I’ve been thinking about Jack babying reader and stroking her hair while Robby spanks her and it got me thinking about Jack being away for a work trip or smth and reader being a brat so Robby punishes her with his belt with Jack on the phone and all he can hear is reader sobbing and begging him to stop like Robby’s just laughing and degrading her. I feel like Robby would love that jacks not there to comfort her and she just has to take it, I think he’d FaceTime Jack to show him her snotty tear streaked face too.
rabbot x female reader, cw: fauxcest, spanking, degradation, dadbf!robby, dadbf!jack, robby is dad and jack is daddy, 1.8k words
jack had been invited to an emergency medicine conference in new york to present some research that he had helped one of the med students get published. he was very proud of it. you and robby and jack all went out for dinner before he left. daddy had even let you have a few sips of his scotch, which got you all buzzy and touchy. robby let jack have all the fun last night. poured himself a drink and sat on the bed reading a book while daddy took you apart, occasionally reaching over to pinch your thigh when he felt like you were enjoying yourself too much.
then the morning of comes around. you’re crying on the couch and jack is comforting you, holding you in his lap. “hon. it’s only gonna be for four days. you have dad. you’ll be okay.” your face crumples. you love dad. of course you love dad. but you also love daddy and he’s leaving and dad can be so mean. you try to interject “but,” as if reading your mind, jack bounces you. “hey, i already talked to dad about being gentler when i’m away. he knows you need that. he agreed.”
the first day goes without incident. robby comes home from work. he notices you’re feeling poorly. he teases you a little. a few kisses. he ruffles your hair. “oh, c’mon. you’re not really scared of your dad, are you? oh, i know, i can be strict. but it’s cause i care, kid. you know that.” you nod. of course it’s because he cares. he tells you all the time. “i know! not trying to make you feel bad… just really miss daddy.” robby coos. “poor thing. i know. you’re really close to him, he dotes on you. i know, baby. it’s real hard. but guess what? we’ll call him tonight after he’s finished presenting.”
he holds true to his word. you have dinner, and he makes you eat all your vegetables, even though jack only ever makes you eat half. “no can do, kiddo. eat it up. then you can have that strawberry milk you like.” you whine. strawberry milk doesn’t count as dessert. “but daddy lets me have ice cream after dinner!” robby exhales through his nose, as if fighting to keep his calm. “well, that’s daddy’s business. dad says no ice cream unless you’ve had a vaccine.”
after dinner, robby gets you upstairs. he takes you into the big steam shower in his bedroom. he even makes you cum in the shower! dad is being really nice! he’s still him, still firm and strict and “okay, time for bed, kid. we’ll call daddy now.” he facetimes jack, who picks up with a cheery “hey, brother. how’s our girl?” robby scoffs, but there’s no heat in it. “fought me about wanting ice cream after dinner, but other than that she’s been real good.”
robby hands off the phone to you. you squeal. “daddy!! how was presenting? how’s the hotel? do you miss me?” dad gives a little eye roll, but daddy replies, “of course i miss my perfect girl. presenting was fine,” robby lifts up your nightgown, spreading your legs, lowering his face to your cunt. your eyes flick down. “dad..?” he doesn’t respond, just immediately dives in to lap between your folds. “what’s dad doing, honey?” jack is already smiling. he knows. “he’s… eating me.” jack coos, “oh, yeah? he’s got that beard on your pretty little pussy, doesn’t he?”
you whimper as robby works you. jack smiles. “see, michael. knew you could be sweet with her.” robby grumbles and lifts his head up, “i am her dad, you know? ‘s not like i want to be a dick to her. just trying to keep her well behaved.”
jack nods sagely and hums. “i know. behave for dad, princess. you know he tries.” you nod, extremely close now, and throw your head back. “yes, daddy.” you tip over the edge when you feel robby’s tongue slide into your hole. “ah—” the phone tips onto your chest. “‘m gonna—” robby pinches your thigh. you are done for. you whine out “loveyouloveyouloveyou.” jack laughs. “oh, it’s happened.” you claw at the faded hebrew tattoo on robby’s shoulder. surprisingly, he doesn’t scold you, just pulls his head up, kisses your cheek, and mutters. “go to bed, now.”
the next day, robby goes to work early in the morning. he leaves oatmeal, an egg, and covered orange juice on your placemat. you decide not to do any class work today. you just miss daddy so much.
you spend most of the day texting daddy, who does not ask if you’ve done your work. you send him pictures of you in the shower, then a video of you spinning around in a new dress.
when robby comes home, he makes dinner. chow mein and spring rolls, because you wanted chinese food, and robby doesn’t trust restaurants to make healthy food. he puts in a lot of effort. you sit on his lap while you eat. he kisses the back of your head. “want your strawberry milk?” you grumble. “ice cream.” he cocks a brow. “you’re not getting ice cream right now. and you better fix your attitude, kid. i’m really not in the mood.” he’s never in the mood, you think bitterly.
