Chapter 28
TABITHA
Wiping at my already streaming eyes, I let Daddy help me to my feet. “I don’t wanna get paddled,” I whine, dancing from foot to foot in a desperate but ultimately useless attempt to ease the burn in my bottom.
“Tabitha.” Daddy’s voice is hard, unforgiving, and it makes me feel about two inches tall. “If you want to argue, I can have your uncles and your auntie double the count.”
Ten swats from each of them?
No, thank you.
When I shake my head, Daddy points to the arm of the couch. “Bend over the arm there and hold on tight to your dino. If you move your hands out of position, whoever is paddling you will start over. Am I understood?”
“Yes, D-Daddy.”
I move myself into position, trying to not think too hard about how much of me this position exposes.
Especially since all I’m wearing is one of Daddy’s t-shirts.
It doesn’t seem to matter that they all watched Daddy change my diaper right on this very couch earlier, my brain is still screaming about how humiliating it is to be bent over like this with my bare butt in the air.
“All right, Ax. You’re up.”
Something cool and hard taps against my bottom and I have to swallow a whimper as Uncle Axel begins his lecture.
“We love you, Tabitha. And we will always love you, no matter how naughty you are. But if you ever worry us like that again, I can promise you’ll be getting a lot more than just five swats with a paddle from each of us.”
With that, he slams the paddle into my unprotected bottom. For a moment, all my brain registers is the loud crack of wood meeting skin.
But then the pain erupts, a hundred thousand tiny little bees stinging all over, and I can’t help but kick my feet up as a howl rips from my throat.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again, I promise!”
“For your sake, little girl, I hope you can keep that promise.”
The second swat brings even more tears to my eyes. “Please, Uncle Axel! I’m sorry!”
“Daddy, stop!” Lanie’s voice is thick with tears, too. “She said she’s sorry!”
Uncle Axel sighs. “And you know as well as anyone that Little girls don’t get to decide when their punishments are over, little runaway. Now, go stand with Auntie Gray before I decide you need a session with this paddle, too.”
There’s a loud, annoyed-sounding huff, but luckily Lanie doesn’t argue any further. I’m not sure I could handle the guilt of my cousins getting in trouble on my behalf after I worried everyone so much.
Once Lanie is out of the way, Uncle Axel swats me with the paddle a third time. And even though it feels like my entire bottom is on fire, I force myself not to cry out so I don’t upset Lanie any more than she already is.
I manage to hold it in through the fourth swat as well, but the fifth shocks a loud cry from me when it lands solidly along the tops of my thighs and my sit-spots.
“You took your paddling so well,” Uncle Axel praises, his tone full of pride. “Uncle Axel is so proud of you, little one.”
Some of the heaviness in my chest begins to break up at his words. “Thank you, Uncle Axel.”
He drops a kiss on my head before turning to the next person in line. “You’re up, Bram.”
One by one, each of my uncles paddles me mercilessly. The only one who seems to take any pity on me is Uncle Ford, but by the time he taps the paddle against my bottom, even the lightest touch is agony.
But in addition to the paddling, each and every one of my uncles tells me how much they love me. How very sad they’d be if anything happened to me. And with every swat of the paddle, I can feel something inside me growing lighter and lighter.
Then it’s Auntie Gray’s turn.
“I don’t think there’s anything I can say that your uncles haven’t already covered. So I’ll just reiterate how very, very wanted you are, little one. You are part of our family now and we are never letting you go.”
Fresh pain blooms as she cracks the paddle against my backside, possibly harder than anyone else. Or maybe it’s just that my bottom feels like one giant, exposed raw nerve.
Whatever the reason, I slump against the couch, sobbing loudly as my auntie continues paddling me. By the time she finishes, my bottom feels hot and swollen and I’m wondering how I’ll ever sit comfortably again.
Someone crouches beside the couch, and then Daddy’s hand is stroking my hair from my tear-soaked face. “Shhh, little one. That was the end of your paddling. You did such a good job, baby.”
“I’m s-s-sorry,” I choke out as my tears continue to soak the material beneath my cheek.
“I know, baby. Are you going to hide from us again?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“Good.” He continues petting my hair as my sobs begin to quiet. “You really are such a good girl, Tabby. But we don’t love you because you're a good girl. We love you because you’re sweet and funny and you make all of our lives so much better just by being in them.”
“R-really?”
