Adam’s hand landed again and again on her buttocks as she bawled, tears pooling on the floor beneath her head. Her legs kicked back and forth as he moved down to her seat spot.
“What are you sorry for?” Adam asked calmly. Smack! Smack!
“F-for s-spitting out my f-foooddd!” she sobbed, certain her bottom was on fire, the pain of it so intense she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Are you,” smack, smack “going to do,” smack, smack, smack, “as you’re told,” smack, smack, “like a good little girl?”
“Y-y-yes!” she screeched. Suddenly she was right side up, howling loudly as Adam stood her in front of him. She danced up and down like a little girl, trying to alleviate the pain, unable to rub her sore bottom as Adam held her hands in front of her.
“Daddeee!” she screeched, trying to tug on her hands.
“Come here, sugar,” Zac said from behind her. Adam let her go and she turned to where Zac sat. His breakfast was almost finished. He pushed back his chair and pulled her between his open thighs. With one hand on her chin he tipped back her face, looking down with serious eyes.
Marly grabbed her bottom with her hands, hissing at the contact. She rubbed frantically, trying to alleviate the pain.
“Uh-uh, none of that now, baby girl,” Zac said, reaching around to grab her hands, placing them on his thighs. “Keep them there,” he ordered as she lifted them a little. The look in his eyes convinced her to put her hands back on his legs and keep them there.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Zac asked.
“B-because I spit up m-my breakfast,” she stuttered, still sniffling miserably. She heard the clink of cutlery against a plate as Adam ate his breakfast. Her stomach growled.
“I’m not talking about that, sugar,” Zac said gently. “I meant your two week punishment. Explain why we’ve given you such a long punishment.”
“Because I drank alcohol when I said I wouldn’t,” she said quietly. Zac wiped her face with a napkin and helped her blow her nose. Her bottom still burned and she knew if she looked in a mirror it would be bright, scarlet red. She hoped they gave her skin a chance to cool down before placing a diaper back on her. Diapers held the heat in, they were unbearable on a newly-spanked bottom.
“Yes, because you disobeyed us and drank alcohol. We gave you some very definite rules, little one and you managed to break them all, didn’t you? You stayed out past your curfew and forgot to ring us. You scared us to death, sugar. We love you so much, little girl. The thought of anything happening to you, it tears us up inside. Do you realize you could have been seriously hurt, even killed?”
“I-it was just a n-night out. Women do it all the time.” She was starting to feel guilty and it made her defensive.
“Yes, but you know you don’t handle alcohol well, Marly,” Adam interjected. “You know that we only gave you those rules to keep you safe. We don’t want to stop you from living, darling, we just want to make sure that you are safe. Tell me, where were you when you called us?”
She turned to him and Zac patted her sore bottom to push her forward, toward Adam. She glared over her shoulder at Zac as she moved back over to Adam and let him cuddle her.
Marly dropped her head, feeling awful. “In an alleyway.”
“In an alley, by yourself, where anywhere could have hurt you. You promised not to wander off by yourself, didn’t you? How would we have found you if you’d been attacked, Marly? Don’t you know that if you’d been hurt we would have been devastated?”
Guilt raged inside her as she nodded slowly.
“Good,” Adam said with satisfaction before sitting her back on her high chair. She winced as her sore butt hit the seat. Adam stood and heated up her porridge, adding a bit of chopped banana. She managed about half the bowl before turning her face away.
Luckily, Adam didn’t push her to take more. Instead, he wiped her face and hands with a cloth.
“Come here, sugar.” Zac undid the tray and held his arms out to her. He pulled her up into his arms and moved to the living room to sit in his favorite chair. Settling her on his lap, he ignored her squirming as he held a bottle of formula up to her lips.
“You’re going to drink all this down, little girl,” he said sternly.
Marly whimpered as she took the nipple into her mouth and began to suck the disgusting formula down. She hated formula, milk too, but as a baby girl knew she’d have to drink plenty. Her men took her health seriously and the formula had added protein powder. She’d always been thin, but if she didn’t keep an eye on her diet, she tended to run to bony.
Zac and Adam took special care to make sure she didn’t lose any weight, keeping on top of her calorie and vitamin intake.
“Drink it all down, sugar,” Zac said sternly, patting her bare bottom in warning as she stopped sucking. She began to drink more quickly, not wanting another spanking.
When she was finished, he sat her up, causing her to squeal as her bottom came into direct contact with his hard, jean-clad thighs.
“Daddy,” she cried, trying to squirm off him.
“Settle down, baby,” he said calmly. “You’ve got another spanking coming, remember?”