Page 32 of Tiger's Little Waif

Turning, he scanned the area and found the six Littles walking towards him, out of breath and looking like they had been up to some sort of mischief.

“And where have you been, waif?”

She looked hesitant for a minute, then skipped the rest of the way to his side and hugged his arm. As if she thought that would keep her from a punishment for leaving the dining hall without telling him.

“I was telling the others about my idea for a playground for the Littles and we went scouting for a place to put it,” she explained with a happy smile. “We decided the best place for it would be behind the administration building by the helicopter garage.”

Marshall looked over the others who looked nearly as happy as Shaw. Though he did not want to shit on their excitement, he also did not want his fellow Daddies to not be able to trust him with their mates’ care.

With a frown he looked over the group, meeting each Little’s gaze long enough that theirs dropped to the ground before he finally spoke. “Did any of you ask permission to leave the dining hall to go on this scouting expedition? Your Daddies left you in my care and you knew you were supposed to stay in the playroom.”

“But Papa—” Shaw started.

“No, waif. You know the rules, and you broke them by leaving the building without telling me where you were going.”

“We’re sorry, Mr. Chef,” Emory said as tears filled her eyes.

One by one, each Little apologized.

“Shaw, go into the kitchen and get my spoon,” Marshall said, earning looks of horror from the Littles.

Just then, Lonergan stepped out the back door of the kitchen while the other mated shifters came around the outside of the building. “What’s going on?” the dragon shifter asked.

“The Littles decided that because they were out of my sight, they could wander off and go looking for a place to build a playground,” Marshall said in his growly angry Chef voice. “Since they were under my care, I felt it was up to me to punish them before letting them join you all for dinner.”

Though he had swatted the kitchen help with his big wooden spoon when they were working in the kitchen, this was the first time he was punishing them as part of the legion of Daddies of Bratburg. He looked to Lonergan who nodded his approval. A glance at the others showed they were also nodding.

“Hurry up, Shaw, or you’ll be getting an extra smack for every second I have to wait starting in five … four … three …”

“I’m here,” she said, hurrying out of the kitchen with the spoon he had sent her for.

Marshall looked around and saw a wooden bench sitting not too far away. Picking it up and moving it closer, he pointed at it. “Gather round the bench, three on each side.”

As the mates moved into position, he turned his back to them and looked at Lonergan. “Ten swats?” he mouthed.

Lonergan nodded again without saying a word.

Confident he wasn’t going overboard, he turned to face the six Littles. “All right, drop your pants to your ankles, then bend over and place both hands on the bench.”

That order earned a few gasps from the guilty parties and expressions of approval from their Daddies.

“You heard him, boy. You did the crime, time for the punishment,” David Hendricks told Jaxon.

The Little, who was also Lonergan’s administrative assistant, opened his pants and pushed them down, exposing a cute pair of Spiderman boxers.

One by one, the others pushed their pants down or lifted their skirts. He walked around the group, smacking the spoon into his palm, which made a satisfying sound.

“All right, bend over, hands on the bench. Do not reach back and do not stand up or we’ll have to start all over again.”

Starting with Shaw, he walked around the bench giving each panty-covered bottom two smacks, one on each ass cheek. He did not lecture, but just applied spoon to each cheek before moving on. By the time he had finished the fifth round, tears were flowing freely, and he felt they had learned their lessons.

Slipping the spoon in his back pocket, he took up a stance with the other Daddies.

“All right, punishment over. You can pull up your pants and go to your Daddy for hugs.”

He was surprised when the other five did not immediately flee to their mates. Instead, each came to stand in front of him in turn.

“I’m sorry, Chef. It won’t happen again.”