Chapter 10
JUNIPER
What is taking them so long?
Every minute they’re locked in there feels like an eternity. I take some solace in the fact they aren’t screaming at each other, but it doesn’t help as much as I’d like.
Maybe I should go. Just walk away and let them repair the giant hole I’ve blown in their marriage.
The thought of walking away from them rips at my heart. But I owe it to them. If I’d had any idea…
It doesn’t matter. The damage is done and it’s all my fault. With one last longing look toward the car, I begin my walk back toward the zoo entrance. Maybe I can still salvage something of this day.
“Juniper Skye!”
I don’t even have time to turn back around at the sound of my name before Daddy’s hand wraps around my arm and pain explodes across my bottom.
Oh my god. He did not just spank me. In public. Where anyone could see.
A needy ache blossoms between my thighs even as he continues to swat my bottom while he walks me back toward the car.
“When Daddy tells you to stay by the car, you stay by the car. Am I understood, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I cry as I dance in place, trying to escape his heavy hand.
Stopping the spanking, he points to the SUV. “Get your bottom in that car right now.”
Sniffling back tears of pain and humiliation, I scurry to climb up into the car, settling back in the middle of the bench seat beside Mommy.
“Poor baby,” she croons, fake pity dripping from her voice. “Did Daddy spank your bottom, little June-bug?”
“Uh-huh.” I give an extra pathetic sniffle, hoping it might earn me some sympathy. “He spanked me really hard!”
Slender fingers grip my chin, forcing my head up to meet my Mommy’s dark eyes. “And why did Daddy spank you, Juniper?”
It hits me then that they’ve both been referring to Sebastian as my Daddy. Hope explodes behind my ribcage, making it hard to breathe.
“Because I walked away from the car,” I whisper.
“That’s right. And what did Daddy say would happen if you stepped more than two feet from our vehicle?”
Sniffling, I drop my gaze, but a nudge from my Mommy forces me to look back up at her. “He said I’d get a spankin’ from both of you.”
“That’s right, princess.” Her grip on my chin tightens. “You wanted a Mommy and a Daddy? You’ve got us. But that means we make the rules and you obey. And what happens when my naughty girl breaks her Mommy’s rules?”
The need inside me is burning so hot I wonder how it doesn’t simply immolate me right here and now. “I get p-punished.”
“Mmhmm. Come here, little girl.”
All the blood seems to drain from my face. “You’re gonna spank me here?” I squeak.
“Or we could go home,” Daddy says from behind me, the deep rumble of his voice sending a shiver up my spine. “But if we do that, then we won’t be coming back to the zoo. Your choice, little gremlin.”
Home. My heart trips on the word. Does he mean to their house?
Even if he does, I tell myself it doesn’t actually mean anything. They just want to take me home with them to play, not to keep.
The thought makes me want to weep.
I’m distracted from my grief by Mommy raising her brow. “Gremlin?”
Daddy chuckles. “Yes. Because she’s an unrepentant brat and a holy terror when she puts her mind to it.”
“Interesting.” A smirk tugs at Mommy’s mouth. “She’s not a terror for me. Maybe you need to be more strict with her.”
“You’re probably right.” Daddy’s sigh is deep and dramatic, and despite the way Mommy’s mouth twitches, I can’t help but let out a long, plaintive whine.
“No, Daddy, you don’t need to be more strict! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Then I suggest you start by letting Mommy bare your bottom for your spanking, naughty girl.”
With another pitiful whine, I all but throw myself over Mommy’s lap.
The back of the car is crowded, but I’m short enough my feet barely touch the opposite door.
Moving me as if I weigh nothing, they shift me so I’m stretched over both their thighs, in the perfect position for either of them to spank me.
Great.
Flipping up my skirt, Mommy tugs my leggings and panties down, baring me to both their gazes. Her soft hand rests on my naked bottom, and I shiver again at her gentle touch.
“When Mommy or Daddy gives you an instruction, you listen, little girl. Are we understood?”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
My bottom is still sore from the very thorough paddling she gave me on Wednesday night to “remind me to be on my best behavior” during our zoo trip.
Even though we’d agreed to come to the zoo as “just friends”, she’d been very clear that she still expected me to be her sweet, respectful girl in public.
