Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jasper
Poor little Juju. Seated beside me in the back of my car, she jiggles her leg nervously, constantly shifting in her seat as we make our way back home. Every few seconds, she shoots me a glance, then looks away again, an adorable blush blooming on her cheeks.
“Do you want to ask me something, princess?”
She jumps a bit, and I swallow a laugh. “No. No, I’m good.”
“Lying will only make your punishment worse, Juliet. Tell Daddy what’s on your mind.”
The pink in her cheeks darkens to a deep rose as she plucks at the denim covering her legs. “I’m just trying to figure out how mad you are.”
Taking pity on her, I pull her onto my lap, cradling her close. “I won’t lie, I was furious when I realized you’d snuck out of the house and walked all the way to town by yourself.”
“Are you still mad though?”
I can’t very well demand honesty from her if I’m not willing to give her the same. “Yes… though I’m mostly relieved you’re safe and back in my arms. Where you belong.”
Some of the tension leaves her body as she lays her head on my shoulder. “Sorry I worried you.”
“I know you are, princess. But you still need to be punished, don’t you, baby? You still need to know your Daddy loves you enough to make sure you keep yourself safe.”
Whining softly, she buries her face in my neck. “Nuh-uh.”
“What did I just say about lying, little girl?”
“I’m not lying! I don’t want a spankin’!”
She sounds so adorably Little it makes my heart skip a beat. “Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what you’re getting. A red-hot bottom before Daddy fucks your tight little hole.”
Jerking up with a gasp, she stares at me, eyes round with shock. “No! You can’t!”
“I can and I will. Do you know why, Juliet?”
“Because you’re a sick, sick man who enjoys hurting sweet Little girls?”
“Yes,” I admit with a chuckle. “But also because you need to learn that there is no part of you that doesn’t belong to your Daddy. I own every inch of your body, inside and out. Your place is with me, and if I have to repeat this punishment every week for the rest of your life, believe me, I will.”
The car rolls to a stop, and I help her out of the car before swooping her up in my arms again. With a nod for Richard, I head straight for the front door and then up the stairs to my bedroom.
Per my instructions, the necessary items for her punishment are laid out on the bed. A thick leather strap, a large plug, and two types of lubricant.
Stopping in the middle of the room, I place Juliet on her feet and reach for the straps on her overalls.
“My naughty, naughty baby,” I lecture softly as I slide the denim down to pool at her feet. The sight of her bare pussy makes me pause and I frown at her. “Where is your diaper, little girl?”
Red floods her cheeks. “I took it off. I figured there wouldn’t be anybody to change me on the boat, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Very wrong. And very naughty. That’s an extra two with the strap. If you ever take your diaper off again without Daddy’s permission, I will keep your hands tied behind your back so you can’t touch it again. Am I making myself clear, Juliet?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers quietly, and I could swear she actually sounds remorseful.
It doesn’t take long to finish stripping her naked, and when she’s finally bared to my gaze, I lead her over to the bed. “Bend over the edge here, your arms stretched out in front of you. If you reach back or move out of position, we will start over. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” With a sad little sigh, she positions herself as directed.
I take a little time to run my hand over her raised bottom. “Mine,” I growl, giving her cheek a hard squeeze. “The next time you want to run from me, I want you to remember every second of this punishment.”
Juliet
A shiver runs up my spine at Jasper’s growled pronouncement. And deep in my soul, I know he’s right.
I am his, and it’s time I simply accept my new reality.
After I get the spanking of a lifetime, apparently.
What the hell was I thinking?
There isn’t much time to go down that rabbit hole, because Jasper soon releases his hold on my ass, only to bring his hand down again with a sharp spank that makes me jump in place. A yelp slips past my lips as pain radiates across my skin.
Harder, faster than ever before, he spanks my bare bottom, and I grab at the duvet, forcing myself to stay in position. The last thing I want is for him to repeat this punishment, but I can already feel the tears welling in my eyes as he lights my ass on fire.
“When I put you to bed, I expect you to stay there. You do not leave this room without my permission. If you ever sneak out of bed again, I will start tying you to the headboard every night. And you already know better than to leave the house without an adult, don’t you, Juliet?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Dancing in place now, I cry out as the pain engulfs my entire backside. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
To my surprise and relief, the spanking stops there and he runs his hand over my heated flesh. “I hope you’re learning your lesson, princess. Because I can promise this isn’t a punishment you want me to repeat.”
Something taps against my bottom and I groan at the memory of the thick leather I saw laying on the bed. “Please, Daddy, no! I learned my lesson, I promise! I’ll be good forever!”
