Claimed by her Daddies

by Roberts, Laylah

  “I see you,” she whispered.

  “How can you when I don’t see myself? My whole identity is tied up in being Prince Kassim.”

  “I love Prince Kassim. But I also love Daddy. And Kassim. He’s smart. Loyal. Kind. He loves fiercely. Protects with everything he has. He’s a natural leader. But he’s also a good snuggler. He can have almost old-fashioned views and values, but I like that. He also always listens to all viewpoints. He’s the person who can calm me, settle me. Who makes everything else not seem so insurmountable because he’ll always be there for me, supporting me, helping me, protecting me when the rest of the world is a scary place. My life wouldn’t be complete without all of you.”

  “And ours wouldn’t be complete without you, tamiya. I like the way you see me.”

  Kassim ran his fingers through her hair. It was soothing, relaxing. “When was the last time you ate?”

  “The others made me eat a sandwich before coming down here.”

  “Good then we don’t have to stop for you to eat. This is what I want you to do. You will stand and slip off your panties and hand them to me. Then you are going to raise your skirt up over your ass and ask me to punish you.”

  “No way.”

  “Yes, way,” he replied. “And if you argue, there will be extras added.”

  Holy slime balls. This wasn’t cool.

  She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. Grumbling under her breath, she stood. He was a gentleman and held out a hand to help her. She moved from foot to foot in her high heels.

  “You may take the high heels off first,” he said, mistaking her hesitation.

  “Oh yes.” She slid them off, feeling so short now. “But, um, the thing is . . . “

  “Yes?”

  “I’m not allowed to wear panties when I have a skirt on,” she blurted out.

  His eyes flared. “Is that so?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “All right, then. Raise your skirt up over your ass. I want to see you.”

  This was something she’d fantasized about. But the reality was a bit more embarrassing. Sucking in a breath, she did it quickly. Like ripping off a band-aid. Grabbing the bottom of her skirt, she drew it up to her waist. The skirt was tight and it could stay in place by itself, but she held it up needing something to do with her hands.

  Kassim sucked in a breath. What was he thinking? Did he like what he saw?

  “You are beautiful,” he told her sincerely. “Perfect.”

  A blush heated her cheeks. She wouldn’t go that far.

  “Step forward.”

  She stepped closer to him.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She slid her feet apart and he lightly cupped her mound, making her moan as his heat seared her. She knew he would feel how wet she was. How turned on.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured. “Why?”

  Did he really have to ask?

  “What turned you on? Being my naughty secretary? Sucking me off? Having me order you to bare your pussy and ass?”

  “All of it,” she whispered. “And you. I’m, um, very attracted to you. I always have been.”

  “You hid it well, Miss Jones,” he told her.

  “I didn’t want to lose my job.”

  “That would never have happened,” he reassured her. “What is your safeword?”

  “Hapuka.”

  “Good. I want your reassurance that you will use it. For whatever reason. If you are in pain, uncomfortable, unsure or you just need to stop and talk.”

  “I will. I trust you, Kassim.”

  She knew it was the right thing to say when his shoulders relaxed. Then he slid a finger along her slit and pressed it deep inside her.

  “Ohhh,” she cried.

  “You feel so good. Hot and wet. And the noises you make.” He drew his finger out then drove it back inside her.

  It felt amazing but she wanted more. Needed it.

  Another finger was added. Better, but still not enough. She needed to feel him deep inside her. She wanted to see him the moment he lost it. When he came inside her.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “I’m supposed to be punishing you when all I want to do is lie you down on the rug and take you.”

  “Punish me later, Sir,” she begged as he thrust into her, nearly sending her onto her tiptoes, her breath coming in sharp pants of need.

  “I cannot. I have already let you down.”

  She opened her eyes to give him a fierce look. “You have never once let me down.”

  His face was stern, but she thought she saw a glimpse of amusement. She didn’t care, he could find her funny but she meant every word. There was no way Kassim could let her down.

  “You shouldn’t be rewarded while being punished.”

  “That’s a stupid rule.”

  “I’ll admit, I’m not feeling so happy about it myself right now. But perhaps if you are a good girl when you take your punishment, you’ll be rewarded after.”

  Sounded insane. But she guessed she shouldn’t answer. What the heck did being a good girl for her punishment mean, though?

  He slid his fingers free from her pussy. They were glistening with her dew. Heat entered her cheeks. She fully expected him to wipe them clean on the handkerchief he always kept in his pocket. The one he would whip out when she spilled something on herself.

  Which unfortunately, happened often.

  But he shocked her by instead placing his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. She stared, riveted at the sight of her very proper, everything in its place, man tasting her from his fingers.

  “Delicious.” He held out a hand to her. “Come here. It’s time for your punishment.”

  She slid her hand into his and let him guide her onto the couch then over his lap. Her torso was over his thighs with her head, shoulders and legs supported by the couch.

  Taking a deep breath, she attempted to get herself to relax.

  Kassim placed his hand on her lower back and she jumped.

  “Shh, tamiya,” he told her in a soft voice. “You’re okay. You know I would never harm you?”

