Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Danny
He hadn’t expected there to be so many rules.
And he sure as hell hadn’t expected to be put in charge of Kylie when Addison wasn’t around. It made sense, in a way, and he’d always sort of taken on that “big brother” role with her when they were in their Little spaces. But having it written out like that in black and white felt so… real.
“There.” Addison grinned as she finished tying a bright pink ribbon around Kylie’s ponytail. The ribbon matched the rest of Kylie’s adorable, undeniably Little outfit.
Turning toward the full length mirror in her room, Kylie examined her reflection. Perfect white teeth nibbled at her full bottom lip as she turned this way and that, the skirt swishing with every movement. “I look so…”
“Cute,” Danny supplied, flashing her a grin when she looked up at him, her eyes so wide and hopeful it was physically painful to see. “Seriously, Ky. You look great.”
“I look Little. Everyone is going to know.”
Stepping behind her, Addison wrapped her arms around Kylie’s waist. “Babygirl, everyone already knows.”
“What?” Panic widened Kylie’s eyes even further. “What do you mean?”
“Baby…” Addison gently turned Kylie around to face her. “You showed up in my class dressed in the most Little outfit to ever be worn and you told everyone loud and clear that you are a Little. Did you really think that news wasn’t going to burn through the Ranch like wildfire?”
“I—” Kylie frowned and he swore he could see her brain going into overdrive. “I didn’t actually think about that.” She turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “Why didn’t you think about that?”
“I did. And I tried to tell you, but you’re a stubborn brat when you’ve made up your mind about something.”
“I’m not a brat, Daniel Hollis, you take that back!”
Uh-oh. He’d seen enough of Kylie’s tantrums to know when she was on the verge of one. But before he could decide if he was going to diffuse the situation or continue pushing her buttons, Addison stepped in.
Literally.
Moving between them, Addison gripped Kylie’s chin, forcing his “sister’s” attention to their Mommy. “For someone who says she isn’t a brat, you are doing a very impressive impersonation of one right now, Kylie Anne.”
Blushing furiously, Kylie dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Mommy.”
“I’m not the one you owe an apology to, little girl.”
Kylie peeked up at him through her lashes. “Sorry, Danny.”
“Good girl,” Addison praised. “Now, are you going to wear the outfit Mommy picked out for you, or do you want to change?”
“I’ll wear it.”
“That makes me very happy, little dove.” Releasing her grip on Kylie’s chin, Addison checked her watch. “We should get going. We don’t want to keep your Uncle Sammy and Lizzie waiting.”
Everything about Kylie lit up. “They’re coming to breakfast with us?”
“No. We’re going to their place for breakfast. Uncle Sammy is making waffles and then you’re going to have a playdate with Lizzie.”
Squealing so loudly it threatened to burst his eardrums, Kylie threw her arms around Addison’s neck. “Thank you Mommy! This is the best surprise ever!”
“I thought you might like it. And I was hoping it would give the three of us some more time to get used to our new roles without the whole Ranch watching our every move.”
It made sense. But like any older brother, he couldn’t quite hide his annoyance at the thought of being forced to spend a whole day playing with his Little sister and her friend. “Do we have to?”
To his surprise, Addison didn’t seem bothered by his question. Amusement danced in her eyes as she reached for him, cupping his cheek in her soft, small palm. “Yes, my sweet boy. But don’t worry. Mommy has something very special planned for you after our playdate. If you’re a good boy, that is.”
His cock jerked at the promise in her words. “I’ll be good.” He’d be whatever she wanted him to be if it meant getting his reward.
“I know you will. Because you want to set a good example for the Little ones, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“That’s my good boy. Now, let’s go see a man about some waffles.”
Kylie
It was all she could do not to let her Little out in full force as they walked from the student dorms to the teacher’s apartments. Even if the whole Ranch knew she was Little, it still felt weird to act that way in public.
But the second Uncle Sammy opened the door to the apartment he shared with Eliza, all bets were off.
“Uncle Sammy!” Throwing her arms around his neck, she pressed a loud kiss to his cheek before hurrying inside. “Where’s—uh oh.”
Her best friend stood facing the corner, her hands behind her head and her skirt tucked into its own waistband to reveal a very red bottom.
“Eliza,” Kylie groaned. “What did you do now?”
