Page 43 of Tessa

“Yes, Daddy,” Luna sang.

“Is this what all the hooting and hollering was about?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Baze lifted his hand, poising it mid-air above Luna’s bottom, and stopped before he started, as if something had just occurred to him. “Let me guess: You all have tattoos on your bottoms, don’t you?”

“Mayyybeee,” Margo answered for them.

“I see.” Hiding a smile, he shook his head. “Well then, before I get started, let me be very clear. The spankings you are all about to get are because you were loud when you were asked to be quiet, not because of your tattoos. I’ll let your own Daddies decide how they feel about those.”

Tessa noticed he didn’t mention how he felt about it, but she figured if he had something to say he would say it later in private. Mostly he just looked amused so she wasn’t too worried for the sake of Luna’s bottom.

His hand crashed hard against it, making it bounce. Tessa was always enthralled by this part, and now that she had Daddies of her own, she was even more so. Luna had a very bouncy bottom, and she squirmed with each swat, even though she loved being spanked. It made her feel safe and loved and cared for, she’d told them. Tessa could relate. Sometimes it sucked when it was happening, but having it not happen sucked even more.

“I was nice enough to agree to a sleepover even when I had to work the next day,” Baze lectured as he spanked.

“I got pizza and ice cream and let you stay up late and all I asked was that you not be too noisy and let me sleep. Why was that too much to ask?”

“Sorrrryyy,” Luna whimpered as her bottom turned a nice shade of pink under Baze’s ministrations.

He was spanking pretty hard, Tessa could tell, but she could also tell that despite his lecture, he wasn’t as mad as he sounded. He was very used to their shenanigans.

“I knew I should have ended the night with bedtime spankings,” he grunted, pausing and resting his hands across Luna’s ample and now quite-red bottom.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Luna had the good grace to sound chagrined. “And yeah, you prolly shoulda.”

“I’ll remember for next time.” He tapped her bottom, poked the tattoo once more, and grinned. “Daddy’s huh? Is that referring to your bottom? Is it Daddy’s for the taking?”

“Ummm….” Luna’s cheeks colored and Tessa could feel herself blushing. The double entendre hadn’t occurred to her.

Without another word, Baze pulled up her pull-up and helped her to her feet, setting her in front of him where he gave her a hug and a kiss and whispered something in her ear that was clearly meant for her only.

When Luna skedaddled over to her sleeping bag and snuggled in, Baze looked around the room. When his eyes met hers, Tessa quickly averted her gaze.

“Margo,” he finally called out as he patted his lap, ready to claim his next victim. That was the order it usually went in. Luna, Margo, Mariah, because get the gluttons for punishment out of the way first, then, usually her and Ellie, Jade and Jilly in no particular order.

Margo was practically gleeful as she went over Baze’s knee, but that wasn’t really surprising. Margo always said spankings were her love language.

Margo was as bouncy and full-bottomed as Luna but her obvious glee made her not as fun to watch. Tessa understood liking spankings, because a small part of her kind of did, but not the way Margo did.

Baze spanked Margo the same as he had Luna, giving the same lecture, and the same amount of swats, but he didn’t poke at her tattoo or make any questionable comments about it. Then he fixed her pull-up, helped her off his lap, and gave her a quick hug before ordering her back to bed, and calling his next victim. Just as Tessa had predicted, Mariah was next. Mariah liked trouble, but she didn’t like spankings as much as the other two, and she didn’t have a high pain tolerance.

Like the other two, Baze helped her into position, pulled down her pull up and raised his eyebrows at her tattoo. “Mariah,” he teased. “What is Chef Graham going to think of your new ink?”

Mariah shrugged. “Guess I’ll find out.”

“Indeed.”

This time Tessa watched again, knowing that it would be her turn soon, and thankful that Baze was only using his hand tonight. That wasn’t always the case. This time when he spanked, she counted carefully, curious what to expect. When he got to thirty, he was finished. Pull-up went up, he helped Mariah off his lap, gave her a hug, and sent her to bed.

When he called her name, Tessa wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nervous. Truth be told, she was both, equally, but she shoved herself off her bed, stepped over piles of sleeping bags on the floor, and shuffled over to her House Daddy with a knot in her stomach. Since making Dax and Beau her not-so-official Daddies, she had yet to test the whole “if you get in trouble at home you’ll get in trouble with us” thing, and she’d only gotten mini spankings or corner time for things that actually happened when she was with them. Guess her good-girl streak was over. The thought of admitting to her Daddies that she’d gotten in trouble knotted her stomach and by the time Baze tipped her over his lap, tears were already welling up at the corners of her eyes.

But she remained stoic as he lowered her pull-up and jammie bottoms, and once again, tsked at the sight of her tattoo. “I wonder if your new Daddies like tattoos on Little girls’ bottoms,” he teased.

Tessa was pretty sure they wouldn’t care any more than Baze did but she still sucked in a breath of anticipation.

“Okay, Miss Tessa. You are getting thirty. And again, just like I told the others, you are not in trouble for your silly little tattoo prank, only for keeping me up with your noisiness and taking advantage of my kindness.”