Juliet
I glance over my shoulder and then back at my new friends. “Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” they say in unison.
I’m smiling and I can’t seem to stop. We’re going to get in so much trouble, but it’s going to be worth it. I think. I assume.
Amy and Leah seem to know what they’re doing. There’s no doubt in my mind we’re all three going to get spanked before this is over, but for some reason, I don’t care, and apparently, they don’t either.
We are bundled up in coats, scarves, and mittens. It’s cold out today, but the sun is shining so it doesn’t feel too bad. At least it’s not windy.
Craig, Foster, and Aldric left the house an hour ago to pick up a new cover for the hot tub. They feared it might be awkward to carry and load into the back of the truck, so they all went.
We three girls were in the library coloring, all of us lying on our bellies like three spindles with our heads together in the center.
The moment the front door closed Leah jumped to her feet. I’ve never seen a more mischievous look on her face.
Amy started cackling. “Oh yeah.” She scrambled to stand too and glanced down at me. “You ready for some fun?”
I was already grinning. My adrenaline was pumping before I heard what the plan was. I knew I was all in.
Now, we’re huddled around the corner of the house with a pile of snowballs that won’t dare run out on us. We have a second pile behind Craig’s SUV and a third pile behind a bush. We’re set and ready to rain down on the men when they return.
“I hear the truck,” Leah shouts as we each run for our positions.
I’ve taken the spot behind the bush. My face hurts from smiling. My cheeks are freezing. And I’m about to have the most fun I’ve had in years. I can’t remember when I’ve ever done something this mischievous.
We glance at each other as the truck pulls to a stop. We each grab our first snowball and wait for the men to step out of the vehicle. Finally, Leah gives the signal with a shrill whistle, and we launch.
At first, the three men are startled and spin around in every direction. This is when we launch the second snowball barrage. And quickly after that the third.
They’ve all been hit at least once, even though we aren’t winning any accuracy contests. They’ve also cottoned to what’s happening because their expressions turn from shock to mirth as they stand in a circle, backs to each other, and scan the area to figure out where the attacks are coming from.
We keep going. It only takes a few seconds in between each throw to grab the next one because we’re prepared.
Daddy is the first to manage to grab one of my snowballs right out of the air and volley it back in my direction. I screech as I duck, giving away my location. I don’t care.
Leah screams in delight soon after me, and when I glance at Amy, she’s got a snowball in each hand, standing out in the open, no longer trying to hide. Our surprise is up. We’re caught and found. But we still have plenty of snowballs.
As soon as the initial startle is over, the men advance on us, ducking and jumping out of the way every few seconds to avoid yet another direct hit.
I manage to get one to graze over the top of Daddy’s head, so now his hair is dripping with snow and melted water. I’ve hit his thigh too, and several times his biceps and even his chest.
As he gets closer to my position, I grab the last remaining snowballs and back up, tossing them as fast as I can at his body. I still have one in each hand when he swoops in low and lifts me off the ground, tossing me over his shoulder.
I squeal as I smash the last two snowballs against his tight butt and then set my freezing cold wet mittens on his lower back to brace myself.
He’s not wearing gloves or mittens and he manages to slide his cold hands under my coat and shirt and flatten them on my back.
I scream and twist in his arms. “Daddy!” But he secures me with one arm around my upper thighs while the other continues to run up and down my back. When he reaches the sensitive skin under my arms, he tickles me, making me writhe.
I can’t get him to release me though. He’s too strong, and I’m too small. When his thumb grazes the side of my breast, I gasp. My nipples harden, mostly because his hands are so cold, but partly because of the intimate contact.
He’s still tickling me as I suddenly realize we’re inside. Cold is no longer surrounding me. My eyes are watering though, and I’m struggling to catch my breath.
“What a naughty group of girls,” I hear Craig say. “How long did you Little girls plan this? Seems like you must have jumped up the moment we drove away to get all those snowballs ready.”
Leah is giggling so hard tears are running down her bright red cheeks as her Daddy tugs off her sodden mittens and then her coat before finally bending down to pull off her boots.
I didn’t have any boots, so I borrowed a pair they keep here at the Ridge, and Daddy squats down to pull mine off too.
When I glance at Amy, she’s smiling just as broadly as her Daddy removes layers at the same time. The entire entryway is covered with soaking wet coats and mittens. Boots are tossed everywhere.
Foster is shaking snow off the top of his head as he palms Amy’s wet leggings. “I know three Little girls whose bottoms are about to match their cheeks.” He reaches for her face to pinch her cheeks.
Leah groans, still grinning. “It was all in fun,” she declares. “See? You’re laughing too.”
Craig chuckles and cups her red face. “Snowball fights are fun. You even got the element of surprise. I’ll give you that. Launching a snowball attack at your Daddies is not what’s going to land you over our laps, is it?” He lifts a brow.
Leah sighs. “No, Sir.”
I’m new to this game. At no point did I doubt we would get spanked, but I don’t know what part of our scheme got us into trouble. Leah knows though. So does Amy.
Daddy’s hands land on the backs of my thighs from where he’s still squatting in front of me. His eyes are dancing with laughter. He’s not mad, but he is going to spank me.
