Epilogue #2
“Did my baby girl just wet her diaper?” he asked, his voice soft, but terribly degrading.
I couldn’t speak, could only nod as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I rose shakily to my feet, the sodden diaper hanging heavily between my legs. Rudy and Mateo exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and arousal.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I couldn’t help it.”
But even as I apologized, I knew what had to happen now. The rules were as clear in our household, as they had been in his city penthouse and at the Bad Girls Facility.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, dropping to my knees before him, ignoring the squish of the wet diaper. “Please spank me for wetting myself. I need to be punished.”
Jax’s eyes darkened with approval. “Good girl. You know what happens to bad girls who wet themselves.”
He nodded to Mateo, who stepped forward and helped me to my feet. With efficient movements, he unfastened the tapes at my hips and removed the soaked diaper, folding it and taking it away to the bathroom.
I stood naked and trembling before my daddy, awaiting my punishment. Jax patted his lap.
“Over my knee, Little Lulu.”
I draped myself across his powerful thighs, my bottom raised high, my face pressed against the cool leather of the couch.
His large hand came down on my bare bottom with a resounding crack that made me jerk forward with a cry.
He didn’t speak, didn’t count—just spanked me with methodical precision, each swat harder than the last. The pain bloomed across my tender skin, spreading like wildfire as his palm connected again and again with my vulnerable flesh.
“I’m sorry!” I cried out, my voice breaking as another stinging slap landed. “I’m sorry for overspending! I’m sorry for wetting myself!”
But Jax remained silent, his hand rising and falling in a relentless rhythm that soon had me sobbing uncontrollably.
The spanking seemed to go on forever, each impact sending shockwaves of pain through my body that somehow, as always, transformed into something else—a deep, pulsing need that gathered between my legs despite my shame.
My bottom burned like it was in flames, the heat radiating outward until my entire body felt flushed with it. Through my tears, I became aware of Rudy and Mateo watching intently, their cocks still hard and ready as they observed my punishment.
When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when the pain seemed the center of my being and I knew for certain I was and would always be a bad girl, I found myself gasping, “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for punishing me!”
The spanking continued, even harder, until I was limp across his lap, all resistance gone from my body as I surrendered completely to the pain and the terrible, wonderful self-knowledge it brought. “Thank you, Daddy,” I sobbed, now, my voice barely audible through my tears. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Only then did Jax stop, his strong hand coming to rest on my burning flesh, cupping one cheek possessively.
“Up,” he ordered, helping me to stand on shaky legs. “It’s time for your daddies to fuck you.”
I watched through tear-blurred vision as Rudy positioned himself on his back atop the coffee table, his massive cock standing straight up from his body. Jax guided me toward him, his hands firm on my waist.
“Straddle him,” Jax commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Take his cock inside your wet little pussy.”
I moved on trembling legs to obey, positioning myself over Rudy’s supine form. His hands gripped my thighs as I lowered myself onto his thick shaft, gasping as he stretched me open.
“That’s it,” Jax murmured, his hands on my hips guiding my movements. “Ride Daddy Rudy’s cock.”
I began to move, lifting myself up and down on Rudy’s shaft, my punished bottom on fire with each movement.
Behind me, I heard the snap of a cap opening, then felt Mateo’s slick fingers probing at my rear entrance.
The cool gel made me flinch, but I didn’t stop riding Rudy’s cock as Mateo worked the lube around my sensitive hole.
I felt him add more lubricant, his fingers probing deeper, stretching me wide to prepare me for what was coming.
Behind me, I heard Mateo’s deep breathing as he lubed his cock, too, with slow, deliberate strokes.
The sound made me clench around Rudy, drawing a groan from his throat.
Mateo’s fingers withdrew, and I felt the blunt head of his erection press against the tiny bud of my bottom hole.
Jax took me there regularly, but never with another daddy’s cock in my pussy.
I whimpered with an inextricable mixture of discomfort, need, and shame.
“Relax for Daddy Mateo,” Jax instructed, his hands on my shoulders, pressing me forward slightly to give Mateo better access. “Open your bottom for him.”
