Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Cade

I could see the questions and insecurities plaguing her mind. Abandoning my plate at the table, I got up and rounded it to her side. Taking her hand, I guided her to sit on the couch, and I positioned myself on the coffee table right in front of her. I wanted to be close enough to touch her, but I also needed to be able to see her face as we talked. It would help me gauge where her mind was at.

“To me it means that we belong to each other: body, mind, and soul. It means your well-being is my number-one priority. Nothing and no one will ever be put above you for as long as I live. But if you think really hard about our life, I don’t think many big things would have to change. We can still travel, and do all of the things we love.”

She looked away from me at that last part, but she didn’t say anything.

“Do you want big changes, Rip? If you’re unhappy about how we do our life, we can change it. Right here, right now. Just say the word. You’ve given up so much for me to continue to chase my dreams. If you want me to quit... if it’s time for a change, if you’d be happier?—”

“Cade, stop.” She cut off my rambling. “I don’t want you to quit. I like traveling. I like the rodeo scene. I just… being here has been really nice. So maybe we could just visit more often?”

“What if Rawhide was our home base? We can buy a spot on Rawhide Ridge. Build a place we can come home to during the off season, or whenever we want. Would that be something you’d like?”

“Very much so,” she said with a nod. “But are you sure?”

“Am I sure I want to call the beautiful Montana mountains my home? Am I sure I want to live in a place where our chosen lifestyle is completely understood, accepted, and celebrated? I think it’s safe to say those things would make me very happy. Especially with you by my side through all of it.” If she wasn’t by my side, it wouldn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I would be miserable. But I didn’t feel the need to say that part out loud.

Ripley shrugged. “I guess it's all settled then. Sooo… what do we do now?”

“Well first, Daddy’s naughty girl has earned a spanking for getting in trouble at school.”

“But you weren’t really my Daddy yet. So does it even really count? You can’t spank me for every naughty thing I ever did before we decided to be together.”

“You’re right; I can’t spank you for everything, but I can spank you for this one thing, and I intend to. A nice long, hard spanking on your bare bottom. Maybe after you’re nice and sore I’ll add a few strokes of Daddy’s belt just to make sure the message really sticks. How does that sound, babygirl?”

Ripley moaned and squirmed in her seat. I knew how much she loved the crack of leather against her skin, and since this would be more funishment than anything, I figured I’d give her a little treat to look forward to.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Come on now, enough stalling.” I stood up and tugged her up by the hands. Switching spots with her, I sat on the couch and tugged down her pants. “Hmm, should I let you keep your panties on for a little while? Warm you up, make you anticipate the sting of my hand against your naughty bottom?” I pretended to think about that option as she shifted from foot to foot in front of me. “No, I think we’ll go ahead and get right down to business. I’d like to enjoy some special time with my girl tonight.”

“What kinda special time?” She chewed the side of her lip.

“Well that will depend entirely on you, and what you need from me. We could have some special time for your Little side or your big-girl side.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard, making me smile.

“We’ll figure it out when the time is right. But first, you’re getting a spanking.” I tugged her panties down to meet her pants right at the crease of her knees, leaving her completely bare to my gaze.

Fuck. I could not wait to have her again.

My cock instantly hardened, which she would no doubt feel once she was upended. No use trying to hide it, though. My body was reacting to hers, but my cock was not calling the shots, as much as it would like to.

“Why don’t you tell Daddy why you’re getting a spanking?”

“I… uh… umm. Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do. This will be part of your punishment every time you earn one. If you don’t like it, I would keep that in mind.”

She whimpered, but didn’t say anything.

“For every ten seconds you make me wait for an answer, I will add one stroke of the belt, and you’re already getting a dozen.”

I could be patient when I wanted to be, and there would definitely be times I would simply wait her out, knowing that I would win in the end no matter how long it took her to obey, but tonight was not one of those nights. I was feeling the exact opposite of patient, actually. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

This also gave her the opportunity to extend her belt spanking, if that was what she wanted.

I looked up at the clock on the wall as I waited. It took about thirty seconds for her to give in.

“I made a mess at school,” she mumbled.

“What kind of mess, babygirl?”

“With paint.”