I shudder as I wait to find out why.
Leah sighs dramatically. “We didn’t actually leave the property, Daddy.”
Craig lifts both brows. “What’s the rule though?”
“No going outside without supervision,” she groans.
“That goes for you too, sweet girl,” Foster adds before glancing in my direction. “And you got your new friend in trouble, so your bottom is going to be very sore the rest of the day.”
I shudder. My cheeks are freezing cold and I’m sure they’re bright red, but if they weren’t they would be now as Daddy meets my gaze. He pulls me closer so our faces are almost touching. His hands slide up my back under my shirt, making me shiver and squirm. His fingers are still so cold.
He lifts his brows. “Did you have fun?” he asks softly so I’m the only one who hears him.
I nod. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. I did. It was invigorating. I conspired with two friends to launch a snowball attack as if I were actually young. My adrenaline is still pumping.
“Did it occur to you that you were probably breaking some rules and would get punished?”
I nod again, slower.
He gives me a sly grin. “But you did it anyway…”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“I have no choice but to spank your bottom then, do I?”
I shake my head as I squeeze my butt cheeks together, already anticipating what it’s going to feel like.
Daddy stands and takes my hand, leading me toward the kitchen behind my co-conspirators.
I’m nervous, but I also have another adrenaline rush.
“I think Leah should go first,” Craig says when we reach the kitchen.
I’m confused. First? We aren’t all going to get spanked at the same time?
“I agree,” Foster adds. “And then Amy.”
Aldric pulls out a chair from the table and sits before guiding me to stand between his legs, facing out. Facing the naughty corner…
I’m shivering because the bottom half of my leggings is wet. Luckily, my socks are still dry.
Daddy has one arm wrapped around my middle, holding me close. I’m glad because my legs are wobbly. I’m curious and eager to experience this punishment, but I’m also nervous and confused.
Craig pulls out another chair, sits in it, and then tugs Leah’s leggings down her legs and off. He removes her panties next, giving all of us a glimpse of her pussy before he angles her over his knees and palms her bottom. “Ten swats, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t go easy on her. He peppers her bottom all over, making her flinch with every swat. When he’s done, he stands her on her feet and points toward the naughty corner.
She shuffles in that direction, sniffling. She’s obviously done this many times because she assumes a particular position with her forehead against the corner, her feet apart, and her hands clasped at the small of her back.
“Leah…” Craig warns. “Tuck your dress up under your hands, naughty girl, so everyone can see your bright red bottom.”
She whimpers as she does as she’s told.
I hold my breath, not blinking as I watch this scene unfold. I finally understand why we’re taking turns. There’s only one naughty corner. Apparently, any old corner will not do.
While we wait, Foster removes Amy’s wet leggings but leaves her panties on. Her dress is covering her butt, so I can’t see anything.
Daddy’s lips come to my ear. “You’re panting, baby girl,” he whispers. “You’re intrigued. You want this experience.”
I nod slightly and bite my lip. My panties are soaked, and not from the snow. My nipples are hard, tight points that keep rubbing against my cotton dress. Daddy didn’t bring any bras with us. I rarely wear one anyway, and I’ve never noticed Amy or Leah wearing one either. I guess it’s not appropriate clothing for most people in the age-play community.
I can’t take my gaze off Leah’s red bottom. That’s going to be me soon. How long does she have to stay in timeout? The silence is thick in the air. I can hear my heart beating as I wait.
Suddenly, I jump in place when a timer goes off. I realize it was on Craig’s phone. He turns it off. “Your turn is over, sweetheart. Come here.”
Leah drops her dress as she turns around and shuffles toward Craig.
He lifts her onto his lap, making her wince when her butt hits his jeans.
“Next,” Foster announces. He takes Amy over his lap, clasps her hands at the small of her back, pushes her dress up under their combined hands, and tugs her panties over her bottom.
He doesn’t assign her a number. He just starts spanking. Not with the same amount of force as Craig had used. But soon I realize he’s building up, increasing the intensity every few swats. He doesn’t stop until she whimpers, her bottom red hot.
When he’s done, he pulls her panties back over her bottom before standing her between his legs. He wipes away her tears. “Go to the corner, sweet girl.”
As she slides across the floor, barely lifting her feet, I stare in amazement. A curious fact grabs my attention. These Daddies aren’t mad. No one is remotely angry. That’s not part of the dynamic. They calmly pointed out that a key rule was broken and started meting out punishments.
I grow increasingly nervous as the seconds tick by, knowing I’m next.
Daddy strokes the side of my breast with his thumb. Does he know he’s making my nipples harder? He sets his lips on my ear again. “You’re ready for this?”
I nod acceptance, grateful that he’s asking.
“I’m going to spank you more like Foster did Amy, building up the intensity, but you’re going to stand in the corner with your bottom exposed like Leah. Understood?” His tone brooks no argument, but I know Daddy well. He’s watching me closely to double-check with me that this punishment is within my comfort zone.
Foster had set a kitchen timer on the counter. Its constant ticking has filled the room as if it were a bomb about to go off. When it finally pings, I nearly leap out of my skin. And now it’s my turn.
