“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully. “I think an afternoon nap and an early bedtime are in order to be on the safe side.”
Addy sighed but didn’t say anything, a sure indication she was tired. Normally, she’d argue until she was blue in the face about having to take a nap or go to bed early. The only time she didn’t argue was when she was very sick or very tired.
Eliot didn’t like how pale and tired she looked. Addy didn’t know her limits. She got sick so easily and it scared them both. Yes, definitely more rest and some good, nutritious food.
“What did you have for breakfast?” Dash asked as he pulled into their driveway. They’d managed to clear away the main blockage, but it was still a mess of broken branches and leaves.
“Food,” she snapped.
Eliot turned again as Dash pulled up outside their house and stared at Addy until she shifted uneasily on her seat.
“A banana,” she muttered, her lip coming out like a pouting two-year old.
“Not good enough, sweetheart,” Dash replied sternly.
“And neither is the attitude,” Eliot said quietly. “Get inside. I want you naked and standing in the corner. You’re getting a spanking, then you’ll have some proper breakfast and afterwards you’re going to bed for a nice long nap.”
Addy’s jaw dropped at that. “But it’s not even twelve!”
“Keep it up with the attitude, baby, and you won’t be sitting down for a week.”
Chapter Three
Addy wanted to protest as Eliot took her hand and led her to the bedroom, but the look Dash sent her warned her against it. So she bit her lip and followed Eliot into the punishment room.
Her men preferred not to spank her in their bedroom, not wanting her to associate her bedroom with punishment. Eliot often said that her bedroom should be her haven, somewhere she could go and relax.
And it was. Dash and Eliot had given her free reign to decorate the room. She’d gone with a mix of creams and light blues, creating somewhere tranquil and soothing so when she was sick she could rest. And when they were in the mood for loving, it created the perfect place for Dash and Eliot to make her soar.
So instead of punishing her in her bedroom, Dash had set up one of their spare bedrooms as a naughty girl room, complete with a spanking bench, a vast array of paddles, butt plugs, nipple clamps and a large rocking chair where one of them usually sat in and held her after a punishment until she recovered.
“Over the bench, young lady,” Eliot ordered.
“Eliot, I’m sorry,” she told him tearfully. “I promise not to do it again.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Everything. Everything I did to make you angry.”
He turned her to face him, his handsome face serious. Behind his glasses, his eyes stared down at her, filled with love. As always, he was cleanly shaven, and he smelled amazing. A hint of sandalwood snuck around her, making her sigh.
“I’m not angry, darling. You know better. But you worried us. And you didn’t do as we asked. To top it off, you’re acting like a brat. I don’t want to spend another night as I did last night, worried frantically about you.”
“Wondering if you were hurt or afraid,” Dash added.
Guilt assuaged her. She really had been selfish. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry I worried you. I won’t do it again.”
Leaning down, Eliot kissed her forehead then he gave her a hug and let her go. Dash grabbed her and kissed her long and hard until her head spun.
He let her go and turned her towards the spanking bench. “Strip naked and hop on the bench, baby,” he told her. “You’re going to bed straight after so you won’t need your clothes.
The only t
ime Addy was allowed to wear nightclothes was when she was sick.
Addy stripped slowly, folding each piece of clothing neatly as her husbands watched on. She then climbed on the bench. Dash tied her hands in front of her.
“Split your legs,” Eliot ordered then placed her ankles in the cuffs which had been attached to the floor at just the right width for her. She was now tied, at their mercy, awaiting their punishment.