“Mmhmm. Was it an accident?”

She shook her head, and I reached around and popped the back of her thigh.

“No head shakes or nods when you’re in trouble. I want to hear ‘yes, Daddy’ or ‘no, Daddy’. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered and rubbed the spot I had spanked.

“Better. Thank you. Now, was the paint mess an accident? “

“I already told you all this.” She whined and bounced on the balls of her feet.

“You did, yes. But I couldn’t spank you right then, so we’re doing it again, and I’m adding another stroke of the belt. You’re up to sixteen. Care to keep up the whining and question-evading?”

Ripley let out a frustrated sigh and let her head fall back so she was no longer looking at me, but at the ceiling. “No Daddyyyy.” She held out the word. “I got in a paint fight with my friends and we made a mess on ourselves and in the classroom and we hadda clean it up and then we hadda go to Master Derek’s office.”

I loved how young her speech sounded, like she really was a naughty Little girl in trouble with her Daddy. The vulnerability she was showing tugged at my heart strings. I could not believe she was finally mine.

“Good girl. And sometime tomorrow you will be sitting down to write an apology to your teacher, your friends, and Master Derek. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Over my knee, babygirl.”

Once she was situated, I pinned her legs between mine to keep her where I wanted her, then I got down to business. I spanked slow and steady, spreading out the warmth evenly to prepare her skin for the belt strokes that would come at the end. I knew it’d been a long time since she’d taken a belt, and I didn’t want to accidentally damage her in any way. I took my time, slightly increasing the intensity with each few smacks.

Ripley melted over my knees, exactly like I hoped she would. I wanted her completely relaxed and floaty in that space submissives loved, where all worldly things faded into nothing as their minds went peacefully quiet. And when all of the tension left her body even as I laid a volley of harder smacks to her sit spots, I knew I’d achieved that goal.

“Good girl.” I rubbed her warm, dark-pink skin. “You’re taking your spanking so well. Are you ready for Daddy’s belt?”

“Mmm–mmm.” She shook her head.

“No? Hmm. More of my hand then?”

“Mmm –mmm.”

From my vantage point, I could see her profile. Her eyes were closed and there was a sassy little smile on her face.

I chuckled. “Are you just being a brat?”

“Mmm–mmm,” she continued.

“That’s okay, babygirl. You can ‘mmm–mmm’ all you want, but you’re not in charge here; Daddy is.” I let that sink in before I continued. “So we’re going to take you to Daddy’s room and put you over the side of the bed so that I can give you the belting you’ve earned.”

I moved slowly so as not to knock her off balance–she was so deep in subspace she didn’t even give me a dreamy response to my proper belting threat–and to try to preserve her floaty place. I should have considered having to change positions in order to use my belt, but I hadn’t, so I did my best not to ruin anything as I turned her in my arms and carried her to my room.

I settled her on the edge of the bed and made sure she was stable before pulling her pants, then her panties, all the way off. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops to free it. Ripley squirmed.

“You like that sound, baby?” I asked as I doubled the belt over, making sure the buckle was secured in my palm.

“Mmm-mmm,” she lied.

“You really do like to be contrary, don’t you? Lucky for you, Daddy loves a challenge. Unfortunately for you, Daddy doesn’t lose. So here is what we’re going to do. You’re going to count each stroke, and you’re going to thank me for it and ask me for the next. If you lose count or forget to do what you’re supposed to, then that one will be voided and we’ll redo it.”

“Nooo, I don’t want to count,” she whimpered.

“Oh, so you do know how to talk, then! Good. I was beginning to think you could only say ‘mmm-mmm.’”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t make me count.”

I shouldn’t let her win, but she was so fucking cute, and she really wasn’t in that big of trouble. Counting would likely sabotage my goal, as well. Why had I even made that threat?

“Okay, babygirl, but listen to me closely. Your ‘Please, Daddy’ will only get you so far. This is your first real punishment for a real bit of destructive mischief, so I’m cutting you a little slack. This time . If you were in really big trouble, then I would not be giving in. But if you push me one more time, I will push back harder, and I will make you regret it, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry for being naughty.”

