Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Elliot

"How would it work?" I felt so much relief at my babygirl's words. It wasn't that I would be disappointed if she said no, it was because I realized how much we all needed this. Denying our feelings wouldn't fix anything.

"Well, it would work like any new relationship would, we would go on dates and spend time together in more of a romantic way. Most of the hard work is already done because we're already friends. We don't have to do the awkward ‘get to know you' phase," I explained.

"Yeah, I don't need to ask about your political views or your favorite color," Tyler teased, poking Tinsley's belly.

"Would you live with us?" she asked. She didn't giggle at Tyler's actions. Poor baby's body was tense, a sign she was nervous.

"Not right away, we would make sure this was best for all of us first. There's no rush on anything," he said.

"Yeah, we don't have to worry about any timelines," I added.

"What if it doesn't work—if it's not what's best for us?"

"Then I will still be Uncle Tyler. I won't pretend we have all the answers or that everything would be exactly the same if it didn't work out, but I can promise you that your Daddy and I will do everything we can to keep our small family together, platonically and romantically."

I nodded, agreeing with Tyler's wise words. Despite his anxiety, he was doing a wonderful job working with me to explain this to Tinsley.

"What do you two get out of it? Would you guys be romantic too? L-like boyfriends?"

"We've talked about that too. We're not sure. Neither of us have been with a man and we don't feel attraction toward other men, but we do love each other already and something might blossom from that," I explained. "But mostly we get to each have a part of you and watch you bloom under both our care. When we were talking about our future, that's the thing we decided we wanted most."

A look of hurt crossed her face and I took one of her hands in mine before kissing the back of her soft skin. "I want you to understand something, little one, before your mind plays tricks on you. Tyler and I talked about this without you for several reasons, but none of them were because we were hiding it from you or because we didn't want you involved."

She nodded, but it was easy to read her. She wasn't fully convinced.

"We needed to see how we each felt about it. There was no point in bringing you into the conversation if your Daddy or I weren't interested," Tyler explained.

She nodded once more.

"We also wanted to talk about this with each other first to gauge how we each felt about sharing you. I love you to the moon and back, little one, and I wasn't sure I could share until I talked to Tyler man-to-man to see what his version of being in a relationship with us looked like."

"And I wanted to make sure your Daddy and I would equally share. Sometimes, maybe I would like to take you on a special date alone and I needed to make sure your Daddy was okay with that."

Tinsley looked at me and I nodded. "I was okay with that. His wish to have special time with you helped me understand how much he already cared about you. He wants to take care of your heart and that's very important to Daddy."

"What do you two get out of it? I feel like we're switching our whole dynamic around because of me."

Dammit, she was so prone to guilt. I wonder if she'd even heard me the first time I explained it.

"No, baby. I think we've needed this for a long time, and you were the only one who admitted it. We've played at being a throuple for a while. We just didn't realize it. And we'd get so much out of it. We get you happy, we get to add a wonderful person into our relationship, and we get another person to share our bodies and hearts with," I said.

"Technically, I get to share my heart and bodies with two people. I also get the stability of a relationship that I know I'm already invested in. You didn't cause us to change our dynamics around, you brought our dynamic together," Tyler said, kissing her hand. Damn him and his way with words.

"It also makes Daddy's heart feel better about working long hours. I know I work a lot and now you'd have another Daddy here to help when I was absent. I know you chill with Uncle Tyler a lot when I work, but now it wouldn't be such a shift in your headspace. You'd still be with Daddy, just a different one."

"That would be nice. Is kinda hard to go from being Little at home to being Little at Uncle Tyler's house."

"I bet it is, little one," I agreed.

"So you want to?" she asked, looking at me.

"I do, baby."

She looked at Tyler. "You want to as well?"

"I do, Teenie."

"I do too," she agreed, "but even if it doesn't work out for us, we will still be best friends and love each other," she commanded with a waggle of her finger.

Tinsley

Sitting at the breakfast bar while Daddy and Uncle Tyler made breakfast felt normal. Their playful banter made me giggle. Daddy smacked Tyler's hand with a spatula when he tried to snatch a piece of bacon and now Uncle Tyler was holding the coffee pods out of his reach.