“Yes, babygirl, really. And I know your poor bottom is so very sore right now, but you still have another lesson to learn, don’t you? About putting yourself in danger?”
“Oh, Daddy, no! Please, no, I can’t take anymore! I’ll die!”
To my surprise, the room erupts into laughter. “I promise you won’t die, little one. You will, however, remember this punishment every time you sit down for a very long time.”
Daddy pushes to his feet and a moment later I feel him behind me, gripping my hips to reposition me. Sometime during my paddling I slid forward, further onto the couch, and he pulls me backward so my feet are spread wide and my bottom is nice and high.
What is he doing?
Something slick but firm presses against my bottom hole, and it takes me a moment to recognize it as Daddy’s finger. Humiliation floods my entire body, heating me from the inside out until I fear I might spontaneously combust.
“Daddy,” I whine, pressing my face into the cushion beneath me. “Not there, please, Daddy!”
“Yes, little one. Right here.” He pushes deeper inside, breaching that tight ring of muscle that does little to actually keep him out. “Do you want to know what comes next, little Tabby?”
“No! I don’t want anything to come next!”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, baby.” As he speaks, he moves his finger in and out of my bottom, mimicking the act I fear is to come.
“First, Daddy’s going to help you loosen up this tight little hole with his fingers.
Once you’re a bit more relaxed, Daddy is going to fuck your pretty, bruised bottom with his cock.
Do you remember why you’re getting the inside of your bottom punished, babygirl? ”
“Be-because I did something danger—Daddy, no!”
Two fingers have now entered my bottom, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. “Yes, little one. You’re going to have to take Daddy’s cock here soon, so you’ll need to be stretched properly first.”
“I don’t want to! Please, Daddy, it hurts!”
If I’m being honest, the pain is more of a discomfort. An odd fullness, with a bit of a burn here, a pinch there. It certainly isn’t any worse than the throbbing ache left behind from my paddling.
“Good,” Daddy says, his voice an odd mixture of stern and cajoling. “Maybe if it hurts enough, I won’t ever have to worry about you doing something that dangerous ever again.”
“I won’t, I won’t, I promise! I promise!”
All my promises of good behavior forever and ever do nothing to sway him. Just when my body relaxes a bit, giving way to the invasion of his fingers, he pulls them free and the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance.
His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes forward, the length of him so thick that panic claws at my chest. “It won’t fit, Daddy, it won’t fit!”
But Daddy only laughs and flexes his hips, driving himself deeper inside me. “Don’t worry, babygirl. It will fit. Your body was made for this. Made to take Daddy in every possible way. Try to relax. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.”
Relax? How the heck am I supposed to relax when he’s shoving his giant cock in the wrong freaking hole?
I don’t know, but I do believe him that fighting will only make it worse. And there’s a part of me that wants to fight. That wants it to hurt because of how much I hurt my family. Maybe I deserve the pain for being so naughty.
A low growl rumbles in my ear as Daddy leans over me, his body weight pressing me into the arm of the couch. “Maybe another spanking would help my babygirl relax, hmmm?”
Somehow, the thought of another spanking on top of what I’ve already endured is more threatening than anything, and my body simply deflates beneath him.
“That’s my good girl.” He groans loudly, driving deeper yet into my most forbidden hole. “Turn your head, baby. Look at our family.”
Our family. I’d completely forgotten they were there. Watching this depraved act.
It must not actually be possible to die from humiliation, because surely if it were, I’d be dead already.
Forcing my head to turn, I open my eyes and stare up at my blurry family.
Uncle Axel and Uncle Bram have their wide-eyed babygirls pressed up against them, and it takes me a moment to realize that their hands are in Lanie and Josie’s diapers.
Touching them. Making them come, while they watch my Daddy debase me.
Need, so unexpected it nearly makes me choke, flares between my thighs and I grind my hips into the couch, desperately seeking some kind of relief.
A sharp sting radiates across my hip, pulling a startled cry from my throat as Daddy chuckles, low and wicked.
“None of that, little girl.” He fucks my bottom with shallow little thrusts, forcing me to open for him.
“This is a punishment. Naughty babies don’t come during a punishment unless Daddy says so. ”
“Please, Daddy,” I whine, tensing against the desire to disobey entirely and chase my release. “I’ll never be naughty again!”
“Oh, my precious little firecracker. I would be so very disappointed if that was true.”
His words freeze me in place. “You would?”