A gentle tug on her ponytail had Kylie turning around to face her mockingly stern “uncle”. “You know the rules, Kylie Anne. No talking to Lizzie while she’s in the corner.”
“Well, when is she getting out of the corner? I wanna play!”
“Kylie.” Unlike Uncle Sammy, her Mommy’s voice sounded actually stern. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m not!” Kylie whined, so fully in her Little space she couldn’t even hear the alarm bells ringing in her own mind. “I just wanna play!”
Mommy raised a brow. “Perhaps you’d like to wait in the corner with your friend.”
Okay, now she heard the alarms. Whoops. “No, Mommy.”
“Then why don’t you ask your, ah, uncle if you can help with anything.”
Sighing heavily, Kylie looked up at her friend's Daddy. “Do you need me to set the table, Uncle Sammy?”
“That would be very helpful, thank you, sweetheart.”
“Okay!” It wasn’t as fun as playing with Eliza, but at least it gave her something to do. Almost as much at home in their apartment as she was in her own dorm, Kylie went to the cabinet where the plates were kept and pulled down five.
“Do you need help with anything else, Samuel?” Mommy asked from behind her.
“Nah. You and Danny can have a seat at the table or on the couch if you like. The waffle iron is just about ready.”
Kylie had just gotten the silverware onto the table when Uncle Sammy’s phone buzzed against the countertop.
“Come here, Eliza Jane.”
Spinning away from the corner, Eliza hurried over to her Daddy, her cheeks nearly as red as her bottom. Uncle Sammy gripped her chin, his expression serious. “Are you ready to behave yourself, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you are only going to use respectful language from now on?”
Eliza sighed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Fix your clothes and help Kylie finish setting the table.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Kylie watched her friend pull her panties back up over her fiery bottom and fix her skirt.
“What did you do?” she whispered when Eliza reached for a stack of cups from the cabinet.
“I got a little too excited about you coming, and when Daddy told me to settle down, I told him to pull the stick out of his ass and let me live my life.”
“Oh, Eliza.”
“I know, I know.” Groaning, Eliza rubbed at her bottom. “I got carried away.”
“Poor Eliza.” Wrapping her arms around her bestie, Kylie squeezed. “No more naughties this morning. I really don’t want another spanking and I’m sure you don’t either.”
“Another?” Pulling away, Eliza waggled her brows. “What did you do?”
“Overslept.”
“Oh.” Eliza’s expression fell. “Well, that’s boring.”
“Maybe, but it was a really freaking hot spanking.” Cheeks flaming, Kylie dropped her voice. “And Mommy teased me after, so now I’m so freaking horny I can hardly stand myself.”
“Do you think she’d, you know, deny you if you were too naughty?”
“Probably and I don’t really want to find out. So please can we be good today?”
“Of course, babe.” Grinning, Eliza hooked her arm through Kylie’s. “Let’s get you laid.”
Addison
Eliza and Kylie were so much cuter in their “Little” spaces than she could have imagined. She still wasn’t entirely convinced Eliza was a good influence on her babygirl, but she wasn’t enough of a monster to break up a long-standing friendship like that.
And when Samuel had texted her the night before about setting up a playdate, he’d pointed out that he and Eliza had been Kylie’s “safe space” for her Little side for nearly two years at this point.
So if she wanted to see her babygirl in her most natural state, she needed to take her where she was the most comfortable.
And Kylie was clearly very comfortable at Uncle Sammy’s.
She acted exactly like a girl hanging out at her childhood bestie’s house, getting herself water, plucking toys from the box in the living room to play with, getting sassy with Samuel until Addison threatened to take her home if she couldn’t behave herself.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t tried sneaking a snack yet,” Samuel said quietly, chuckling as they watched their Little ones play. “Usually by now she’s tried at least three times, which is when we escalate from warnings to a spanking.”
“And she does this often?”
“Every time. It’s basically part of our routine at this point.”
Frowning, Addison watched her babygirl chatter about what her doll was doing in her game with Eliza. “Is she very naughty with you?”
“No. Well, not compared to my Lizzie, anyway. And it depends on how stressed she is. During finals week last semester she was a bit of a hellion during her visit, until I had no choice but to use Lizzie’s hairbrush on her. Once she got that spanking out of her system, she was fine.”
“That sounds… completely unlike Kylie.”
“It’s completely unlike Big Kylie. Little Kylie is a different entity altogether.”
“I’m beginning to see that.”
