Page 56 of Tessa

Without a word, Beau stepped up behind him, and pressed the cold tip of the metal plug against his puckered hole.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open, boy,” Beau growled in his Daddiest voice, the one that always sent delicious shivers of anticipation and dread down Dax’s spine.

Freeing his hands, Dax obeyed quickly, humiliation coloring his face as he held his cheeks open, exposing his most private hole.

“Bear down,” Beau warned as he pushed the plug in slowly, stretching Dax as it breached his entrance, filling him completely. Only when it was all the way in, and nestled between his cheeks, did Beau lightly tap his bottom, giving him the signal to let go before he moved on to Tessa.

He went a little slower with her, explained himself a little more, talking her through each step. Dax was glad because it was their first time plugging her bottom and he didn’t want Beau to take for granted that it would be routine to her just because it was with Dax.

Finally, only after both their bottoms were full with their respective plugs did Beau pay attention to their new tattoos.

“Daddy’s,” he read, carefully tracing the tip of the heart on Dax’s bottom with his fingertip. “Went and got yourself branded, did you?”

It seemed to be a rhetorical question as he moved on to Tessa. “Guess we better make it official, and fast then.” Another statement that he didn’t seem to want an answer to as he quickly followed it up with, “But that’s a discussion for another day.”

Beside Dax, Tessa whimpered as Beau traced a finger around the tattooed area, careful not to touch the tattoo itself.

“Well, whoever you went to did a good job, but now it’s Daddy’s turn to leave his mark, and I’m going to leave it with my belt across both your naughty bottoms. Do you hear me? That’s fair, isn’t it? You went and got yourselves branded with Daddy’s name so now Daddy’s gonna brand you with his belt.”

Dax swallowed. He’d never heard Beau speak in such a primal and possessive way before. He liked it, but he also wondered if it was just performative. A big part of punishment was mindfucking your submissives. Dax hoped that wasn’t all this was.

“Ask Daddy for your spanking.” Beau’s command didn’t seem to be directly aimed at either one of them.

Determined to be the better example and live up to his Daddy role even in the moments where he was clearly not in it, Dax complied first. “Daddy,” he whispered, his voice husky, “I’m very sorry for going and getting your name tattooed on my bottom without asking you first. Please will you spank me so I learn my lesson?”

Tessa’s voice was a high-pitched squeak as she copied Dax’s words verbatim, but Beau seemed pleased with them both.

“Good. And yes, Daddy is gonna make sure you both learn your lesson. You’re gonna learn it real good.”

Dax blew out a slow breath as he waited for the first lash of leather, knowing that the time for talking was over and it had to be coming soon. He assumed he would be first, with Tessa forced to watch, knowing that she would soon get hers.

When the belt finally flew, landing hard across the center of his ass, he gasped. The sound was followed immediately by a hiss from Tessa beside him and he looked over his shoulder to realize that Beau was literally killing two birds with one stone—spanking both of them at once, unfurling the belt mid-air so that it hit both of them with one strike.

It would be dangerous for anyone who was less experienced, but Dax knew from years of watching Beau play at clubs that his Daddy could, when he wanted to, wield a whip like a master. A belt would be easier to control.

Dax barely had time to process before the leather lashed again, a smidge of a hair lower than where it had hit the first time, meaning that the stripes would mostly overlap each other and they would both be very sore before he finished. They would be sleeping on their stomachs tonight for sure.

He barely had time to suck in a breath before the thick strap of leather made contact again, still just slightly lower than the last. Beau was taking his time still, building up to the fast and furious belt lashing that Dax knew was sure to come.

Turning his head, Dax looked at Tessa, checking in to make sure she was okay. Like him, she had her arms folded beneath her head, with her face nestled in the crook but she seemed to sense his attention and lifted her head to meet his gaze, offering up a strained smile that let him know she was as okay as she could be.

He reached and gave her fingers a squeeze to let her know he was here for her if she needed him before the bite of leather landed again. Four. They were only at four and Dax was already regretting his decisions.

Five. They were coming faster now, as Beau seemed to find his groove and get comfortable with his two birds, one stone execution. Six. Dax put his face back in the crook of his arms and Tessa did the same.

Seven. Beau must have changed position or flicked his wrist differently or just put more force behind his swing because pain exploded across the surface of Dax’s ass on number eight.

Dax reared up with a hiss of pain. “Dammit,” he cursed under his breath.

“Settle into the pain, boy. Gonna be a lot more where that is coming from.”

“Yes, Sir,” Dax grunted, quickly putting himself back in position. Nine. Tessa reared up this time with a little shriek and Beau stilled her with a hand on the small of her back, giving her only a moment before he swung again.

Ten.

Ten was nothing, Dax knew. A drop in the bucket compared to the weight of their transgression. And yet, it felt different tonight than usual. He couldn’t wait for it to be over, and try as he might, he couldn’t seem to relax his body enough to welcome the pain and allow it to build the release that he knew Beau wouldn’t stop without getting.

There was just enough time between swats to make each one excruciating and unexpected.