“Good girl. Fifteen strokes, and then we’re done for the night. Stay still and keep your hands in front of you so I know they are out of the way.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She stretched her arms out in front of her with her palms gripping the blankets.

“Good girl.”

I pulled my arm back about halfway and let the first lash fly. She sucked in her breath and gripped the blankets tighter, but other than that she didn’t move. I took that as permission to keep going. I laid each line beneath the previous one and worked slowly down, then back up her beautiful, shapely bottom, laying the last two crisscrossed over each other so she was sure to have a few extra sore spots that would stay with her a while.

Even with the extra power behind each strike, Ripley seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her relaxed space, and by the time I dropped the belt on the floor I wasn’t even sure if she was awake. Sitting next to her on the bed, I rubbed her back.

Eventually, she asked, “May I roll over now, Daddy?”

“Yes, you may. And good girl for asking Daddy’s permission first.”

She rolled onto her back and stared up at me with glassy eyes, a little smile at the corners of her mouth.

“Daddy? I know I didn’t want you to punish me, but I know I needed it. It makes me understand how much you care, that you’re really looking out for me. I haven’t had that in a long time. And I feel good, but I think… I need some aftercare.”

“Of course, baby. Come here,” I replied, opening my arms for her.

But she opened hers at the same time, so I leaned down to wrap her up and hold her tight, rocking her a bit. We stayed like that for a long time, and I could feel when her breathing normalized.

I pulled back to look at her, and although her eyes were still glowing, she looked much more present.

“You doing okay, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Coming out of Little space because I just need you so much.”

“What do you need?”

She took my hand in hers, and slipping our hands between our bodies, she lowered them to cover her mound, smiling up at me. “This, Daddy. I need you here .”

And just like that, I was rock-hard again.

I smiled back at her as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were as sweet as ever, but I needed to kiss her someplace else. I needed to know that sweetness again, too.

I kissed my way down her neck, and her sighs of pleasure only made me harder. I had to pause to kiss both her nipples: kissing, then licking, then sucking until she let out a moan, before I moved lower.

Her hands dug into my hair as I kissed my way down her belly, then I spread her thighs with my hands.

“Is this what you need, baby?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

“Well, since you were such a good girl.”

“And good girls get presents?” she asked.

“They sure do. And so do I.”

I dipped into her sweet cleft, stroking gently with my fingertips before really opening her up to my mouth. She was already wet, so ready for me. And I was more than ready for her, but I needed to make my girl come first.

I pressed the tip of one finger into her damp core, then slowly licked her swollen little clit.

“Ohhh…”

I swirled my tongue over that hard nub, and she tasted like heaven. I had to suck it into my mouth, sucking and licking while I gently pressed my finger inside her. Her hips arched against me, and I started sucking in earnest as I added another finger and slid them in and out, faster, harder, until she was squirming and sighing and groaning as I fucked her with my hand.

I wanted to make it last; I really did. But in moments she started to come, her body shivering, her hips arching. And all I could do was help my girl ride it out.

“Ohhhh… Daddyyyyyy!”

God, I love that she called me “Daddy” as she came. So damn much that if I didn’t slide my cock into her hot little body, I thought I might explode.

“Yes, baby. I need you right now.”

I left her only long enough to shed my clothes and to reach for a condom in the bedside table drawer, and sheathed myself as quickly as possible. She was reaching for me again, and I lowered myself over her, the head of my cock poised at her entrance.

“I love you so damn much, my baby. My beautiful girl.”

“Oh, Daddy. I love you, too.”

As I slid into her, our eyes never lost their hold on one another. I began to move, thrusting into her, then slipping out before thrusting again. Soon we were both panting, an indescribable, deep sensation moving through me like a hot lava flow. I loved watching her face as pleasure overtook her, as she began to come again, her core clenching and squeezing my cock until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

She reached up to hold my jaw in her hands as I watched the ecstasy wash over her face, as ecstasy poured through me, as we shook together. We were both left panting as I collapsed onto her, our arms and legs tangled.

“That was exactly what I needed,” she whispered in my ear.

“Ah, baby. Me, too. Me, too.”

My heart stuttered, along with my breath.

How was it that this woman was everything to me? My best friend. My lover. And my Little girl?

I was the luckiest man alive.