Slap! Smack! Ouch! Crap! Tears dripped out of her eyes as he continued to spank her until her ass was throbbing on the outside and stinging on the inside.
Issy stopped spanking her. He rubbed her bottom for a moment, checking out his handiwork before he drew the ginger slowly out of her bottom. “I’ll take care of this. You take care of her.”
“With pleasure,” Archer said. He studied her ass. “Now, that is a very red bottom. Bet it stings, huh?”
She pouted. “That was mean, Papa.”
“Poor poppet,” he crooned, dropping her legs. “Need a cuddle?”
She nodded and he rearranged them so he was sitting on the sofa with her straddling his lap. He rubbed his hand up and down her back.
“A red bottom and a stinging asshole. Maybe next week you’ll try not to be so naughty huh?”
“I’ll try, Papa.”
Issy returned, sitting next to Archer and she turned her face towards him. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, his hand resting on her lower back.
“So what did you think of your first figging, baby doll?” Issy asked.
“I think that I am throwing out every piece of ginger in the house.”
Issy shook his head. “That sort of talk will just end with you over the kitchen table and my belt being applied to your ass.”
Eek!
“I didn’t mean it! I love ginger. It’s the best.”
Both men burst into laughter.
“What do you think, brother?” Archer asked. “Shall we give her our present now?”
“Present?” She sat up and looked at them both. “What present?”
Issy frowned. “Don’t think she should be rewarded after being punished.”
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??Hmm. You are right.” Archer rubbed at his chin.
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
“She is pretty cute, though,” Archer said. His eyes were twinkling with laughter.
Issy sighed. “It sets a bad precedent.”
“How about just this once?”
“You’re lucky your Papa is such a softie,” Issy told her. But she could see the amusement in his gaze. “Baby doll, you wait here and we’ll go get it.”
Archer slid her off the sofa. “Hands over your eyes and wait right here.” He waggled his finger for good measure. “We’ll be back in minute.”
What were they getting? What could it be? The suspense almost killed her and it wasn’t until she heard them walk back in that she remembered to cover her eyes.
“Daddy! Papa! What is it? What’s my present?”
“Keep those eyes covered,” Issy warned.
She felt someone brush her left side then another against her right side. They each grabbed hold of a hand and pulled them off her eyes.