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Blake dropped the belt onto the hardwood floor and grabbed my ponytail, holding it tight and firm. I could hardly breathe with anticipation when his free hand cupped my pussy.
"You, baby girl, are the only one I want. I've wanted nothing but you for years. I want you in the middle of the day, when I'm riding the trails, and late at night, when I'm tossing and turning in my bed wondering if I will ever see you again. I want you right now, and I will still want you tomorrow. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir," I whispered, the old familiar title falling from my lips in a squeak.
There was no more interaction between the two of us as Slade came to stand beside me. One large hand rested on my bare backside, and the other gripped the back of my neck as he leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "I feel the same, little one. I am your Daddy. I have always been your Daddy, and unless you tell me you want otherwise, I plan to always be your Daddy. And since the moment I set eyes on you again, I have wanted nothing more than to hear that name fall from your pretty little lips."
That one was harder. Daddy was a term that meant something. A lot more personal than Sir, in my opinion. I nodded, but I couldn't make my mouth form the words he wanted to hear. Not yet.
"It's okay, little one," he whispered, squeezing my butt. "It's been a long time. You don't remember what it's like to have a Daddy—or a Dom—I'm sure. But we're going to remind you. And, this time, you'll see what it's like to have both. At the same time."
I didn't nod or even move. I was beyond coherent thought, other than this was the fucking hottest, scariest thing that had ever happened to me, and I had to be dreaming. I had never been this lucky in my life.
Blake's hand still cupped me, and when his fingers stroked in and out of the soft folds, I whimpered. "Here's what's going to happen next, baby girl. You are going to bend over and let us finish your spanking. I'm going to take my belt to your fine little ass while you repeat the truths that you were just given. And when it's over, you will turn to us, and you will either say, 'Thank you for my spanking, or you will say thank you for my spanking, Daddy, and thank you for my spanking, Sir.' If you choose the latter, we will know that you want us as much as we want you, and we will proceed to claim you as ours, today and every day that follows. In every way possible. Do you understand?"
My throat was thick as I nodded, and my stomach felt like it was full of lead.
"Yes, Sir," Blake corrected pointedly, letting me know what he expected.
"Yes, Sir," I repeated. Just like that, their hands left me, and I found myself face down against the bed.
I waited for Blake's hand to grace my tingling posterior, but instead, Slade stepped up to the proverbial plate. His hands were softer than Blake's but much larger.
"You are mine, little girl." His voice rang loud and commanding through the small room. "And my little girl does not have my permission to speak badly about herself."
This time, I didn't argue the fact that he was claiming ownership. I had learned my lesson. And if I hadn't, I had a feeling I was about to.
The smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, or at least, it seemed to. I was thankful it was only his hand, but I knew the belt was coming.
"Mine." He struck again, and I could feel the pressure as his hand flattened the flesh of my ass.
"My little girl." Each term of endearment was punctuated by a loud barrage of swats to my tingling rear end.
"Daddy's girl." He struck my sit spots, and I cried out.
"Daddy Slade's little angel." I bit my lip to keep from laughing or arguing. I was no angel.
The punishing barrage continued as he listed out each and every term of endearment the two of us had ever shared. There was a lot, more than I realized. I was writhing under his firm hands by the time he finished, gasping for breath. "Okay! Okay! I get it."
"Oh, darling baby girl." Blake's deep voice rumbled in my ear, and I wondered when he had gotten so close. "I don't think you do. Every time you sit this week, you will think of us and what we did to you and what we are going to do, and that's a promise."
His breathing was heavy and expectant, and he grabbed my ponytail once more, tugging it less than gently while he waited for my answer. There was only one to give and I gave it without hesitation. "Yes, Sir."
His hand replaced Slade's on my now throbbing backside and I shivered. At this point, I was praying for the belt, because that would mean we were almost finished. No such luck.
"Mine." His hand fell hard against my torched and tender skin.
"My sweet girl."
"My baby girl." I labored through each stroke of pain as it came. Blake and I had less terms and titles, but I knew he would go through every one.
"My submissive." I choked back a sob at the weight their words carried. I loved every single one and wanted so desperately to be everything they thought I was.
Suddenly, two hands caressed the supple and injured skin, and I gasped. Both of them. At once. Just like they had promised.
The swats fell in unison. Slade on my left side, and Blake on my right. "Ours." They spoke the word together with each swat, never breaking rhythm. They drilled the mantra into the forefront of my brain, until I was saying it with them.
"Yours," I whispered, surprised at how natural it felt, even after all these years.
