Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Holden

To Frankie’s credit, once she realized how much trouble she was in, she became much more cooperative. She didn’t argue once when he got her down to the pit again and instructed her to strip naked so he could chain her to the cross.

A soft whimper reached his ears as he secured her second wrist to the top of the metal bars and he paused to run a hand down her back. “What color are you, little siren?”

“Green, Daddy.”

“Are you sure? Be honest with me.”

“I am.” Tears shimmered on her lashes when she looked up at him. “I’m really sorry I ruined our night.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, Francesca. This isn’t how I saw our evening going, I admit, but our evening is far from ruined. You were naughty, and you’re going to be punished. But after that, it’s over, and Daddy will take you to one of the aftercare rooms and hold you for as long as you need me to.”

Relief flickered across her face and beneath his hand some of the tension drained from her muscles. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Are you still green?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Stepping away from her, he popped open the button of his sleeve and slowly began rolling the material to his elbow as he pitched his voice up for the audience they’d gathered. “When you are at the club, I expect you to show the other patrons the same respect you show me. And when another Dominant asks you a question, I expect you to answer honestly and respectfully. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Francesca?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Let’s make sure you remember that going forward.”

Sliding one arm between her and the cross, he held her close as he raised his free hand and brought it down across her ass with a loud crack ! In his arms, Frankie jumped, a high-pitched yelp escaping her lips as his handprint bloomed over her bare skin.

Stunning. She was absolutely stunning.

And all his.

He gave her a moment to absorb the blow before landing a second swat on her other cheek. Frankie jerked and yelped again, and if he’d ever heard a sweeter sound in his life, he couldn’t remember.

“When you are at the club, your behavior is a reflection of me.” He punctuated his lecture with six hard swats to her ass, making her dance and gasp in response. “You are my little girl, Francesca, and my little girl is not rude and bratty for no good reason.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry! Please, it hurts!”

He had no doubt it did. He was spanking a hell of a lot harder than he ever had before, because this was not a discussion he was keen to have again. General brattiness he could handle, but dishonesty and disrespect were out of the question. “Good. Hopefully you’ll learn this lesson well. Because I can promise it is not one you want me to repeat.”

Frankie

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

If she’d thought her Daddy spanked hard before it was nothing compared to how he was lighting her up now. Every swat felt like a brand across her ass and the worst part was, her body’s instinctive response was to clench her bottom in response to the pain, which was a painful reminder each and every time of the giant piece of rubber lodged between her cheeks.

Needless to say, it did not take long at all for her to be feeling very, very sorry for herself.

And, to her surprise, even sorrier for how she’d behaved. Tears stung her eyes as the fire in her ass grew hotter, and the rock of guilt in her chest grew heavier.

Why hadn’t she just told him she wanted to talk to Cordelia and Ivy? Why had she been such a bitch to Mr. Elliott? If she’d thought through her actions just once instead of riding on impulse and temper as she so often did, she wouldn’t be getting her ass spanked harder than she’d ever been spanked before. In front of an audience, no less.

Do you always have to make such a spectacle of yourself, Francesca?

It was so absurd to be hearing her mother’s voice here, now, in this situation, she would have laughed if she hadn’t been so close to breaking down and sobbing.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity locked there in her Daddy’s arms while he blistered her ass, he stopped. His large hand cupped her aching flesh, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent another flash of pain racing through her veins.

And straight to her clit.

Because somehow, even through the pain and humiliation, she was still so fucking turned on she thought she might die if he didn’t let her come soon.

“Are you learning your lesson, Francesca?”

Sniffling back tears—maybe with a little tiny bit more drama than necessary for his benefit—Frankie nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m really, really sorry.”

“What have you learned so far?”

For a moment, her brain went blank and panic sent her heart racing as she scrambled to remember exactly what he’d been spanking her for.

Another hard squeeze of her ass made her jump as fresh tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “Francesca. If you can’t answer me, then you obviously haven’t learned anything. And if that’s the case, I’m afraid we’ll need to start over.”

“No, Daddy, I did learn, I swear! I, um…” Shit, shit, shit, what was it? “I will be respectful to the other Doms in the club!”

“Very good.”

Relief flooded her system at his praise, so strong it might have sent her to her knees if he and the cross hadn’t been holding her up.

But that relief was very short lived.

“Now, to address your disobedience and your lies.”

“Oh, Daddy, no,” she groaned as he stepped away, leaving her naked and dangling from the metal bars. Turning her head to try and track him, her gaze fell on the crowd of people around the podium. Watching them.

Watching her .

Despite her aching ass, excitement pumped through her veins at the sight of their rapt faces. Everywhere she looked, all eyes were on her, but there wasn’t a hint of censure or judgement to be seen. It felt more like she was an actor on a stage, putting on a show. And these were all her biggest fans.

Okay. She definitely didn’t hate that.

