Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Isla truly felt like a member of this giant family, especially when all the Littles piled up on the floor in the middle of the U of the sectional. They brought down dozens of pillows and blankets and snuggled up with popcorn and sippy cups of lemon-lime soda.

The Daddies had not consented to candy in the end because they’d been worried about everyone getting enough sleep tonight before the big dive tomorrow.

They had all seen the rom-com before, which made it easier to glance at each other and whisper among themselves. They played a repeating game of telephone where one would think of something and whisper it to the next, and so on until it got back around. Usually, it was slightly altered, which caused them to stifle their giggles.

In the end, they agreed that they would all wake up more refreshed and ready to tackle the day tomorrow if they slept hard tonight, and the best way to ensure a full night’s sleep would be if it followed a good hard spanking.

With ten minutes left in the movie, Sadie started the shenanigans. She yanked a large blanket off the top of them, which caused squeals and was followed by everyone grabbing a pillow, jumping to their feet, and having a pillow fight.

In Isla’s entire life, she’d never once been involved in an actual pillow fight. She knew people talked about them happening at sleepovers. She’d read about them. She’d seen them on TV. But she’d never been a participant.

And this pillow fight among six full-grown women in short dresses with far more than enough pillows was epic. Isla was laughing so hard within five minutes that she feared she might pee herself.

At first, the Daddies simply stayed in their seats and watched, only mildly shocked. After a bit, one of the pillows got a hole in it, and then stuffing started coming out, filling the room. When that happened, the men moved away from the sectional to stand behind it.

Isla glanced at them several times to see what their reactions were, especially Caesar’s. This was her first full-on naughty experience, and though she knew from the other Littles and her own Daddy that this sort of thing was common practice among the women, she still held on to a slight hesitation, wondering if anyone would truly get angry.

All of them were simply smirking while they picked fluff out of their hair, beards, and clothes.

Eventually, a second pillow developed a hole, and then white cloudy fluff was flying around like crazy. Isla loved this so much. She’d never felt so free and uninhibited in her life. The entire experience was bonding and made her feel like part of the family even more.

As if on cue, all the Daddies jumped into the fray to snag each of their Littles from the bedlam, lifting them right off the floor with arms around their waists.

The women protested lamely, squirming and fighting to free themselves so they could continue the pillow fight. But it was over, and Isla knew it. Without a word, they were escorted toward the elevator.

Isla found herself tossed over Caesar’s shoulder, and she swung her head around to find two other women were in a similar position. Three couples got into the elevator and disappeared, leaving Isla, Juniper, and Lyra still wiggling to free themselves.

When the elevator returned, the last six of them entered. Well, six feet were on the floor and six were in the air. Lyra was being held up with her back to Phoenix’s front. She was too short to do anything but struggle. Juniper was being cradled by Magnus who was so built and strong she had no hope of escaping.

Isla let her body go limp over her Daddy’s shoulder, mostly because she was worn out from the pillow fight. It had been the most fun ever, but now, she was exhausted, and she knew she was about to get a lot more tired from a spanking.

She was a smart girl. This spanking wasn’t going to be like the last one. This one would be more intense and probably not end in an orgasm. Curiosity had led her to this point, though, and she was intrigued.

As soon as they were inside their apartment, Daddy went straight through to the bedroom and lowered her to the bed. He pushed her onto her back, planted his hands on either side of her, and leaned over to meet her gaze.

He was grinning. “Little Fish, I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

She giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun, Daddy.”

“Good. I want you to be carefree and enjoy yourself. That’s half the fun of being Little.”

She grabbed his waist, thinking to pull him down for a kiss, but he didn’t budge. Finally, she sighed. “But you’re still going to spank me.”

“Yep. You know why?”

She shrugged.

“Because that’s the other half of the fun of being Little.” He rose up a few inches and tickled her tummy just long enough to surprise her and make her buckle forward.

“Daddy…”

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to stand before lifting her dress over her head and leaving her in nothing but her panties. Squatting in front of her, he quickly removed those, too. Patting the bed, he said, “On your tummy.”

“On the bed?” she asked. She’d expected him to take her over his knees like he had last time.

“Yep. Sometimes, I’ll spank you in other places besides my lap. Maybe over the back of the couch or a chair. Sometimes, you’ll bend over and hold on to your feet or another object. Consider yourself lucky that tonight you get to lie on your tummy.”

Isla scrambled up to lie down where he’d indicated.

“Lift your hips, Little Fish.”

Confused, she did as she was told, understanding much better when he slid a pillow under her belly. “Good girl. Part your legs for me.”

Isla gasped at the vulnerability she felt from that simple action.