you mumble, “fine. i’ll have the stupid milk.” robby swats your thigh. “absolutely not. we do not behave like brats in this house. wanna try it again?” you refuse. robby lets out a long suffering sigh. “fine. gimme your computer. gotta make sure you did your homework.”
your blood runs cold. this is not good. this is beyond not good. “um, my computer died after i finished the work. it’s dead now.” robby gives you a blank look over his glasses. “bring it here.” you fidget with your fingers. “i left it upstairs. don’t wanna walk up.” robby takes a breath in, trying to remain calm. “kiddo, is there something you want to tell me about the computer? is there anything you maybe didn’t do?” you shake your head vigorously. “no! god, dad. you always think i’m hiding something. shouldn’t think like that.” robby lets out a disbelieving huff. “oh, you definitely didn’t do your work. deflecting like that.” you try to protest, but his hand cracks against your face.
“tell me the truth. did you, or did you not, do your homework?” you clutch your cheek. “didn’t do it….” robby laughs. “okay. and instead of telling me, ‘dad, i mismanaged my time. i didn’t do my work.’ you lied and deflected and acted like i was being unfair to you. right?” you nod, tears gathering in your eyes. now would be the time that daddy jumps in, where he pulls you to his chest and says “ease off, man. she gets distracted easily,” but daddy is not here. dad is here. and dad is pissed.
robby holds out his hand. “give me your phone. let me see what you were doing when you were supposed to be working.” you hand it over. any resistance will be used against you. you know that. besides, maybe he’ll take pity on you when he sees you were just texting daddy.
he opens your phone. the messages app. literally your entire day has gone to texting jack. “of course he didn’t think to ask if you’ve done your work. of course. i always have to be the bad guy.” you whimper, “i don’t think you’re a bad guy.” he sneers “shut up. you knew you were already disobeying. and then you bratted at me about ice cream.”
he takes your wrist and drags you over to the couch. you try to squirm, but he’s tall and broad and holding you entirely in place. “wait, please.” robby clicks his tongue. “sorry, kid. you earned this.” you can hear the facetime ringing. jack picks up almost immediately. “hey—”
“guess who didn’t do her homework.”
jack winces. “angel, this true?” you open your mouth, but robby cuts you off. “yes, it is. she was too busy texting you. and you didn’t even ask if she’d done her work.” you whine miserably “was just missing daddy.” you can feel jack’s sympathy through the screen. “oh, honey. i know. i know you miss me so much. daddy misses you too. but you can’t be shirking your schoolwork like that.” tears well up again, and this time they actually fall. “i know…” jack sighs “come on, man. she’s learned her lesson. she feels awful. lay off.” robby snaps. “no. this is exactly why she keeps misbehaving. you coo and coddle and make all the consequences of her actions go away.” jack raises an eyebrow. “first of all, calm your tits. second of all, i’m her parent too. i’m allowed to not punish her.”
robby rubs the crease between his brows. “well, you’re not here now. guess i’m gonna have to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.” jack’s voice goes thick with alarm. “robby? come on, man. let’s not.” robby laughs. “nope. we’re doing this. hold the phone if you want daddy, kid.”
he pulls up your nightgown and pushes you over the arm of the couch. you clutch the phone, desperate. “daddy, make him stop!” a thick leather belt meets your ass, and you scream. jack grimaces. “oh, my sweet girl. daddy’s here. daddy’s here.” robby scoffs. “no, he isn’t. dad’s here. and dad’s not letting this fly any longer.”
you sob into the couch, smacking robby’s phone against the leather at one point. he smacks you again. “we do not disrespect dad’s belongings, do we?” you scream. “no, daddy!”
the entire time, jack is pacing the hotel room. “oh, baby. you can do this. show dad that you’re so brave, he doesn’t even get to you.” snot and tears cover your face. robby takes the phone and tilts it so jack can see properly. “i don’t know, brother. looks like i’m getting to her.”
jack slams his hand against the wall. “robby. come on.” the taller man taunts him. “come on, you said she’s so brave, remember? she can handle ten more.”
the last ten are almost merciful in their quickness, but evil in their strength. robby puts his entire bad back into it. you scream against the couch. “can’t!!! stop, please!” robby smacks you again. “will you do your homework.” you struggle, trying to catch your breath. another smack. “yes! i’ll do my homework!”
when robby finally stops, you are crying uncontrollably. jack is cooing at you over the phone. “poor baby. sweet little girl. daddy’s sorry this happened.” robby rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. think she just needed some of dad’s special touch, didn’t she?” you don’t answer immediately. he smacks the back of your head. “didn’t she?” you sob. “yes! needed— needed dad’s special touch.”
robby smiles. “well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
jacobvanloon
2087
tangentwithtanner
areudirty
janainaart
romaincrisis
origamiaround
titsay