But she only had a moment to enjoy her audience before Holden once more filled her vision, his expression hard as steel. “Do you remember the second part of your punishment, Francesca?” he asked, holding up a long, surprisingly realistic-looking cock for her to see.

“Yes, Daddy.” She did remember. And adoring fans or no, she was not looking forward to what came next.

“Tell everyone what Daddy’s going to do with this big, thick cock, little siren.”

Humiliation heated her cheeks, but she silently reminded herself they were putting on a show, which did seem to get rid of most of the embarrassment. “You’re going to fuck me with it,” she answered, raising her voice enough to be heard by the crowd.

“Where am I going to fuck you with it, Francesca? Be specific.”

Even with the reminder that she was playing a part running over and over in her mind, it was a struggle to force the words from her mouth. “Y-you’re going to fuck my ass with it.”

“Yes, I am. Because naughty girls who don’t follow their Daddy’s instructions get their bottoms punished inside and out.”

Well, that was certainly something to remember for the future if she ever wanted to so blatantly ignore a direct order again.

“First, we have to get this plug out of your bottom. Bear down for me, little siren, just like you did when we put it in.”

Closing her eyes against the contradictory waves of need and humiliation crashing over her, she focused on bracing her core, on pushing the stupid rubber plug out of her as he tugged it free. It hurt, not quite as much as it had going in, but enough for her to realize exactly how much of a punishment getting fucked in the ass was really going to be.

No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than something new pressed at her back entrance. Unlike the plug, this rubber thing wasn’t super narrow at the tip, so she was spread open wide from the beginning as Daddy pushed it inside her.

Looking over her shoulder at him, she sniffled again, and this time it wasn’t at all for show. “C-can’t you just… you know? With your own?”

A smile curved his lips, but it was the kind of smile that told her before he even spoke that she wasn’t going to get what she’d asked for. “Is that what you want, little siren? Daddy’s thick cock in your bottom, fucking you hard as punishment for being a disobedient little girl?”

Did he have to say it that way? Ugh. “Yes, Daddy. Please?”

“No.” He pushed the fake cock deeper inside her, splitting her open far more than the plug had ever managed with a burn that had her crying out. “Do you know why you’re not getting Daddy’s cock in your bottom tonight, little siren?”

“N-no, Daddy,” she gasped out, panting for air as the pain and the need threatened to overwhelm her.

Leaning in, he dropped his voice to a low growl. “Because only good girls get Daddy’s cock in their bottoms. Naughty girls don’t get that privilege. Daddy’s cock is something you have to earn, Francesca. And you have not earned the right to get fucked with Daddy’s cock tonight.”

Never in her life had she felt like she was being denied a treat by not getting some guy’s dick in her ass. But the more Holden lectured her, the more she felt exactly like a naughty little girl being told she couldn’t have dessert because she’d misbehaved all day.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she wailed as he pushed the cock so deep inside her she wondered how her body could possibly take it. “Please take it out, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Poor little siren.” His voice dripped with sympathy, but it didn’t strike her as sincere. And that too-sweet tone only added more layers to her humiliation. “Does it hurt to get your naughty bottom fucked with this fake cock?”

“Yes, it hurts! Take it out!”

“Are you regretting your choices now?”

She’d never regretted anything more in her life as he pulled the dildo from her ass and used it to fuck her with short, slow thrusts. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Maybe the next time you’re tempted to blatantly defy a direct order from your Daddy, you’ll think twice.”

If she’d thought her confession would win her some mercy, she’d grossly miscalculated. Over and over he moved the fake cock in and out of her ass, the rubber scraping her sensitive inner walls until she felt raw and chafed.

And very, very sorry.

Dropping her head to the side, she let it rest on her arm as she closed her eyes against the pain and humiliation. And the need. God, that was the worst part. She should be hating everything he was doing to her, the way he was making her feel so small and helpless.

But she didn’t hate it. With every thrust of the cock inside her, the coil of desire in her belly tightened further and further until she couldn’t stand it.

How fucking broken must she be to enjoy this treatment?

Finally, when her blood was boiling with need so hot she wondered how she didn’t simply burst into flames and her bottom was aching inside and out, he pushed the cock all the way inside her. And held it there.

“Have you learned your lesson, little siren?” His voice was surprisingly tender, and her heart constricted at the sound of it.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll never disobey you again, I swear.”

To her surprise, her desperate promise earned her a low, amused laugh. “Oh, my bratty little girl. I have no doubt you will test me every chance you get. I don’t expect to ever get unquestioning obedience from you. Just know that when you test me, I will always rise to the occasion and give my naughty girl the attention she needs.”

As she was rolling that response over in her mind, he released her wrists from the hooks at the top of the cross. “Make sure that cock stays right where Daddy put it,” he said as he took her hands, guiding her to the middle of the platform.

Her bottom immediately clenched around the foreign object lodged inside it, as if her very muscles knew their master and lived to obey him.

“On your knees, little siren. Daddy’s going to wash all those filthy little lies out of your mouth.”