I tried to follow his command, focusing on relaxing the tight ring of muscle as Mateo began to push forward. The pressure was intense, and I cried out as the head of his cock breached me. I gasped, my body instinctively trying to pull away.
“Stay still,” Jax ordered, his grip tightening on my shoulders. “Take it all.”
Mateo continued his relentless advance, pushing deeper with each careful thrust until I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit with both men inside me.
The dual invasion overwhelmed me—Rudy’s thick shaft filling my pussy while Mateo claimed my bottom.
I trembled between them, tears springing to my eyes from the intensity of the sensation.
“Good girl,” Jax said, moving to stand in front of me. “Now open your mouth for Daddy.”
I looked up at him through my tears, his massive cock level with my face. Obediently, I parted my lips, and he thrust forward, filling my mouth with his hardness. I was now completely filled, all three of my holes claimed by my daddies at once.
They established a rhythm, working together with what I knew must be practiced precision. When Rudy thrust up, Mateo pulled back; when Mateo pushed in, Rudy withdrew. All the while, Jax controlled the pace of my sucking with his hands tangled in my hair, using my mouth with firm, measured strokes.
The sensation of being so completely possessed, so thoroughly used by these three powerful men, sent waves of forbidden pleasure coursing through my body.
Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the pressure building inside me like a storm about to break.
My moans vibrated around Jax’s cock as I felt my climax approaching, my inner muscles beginning to flutter around the thick shafts impaling me.
Just as I teetered on the brink of orgasm, Jax pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“Not yet,” he said sternly. “You don’t come until I say so.”
I whimpered, desperately trying to hold back the wave threatening to crash over me. “Please, Daddy,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please let me come. I need it so badly.”
Jax moved closer, pressing his heavy sac of his scrotum against my face. “Show me how much you want it,” he commanded, his voice thick with dominance. “Worship your daddy’s balls while you beg.”
I nuzzled eagerly against the warm, musky weight, my tongue darting out to trace the delicate skin. “Please, Daddy,” I whimpered between gentle licks, “I’ve been so good taking all my daddies’ cocks. Please let me come.”
My body trembled uncontrollably, suspended on the knife edge of pleasure as Rudy and Mateo continued their measured thrusts. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I pressed my face against Jax’s balls, inhaling his masculine scent, my tongue working desperately to please him.
“Please, Daddy,” I sobbed, my voice breaking. “I need it so much. I’ll be your good girl forever if you just let me come.”
Jax’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so I had to look up at his stern face. Something in his expression softened as he gazed down at me.
“Yes, Little Lulu,” he said, his words a velvet rumble that made my insides melt. “You may come now. Come for all your daddies.”
The permission unleashed something primal within me.
I screamed as the orgasm tore through my body, my pussy clenching violently around Rudy’s thick shaft while my bottom gripped Mateo just as fiercely.
The climax seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing through me until I collapsed forward onto Rudy’s chest, trembling and gasping.
But they didn’t stop. Rudy’s hips continued their relentless thrusting, his cock hitting spots inside me that sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my sensitized body.
Behind me, Mateo established his own rhythm, no longer coordinating with Rudy, but pursuing his own pleasure.
The competing sensations built rapidly into another peak.
“Again,” Jax commanded, and impossibly, I felt another orgasm building.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, even as my hips moved against Rudy’s thrusts. “It’s too soon?—”
“You can and you will,” Jax said firmly, guiding his cock back to my lips. “Show your daddies how beautifully my little girl comes.”
The second orgasm hit me harder than the first, making me scream around Jax’s cock as my entire body convulsed with pleasure. Through the haze, I was vaguely aware of Mateo’s breathing becoming ragged, his thrusts more erratic as he approached his own climax.
“Inside her,” Jax instructed, and Mateo groaned as he emptied himself into my bottom, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
I felt like I was flying through outer space as the men changed places.
Jax moved from my mouth to my pussy, Rudy shifted to my bottom, and after he had cleaned himself in the bathroom, Mateo’s long cock slid between my swollen lips, already stiffening again under my shameful attention.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, using me completely, filling every part of me.
The room spun around me, my mind dissolving into pure sensation.