Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lee
I felt like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.
For years, I’ve watched friends pair off with the perfect Little or submissive for them, and even though I’ve been beyond glad that they met the person who completed them, there was always a part of my heart that felt just the smallest amount of jealousy at being on the outside looking in.
And now, just within reach, I had my happily ever after.
Thanks to our emergency visit to Hope’s room, none of us had experienced the blow-up of the speaker for the rope play workshop, finding the glitter-bombed room.
Nor did we get to see it in its full glory, as by the time we went to see Master Derek about it, most of the offending craft supplies had been cleaned out.
But as every self-respecting Daddy knew, there was no way we’d ever truly get rid of it all. In fact, if anyone needed additional proof of that fact, all they had to do was look at Tyrell, Perry, and me. Despite cleaning up, we all had a certain golden sheen ourselves thanks to our Hope.
Our discussion with Master Derek about Hope’s punishment was brief and to the point.
He’d listened to her and then thanked her for her confession before informing her that the culprits had been pretty easy to track down simply by following the trail of gold and silver glitter from the newly decorated room.
“Then why didn’t you say something?” she asked.
“I’ve found it to be quite beneficial to let the guilty parties stew for a bit.
Experience has shown that while Littles love pranks, they don’t love the guilt that often follows.
Sadie and Misty also confessed and will be facing the music as well.
” After giving her a moment to consider his explanation, he added, “Now, the only remaining question is what to do about you, isn’t it? ”
Hope had swallowed hard. “Yes, Master Derek.”
As she was agreeable about me and Tyrell handing out the punishment, the Ranch owner had left us to our devices as long as we promised to take her well in hand.
And well in hand was exactly what we planned on doing.
For now, I’d be leaving Perry’s punishment to Tyrell, but hopefully, sometime soon, I’d be able to have my say in that too. Because even though he hadn’t physically helped her spread the joy, he’d had a hand in planning it and hiding it from us, so in my mind, he was just as responsible as Hope.
A Hope who was very visibly trembling and chewing on a delicious bottom lip as she waited to see what Tyrell and I would do.
We’d decided to move the punishment scene to my apartment, instead of trying to find an unoccupied playroom. With all the guests in attendance at the Ranch, and so many people finding suitable partners, most of the spaces were either reserved or already in use.
And I felt more comfortable in my own space, with my own toys.
Perry had his nose in a corner of my bedroom, his bare, plugged bottom sticking out at an angle. He was to remain there until we were done with Hope, and then Tyrell and I would each see to one of our Little ones’ aftercare, changing out if we felt the need.
“Button,” Tyrell said softly, but his voice still had Hope jumping and her nervous face turning our way.
He moved to sit next to her, pulling her close to his body as he stroked her hair.
“I know we haven’t discussed limits yet, but you have to know that neither Daddy Lee nor I would do anything to harm you in a bad way, right? ”
The beautiful girl looked up at him, pulling slightly away so she could meet his gaze. “I know, Daddy,” she whispered.
Tyrell looked to me, his expression probably mirroring my own. We would just have to trust our girl to stop us if she was uncomfortable with anything happening. But just in case...
“You understand your safe words and how to use them? It won’t get you out of your punishment, but if you really don’t like what we’re doing, and it is too much for you, we will stop and discuss a different punishment.”
She turned to me. “I do, Daddy Lee. Green for good, yellow for a pause and check-in and red if I need it to end.”
“Good girl,” Tyrell murmured before giving her a quick kiss on her temple. “Then get up for us, take off your clothes, and go wait for us in Daddy Lee’s bedroom, okay, button?”
Our girl nodded before quickly disposing of her clothes, letting them all drop to the floor in a big pile. Later—much later—I’ll work on her being a bit tidier, but for now we needed to get her first punishment behind us.
We quickly followed, and I watched as Tyrell went to check in with Perry before bringing all my attention to the beautiful girl kneeling in front of my bed.
She was the perfect submissive.
And I was so looking forward to watching her grow more comfortable with being our perfect Little girl.