Daddy removes my leggings and panties and brings me to his side to lower me over his thighs without giving me any time to think. He clasps my wrists at the small of my back and palms my naked bottom.
It’s weird being exposed like this in front of other people. I’m aroused, which makes no sense to me.
“Spread your legs, baby girl. You aren’t meant to experience pleasure when you’re being disciplined.”
My face heats as I part my thighs. Leah and Amy weren’t told to part their legs. I’m kind of glad no one happens to be sitting on that side of me. I’m not overly modest, but I’m embarrassed that I’m so aroused. I’m soaking wet.
Part of me is starting to understand this is normal. Getting spanked makes me horny. It makes a lot of Littles horny. It’s unnerving though.
Daddy holds me steady and starts with lighter spanks, building up the pressure over time.
My butt warms more every time his palm makes contact until I’m panting as the spanks start to hurt. He moves his hand around to strike every inch of my bottom and the backs of my thighs. Every time he lands on the juncture between my thighs and my cheeks, I feel the vibrations in my pussy.
I grit my teeth to stave off the need that’s growing by the minute. I’m so aroused that I wouldn’t care if he thrust his fingers into me in front of everyone.
Okay, maybe I would care about that, but not until afterward. I’m desperate enough to will him to touch my clit at the moment.
By the time he stops, my butt cheeks are throbbing and my pussy is swollen. As he stands me up, my legs tremble. I’m not sure I can stand on my own.
Daddy rises to walk with me to the corner with his hands on my shoulders, steadying me as if he knows I couldn’t have shuffled across the room on my own.
The corner looms ominously in front of me like a living being. I wonder how many Little girls have stood here over the years. Does the corner remember and keep a tally?
Without a word, Daddy presses my forehead against the juncture of the two walls, eases my hands to the small of my back, and tucks my dress up under them. “Spread your legs, baby girl.” Is his voice husky with lust?
I part my thighs an inch or two.
“Wider, Juliet,” he demands.
I shudder as I obey him. This is the most intense moment of my life. Five people are watching me get disciplined. They can all see every inch of my naughty bottom on display.
Should I be this aroused? In my fantasies, I was always horny. In books, the Little girls are turned on. But in real life it’s surreal.
My legs are shaking and wetness is leaking from me to coat my inner thighs. Hopefully, no one’s looking closely. I flinch when the kitchen timer starts ticking, wondering how long I’ll be standing here and how long it will feel like.
Daddy hovers nearby as if he senses I might not be able to do this and he’s ready to intervene.
I can do it though. I want the full experience.
I want to come too. Though I don’t think that’s going to happen.
When the timer pings, I don’t move. Daddy’s the one who eases me from the wall, unclasping my hands so that my dress falls over my bottom. He swings me up into his arms without a word and carries me out of the room.
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. The scent of a man who adores me and loves me to pieces. He hasn’t said that yet. Neither of us has. But I know he loves me.
He carries me up the back stairs, down the hall, and into our suite of rooms, shutting the door behind him.
I’m not sure what to expect, but Daddy heads for the rocking chair in the yellow room and sits with me on his lap. He holds me close and rocks me, kissing my temple.
“I’m proud of you, Juliet.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur.
He strokes my hair, which is hanging in long pigtails today.
I’m beyond aware of my bare bottom between his thighs, exposed and burning. I hold my breath, willing the arousal to subside, but it lingers. “I need to come, Daddy,” I tell him.
“I know, baby girl, but you don’t get pleasure after a spanking.”
I whimper. I knew he would say that but it was worth a try. “Are you going to put me down for a nap?” I ask, hopefully.
He chuckles. “Not a chance.” He lifts one of my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “If I left you alone, your naughty fingers would be on your pussy in two seconds.”
I sigh. That had been the plan. Why does he have to be so smart?
“Besides, I want to hold you and rock you. So, you’re stuck sitting in my lap while I enjoy having you close.”
“I’d rather straddle your lap, Sir,” I grumble, squirming.
Another chuckle. “I bet you would. My Little girl is not shy when she needs release.”
Nope. I don’t see any reason to keep that to myself.
He kisses my temple again. “Did you have a fun morning with Leah and Amy?”
I nod. “So much fun.”
“You looked so happy when you were pummeling Daddy with snowballs.”
I giggle. “It was fun. You weren’t mad, were you?”
He chuckles as I glance up at him. “No. Not at all. My heart was so happy.” He hugs me closer. “I like playful Juliet. I hope I get to see more of her.”
I push out my bottom lip. “But I got spanked.”
He laughs. “Not for throwing snowballs though.” He taps my nose.
I sigh. “I knew we were going to get into trouble.”
He’s still grinning. “I’m sure you did.”
“I’m glad we did it,” I say softly.
“I know, baby girl.” He strokes my hair again. “Rest. Let Daddy hold you.”
We’ve made a lot of changes to our relationship since admitting we both wanted this age-play dynamic, but my favorite one of all is how often Daddy holds me and touches me. Like he’s making up for lost time. Like he doesn’t want me to get away.