"Tyler Smith, I'm going to kick your ass."

"You hit me with the spatula you used to cook the bacon I'm trying to steal, you sadistic bastard."

"If I give you the fucking bacon, will you give me the damn coffee?"

"Yes."

Daddy sighed but held the plate of food out to him. He took two pieces of bacon. "Eh, I want my original piece and then one for the suffering you caused me."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Daddy allowed him the second piece. Uncle Tyler handed him the coffee pods.

They were so silly this morning. I felt like it was because some of the weight on their shoulders had been lifted.

Uncle Tyler plopped down on the chair beside me and picked up the spoon sitting inside my yogurt. "Open wide, baby bird."

I shook my head. I hated the yogurt. It had probiotics in it. I didn't really know what probiotics did, but I didn't like the sound of them.

"Teenie," Uncle Tyler scolded. My pussy throbbed inside my diaper. It had been achy all morning. Images of Daddy and Uncle Tyler taking me together filled my head and I squeezed my legs together, trying to get some relief. I needed them to see how needy I was.

"Tinsley, Daddy is going to count to three. One, two…"

Shaking my head again, I did something I've never done in my entire life. I reached forward and pushed the yogurt off the table. The container hit the floor with a splat. I would have giggled at the disgusting sound had I not been so busy fearing for my ass. What had I just done?

Looking up from the yogurt, Daddy's firm stare clued me in on just how much trouble I was in. I dropped my head and spared a glance at Uncle Tyler. He looked no less angry than Daddy. Oh, no.

"Tinsley Harper, did you just throw your yogurt on the floor?"

"Nu," I answered Daddy.

"No?" He questioned, his tone like steel.

"I didn't throw it on the floor."

"How did it get there?"

"I-I pushed it."

The sound of a pan being set on the stove made me flinch. I knew what was coming next.

Uncle Tyler's chair scraped across the floor as he stood too. Grabbing my upper arm, Daddy led me off the stool and into the bedroom.

He sat and pulled me in between his legs. "Oh, Little girl."

"I'm very sorry, Daddy." I was so very sorry.

"Why did you push your yogurt off the table and onto the floor?"

"I dunno, Daddy."

"You don't know?"

"No, Sir," I lied, guilt pooling in my belly.

"Well," he said, pulling my nightgown over my head, and stripping my diaper off. "You can go think about it while you stand in the corner."

"Yes, Sir." My heart pounded rapidly in my chest and I felt nauseous. This wasn't what I had wanted at all. Now Daddy and Uncle Tyler were mad at me.

I stood facing the nearest corner. Corner time wasn't my favorite, but knowing how bad of a spanking was coming after made the waiting not so bad.

"Spread your legs and grab your ankles, Tinsley Harper," Daddy commanded. "You know exactly how you should be standing."

Oh no. This had been a terrible idea.

I spread my legs and grabbed my ankles, my face burning with shame.

"Oh, now I understand the problem," Daddy chuckled from the bed. He stood and walked over to me, rubbing his large hand over my back.

"Your poor kitty is dripping, baby."

"Yes, Sir."

"Was this your plan? To try and manipulate Daddy and Uncle Tyler into spanking you and then hopefully they'd take care of your needy cunt?"

I had tried to manipulate Daddy and Uncle Tyler. Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I nodded before verbally agreeing. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Uncle Tyler."

"Yeah, we're sorry too, love. We can't reward behavior like that with an orgasm," Daddy cooed with false sympathy before tracing my wet folds with his thumb.

A sob of disappointment worked its way out, only adding to my embarrassment.

"Poor Teenie," Uncle Tyler added.

Daddy slid a thick finger into my dripping channel, bumping it against my front wall.

"Please, Daddy!" I cried.

"No, little one. I'm sorry. This time is going to have to be for Uncle Tyler and me."

"Daddy, please!" Clearly, I wasn't above begging.

"No, baby. You wanted to be with us so badly you made a very naughty choice. You never get an orgasm after a spanking. Now you're going to have a hot bottom and a sore pussy while you take care of Daddy and Uncle Tyler. If you do a good job and are a sweet girl until bedtime tonight, we will let you come."