Or rather—considering what we were presently about to do— our perfectly imperfect Little girl and I wouldn’t wish her to be anything else.
After Tyrell was done with Perry, he took a seat on the bed before calling Hope to come drape herself over his lap. “I’m going to spank this pretty bottom, and warm it up for Daddy Lee, button. Then he’s going to get the flogger and see that our naughty girl gets the punishment she needs.”
Hope let out a soft whimper, the first sign that she might be looking forward to her spanking more than she should have been.
A loud smack rang throughout the room, quickly followed by a startled yelp from Hope.
“You’ll count them out for me, button. Or I’ll have to start over again.”
“One!” she quickly shouted before wiggling on Tyrell’s lap.
He then immediately followed through on his part of the punishment, sharp smacks raining down on her bare bottom. The plump cheeks rapidly pinkened up as he carefully warmed the entire surface.
At first her counting was a bit matter-of-fact, but soon her words turned breathy as she whimpered, whined, and wriggled.
Our lovely Little was enjoying her punishment just a bit too much.
Which only meant we’d have to see that she didn’t find release at the end of it, because we didn’t want to encourage her to misbehave.
Too much, anyway.
When Hope’s breaths were ragged, and her cheeks stained with tears that were soundlessly escaping, Tyrell finally finished with her. When he let her up I could see he wasn’t unaffected either. The large bulge of his erect cock pressed against the zipper of his pants.
I was sporting a similar problem in my own trousers.
“There we go, button,” Tyrell murmured to her as he made quick work of wiping tears from her face and placing a soft, tender kiss on her lips. “All warmed up for your other Daddy.”
That’s when I finally stepped up to the dresser to pick up the flogger I’d be using.
“You’re going to bend over the bed, sweetheart. You’re going to be good for me and not move a muscle, do you understand?”
She nodded, her head moving up and down like a bobblehead doll.
“If you can’t be still, I’ll have to restrain you. I’ll have to tie you up so you can focus on taking your punishment properly,” I warned her, and she worked her bottom lip with her teeth again, making my aching cock pulse in my pants.
“I’ll be good, Daddy,” she promised.
“There’s my good girl,” I murmured, and she quickly turned around and bent over the bed as I had instructed. Her beautiful bottom was flushed red, and I could only imagine how the soft tresses of the flogger would feel against her inflamed skin.
And the spectacular marks it would leave behind.
At the first touch of the flogger to her bottom, a sense of possession and joy filled me. This is what I’d been waiting for. Longing for. Hunting for. Our Hope.
Not so much the act of punishing the woman who was meant for me but knowing that she was meant for me.
She, Tyrell, and Perry were everything I could ever need and this act was the first step of making it so.
Her breathless counting grounded me in the now, ensuring I stayed in the scene so I didn’t hurt my girl. Her silent tears quickly turned into outright sobbing and senseless words or phrases that made no sense.
“Please, Daddy!” she cried out. But whether it was for me to stop, or for more, I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter because we were both flying.
And then her face sank into the bed as she cried out the last count.
Instantly, I dropped the flogger on the floor and rushed to claim my girl.
I dragged her onto the bed with me, careful not to anger her flaming bottom any more than I needed to.
After carefully applying some lotion to help with the sting later, I cuddled her in my arms and brought a bottle of water to her lips so she could take slow sips from it.
Tyrell soon followed us onto the bed, clutching Perry in his arms. The Little boy was crying too, his large eyes filled with tears as his shoulders wracked with silent sobs.
“There now,” Tyrell murmured into our Little boy’s hair. “All’s forgiven now. You both did so well.”
I crooned at Hope as I stroked her hair and lavished her face with soft butterfly kisses.
After a while both Perry and Hope stopped crying and they just cuddled in close to us. The hand I had wrapped around Hope’s waist reached out and Tyrell was quick to lace his fingers with mine.
Our eyes met over our Littles; heads, and even though we still hadn’t had the discussion yet, I could see the same emotion filling my chest on his face.
Whatever this was becoming, neither of us seemed willing to let it go.