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“Yes, Daddy.” Normally, such a detailed play-by-play would have annoyed her, but now it was comforting as she knew exactly what to expect.

When her dress came up and her pull-up went down, the cool breeze from the ceiling vent danced across her exposed bottom, sending a shiver up her spine.

“You’re going to get ten hard spanks with my hand. Don’t move off my lap, or I’ll have to start over and add extras.”

Thankful that he couldn’t see her face, Tessa rolled her eyes. She didn’t need the warning. Ten with his hand was nothing compared to some of the doozies she’d gotten from Baze.

There was no chance of her even so much as wiggling through ten, or even after for that matter.

At least that’s what she thought. Until Dax’s hand came down with so much force she almost bounced off his lap of her body’s own accord.

“What? Owwww!” she cried out, wondering how she’d get through nine more.

“One,” Daddy Dax said, counting out loud. She was grateful he wasn’t making her do it.

The second swat she knew to brace herself, wrapping her hands around Dax’s muscled thigh. It wasn’t quite as hard, or maybe she wasn’t quite as surprised.

“In this dynamic, between the three of us, respect has to be at the forefront. Daddy Beau and I will always speak to you respectfully, even if we are upset, and we expect you to do the same.” His lecture was punctuated with swats three and four, each one hard enough to take her breath away.

When the fifth fell, her ass was radiating warmth, she knew it must be red, and the sting was unbearable.

By the seventh, tears were prickling the corners of her eyes. For a sub himself, Dax could deliver one hell of a spanking. She’d definitely underestimated him.

At eight and nine, she cried out, and before the tenth one fell, Dax paused, with one hand across the width of her right bottom cheek.

“Do you think you are learning your lesson, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“Good. One more and it’s gonna hurt. I have to make sure you learn it good.”

Drawing a fortifying breath, Tessa braced herself.

The tenth was as hard as the first, the deafening sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the room.

Relieved it was over, Tessa finally let the tears fall. Just a few quiet ones that tracked hotly down her cheeks, and she could taste the saltiness at the corners of her lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

A moment later, Dax pulled her pull-up over her heated backside, the scratchy fabric irritating the reddened skin. He fixed her dress and patted her bottom over the top of both layers before helping her up. When she was standing, he stood too, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly as he whispered in her ear.

“Good girl, Tessa. You took your spanking well, and I know you’ll do better in the future.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered into his chest. “Especially now that I know how hard your hand is. I wasn’t expecting you to spank quite so hard.”

Behind them, Beau guffawed loudly and Tessa jumped. She’d all but forgotten he was there.

After he finished chortling, he came up behind them and joined their hug.

Twisting in Dax’s embrace, Tessa craned her neck to look up at him.

“Oh hi, Daddy Beau!” she exclaimed cheekily.

“Oh hi there, little one,” he replied with a wide grin. “How are you doing? Did Daddy Dax warm your bottom good?”

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled back, just as Dax released his hold and turned her into Beau’s arms.

“Daddy Beau is a very good hugger,” he explained. “And I need to pee.”