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“All right then. Gonna go hard and fast to finish this up so I can give Tessa her comeuppance. If you need me to slow down, holler yellow. Capisce?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That was the end of any exchange between them. The belt whooshed through the air and made quick and solid contact with its target—the tender skin of Dax’s sit spots.

“Mmmmph,” he moaned, balling his hand into a fist and bringing it up to his mouth.

He concentrated not on the pain, but on the forgiveness he knew would come. Beau wasn’t one to hold a grudge anyway, but the dynamic between them made him even less inclined to do so. So even though they had fucked up bigtime, and even though Dax undoubtedly had more trouble coming later, he knew that at the end of it all, they would be okay, and that made the pain of correction easier to take.

The lashes kept coming hard and fast against the tender crease of skin between his bottom and thighs. Without having to worry about avoiding his tattoo, Beau was going harder and faster, the belt whapping across his skin with a loud thwacking sound at every stroke, but this time Dax was able to relax into the pain. His shoulders relaxed and the harder Beau lit into him, the limper his body fell.

Soon he was crying softly, as much from the pain of the spanking as from regret.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into his arms, still conscious of Tessa’s presence and still worried about somehow keeping up the facade of big strong Daddy even as he got his plugged ass whooped beside her.

Eventually, Beau’s stride slowed and Dax knew his arm had to be getting tired.

His aim moved even lower, striking the tender rarely spanked skin of Dax’s upper thighs, catching him by surprise.

“Arggh,” he muttered, biting the ball of his fist. “Holy dammit.”

“Naughty boys get their thighs whooped,” Beau said gruffly behind him. “And you were very naughty. But we are almost done.”

The soft-spoken “for now” was barely above a whisper and Dax wondered if Tessa could even hear it over the lashing of leather against skin and Dax’s subsequent moans of pain. Probably not, but he heard it, and it lingered in the air between them like a dirty secret meant for their ears only. Somehow that made the promise of a second punishment easier to take.

Three more times the leather lashed his thighs, and finally, Beau dropped the belt onto the bed beside him, rolling Dax onto his back. The mattress brushed against his scorched skin but he welcomed the feeling with the redemption that could only come after you’d gotten your ass firmly and lovingly handed to you on a proverbial platter.

“C’mere, boy.” Though his body was limp and his shoulders were still shaking with soft cries, Dax allowed himself to be manhandled into Beau’s strong and forgiving arms. When he was safely nuzzled against his Daddy’s chest, he fell against him, thankful for this man and all that they had become. Unfortunately, the feeling only lasted a moment, and then it was Tessa’s turn to face their Daddy’s wrath.

Chapter Sixteen

Tessa

Tessa had turned her head to watch the sweet moment between Beau and Dax, but it hadn’t lasted very long before Beau turned his attention to her. More disappointed than she was scared, she snuck a peek at Dax to make sure he was okay. Some Littles might get jealous of how strong their bond was or feel left out when they shared sweet moments together, just the two of them, but not Tessa. They were stronger together, and if everything between them was good, it was better for her. It made the three of them stronger.

For a moment, when Dax had disappeared into the bathroom, and came out looking broken, Tessa had worried that she’d ruined that—or helped at least. She knew the trouble they were both in wasn’t all her fault. But watching how lovingly Beau had handled Dax even when he was mad, made her feel better about her own trouble.

“Little girl.” Beau stood behind her, speaking sternly and kneaded her ass with one hand. “You were very naughty today. Do you understand why you’re about to get spanked?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Tessa answered, with a pout.

He tapped the base of the plug nestled between her cheeks, sending shockwaves through her body. “This is going to be a far worse spanking than the others you’ve gotten from us,” he warned, stating the obvious.

“I know.” Tessa sighed. She wished he would stop talking and start getting it over with. He hadn’t talked as much with Dax, but she supposed that was because they were used to each other.

“Have you ever been spanked with a belt before?” Beau asked.

She realized then that he was talking so much because he was nervous and she had to stifle a giggle. She thought about lying for a minute, to ease his nerves, but decided that lying to a Daddy was never a good idea.

“No.” She’d been spanked with a lot of things, but a belt hadn’t been among them.

She had been scared when he walked out with it, but now she had already had a taste, and so far it didn’t seem much better or worse than anything else.

“Okay, little one. This is a punishment, so you can’t safeword to get out of it but you can say yellow or red to let me know if something is wrong. And I’ll be watching your body language, just like I did with Dax.”

“Okay, Daddy.” She was resisting the urge to sigh or groan every time he opened his mouth, but she really was over all the build-up. She’d watched the better part of Dax’s spanking so she had a good idea of what to expect and she just wanted to get it over with and move on to the warm fuzzy feelings that would come after.

“We’re going to start now,” he finally said.