I don’t even want to think about what she would have done if she’d gotten wind of my plan when she’d had access to all those implements at the club.
“Ow, Mommy!” I cry out as her hand smacks against my bottom over and over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”
“You absolutely will, little girl, or Mommy will take you to the nearest bathroom and punish your naughty bottom.”
Humiliation floods my entire body at her threat, but to my horror it does nothing to douse the need between my thighs. Instead my arousal only grows, an achy, desperate thing inside me.
“Look at her, Val. She’s getting your pants all wet. What a messy little baby she is.”
Whining loudly, I bury my face in my arms as Mommy continues spanking my bottom. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against her thigh, my body desperately seeking some kind of release.
“None of that, my naughty princess.” Mommy smacks each of my thighs, hard enough to make me cry out. “Little girls who play tricks on Mommy and Daddy don’t get to come.”
“No!” I wail, kicking my feet against the door. “That’s not fair!”
“Oh, I think it’s plenty fair, little girl. We both agree that you need to remember who is in charge. Don’t we, Daddy?”
“That’s right, Mommy.”
Two hard swats land across my sit spots, ending the spanking. Mommy runs her hand over my aching bottom while I sniffle pathetically, feeling sorry for myself.
And also, somehow, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
“All right, little girl. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to spank this naughty bottom.”
A sob rises up in my chest. “But he already spanked me!”
Both of my tormentors laugh, the sound of their wicked mirth filling the small space of the vehicle. “And when has Daddy ever let you off with just a couple swats over your clothes when you’ve broken an important rule, Juniper Skye?”
Despite my burning bottom, rebellion rises up inside me and I stomp my foot against the door. “You’re both mean! I wanna go home!”
A hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head up, and I find myself staring up into Mommy’s stunning face. “You really want to go home, baby?” she croons, and I know from just the tone of her voice I am walking a very dangerous line.
“I…I dunno,” I hedge, unwilling to commit either way until I know what might await me.
“We can go home,” she continues in that same syrupy-sweet voice.
“But if we do, then you will be spending the day learning how to be our sweet, polite, respectful girl. So, I’m going to ask you again.
Do you really want to go home? Or would you rather take your spanking from Daddy and then go enjoy a fun day at the zoo? ”
If it was just Daddy, I might be willing to risk a day of punishments. Even at his worst, he has nothing on how devious my Mommy can be.
But the two of them combined?
No, thank you.
“I wanna go to the zoo,” I mumble, my bottom lip pushing out in a pout.
“Are you sure?” Mommy teases, a wicked smile curving her lips. “We’d be more than happy to bring you home with us instead.”
“N-no, Mommy. I wanna stay. I wanna see the elephants.”
“All right. Then no more arguing. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Lowering my head back to her lap, she runs her hand over my hair. “Go ahead, Daddy.”
A large hand, much larger than Mommy’s, rests on my bottom. “The next time Daddy tells you to stay somewhere, I expect you to listen, little girl.”
Tears fill my eyes from the first swat. Mommy might be more devious, but Daddy spanks harder.
A lot harder.
“Owie, Daddy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Little girls do not go running around parking lots on their own.” His voice is stern, the way it is when I’ve broken one of our Big Rules at the club and my heart twists painfully in my chest. “You could have gotten hurt. Or lost. Do you have any idea how sad it would make Mommy and Daddy if something happened to you?”
As he lectures, he shifts his attention to the sensitive skin of my upper thighs. The extra pain, combined with his words, snaps something inside me. A sob bursts from my chest and I collapse over their laps, sobbing uncontrollably as he continues to spank. And spank. And spank.
By the time I’m lifted up to snuggle in their arms, my bottom feels hot and swollen and like I’ll never sit comfortably again.
“Are you ready to be our good girl?” Mommy murmurs, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
“Y-yes, Mommy,” I manage to choke out between bouts of tears.
“And you’re going to follow the rules we give you?” Daddy asks.
“Uh-huh.” We all know the odds are high that as soon as the pain from my spanking fades I’ll be back to pushing the envelope. But just then, I mean it. I want to be their good girl, and never give them a reason to punish me ever again.
Once my tears have stopped, Mommy wipes my face with a wet cloth of some kind and beams down at me.
“Okay, little one. Let’s get you in your diaper and then we’ll go see your elephants.”