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Frank shifted his position to the other side of her bound body.

“Learn your lesson, little girl,” Frank said to her then moved away.

Ariana picked up her head enough to see him move to stand beside Nancy. The satisfied sneer on Nancy’s lips sent a bubbling anger through Ariana.

But once she caught Costello walking back over to the bench with a thick, long paddle in his hand, the pure fear returned.

“Why are you being paddled, Ariana?” Costello asked in his disciplinarian voice.

She closed her eyes. “Because I talked back to Nanny Nancy,” she said, throwing in a sniffle at the end for Frank’s benefit.

This was so fucked up. So fucking wrong.

“And what is Daddy’s rule about talking back?” he asked, pressing the hard wood against her asscheeks.

She swallowed. If he kept this up, she was going to make a mess by vomiting up every damn cookie she’d ever eaten while being here.

“No talking back,” she responded and tightened her grip on the handles. “I’m really sorry, Daddy,” she whined.

“I know you are,” he said and the paddle pulled back from her ass. Bracing herself, she clenched her eyes and her teeth.

It didn’t help.

The impact shook her. She’d never felt anything like it before. The sting spread over her ass, and before it faded, he brought the paddle down again. She bit down on her lips determined not to cry out. But there seemed to be no end to the pain. Her ass would be too swollen to sit on for weeks.

But at least she was alive.

The pain…

Alive.

“You were a bad girl tonight, weren’t you?” Costello chastised, bringing the paddle down even harder on her thighs.

Resolve lost, she howled. It was too much. Way worse than his belt.

“Answer me,” Costello snapped.

“Yes, Daddy!” she cried out as the paddle continued to assault her ass. She would be black and blue before he was done.

“And will you be a bad girl again?” he asked, pausing for a moment.

She sucked in a breath. The pain numbed her brain. What did he ask?

“Ariana.” He patted her ass lightly with the paddle. “Will you be a bad girl again?”

She sniffled, no longer an added touch for Frank’s benefit, and shook her head. “No, Daddy. I promise. I’ll be a good girl always.”

“I hope so,” he said and brought the paddle down again. She pulled on the hand grips and tried to wiggle her hips away, but the damn straps had her completely bound. She wasn’t going anywhere, and Costello didn’t seem in the mood to finish her punishment.

Over and over again, the paddle was brought down on her upturned ass. By the time she realized he’d stopped, she was a complete blubbering mess. Tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto the leather padding beneath her. Hard sobs racked through her body.

“There now.” Frank took the stage again. “I hope Ariana learned her lesson, and that you all will take care not to find yourself in this position anytime soon.”

Costello handed the paddle to Nancy. “Clean this, and put it away.” He turned to the night nanny standing near the girls and pointed. “You, unstrap her and take her to my room. She’ll stay with me tonight.”

“You risk spoiling her,” Nancy piped up. Ariana turned her head, trying to find Costello, but he moved again behind her and out of her line of vision.

“She’ll apologize to me privately for her behavior tonight.” Costello’s cold tone crossed the room.

Nancy’s frown deepened.

“Good idea,” Frank stated with approval. “Uh, Mae. Come with me please. I’ll tuck you in tonight.” He held out his hand toward the girls sitting behind Ariana.

Through his trousers, his cock was perfectly outlined. He’d gotten rock hard watching Ariana’s ass get lit on fire, and now he’d be using Mae to relieve himself.

Nausea rolled through Ariana. He could have chosen her. What if he did another night? Costello worked for him; he couldn’t deny him.

It was very clear that Frank Romero was a man to never deny.

The straps began to loosen around Ariana’s calves, but the whirlwind of fears was just starting to ramp up. Costello knew the medicine wasn’t working on her. He knew she was only pretending.

What would he do?

What would he say?

And Frank’s his boss.

If Frank took Ariana one night, could she fool him?

She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to find a way out. There was no more time left. Her ass throbbed, her chest ached, and her head spun. No matter what, she was getting out of the House.

Costello marched down the hallway to the stairs leading to his room, seething on the inside. Fucking Nancy. Ariana’s ass had to be on fire. She’d have bruises marring her creamy skin for at least a week because of that damn paddling. If he’d wanted her marked, he would have chosen to do it himself. But as it was, the choice had been stolen from him so Nancy could get her fucking clit hard.


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