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“It does.” Graham’s voice doesn’t raise in the slightest. His explanation is calm and reasonable, a direct contrast to our babygirl’s screaming match from earlier. “Which is the only reason you aren’t bent over the side of our bed getting whipped with Daddy’s belt before your punishment fuck.”

“Oh.”

Now that I’ve stripped down to nothing, I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around our Little girl’s waist and pulling her back against me. Her breath hitches, and I can’t help but grin at my husband, knowing the effect we’re having on our sweet little Kerry.

Keeping my gaze locked on Graham as his hands move to the buckle of his belt, I skim my lips over the shell of Kerry’s ear. “Do you remember how big Daddy’s cock is, angel? Do you remember how it felt to choke on it, the way you gagged and drooled and made such an adorable mess of yourself?”

As I speak, I cup her pert breasts in my hands, pinching and pulling at the nipples until Kerry lets out a soft whine and wiggles her bottom against me. Need pulses to my clit at her needy sounds, and I just know if I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to combust.

Finally, we’re all three naked and Graham points to the bed. “On your back, little one, with your head facing toward Daddy.”

Kerry scrambles to obey, and as she climbs up on the bed, I catch a glimpse of her pussy glistening between her thighs. Such a needy Little girl she is.

It’s too bad for her she’s going to have to stay that way.

Graham

Watching my wife slip into her role as Mommy might just be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. While our pouty Little girl settles herself on the bed, Celeste steps into the black harness that will hold her “punishment cock”, the one that will leave our angel with a reminder of what happens when Little girls throw tantrums. Our eyes meet, and I see my own need, my own hunger reflected in my wife’s gaze.

Our poor babygirl has no idea how much trouble she’s really in.

Forcing my eyes away from Celeste’s, I step up to the edge of the bed and cup Kerry’s breasts, repeating her Mommy’s earlier torment by pinching and plucking her nipples until she writhes and cries out at my touch.

“Daddy, it hurts! No more!”

“Oh, angel.” I can’t resist the urge to chuckle as I give her nipples another hard pinch. “There is so much more to come. You were a very naughty Little girl.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Looking up, I watch as Celeste climbs onto the bed, settling herself between our babygirl’s thighs. Again our eyes meet and Celeste gives a small nod.

Taking my cue, I hook my hands beneath Kerry’s arms and pull her forward, just enough for her head to hang upside down off the end of the bed. My cock is already aching and her sweet little mouth is so close, I nearly lose all control.

But we have a naughty girl to punish, so I tighten my grip on the reins of my self-control as I push the tip of my cock between her full lips. Fucking hell, her mouth feels even better than I remember, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to come right down her throat.

“All right, little one.” Celeste’s husky voice momentarily distracts me from the feel of our babygirl’s mouth on my cock. “Mommy and Daddy are going to fuck you now. But since this is a punishment, you are not allowed to come. If you do…”

Letting the threat hang in the air, Celeste looks up, a wicked smile curving her lips.

“Then we’ll have to get really mean.”

Chapter Eleven

Kerry

I have wildly miscalculated Mommy and Daddy’s reaction to my outrageous behavior. When I first decided to throw a tantrum, I thought for sure my punishment would be a quick spanking, maybe even with Mommy’s brush.

Not for one single second did I expect to end up here, with Daddy’s cock choking me while Mommy lectures me about how I’ve lost my right to come during my punishment.

And then something hard and far larger than any cock I’ve ever felt pushes against the entrance of my pussy and I can’t help but whimper around Daddy’s thick length.

“Oh, she doesn’t like that, Mommy.” Daddy’s voice practically vibrates with amusement. “Can you hear her whimpering?”

“Yes.” Just like Daddy, Mommy sounds entirely too pleased with my discomfort. “Maybe this is what will finally get through to our naughty Little girl so she learns once and for all what her Mommy and Daddy will and will not tolerate.”

As Mommy forces my pussy open, Daddy flexes his hips, driving his cock even deeper into my throat. I gag around him, my muscles contracting painfully as drool slides from the corners of my mouth and up into my hair. With every movement forward, his balls press against my nose, briefly cutting off my air and terror grips me. I don’t think they’d actually kill me, but every instinct I have is screaming at me that I’m in danger and need to escape.

There is no escape to be had, however. Not when I’m trapped between two people who have proven themselves to be so much stronger than I am. Still, I can’t stay still, not when it genuinely feels like I might choke to death on Daddy’s cock. Reaching up, I shove at his thighs, desperate to push him away. But he doesn’t move. It’s as though he’s made of marble, carved from the very earth itself, and panic claws at my chest, ironically making it even harder to breathe than before.