15. Ruby

Waking up with Zane and Jace surrounding her was something she could get used to. And that was the problem, really. Getting used to these men would break her once they got tired of her. How could she be their Little but still keep her heart protected? It would be impossible if they continued treating her like she walked on water.

Jace was so sweet and gentle while still having a firm side to him, and Zane was just a big, huge bulldozer who showed small glimpses of his soft side. Both the men did things to her in different ways. She loved that Zane didn’t ask for forgiveness when he was being stubborn and she knew that in his own mind, he was always trying to do the right thing. But the gentleness she felt with Jace was something she didn’t know if she’d ever get used to. He treated her so delicately.

Zane sat her down at a small table in the large kitchen and when she looked down, she realized he’d set her in a booster seat and her legs were dangling. Looking up at him, her mouth fell open when he reached down and started securing a strap around her waist.

“Don’t want our little girl to fall,” he said with a wink.

Sheesh! She had a feeling there wouldn’t be much wiggle room when it came to Zane. He was over the top protective but even though she tried to deny it, deep down, she loved it. Craved it even.

“What’s our girl want for a snack? Any allergies or foods you hate?” Jace asked as he started rifling through the large stainless-steel refrigerator.

“I’m allergic to peanuts and I don’t like seafood,” she answered.

Zane’s eyes widened. “How allergic to peanuts are you?”

“Allergic enough to carry an epi-pen in my car at all times and in my purse.”

Jace looked back at her with a concerned look on his face.

“We need to order some epi-pens for each of us to have on hand, just in case,” Zane said.

And there he goes with the overprotective side.

She couldn’t help but giggle, which the men didn’t seem to appreciate based on the glares they were shooting her way.

“Your health and safety is no laughing matter, little girl. We take that very seriously,” Jace said sternly.

Well, shoot. Protective Daddy number two arrived and his name was Jace.

“You guys worry too much.”

Raising his eyebrows, Zane leaned down and cupped her chin. “There’s no such thing as worrying too much when it comes to a Little.”

Jace put together a spread of crackers, cheese, fruit, and raisins and then placed it on the table just out of her reach. When he set a pink sippy cup in front of her with fairies on it, she looked up at him. Did he expect her to drink out of that? She had some sippy cups at home, but she had never actually used them. She’d been too nervous to try them.

“Do you need Daddy to hold it for you to take a drink?” Jace asked.

Wait, what? He would do that?

Shaking her head, she eyed the cup again before picking it up by the handles on each side.

Both men sat on either side of her, watching her, and she wondered if they were always going to watch her so closely or if it was just something they were doing because it was new. It probably should have bothered her that they were doing it, but instead, it felt like they actually cared, and that was a feeling she had always craved. It was a little embarrassing when she brought the spout of the cup up to her mouth and drank from it, but that slight embarrassment seemed to make her body react in a way she hadn’t expected. She was thankful she was no longer completely naked, though a pair of panties would have been nice. Thankfully the t-shirt they put her in practically went down to her knees.

“Let’s talk about your limits, Ruby. What are they?” Jace asked.

Zane picked up a cracker and a piece of cheese, stacking the cheese on top, and then held it up to her mouth. Reaching out to take it from him, he pulled back and shook his head.

“Zaddy wants to feed you. Open.”

Opening her mouth for him, she accepted the bite of food, thinking about Jace’s question. Did she have hard limits? She wasn’t really sure. There were things she definitely wouldn’t ever want to try, but she was pretty sure they were things the two men weren’t even into.

“Maybe you could tell me what you guys like and I could say if it would be a limit or not?”

They both nodded.

“Discipline. Things like spankings, mouth soaping, writing lines, being grounded, early bedtimes, butt plugs, orgasm denial and other things like that. Nothing extreme,” Zane said.

Of course, he would be the one to cover the punishment stuff. She suspected he would be happy to discipline her anytime.

“Those are all fine.”

“What about anal, tying you up, hair pulling, light choking?” Jace asked.

Her nipples hardened and she knew they both noticed. When she tried to fold her arms over her breasts, each of them grabbed one of her wrists.

