Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“But do you need more?” Brody asked. “Do you need friends?”
She tried to wriggle off the Fox’s lap as she frowned.
“Bunny, stay still,” he commanded.
“Let me off.”
“No,” he growled back at her. “Stay where you are.”
She froze, staring up at him. He cupped her chin. “What is it?”
“I sound so pathetic. I’ve got no friends. No family.”
Alarm filled him as she sniffled. He’d failed her. She obviously did need some friends.
“I shall get some for you.”
“I’m not . . . you guys aren’t going to go get me friends!” She stared up at him in horror.
“We didn’t say that, Tutu.” Brody moved around next to him on the floor.
“That’s exactly what I said,” the Fox pointed out.
His Bunny nodded and pushed her thumb into her mouth.
“Okay, but we’re not going to do that,” Brody said. “Maybe it’s time to meet some of my friends, though. You’ll like Ink’s girlfriend, Betsy. She’s very nice. And so is Sunny and the others.”
“I suppose if we went to Markovich’s at Thanksgiving then you could meet Emme and Dahlia.” That would be a solution.
His Bunny slid the thumb out of her mouth, shaking her head. “No, Daddy. I don’t want you to go for me. I want you to go for you.”
That sounded like a load of garbage. He’d go for her.
Well, he’d think about it anyway.
He glanced down at his Pup and then at his Bunny. “It’s time for your spankings.”
Bunny squirmed at his look while his Pup grimaced. Yes, they should be worried. They’d been very naughty.
The Fox took them in for a moment. He didn’t know what it said about him that he enjoyed having them kneeling by him as he sat. But he also didn’t care.
“Why are you being punished, Pup?” he asked his boy first.
“For staying up too late.”
“That’s right. And for reading messages that you shouldn’t on my phone.”
“It was an accident.”
He grunted. “And you, Bunny? Why are you about to get your butt spanked?”
“Um, 'cause I stayed up past my bedtime.”
“Yes, and . . . ?”
She grimaced. “Because I went down the stairs on a toboggan.”
“Yes, you could have been seriously hurt and that is completely unacceptable,” he told her firmly. “Pup, you’re up first. Stand and then lay yourself over my lap.”
5
Fox, Brody, and Autumn
How did he keep finding himself in this position?
Brody stood slowly as Tutu slid back slightly. She better not try to run, the Fox wouldn’t appreciate that. But she settled in, sending him a wink.
Ridiculously, he found himself grinning back. This wasn’t exactly a smiling moment. This was an ‘oh shit, I’m about to get my butt spanked by a man with a hand like a wooden paddle’ sort of moment.
“Pup,” the Fox said warningly. “Over you go.”
“Yes, Papa.” He lay over the Fox’s lap. He always had a problem with being spanked like this.
Okay, with being spanked at all. Part of him liked it. And the other part of him found it weird that he liked it. That he wanted to go over the Fox’s lap. It was a vulnerable position and it made him feel odd inside.
His younger side became more apparent when he was in this position.
“Daddy, you won’t spank Brody-bear too hard, will you?” Tutu asked.
“Well, he was very naughty. Although not as naughty as you.”
Uh-oh.
Before Brody could protest that he should have watched her more closely, the Fox landed a smack on his ass.
Holy. Crap.
That hurt.
Another landed. They kept coming in a steady wave that soon had Brody kicking his legs, small grunts coming from him as he wiggled around on the Fox’s lap. He was certain he had to be getting heavy, but that didn’t seem to affect the Fox. His hand landed over and over.
“Lie still, Pup. I don’t want you to fall off my lap and hurt yourself.”
Oh, the irony of that statement.
“Papa, no more!”
“I’m sorry, my Pup. There is definitely more to come. You know you were naughty, staying up so late.”
“We was worried about you, Papa!”
“And I’m sorry about that. But you knew I was on my way home.”
Damn it, yes, he had known.
A sob broke free as he lay on the Fox’s lap and fully gave in to the spanking. The Fox moved his hand down to cover the tops of Brody’s thighs. Ouch. He really wasn’t going to sit well tomorrow.
Finally, he stopped, placing his hand on Brody’s burning ass. “Next time, what are you going to do?”
“Call you, Papa.”
“Good boy. Now, sit around on my lap so I can give you comfort. I know how to do that now. I dare say I’m an expert cuddler.”
Brody shifted around so he could face the Fox, straddling his lap. He buried his face in the other man’s chest as he held him.
“I could write a book on how to give aftercare,” the Fox muttered.