Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Fiona

In our “before” when Landon had put me over his lap the first time to remind me I wasn’t doing myself or anyone else any good by running amok, the spanking had been a bit clumsy, a little painful with a whole lot of raging hormones thrown into the mix. Hormones that had led to a great deal of kissing and hands up shirts and down shorts, that had been far more titillating than satisfying. Then again, what had we known? We’d just been kids on the cusp of becoming adults.

But in our “now” with me continuing my futile attempt to swim off his lap as his palm cracked against my ass, I was learning that boy had become a man and could give a master class on how to deliver a spanking.

“Please! That’s enough!”

“Daddy decides what’s enough, Fee.”

Add a class on how to make a girl’s naughty bits weep by simply informing her she is not in charge. Daddy was.

That was the true magic of the moment. I’d not actually meant to add “Daddy” to the “Dom” I’d called him. In fact, I think it shocked me more than seeing it had shocked Landon. I’d have taken it back if not for the flare of his nostrils, the light in his eyes and smile he’d given me right before he’d lifted me off my feet and flung me over his shoulder.

He’d taken into account the location I’d declared I wanted as we were indeed on the bed. As for the deliciously wicked things I’d been thinking about since that kiss in his car, they were still on my “wish” list.

“Landon, that stings!” I yelped when his hand landed not on my ass, but on the back of my thigh.

“Not near enough if you’ve already forgotten how to properly address me,” he scolded with both his words and rapid flurry of swats that alternated leg to leg and not cheek to cheek.

“Daddy! I mean, Daddy! I’m sorry!”

“Say it again.”

“I’m sor?—”

“No, not that. I’ve already told you that you have nothing to be sorry for. That’s all on me.”

“Daddy,” I said, then said it again. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! You’re my Daddy!”

“That’s right, I’m your Daddy. Your Dom. Your…”

“My ‘now’,” I provided when he paused. “And my ‘always’.”

“Your always .”

His words were soft, almost a whisper of awe that wrenched my heart. Of course, that was when the next stroke landed across the center of my butt.

“And an always Daddy always assures his girl always knows he will always make sure she always feels safe and loved even when she is over his lap getting her little behind blistered.”

I didn’t know whether to roll my eyes, huff, or giggle, but I knew from that swat on, we were truly going to be okay… always.

Still, by the time he rubbed his palm against flesh that had to be so hot I was surprised it didn’t burn his hand, I’d yelled, kicked, cried, kicked, pleaded, kicked and finally submitted and let his strokes drive the guilt I’d felt for years out of my heart. His words then filled that space with reassurances that he would always be there for me.

When he finally pulled me up to sit in his lap, I bit back a hiss of pain and looked up at him. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“I feel really safe now.”

“I’m glad.”

I accepted the kiss he gave me, but the moment he pulled back, I reached up and cupped his cheeks between my palms. “Now I’m ready to feel really loved.” The next squeal I gave was when he wrapped his arms around me and rolled until I was flat on my back in the center of the bed.

“Has your safeword changed?”

It had and yet it had also remained the same. In the clubs when I’d started playing, I’d chosen to use the traffic light system. Green for good to go, yellow to slow or pause, and red to stop everything instantly. But Landon had never been one of those Doms. He’d never be. He was Landon. He was my Daddy. The only man I loved.

“It’s Firecracker.”

He grinned and felt my lips turning up as well. After all, he’d been the one to suggest it when we’d first started our research into kink. I’d wanted to use “cookie” but he’d said with the obsession I had with cookies, he didn’t want there to be a chance of confusing my calling the word out as a request for chocolate chip with a need to have a scene immediately cease.

“We’ll be going over rules, expectations, needs, etc. but for now, any changes in your limits I need to be aware of?”

“Just one.”

“Well, are you going to share or am I supposed to read your mind, baby?”

“No, Daddy, you’re supposed to stop talking and start loving!”

Landon didn’t speak. At least not with his words. Instead, it was to teach me that his hands were capable of doing more than caressing my skin or setting it on fire. He sat back on his heels, took hold of the shirt he’d loaned me and spread his arms. Buttons popped, fabric tore, and my shock turned into delight as his head lowered and his lips closed around a nipple that had been hard since the moment he’d tipped me over his shoulder.

Turned out he could also teach a few classes on making a girl swear she couldn’t come again, only to discover she could. When her Daddy Dom looked up from between my widespread thighs and demanded, “Come,” a moment before his tongue came out to take a long, deliciously slow lick, she obeyed.