.
Soon my hips are moving of their own accord, grinding against his hand as I watch poor Lanie’s bottom turn redder and redder under Gray’s brush. I’m a horrible, wicked person, but I can’t stop myself from chasing my release, even as tears of regret stream down my cheeks.
Then, when I’m trembling on the precipice, just about to go flying, it all… stops. Daddy’s fingers go still inside me as Gray sets her brush aside, and he pulls them from me completely when she pulls Lanie into her arms, rocking and cuddling her as Lanie sobs her heart out.
Now, there’s no pleasure to distract me from the guilt of not only putting Lanie in a position to be so severely punished, but enjoying her pain as it was happening. I’m forced to observe the consequences of my actions with my pussy still pulsing with unmet need.
God, I really am the worst person in the world.
It’s a relief, really, when Gray passes Lanie off to her Daddy, Axel bouncing her in his arms as he murmurs soft words for only her to hear and Gray’s dark eyes meet mine across the room.
“All right, little girl. Your turn.”
Josie
My heart really does feel like it might beat straight out of my chest as Daddy lifts me off his lap and puts me on my feet facing Gray.
And for several long moments all I can do is stand there, staring down my former best friend.
There’s no possible way I can make myself walk over there and let her spank me.
But then there’s a hand on my back, pushing me forward, and Daddy murmurs in my ear. “You can put yourself over Auntie Gray’s knee or Daddy can put you there. But if I have to do it, you’ll be getting my belt after she’s done with you.”
That threat gives me the strength I need to move forward with slow, shuffling steps until I’m standing beside Gray’s chair.
“Please don’t do this,” I whisper, my voice thick with unshed tears. “Please, Gracie.”
Again I catch a glimpse of the girl she was when we were younger. But then she disappears and I’m left with my stern “Auntie”. “My name is Gray. And Little girls in this house call me Auntie Gray. The next time you don’t use my correct title, I’ll wash your mouth out with soap before I spank you.”
Horror and betrayal well in my chest, threatening to suffocate me. I don’t have a chance to respond though, before I’m pulled down over her thighs. My ass is already bare, thanks to Daddy playing with me during Lanie’s spanking, and Gray wastes no time laying into me.
Fast, stinging swats cover my entire bottom, and I wrap my hands around the legs of the chair, determined not to give them the satisfaction of kicking up a fuss or crying.
That resolve only lasts until she shifts her focus to my sensitive sit-spots, the fresh pain surprising a series of yelps from me as I flutter my feet.
“When an adult tells you to stay somewhere, you stay there, Josephine Elise,” Gray lectures, moving again to the fullest part of my bottom, the strength of her swats increasing. “This house is too big for Little girls to go wandering around and getting into mischief.”
“I wasn’t getting into mischief! I was just playing a game!”
Okay, probably not the best time to be arguing my point, especially since I was, indeed, getting into mischief. But they don’t actually know that, and the injustice of it all sits heavy in my stomach.
To my shock, the argument seems to work.
The spanking stops and Gray’s hand comes to rest on my sore bottom.
“I know you, Josie.” Her voice is hard, with no trace of the warmth or softness I remember.
“Probably better than anyone, Bram included. And I know damn well you were up to something, even if I don’t know exactly what.
Which is why you are here, getting your bottom paddled, so that maybe next time you will think twice about breaking the rules. ”
A second later, pain explodes across my bottom and I don’t think, I just react. Back arching up, I let out a loud cry as a second swat from the hairbrush connects with my opposite cheek.
“I’m sorry!” All thoughts of not giving them the satisfaction of breaking me fly out the window as Gray’s brush falls over and over again, covering my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs with burning pain. “I’m sorry, I won’t be naughty again!”
“Like I said,” Gray says with a chuckle, “I know you better than that, Josie. I know you need your bottom paddled until you are a sore, sobbing mess for you to actually mean anything you’re saying right now.”
Fuck, I hate that she’s probably right. Though I am feeling fairly certain that I won’t be breaking this particular rule again anytime soon, the odds of me getting in some kind of trouble remain fairly high.
For what feels like hours, I struggle and flail and beg over her knee. Until, at last, I break. Slumped over her lap, my entire body shaking with my sobs, I can’t even form actual words as I try to promise I’ll be good forever and ever and ever.
“There we go.” With shocking ease, she lifts me up to sit on her lap, cradling me close as she presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you going to be a good girl and follow the rules now, Josie-Posie?”
Curling into her familiar-yet-not embrace, I nod. “Y-yes, Auntie Gray.”
“Good.” Another kiss, and despite my earlier resistance to being spanked by my childhood bestie, I can feel myself melting into her. “I know this is hard. But we love you and we just want what’s best for our Little girls. Okay?”
I nod, pressing myself tighter against her chest. And as my tears slow and my breathing returns to normal, I realize I’m not just nodding to avoid being spanked again. Somehow, I actually believe her when she says she wants what’s best for me.
And I have no fucking clue what to do about that.