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“The two of you still seem to think you’re in charge.”
“I promise you, Daddy, I don’t think I’m ever in charge,” Monica admitted.
“Good to know.” I plucked the thermometer out of her first and read it. “Ninety-eight-point-eight. Perfectly normal temperature. Strip and place your feet on the floor. Bend over the bed and then stretch your arms in front of you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She scrambled to hurry, almost getting herself tangled in her panties as she removed them and got into the position I demanded. Monica was adorable, her cheeks flushed as she stretched her hands out.
I twirled the glass rod inside of Trey, teasing him for another thirty seconds before removing it. I read the line, and after verifying it was normal, I patted his hip. “Your temp is also normal. Strip and go join our girl on the other side of the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moved faster than I had seen him move before. His actions brought me immense satisfaction. I let the two of them stew as I cleaned the thermometers and put them back into my toy bag for later.
I thought about all the fun we were going to have this afternoon as I returned to the bedroom.
The sight greeting me made my cock rock-hard. Monica was dancing her feet up and down, unable to contain her nervous excitement. Her perfectly shaped bubble butt jiggled as she did it, making me want to paint it red with my hand instead of a paddle. Trey was in the same position, his legs spread slightly. He was rubbing her shoulder and speaking quietly as they waited. I took a few seconds to compose myself before walking to the bed.
“Do you have anything you’d like to say to me?” I stood behind them, but it was getting hard for me to focus on the plan. Instead, I wanted to bury myself in between Monica’s glistening pussy lips before plunging into Trey’s ass. We would get there, and I needed some patience. My brats required attention, hopefully reminding them in the future that I’d respond swiftly if they chose to poke instead of asking.
Monica let out a long, shuddering breath. “I’m sorry for bratting all day, Daddies. I apologize for not voicing what I really needed. I know I don’t have to scream for attention. You’ll both give it to me, but for a long time that wasn’t the case.”
“I forgive you, jellybean.” Trey spoke first. “We wiped the slate clean and we are starting over with Sam. Everything is unfolding exactly as I hoped it would. Please consider asking for attention instead of demanding it, darling. Will you do that?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll do that. I promise.” She sighed.
“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart,” I added. “This is me responding to your antics. Keep that in mind the next time you feel like poking. This is how I’m going to respond, babygirl. Every time.”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“You’ll each get ten with a paddle of my choosing. Remember, this isn’t a punishment.”
“Did you say ten?” Trey pushed back on his feet. “Wait, I’m not questioning you, Sam”
I threaded my hand against his scalp and tugged. “The next time you forget my title, naughty boy, I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap. Speak thoughtfully and respectfully.”
“I apologize, Sir. I don’t want to be punished today, not when I was looking forward to seeing you.”
“Good. I’ll take that comment as you not wanting me to double the number for the two of you?”
“Daddy,” Monica whimpered. “I’m already sore. Please don’t add to the amount.”
“I hear you, babygirl,” Trey said. “I apologize for not respectfully asking what was on my mind, Sir. I am a bit surprised by the low number.”
“Trust me when I tell you, you won’t be after I’m through with you. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.” I lifted the paddle and brought it into his line of view. The paddle had been constructed out of clear plastic, heavy and drilled with holes. Trey had mentioned commissioning his buddy Lane to create a paddle as if I wasn’t already longtime friends with his older brother, Logan. He’d taught his brother the tricks of the trade. “Did you know Logan has a signature style to his paddles?”
“No, Sir, but I do now. I may have forgotten about his wicked implements.” Trey raised one foot and then the other.
He braced himself against the mattress and I landed two on each of his ass cheeks with deliberate precision. I didn’t need to swing hard. The material lent itself perfectly to the task at hand. “Breathe, Trey.”
He followed my instruction, breathing in and out as I targeted three on his upper thighs, each one slow and precise. I wanted him to see the other side of a spanking – one done sensually. Raising the intensity and upping his arousal. Trey should be rock hard by the time I was finished with him.
“Four more,” I stated softly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