“Rule number one, no hiding yourself from us, ever. We want to see you. We want to watch and see all of your body’s reactions. You never need to be shy or embarrassed,” Zane said firmly.

Easy for him to say. He had the body of a god and probably a monster cock to match it. She was round and soft all over.

“We can see you thinking too hard, little girl. Whatever insecurity or worry you’re having, push it away because we think you’re beautiful just the way you are. We love your body,” Jace said, rubbing his thumb on the inside of her wrist.

Swallowing heavily, she nodded.

“You liked all those things Jace listed off?” Zane asked.

She nodded again. “Yes.”

Smiles spread across their faces and suddenly she didn’t feel so insecure about her body. Obviously, they liked it.

“Good girl. Even though we’re talking about your limits, you can always say red at any time, and everything stops. Even if it’s something you usually like, sometimes things can become overwhelming and you just need it to stop. Understood?” Jace asked.

“You wouldn’t be mad?” she asked.

Zane shook his head. Reaching out, he cupped her chin and stared at her with his piercing eyes.

“We would never ever be upset with you for needing to stop a scene. Your health, safety, and emotional well-being will always come first. We would be upset if you needed to use your safeword and chose not to because you were worried about upsetting us,” he explained.

As she stared back into his gaze, she knew with every fiber of her being that he was telling her the truth. She glanced over at Jace who nodded his head.

“Now, before we talk about rules, I want you to eat some more, and then we need to talk about your behavior earlier,” Jace said.

Her behavior? How was it that Jace was being the stern one? Did they take turns being good cop, bad cop?

“What? Why?” she asked.

“Because you didn’t answer your phone, you rushed over here, and then had a tantrum when we questioned you. Oh, and you called Zane a butthead,” Jace said sternly.

Well, that just sucked.

“But I hadn’t agreed to be your little girl then,” she argued.

“You’re right. Except when you called him a butthead. And this punishment won’t be harsh. But we need you to understand how important it is to answer your phone, especially since you could have answered it. Instead, you just started rushing around. And having tantrums will almost always get you put over our knees. Okay?” Jace explained.

Shoot.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Zane held another cracker and cheese up to her mouth and then continued to feed her for the next several minutes. Not that she tasted any of it because she was too anxious about the pending punishment. Her body was tingling at the same time, which made it even worse. Why did the idea of being punished by them make her pussy clench with need?

When she shook her head to another bite, Zane nodded and put the piece of apple back on the plate.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. Jace is going to spank you for not answering his calls and I’m going to spank you for having a tantrum, being disrespectful toward me, and calling me names.”

Her mouth dropped open as she stared at both men with wide eyes.

“Two spankings? That’s not fair!”

Zane grinned. “It’s the price of having two Daddies, little one. Besides, we won’t both give you a full spanking. Usually, it would just be one of us spanking you when you’re in trouble, but I think you need to experience being over both our knees today so you understand who you belong to and how it feels with each of us.”

Hmm. She wasn’t so sure that was going to be good for her bottom, but she liked the idea of experiencing a spanking from both men. Her pussy liked the idea, too.

“Fiiiine,” she whined.

Jace raised his eyebrows but looked amused while Zane tilted his head.

“Who do you want to spank you first?” Zane asked.

Oh gee, what a gentleman, letting her choose. She had a feeling that Zane spanked harder and, unfortunately for her, both men had very large hands.

Might as well get the worst one out of the way.

“You, I guess,” she said quietly.

Nodding his head, Zane reached out and unbuckled the strap over her lap, lifting her from the booster seat without even a struggle. The man was seriously strong. Before she knew it, she was turned over his lap, staring at the kitchen floor with her feet dangling in the air and her bottom on display.

Reaching back, she tried to pull the t-shirt over her bottom, but Zane captured her wrist and pinned it to her back.

“Spankings are done on the bare, little girl. You know better than that,” Zane said firmly.

Well, yeah, of course she knew, but she had to try. Turning her head to the side, she locked eyes with Jace who was watching her closely. Why was it that having him watch her in such a vulnerable position was making her squeeze her thighs together? It all felt so intimate. Something that only the three of them were sharing together.