Glancing over at where Danny was curled up on the couch, his eyes glued to his phone, she bit back a sigh. It had to be hard for him, being so much “older” than the girls, but she didn’t want him playing on his phone all morning, either.
“Daniel. Give me your phone, please.”
Clearly startled, Danny jerked his head up and stared at her. “My phone?”
“Yes. We’re visiting with friends and you’re being rude.”
“But, Mommy,” he whined, sounding so much like an annoyed older brother she had to swallow a laugh. “I’m bored.”
“Then play with your sister and Eliza.”
“But they’re playing stupid girl games.”
“Hey!” The two girls on the floor protested loudly.
Pushing to her feet, Addison held out a hand. “Excuse us for a moment. Come with me, Daniel James.”
Worry filled his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’ll give you my phone.”
“It’s too late for that. Come with me.”
From the couch, Samuel watched them with amusement as Danny took her hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. “You can use my bedroom if you need some privacy. There’s a hairbrush on the sink in the bathroom.”
“Haha, good one, Uncle Sammy!”
Before she could turn around to scold her babygirl, Samuel stepped in. “Kylie Anne. You know better than that. It’s not nice to tease people about being in trouble.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Kylie scowled. “He was mean to us first!”
“Do you need a timeout, little girl?”
“No, Uncle Sammy.”
“Then I suggest you stop arguing with me and leave your brother alone.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Satisfied Samuel had the girls well in hand, Addison pulled her naughty boy behind her and into the primary bedroom. Leading him over to an empty corner, she pointed to the wall. “Ten minutes, and if you’re ready to apologize after that, you can join the rest of the group again.”
“Ten minutes is forever.”
“It can be ten minutes with a hot, red bottom if you prefer.”
The threat had his eyes widening as he shook his head wildly back and forth. “No, Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
Settling on the edge of Samuel’s bed, she used Danny’s phone to set an alarm.
And she waited.
Some people would probably find it rather boring, sitting and watching someone else stand in the corner. But she loved it. Loved the occasional little sighs, the way a naughty subbie would often shift from foot to foot when their legs grew tired.
And she especially loved that moment when they truly accepted their punishment.
It didn’t happen every single time, of course, but especially during a longer stint in the corner there would often be that moment when all the tension released from her submissive’s shoulders, when their head fell forward, just a bit, enough for her to know they’d realized and accepted that they had indeed fucked up and were being appropriately punished.
For Danny, that moment came around the eight-minute mark. And she was tempted to call for him then, but she’d promised him ten minutes, so she forced herself to wait until the alarm sounded.
“Come here, Daniel James.”
When he turned, tears already glistening in his eyes, she pointed to the floor in front of her even though her heart twisted at the sight of his tears. “On your knees, please.”
He hurried to drop to his knees in front of her, and she gripped his chin, forcing his gaze up to her. “Do you understand why Mommy punished you, little boy?”
“Yes, Mommy. It was rude to play on my phone instead of playing with the girls and it was really mean to call their games stupid.”
“There’s my sweet boy.” She ran her thumb across his lower lip. “You’re a good boy, Daniel. And I know it’s hard being so much older than Eliza and Kylie. But what would have been a better response?”
“Um.” He paused, clearly thinking things over. “I could have suggested a different game to play?”
“Very good. Now, if we go back out to the living room, are you going to be the sweet, polite boy I know you are, or do you need a spanking to help you remember?”
“No, Mommy, I’ll be good.”
“All right.” Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his surprisingly soft lips. “I certainly hope you keep your promise, baby. Because only good boys get to taste Mommy’s pussy and feel Mommy riding their cocks until they come. Do you want to taste me, sweet boy?”
Pupils blown, he nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good boy. Let’s go.”
Taking his hand, she helped him to his feet and led him back out to the living room. Embarrassed color tinged his cheeks as he stood in front of two mutinous-looking Little girls.
“I’m sorry I called your game stupid. But, um, if you want, I was thinking we could play something else? With the three of us?”
Still looking suspicious, Eliza stared up at him through narrowed eyes. “Like what?”
Excitement lit her boy’s face as he turned to Samuel. “Uncle Sammy, do you have food dye we can use?”
“Ah… I think so. We bought some to dye Easter eggs in a few weeks.”
“Excellent.” Turning back to the girls, Danny grinned. “Who wants to learn how to make a healing potion?”