Marly woke, stretching, with a loud yawn. Feeling around the bed, she realized she was alone. Adam and Zac must be up already. She blinked, feeling the urge to pee. As she rolled over to get up and go to the bathroom, something tugged on her right wrist and she groaned aloud as she remembered.
Damn it. She was being punished.
Double damn it.
It was Christmas morning and she was being punished.
Of course, she could easily slip her hand free of the loose tie. They’d never tie her up and leave her—that would risk her safety. No, the rope around her wrist was merely a reminder that, except in an emergency, she wasn’t to leave the bed without one of her Daddy’s/husband’s permission. It was a strict rule. From past experience, Marly knew if she broke that rule, she’d end up sleeping in a cot by herself. Marly hated sleeping alone.
So as much as she wanted to jump up and race out of the bedroom to the presents she hoped would be lying under the large Christmas tree, she had to wait for either Zac or Adam to come and get her. Why, oh why, did she have to be punished today of all days.
Worst of all, it was all her fault.
She was the one who’d disobeyed. Marly rolled onto her back and sighed, knowing she couldn’t ignore the pressure in her bladder forever. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and, with her cheeks blushing slightly, gave in and wet the diaper encasing her bottom.
Most times Marly thoroughly enjoyed being a baby girl. She didn’t spend all of her time as a baby, mainly only in the weekends when Zac and Adam had time to devote themselves to her care. But even as an adult she was still subject to the rules that her husbands laid down for her, and she was punished if she didn’t follow them.
That was the way they’d all agreed they wanted their relationship to work, with Zac and Adam as the head of their unusual household, Marly their much-loved, much-cherished wife and little girl. This gave Zac and Adam the control they needed, and Marly the structure and boundaries she required to be herself, knowing Zac and Adam would let nothing bad happen to her. That they would always support her.
Christmas was Marly’s favorite time of the year. And experiencing it as a little girl made it all the more magical. Growing up, her family had been very poor and Christmas had never been much of a celebration. But her two husbands more than made up for her missed Christmases as a child by spoiling her rotten each year.
And that’s just the way she liked it!
However, last weekend she’d been really naughty, and earned herself a punishment that was still continuing. She thought back to last week and sighed, wishing she could do it all over again…
Chapter Two
Last Week…
“Oh, by the way, I’m going to be late home Friday night,” Marly announced casually as she lay on the sofa, her head resting on Zac’s lap, where he played with her hair. Adam was sitting in his favorite armchair reading a book while she and Zac watched the movie on TV. She loved nights like this, where they were all together. Often the men worked long hours on the ranch. So any time they were all home together she cherished.
“Oh, and why is that?” Adam looked over at her, his gaze only mildly inquisitive. But she knew she had his full attention. That was something she loved and hated about the two of them. The way they paid attention to her. She loved it because it made her feel so cherished, yet it could be incredibly hard because they noticed everything. There was no hiding anything from them and sometimes that had a negative effect on her ability to sit comfortably.
Adam stared over at her, his dark brown eyes serious. His midnight black hair was gleaming under the lights, the light splattering of gray only making him look more handsome. He wasn’t a large man, but he had an air about him that made you look to him for advice, to lead. Marly knew she no matter what she could rely on Adam to always be there for her.
Marly glanced up at her other husband, and Adam’s best friend. Zac was the antithesis of Adam, he was open and friendly where Adam was quiet and reserved. His dark blond hair brushed his shoulders, and he often kept it tied back. He was a large man, wide through the shoulders and thick with muscle.
But with a heart of gold. Marly knew that when she was feeling down or upset all she had to do was find Zac. His cuddles could fix anything.
“We’re all going out for some drinks after work,” she said quietly. Zac’s hands stilled in her hair.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marly,” Adam said seriously.
She clenched her hands, before forcing herself to relax. Getting angry wouldn’t help matters. She needed to stay calm, rational.
“I’m a grown woman, Adam,” she said. “I think I can handle it.”
“You may be a grown woman, but you’re also our baby girl,” Zac spoke up. Marly often spent her weekends as a little girl. The three of them enjoyed that aspect of their relationship, even as they knew that others probably wouldn’t understand. But then nothing about their relationship was normal. Adam and Zac had been joined at the hips for years. They’d grown up together, bought this ranch together and since the first night they ever shared a woman they?
?d known that’s what they wanted. Permanently.
Marly met them three years ago at a friend’s birthday party. At first, she’d been intimidated by them both. They were so handsome, so successful and sure of themselves. Plus, there were two of them! She knew she didn’t even deserve to have one of them in her life, let alone two. But Zac and Adam had chipped away at her defenses, convincing her that not only did she deserve the two of them, but that she could have them. Forever.
The discipline and age play aspects of their relationship had come along gradually. Zac and Adam were dominant men used to being in charge. They’d made it clear from the start that they expected Marly to obey them when it came to her health and safety. She could still remember the first time Adam had spanked her for walking home in the dark by herself. Two weeks later, Zac had spanked her for leaving her door unlocked.
Marly had never felt more loved or protected. She’d grown up in a series of foster homes after her parents died. And although she’d tried to protest that she was a grown woman who could do as she liked, all three of them knew she benefited greatly from Zac and Adam’s brand of loving.
The day she’d slipped up and called Adam ‘Daddy’, she’d been horrified. He’d been cleaning her knee after she’d fallen over and scrapped it. She’d been near tears with the shock and fright she’d been given.