Page 63 of Hunting Little Hope
That’s when I finally stepped up to the dresser to pick up the flogger I’d be using.
“You’re going to bend over the bed, sweetheart. You’re going to be good for me and not move a muscle, do you understand?”
She nodded, her head moving up and down like a bobblehead doll.
“If you can’t be still, I’ll have to restrain you. I’ll have to tie you up so you can focus on taking your punishment properly,” I warned her, and she worked her bottom lip with her teeth again, making my aching cock pulse in my pants.
“I’ll be good, Daddy,” she promised.
“There’s my good girl,” I murmured, and she quickly turned around and bent over the bed as I had instructed. Her beautiful bottom was flushed red, and I could only imagine how the soft tresses of the flogger would feel against her inflamed skin.
And the spectacular marks it would leave behind.
At the first touch of the flogger to her bottom, a sense of possession and joy filled me.Thisis what I’d been waiting for. Longing for. Hunting for. Our Hope.
Not so much the act of punishing the woman who was meant for me but knowing thatshewas meant for me.
She, Tyrell, and Perry were everything I could ever need and this act was the first step of making it so.
Her breathless counting grounded me in the now, ensuring I stayed in the scene so I didn’t hurt my girl. Her silent tears quickly turned into outright sobbing and senseless words or phrases that made no sense.
“Please, Daddy!” she cried out. But whether it was for me to stop, or for more, I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter because we were both flying.
And then her face sank into the bed as she cried out the last count.
Instantly, I dropped the flogger on the floor and rushed to claim my girl. I dragged her onto the bed with me, careful not to anger her flaming bottom any more than I needed to. After carefully applying some lotion to help with the sting later, I cuddled her in my arms and brought a bottle of water to her lips so she could take slow sips from it.
Tyrell soon followed us onto the bed, clutching Perry in his arms. The Little boy was crying too, his large eyes filled with tears as his shoulders wracked with silent sobs.
“There now,” Tyrell murmured into our Little boy’s hair. “All’s forgiven now. You both did so well.”
I crooned at Hope as I stroked her hair and lavished her face with soft butterfly kisses.
After a while both Perry and Hope stopped crying and they just cuddled in close to us. The hand I had wrapped around Hope’s waist reached out and Tyrell was quick to lace his fingers with mine.
Our eyes met over our Littles; heads, and even though we still hadn’t had the discussion yet, I could see the same emotion filling my chest on his face.
Whatever this was becoming, neither of us seemed willing to let it go.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hope
I woke from a deep sleep, surrounded by warmth for the second time that day.
A girl could definitely get used to this.
And then I moved and felt the definite pleasant—yet still uncomfortable—reminder of how I’d ended up in bed this time.
“There you are,” Daddy Lee softly murmured against my hair as his hand continued to lazily stroke my naked waist.
“How long have I been out?” I asked softly, worried about waking anyone else.
That’s when Perry wiggled behind me, rubbing a very happy part of his anatomy against my tender bottom. “Waytoo long,” he responded, his tone laced with impatience. “Daddy T wouldn’t let me wake you up, but now you’re awake, and our punishment is over, which means we canplay. Daddy Lee said that if I was very good and let you get your nap in, then he and Daddy T would do their best to make both of us feel super-duper special.AndI’d even be allowed to go all the way even if normally I don’t get to feel good after being punished.”
Those were a lot of words. A jumble of them that left my emotions jump, jump, jumping all over the place.
From Perry’s eager tone and excited wiggling I could guess just what feeling special meant. The same for being allowed to go all the way and feeling good.