“Why are you being spanked by me, Ruby?” Zane asked, breaking through her thoughts.

“Um, because I was sassy and rude when I got here, and I called you a big butthead.”

Okay, it all sounded terrible when she said it out loud. The men had been nothing but kind to her and she had been a total brat.

“That’s right. You have your safeword if you need to use it.”

Before she could think about that, Zane’s hand landed on her butt with a loud smack. Letting out a squeal of surprise, she instantly started kicking her legs. It wasn’t because it was a painful smack, just the opposite, actually. It sent a zing of arousal to her pussy and she was sure she would be dripping that arousal down her thighs by the time they were done.

Smack! Smack!

“Calling your Daddies names isn’t allowed in this relationship. We all have to respect each other and treat each other kindly. We’ll never call you mean names so we expect the same kind of respect,” Zane said as he continued spanking her.

Gosh his hand seemed bigger than she’d thought. It didn’t take long before her entire bottom felt hot and she was wiggling and squirming as she yelped and whimpered through it.

“I’m sorry, Zaddy! I didn’t mean to. Sometimes I don’t realize what I’m doing,” she said when he paused briefly to rub the warmth of her skin.

“I know, baby. And sometimes you’re going to brat on purpose and that’s okay. I think it’s one of the reasons we haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You’ll keep us on our toes and test us constantly but just know whenever you do that, you’ll probably find yourself in this position again.”

As soon as Zane said the last word, his hand came down in a flurry of harder spanks, making her cry out and kick her feet harder. He still had a hold of her wrists, which kept her safe from falling from his lap. Just as quickly as the spanking started, it stopped.

“You did very good for me, baby girl. Unfortunately for you, you need to go lay over Daddy’s lap so he can finish your punishment,” Zane said, pulling her up from his lap.

Before he released her, he pulled her into a hug and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Zaddy’s good girl,” he said before patting her bottom to send her on her way.

Despite knowing she was still getting another spanking, she couldn’t help but smile at him calling himself Zaddy. He was a perfect Zaddy.

She was glad she had gone over Zane’s lap first. Although his spanking had hurt, especially toward the end, it wasn’t intolerable.

Stopping at Jace’s side, she peered at him from under her lashes as he reached out and pulled her between his legs so she was facing him.

“The next time you’re running late or you oversleep or whatever, please remember to pick up your phone. We were so worried about you, and these two Daddies don’t do very well when we’re worried. Especially when it’s about someone we care about.”

Okay, now she felt like crap. They cared about her? They didn’t even know her. But if she were totally honest with herself, she had found herself caring about them, too, ever since the night she’d met them.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she said, sniffling.

Tears started to pool in her eyes. She didn’t mean to worry them. It was just one more reason they would decide she was too much to deal with in the future and that made her feel even sadder.

Jace pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her.

“I forgive you, baby girl. I’m just glad you were safe. Let’s get this part done with and then Daddy will snuggle you, okay?”

Nodding her head, she let him help her over his lap the same way Zane had done. Jace rubbed her heated bottom for a brief second before lifting his hand and bringing it down sharply.

Holy hell! He was not a soft spanker!

Smack! Smack!

Letting out a cry, she instantly kicked her feet. Jace quickly adjusted her so she was only over one of his thighs, then used his other leg to trap her legs.

“Ouchie, Daddy!” she cried out.

So much for him being the gentle one. The spanking Zane had given her was cake compared to this.

Smack! Smack!

“Daddy! I’m sorry!”

She began to sob as tears started dripping from her eyes. Even though her bottom was on fire, she felt so light and free and cared for. It was a scary feeling, but it was also amazing and almost euphoric.

Jace stopped spanking her and gently pulled her up to sit in his lap as he rocked her and held her close.

“That’s our girl. Cry it all out, baby. We’re here,” Jace crooned.

Zane scooted his chair over to sit next to them and started blotting tissues on her face to clean her up before grabbing onto her hand and holding it in his, whispering sweet words to her about how good she did.

There she was, a crying, sobbing mess, being cared for by these two amazing men, and she never wanted that feeling to end even though one day, it surely would.