  “I know,” she replied. “I trust you.”

  “That is worth more to me than anything. Your trust and love, I’d give up everything to keep that.”

  Okay. Now she was officially mush. Who the heck was this guy? And how had she done anything to deserve him? Any of them?

  “Ditto.” She cringed as she said that.

  “Ditto?” he asked with amusement.

  “I’m not as good with words as you,” she said with a huff.

  Really, Pippa. You could have done better than ditto.

  “I don’t know about that. You always seem to know the right thing to say.”

  “You flatterer, you.”

  He huffed out a laugh. “See what I mean?”

  Lord, he was full of it. And she loved him for it. His hand moved lower to her backside. “I’m not going to go easy on you, I’m afraid. We need to get rid of this guilt you feel.”

  “I mean, I’m sure it would disappear after, say, ten smacks,” she said. She would have gone for five if she could have gotten away with it.

  “So you think your punishment should be the same as when you called yourself a wuss?” he inquired.

  Crap. Should have gone for fifteen.

  “We’ll split this into two punishments,” he told her. “Thirty tonight. Then tomorrow night, when you bring me that essay, you’ll get the rest.”

  Oh holy heck, Batman!

  His hand slid to her ass, rubbing gently. “Objections?”

  Plenty. But none that she thought would move him. And he was likely right. She needed something to get rid of the yucky feeling in her stomach.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Here are the first ten.”

  The first few made her jolt. Slime balls! He wasn’t messing around. There was no warm-up. He started hard and fast. She barely had time to catch her breath and when she finally manage
d it, a wail escaped her.

  She started pounding her feet against the sofa and her hands curled into fists.

  “No! Stop!”

  Two more smacks landed then he paused. He actually stopped.

  “That was the first ten. Do you need me to stop here?”

  “Ten? It was only ten?” she sobbed, tears dripping down her face. “I’m not even halfway?”

  “No, tamiya.”

  “I’m never going to sit again!”

  “We could spread this out over the whole week if you need to.”

  What? No. That sounded even worse.

  “No, Sir. Keep going please.”

  “All right. You’re doing so well. Here are the next ten.”

  She didn’t think it was possible for her ass to get any hotter.

  She was wrong.

  These ten were hard and fast again. They felt lower. Halfway through, she reached back to cover her bottom. But he simply gathered her hands in the middle of her back. He moved his hand down lower to where her ass and thighs met.

  By the time he was finished, she was crying, her face pressed against the leather sofa, completely spent.

  “Good girl. Last ten. I’m going to move you slightly for these ones.”

  He rearranged her limp body so that her legs were trapped between his thighs and her stomach rested on his left leg.

  She didn’t realize until he started spanking her that she had been repositioned so he had an easier reach to spank the underside of her ass and the top of her thighs.

  With a cry of pain she attempted to wriggle free, but he held her still, applying the last ones briskly and without mercy.

  When he finished, she was lying there limply, crying sadly. She was spent. Sweaty, exhausted, with a throbbing bottom that she was certain had to be twice its size.

  “Good girl. It’s all right. You did so well. Shh, I know it hurt.” He helped her up then lay down with her on the couch. He was on his back with her lying on top of him chest to chest. His hand rubbed up and down her back as he spoke quietly into her ear.

  There was a knock on the door which they both ignored.

  Gradually, she settled, laying her cheek to his chest.

  “I got your shirt all wet,” she told him. A yawn caught her by surprise. Damn, getting spanked was tiring.

  “I am sure it will survive. How do you feel?”

  “Like I sat on a pile of hot coals,” she replied.

  “Hm, well your ass is very red. It’s going to be sore to sit on for a while.”

  “Ya think?”

  His hand landed lightly on her thigh. “Watch the attitude, brat.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  Her eyes were closing. There was something very soothing about lying here with him. She realized that she’d never just sat with him. He’d always been working or there had been something important to discuss.

  “Other than having a hot ass, how do you feel?”

  She thought about that for a long moment. “Empty.”

  “In a good way? Or empty as in you’ve turned into a sociopath who wants to remove my balls from my body?”

  She had to giggle. That sounded wrong coming from Kassim. “Empty in a good way. That tight knot is missing from my tummy. I feel like I could sleep. Really sleep.”

  “Then that is what you should do.”

  She sniffed and rubbed at her cheeks. “I need a tissue. And some ice packs.”

  “No ice packs.”

  “My butt burns.”

  “Part of the punishment is dealing with a hot bottom after,” he told her.

  More stupid spanking rules.

  “But I can take care of the tissue issue.”

  “You’re a poet, Daddy.” She didn’t know why, but her Little always slipped out more easily when she was tired. She guessed she was less guarded.

  “So I am. Now pull yourself up a bit and I’ll wipe your face.”

  “I can do it.”

  “I know that,” he told her. “But you’re going to let me do it.”

  She grumbled but pulled herself up so he could get to her face. Gently, he cleaned her up, even helping her blow her nose.

  Embarrassing.

  But she was almost too tired to care.

  “Wanna nap, Daddy.”