“That’s my good girl,” her Daddy said in a much softer tone as he set a hand on her bottom and patted her several times over the plug.

She whimpered.

“You read the chapter in the book. You know what Daddy is going to do next.”

She had read it, and the thought that he was going to emulate that scene made her pussy drip onto the bed. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He twisted the plug several times, making her hyper-aware of every nerve ending in her bottom. Next, he pressed against it, pushing it in a fraction deeper before pulling on it just slightly until she lifted her head off the mattress, unbelievably aroused from the pressure against the tight ring of muscles. He held the plug just right so she felt every bit of the resistance without pulling hard enough to dislodge it.

Isla wasn’t surprised. After all, this was exactly what the Daddy had done in the book. Caesar had obviously read the scene closely.

She finally took a full breath and lowered her head onto her forearms when he let go of the plug.

“I’m going to swat your bottom now, gently, at first, and then harder. I want you to focus on how the plug feels inside your bottom with every swat. Ignore the sting of my palm and pay attention to the fact that Daddy wants you to be aware of what it feels like to submit so deeply that even the inside of your bottom is mine.”

She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.” Everything he said was laced with sex and promise. Was he going to end this scene without letting her come? He’d told her before that only good-girl spankings ended in orgasm. Was this spanking a naughty-girl spanking?

Isla thought back on that section of the book and remembered that the Daddy had fingered the Little girl to orgasm in the end. Maybe Caesar would do the same for her…? Or maybe when he’d said he would imitate the scene, he’d only been talking about the spanking part.

The first swat took her by surprise, landing right over the top of the plug. It vibrated inside her, making her tense.

“Relax your bottom, Little Fish.”

She tried not to clench her butt cheeks, but it was hard. The next spank landed more on one cheek than the other, but he still included the plug, and she moaned.

It was difficult to focus on the inside of her rectum instead of the sting of his palm, but she did it because he’d told her to. As he continued to swat her, his palm moving around her heated skin, her body relaxed into the rhythm. Her breathing evened out as she let her mind wander to her submission and how good it felt to turn herself over to her Daddy.

When he paused to check on her, his palm pressed against the base of the plug while his lips came close to her ear. “You doing okay, Isla?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“How does it feel?”

“So good,” she admitted. “I’m kind of floating.”

“That’s normal, Little Fish. It’s called subspace. It’s euphoric. A lot of submissives experience it during some form of impact play. Relax deeper into the mattress.”

She obeyed him, feeling like she was literally sinking through the bed. She was so relaxed that his next slaps nearly brought her to orgasm. How was it possible that she might come from a spanking? She knew the answer. It was because her Daddy was controlling how she felt. He’d done so with the power of suggestion by ordering her to focus on the inside walls of her bottom.

Suddenly, he increased the pace, raining a volley of swats right over the plug.

Isla lifted her head, cried out, and came so fast she didn’t have time to tell him or stop it. She prayed he wouldn’t be mad at her for coming during a spanking without permission.

Panting and unable to move, all Isla could focus on, as the waves of pleasure waned, was how her Daddy was rubbing her bottom and whispering sweet words in her ear. “Such a good girl. So proud of you. Take what you need, Little Fish.”

She was limp against the bed, eyes closed, lips parted, still breathing heavily as her Daddy gently removed the plug. She didn’t resist him. Instead, she relaxed the tight ring of muscles.

“Gorgeous,” he praised. “Don’t move.” He disappeared for a minute, probably to wash the plug, and then he was back. After gently rolling her over, he lifted her into his arms.

She whimpered. “Too tired, Daddy.”

He kissed her temple. “You need to potty and brush your teeth, and then you can sleep.”

She pushed her lower lip out because she didn’t want to do either of those things. She just wanted to sleep.

Her Daddy made it easy, though. He held her steady while she peed, wiped her, washed her hands, and then brushed her teeth for her. By the time he tucked her under the covers with Nado, she was smiling.

“Daddies really do take care of everything,” she murmured.

He kissed her cheek. “They sure do.”

As she closed her eyes, he disappeared for a minute. All she heard was the sound of light switches, and the next time she opened her eyes, all the lights were out, and he was climbing in beside her, wearing nothing.

She rolled onto her side and pressed her back to his front, wiggling her ass a bit, hoping he might take the hint and fill her up. Even though she was exhausted, she would never be too tired to take him into her body. Her orgasm had been amazing, but it couldn’t compare to the feeling of his erection filling her.

Daddy stilled her with a hand on her hip. “Sleep, Little Fish. I need you to be well-rested before you swim with the fishies tomorrow.”

She whimpered but gave up the fight and let sleep drag her under in seconds.