Cory's face burned with embarrassment. She worked hard to hide certain aspects of herself from the outside world. Especially, those she worked with and customers at the club. But somehow, Kaleb and Jason saw right through her. But if they really were daddies, did she really have any chance of not being caught by them?
"Okay." She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch. "So, you want to keep the contract between us?" she asked, trying to take a matter-of-fact tone. Better to see this as a business transaction. They'd get their fun, and she'd probably have some too along the way, then in the end, she'd have the money she needed.
"Absolutely." Jason nodded.
"Damn right," Kaleb grumbled.
"Kaleb, I didn't mean to lie to you guys. You were customers, and it wouldn't have been appropriate for me to tell you that I needed some extra cash." There, use logic, that should put out the fire burning in his eyes.
"What did I tell you that night when you insisted nothing was wrong and you weren't lying to us?" Kaleb asked, his dark eyes narrowing. He was intimidating enough with his dress shirt hugging his muscular form so tightly, and all his tattoos running down his arms, but now that she had a sense of what he was going to do with her, her nerves working overtime.
"You said if you found out I was lying, I'd pay." She blinked. It had been such an off the cuff comment, she'd disregarded it.
"So, then you understand what that means now, right?" Kaleb asked.
"You don't really think to punish me for that?" She laughed. "I wasn't under contract with you then."
Jason moved away from the fireplace to bring an armless chair to the center of the room. "No, you weren't. But you are now. And you agreed to receive spankings, both erotic and disciplinary during your time with us." Jason shucked off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the chair. "And I think we've come to the part of the night where you get the punishment. Kaleb, help our little girl out of that wet dress, please."
Cory stood, frozen in place, as Kaleb moved behind her searching for the zipper. With gentle care, he ran the zipper down the track. His large, rough hands, moved along her bare back to push the dress down her shoulders.
"No bra?" Jason smiled at her as her breasts were exposed. A tingle danced down her spine. She'd been naked in front of men before, but none of them had such a hungry stare as Jason did.
Kaleb pushed the dress over her hips. "No panties either." He sounded appreciative.
"Little girls shouldn't go out without panties, Cory," Jason chastised, but his pupils were too damn large for her to take him seriously. The hard bulge in his pants spoke to his enjoyment as well.
"Have you ever been spanked before?" Kaleb asked, squatting in front of her. He took her hands and placed them on his broad shoulders so she could balance while he plucked off her heels.
"Yes," she answered. This was her job now. A full week of being their little girl, and she'd have everything she needed. There were worse ways to make money than spending it with two of the hottest men in the city.
"When?" Jason asked as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his own dark tats. She'd never noticed them before because he always wore a suit.
"The last time was two years ago." Her face heated again. "My boyfriend at the time was my..." she couldn't bring herself to say it. It had been the last time she'd called anyone Daddy. It had been the last time she thought she ever would.
"He was your daddy?" Jason finished for her again.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Good." Kaleb stood up again, brushing his fingertips along her jaw. "Daddy Jason is going to punish you now, Cory. You are never ever to lie to us again. Not even little lies. Not even omissions. We can't help you if you don't tell us. Do you understand me?" He cupped her face in his large hand, and hell, it felt good.
"I was only trying to be professional." She tried once more to make him understand.
"Now, you can do your best to be a good girl and take your spanking."