  “I know, lay your head back down.”

  “Do you gotta go to work?” she mumbled.

  “Not at the moment, tamiya. Right now, it’s more important that I take care of you. Besides, I could have a nap myself.”

  “I didn’t know Daddies had to nap too.”

  “Well, it takes a lot of energy to take care of a Little. The reason Daddies often insist their Little ones take naps is because they want a nap themselves. But don’t tell anyone I told you. I wouldn’t want to get kicked out of the Daddy club.”

  “Zipping my lips, Daddy. Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”

  “Wow, now I know you are serious.”

  “Time to stop talking now, Daddy. Sleep.”

  * * *

  The persistent beeping of his phone woke him. Despite how tired he was, he was still surprised that he’d managed to sleep. Perhaps the cure for insomnia was spanking a brat then cuddling her after.

  He grinned. Well, just one brat. Who was still sleeping peacefully.

  His phone beeped again and he sighed.

  Sliding out from under her, he grabbed a blanket from a cupboard and laid it over her. Blankets were kept in every room of this house for when it became cold.

  She was so beautiful. Her hair was lying around her face, her face slightly flushed and her thumb was in her mouth. She’d probably rather have her pacifier. Maybe he should start keeping one close by as he didn’t want to leave her to grab it.

  Moving to his desk he picked up his phone and saw several texts from his brothers.

  Aric: Kassim, are you guys okay?

  Tavi: From what I heard when I walked past, it sounds like we should ask Pippa that.

  Matek: Did you harm her?

  Tavi: We sent her there for him to punish her, Matek.

  Matek: How hard did you punish her? Send her to me.

  Those texts had come through about half an hour ago. He scrolled further down to the ones that had woken him.

  Aric: Answer us, Kassim.

  Tavi: Shit, Judd is getting worried. He’s about to storm into your office. You might want to make sure you’re both covered up.

  Aric: Or let Judd know you’re both alive and safe.

  Matek: Bring Pippa to me.

  He wasn’t going to have Judd storm in here and wake up Pippa. Quickly, he texted back.

  Kassim: We are both fine. Tell Judd if he interrupts us then I will bury his body where no one will find it. Pippa is fine.

  More texts came through, but just then he heard her whimper. Putting his phone on silent, he walked over to her. Crouching down, he ran his fingers through her soft hair. She always smelled like cherry blossoms. Sweet.

  Another whimper. He cupped the side of her face. “Tamiya, wake up for me.”

  Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked at him.

  “Sorry to wake you, but it sounded like you were having a bad dream.”

  Her nose wrinkled. “It was about Matek dying again. You all leaving me. Same old.”

  She tried to sound dismissive, but he hated that she was having nightmares about that.

  “You know we would never willingly leave you, don’t you?”

  “I know. Sometimes it’s just convincing my stupid brain.”

  “No calling yourself stupid,” he growled at her. “Perhaps I didn’t spank you hard enough before.”

  Her eyes widened. “You did, Daddy. I promise.”

  “Any derogatory comments aimed at yourself will result in a hot ass. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”

  Leaning in, he kissed her gently. It was just meant to be a brief kiss, but it turned more heated. A small whimper
of need left her lips as he drew back. He cupped the sides of her face. “So beautiful.”

  “So are you,” she said back.

  “I suppose that is better than ‘ditto’,” he teased.

  Her cheeks went red.

  “I’m just teasing. How was your nap?”

  “Good.” She stretched and the blanket fell down off her chest.

  The buttons on her shirt had all come undone, revealing her black bra and the mounds of her breasts

  Reaching out, unable to stop himself, he ran his finger over the top of each mound. He heard her suck in a breath.

  “Tamiya, if you don’t want this I’m going to need you to tell me now,” he warned.

  “If by this, you mean sex then I most definitely want this.”

  “That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” He ripped off the blanket, revealing her bare pussy, the skirt bunched around her waist and her shirt which was wide open.

  “Lie on your back,” he commanded.

  She rolled over, wincing as her ass came into contact with the sofa. Poor baby. He grabbed a cushion. “Raise your ass. I’ll take off your skirt then put this under your lower back so your ass isn’t touching the sofa.”

  “I thought part of a punishment was the sore bottom afterward,” she sassed.

  “Or I can change my mind,” he threatened.

  “No, no,” she said hastily. “The cushion is good.”

  She raised her hips up then he slid off the skirt and placed the cushion so she could lie on it.

  He completely parted her shirt, staring down at her breasts. Then he kissed his way across the top. Grabbed the cup of her bra, he lowered it to free the creamy mound. A groan escaped him.

  “I’ve often had fantasies about these breasts,” he told her. “They are even more spectacular than I could have dreamed.”

  She went red. His girl didn’t take compliments easily. But he would help her with that.

  “Widen your legs,” he commanded. “Put one foot on the floor.”

  He thought she went even more red. But she moved her leg, allowing him easier access to her pussy. He slipped his mouth around her nipple, sucking on it strongly. Groans of pleasure escaped from her as he released her other breast, giving that nipple the same treatment.