“Oh, my naughty little baby. I don’t expect you to be good all the time. But when it comes to putting yourself in danger or trying to run from me, well…. You would do well to not repeat those particular behaviors any time soon. Six with the strap for running away, in the dark, by yourself. And an extra two for taking your diaper off without Daddy’s permission.”
Eight with that thick, heavy leather? Groaning, I bury my face in the duvet, bracing for the first stroke.
It’s just as bad as I expected. The strap is large enough to cover my entire backside, and the pain radiates deep down into my flesh. Tears slip down my cheeks and I swear to myself I will never do anything to earn another strapping like this again.
Each stroke of the leather across my bottom is another layer of agony, another layer of regret, until it feels like my ass is swollen to twice it’s normal size.
Daddy runs his hand over my skin, and a sob rises up in my throat. Even that gentle touch feels too harsh.
“Will you try to run from me again, princess?” he asks softly.
“N-no, Daddy!”
“Good girl. Two more and then we’re done with the strap.”
My cries echo around the room as the strap connects once, twice more with my aching flesh. But Daddy doesn’t pull me into his arms to comfort me like he usually does at the end of a spanking, and I sob even louder when I feel him behind me, the thick head of his cock pressing against my bottom hole.
“You belong to me, Juliet.” Pain flashes through me, sharp and burning as he slowly pushes inside me. “Everything you have, is because of me. Your body, your heart, your pleasure, it all belongs to Daddy . Am I making myself crystal fucking clear, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I cry out, clinging to the duvet as he stretches me impossibly wide. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl I promise!”
“You are a good girl, my sweet little princess. Even when you make naughty choices, you are still my good girl. Forever. Nothing will ever change that.”
Something inside me shifts at his words and the tension drains from my body. I relax, welcoming him in as he fucks my bottom with slow, sure strokes.
I’ve never been anyone’s good girl. And I know now, without a doubt in my mind, that I will never be anyone else’s good girl. Only his.
Only Daddy’s.
I welcome the pain. It’s a cleansing I didn’t know I needed until right this very second. And with every thrust of his thick cock in my most forbidden hole, the guilt, the worry, the stress all fades away. Everything I’ve ever done has led me to this place, to this very moment.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Daddy’s movements become faster, harder, my bottom aching inside and out with every hard stroke of his cock inside me.
Sliding his hand over my hip, his clever fingers find my clit, and he chuckles. “I thought I’d find you wet, but I didn’t expect to find you absolutely soaked, princess. My filthy little baby. You love it when Daddy hurts you, don’t you, Juliet?”
There’s no point denying it any longer, is there? “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“So fucking perfect. Come for Daddy, princess. Let me feel you come with my cock buried in your tight little ass.”
I’m helpless against the waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I don’t even try to fight. I simply surrender. To the pleasure, to the pain, to everything.
To him.
When I come screaming for him, for Daddy, he fucks me even harder, his possessive growls echoing in my ears as he slams into my bottom one final time. Filling my most forbidden hole with his cum while my pussy still spasms with pleasure.
Leaning down, he puts his lips so close to my ear I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. “ Mine . And don’t you ever forget it again.”
“I won’t, Daddy. I promise.”
“Good girl. There’s one last part of your punishment, and then we can go back to bed for a bit.”
“Oh, Daddy, no! I’ve learned my lesson, I swear!”
“I know you have, princess.” Pulling his cock free, he reaches for something on the bed. “This is to make sure that lesson truly sinks in.”
Something hard presses against my poor abused hole and I whimper as he pushes it inside me. Unlike his cock, the thing in my ass narrows at the top, and my bottom clenches around it when it settles into place.
Big mistake.
Huge, actually, as my sensitive inner walls almost immediately begin to heat. “Daddy, it burns! Something’s wrong, take it out, take it out!”
“Nothing’s wrong, princess. That’s your naughty girl plug. From now on, if you earn Daddy’s cock in your bottom as a punishment, it will be followed up with this plug, covered in peppermint oil. The burn will ease in a bit, but I suspect this punishment will stay with you for a good long while.”
Sobbing again, I dance in place, trying desperately to dislodge the thing in my ass and alleviate my suffering. “Daddy, please, please take it out! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“It will come out in the morning. For now, let’s get a fresh diaper on you and get you back into bed.”
The diaper traps all of the heat from my strapping, and by the time he tucks me back into bed, wrapped tightly in his arms, I am a very sorry Little girl indeed.
“Shhh, princess.” He presses a kiss to my damp forehead. “Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s right here, baby.”
And despite the fact that he’s the cause of my current misery, he’s also the only one I want to comfort me. So I snuggle into his embrace, letting the tears come until I’ve cried myself empty. With a big, shuddering sigh, I close my eyes. And sleep.