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“Yes, Daddy.”

“All right, then. Take off your pajama bottoms and bend over the end of the bed.”

She didn’t quickly obey as he expected and he wondered if he’d done something wrong by asking her to strip and get into position herself. The look on her face was one he couldn’t quite place.

“Um… well… see…” She hopped from foot to foot.

Beau looked at Dax with a frown. Dax shrugged his shoulders.

Tessa sighed. “I’ll just show you.”

Turning away from them, she scooted her pull-up and pajama bottoms over her hips, sliding them down her bottom and past her thighs. When they hit the floor she stepped sideways, kicking them out of the way and bent across the bed as she’d been told.

Beau was clueless, until he took a step closer and noticed a quarter-sized smudge of black ink in the shape of a heart across the top of her right butt cheek.

“Is that…?” he gasped, stepping closer for a better look. It was clearly a tattoo, and he knew it hadn’t been there last week.

“It’s fake!” Tessa whined, burying her face in her hands. “It washes off with water!”

Chuckling, Dax beat him to getting a better look. “It says Daddy’s,” he announced with glee, leaning to scratch it with his fingertip, “and yep, it’s definitely fake.”

“Oh thank god,” Beau said with a gasp of relief. “I do not have time for the punishment a real one would require.”

“Was this what you were doing that was so noisy?”

“No, Daddy. We did these before eleven. But then we were talking about them and laughing and Luna was threatening to order more different ones, and”—her shoulders lifted and fell—“we were just being silly.”

“I see. Well, then you are not in trouble for this, but we did have an agreement. Until you are ours completely, living with us under our care, you are subject to Baze’s rules and punishments. And if you get in trouble with him, you get in trouble with us. And you knew that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay then. Daddy Dax, get me my spoon, please.”

Beau held out his hand and stared at the fake tattoo on Tessa’s bottom until Dax handed him the requested implement.

“Naughty Little girls who break their House Daddy’s rules get in trouble with their Daddies,” Beau told her, poising the spoon above her bottom that looked untouched. Baze obviously hadn’t been too upset or spanked too hard because all evidence of the aforementioned spanking had faded. He would make sure this one lasted a little bit longer.

“I get to test out my new naughty-girl spoon,” Beau mused. They’d bought it after their first playdate with Tessa and she’d done her best to avoid it since.

Even now, with her first taste of it looming, she whimpered.

Beau turned it over in his hand, examining it. It was made of a beautifully marbled olive wood, with a thin handle, and a large, flat bowl, perfect for spanking. He had the immediate thought to go back to the gift shop as soon as possible and get another for Dax.

Beau wanted to go slow and draw the punishment out, savoring every sweet whimper. but there really wasn’t time. He had to leave soon.

“Okay, please stay in position. Don’t move or throw your hands back or I’ll have to start over. I’m going to spank first and then I’m going to give the spoon to Daddy Dax to finish.” He added that on a whim, having no idea how to share this responsibility with Dax. The threat seemed to do the trick and before he even began Tessa was dancing in place.

Thwack. The thick wooden spoon made a satisfying splat noise as it came in contact with the fleshiest part of her bottom. The skin where it touched turned the lightest shade of pink and Tessa moaned into the bedcovers.

“Owie, that stings. That stupid spoon is stupid.”

“Oh good. Then I shall use it a lot more often,” he said, not teasing at all. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound echoed through the room and with four sound smacks the spankable part of Tessa’s bottom was covered in pink. Now he could truly begin.

Spanking hard and fast, not counting at all, he gauged how many to give based only on the darkening hue of her bottom and her body language.

“You have to be a good girl,” he lectured, as the spoon fell across her previously untouched sit spots. “Right now you are such a lucky girl you have three Daddies to love and care for you. But that also means three Daddies to punish and spank you if you’re naughty, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm! Yes, Daddy!” There was a defiant pout in her answer and he could tell she still needed more. He, however, needed to get ready to get on the road so he passed the spoon to Dax and got dressed in dark slacks and a button-down while he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.