“And what are you doing?”
“Typing.” She bit her lip.
“Over here.” He pointed at the carpet in front of him. She jumped up and practically raced over.
“Hands.” He held his out for her to put hers into them. He turned them over, studying them. “They’re swollen.”
Only a little bit.
“Into the corner of the living room. Pants and panties down, ass poking out. Go. Now!”
He landed a sharp smack on her ass. She started then rushed into the living room and got into position. She blushed at the sight she must make with her naked ass pointing out, her nose pressed against the corner. She heard Issy moving around in the living room, but he didn’t say anything.
Then she heard the front door open. Oh God, was Archer home?
“Well, that’s a sight I didn’t expect to greet me,” Archer said calmly. He’d been working long hours, often not getting home until she was asleep, although he always helped Issy when she woke up in the night, and couldn’t get back to sleep.
But he hadn’t seen her much in Little space. And he certainly hadn’t seen her standing in the corner, with her bottom on display and her pants down around her ankles.
“Someone decided dictation was too hard and that she was going to type instead, when she was told not to. We’ll be adding a frown to your chart, baby doll. You’re definitely going to be choosing something from the punishment jar soon.”
Thank God he’d left that at home.
“Very naughty,” Archer agreed. “I take it she’s about to get that delicious ass reddened?”
Drat. There went any hope he’d be on her side.
“She certainly is. Caley, come over here.”
She turned, glancing over at Archer with embarrassment as she shuffled her way across the room, her pants and panties around her ankles.
“That seems dangerous.” Archer came over and crouched in front of her. “Hold onto me and lift your foot.”
She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders and lifted one foot. He drew off her pants and panties. Then he did the same with the other foot.
He stood and winked at her.
“Come here, baby doll.”
She glanced over to find Issy sitting on the sofa. He patted his lap. “Lie over Daddy’s lap.”
She positioned herself over his lap so her legs and torso rested on the sofa on either side of his thighs. Then to her surprise, Archer sat next to them. He lightly grabbed hold of her hands, inspecting them.
“They’re swollen.”
“Yep, same as her ass is about to be.” Issy landed a smack to her bottom, making her cry out. Then another one. He wasn’t messing around. “You disobeyed, Daddy, little one. That was very naughty. You need to learn how to use dictation. Or you’re goin
g to do real damage to your hands.”
His hand landed over and over again on her ass. Archer continued to lightly massage her hands. Her legs kicked against the sofa as her ass burned.
“Daddy! Daddy, stop!” She couldn’t stop from slipping into Little space, despite Archer’s presence.
“Not yet, baby doll.”
Slap! Smack! Issy continued to spank her firmly, his pace fast and hard. Finally, she succumbed to her punishment, lying over Issy’s lap, sobbing breathlessly, her tears creating a wet patch on the sofa.
“From now on, are you going to listen when Daddy gives you an order?” Issy asked sternly, he was now massaging her poor bottom gently.