Savage (Spartan Watchmen MC #4)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

SAVANNAH

S he was sitting in Savage’s kitchen, watching him prepare breakfast like it was any old day. His large hands deftly cracked eggs into a sizzling pan, the kitchen filled with the aroma of bacon and coffee. She wanted a cup of coffee, badly, but Savage, no Daddy , she corrected, had said little girls don’t drink coffee. Their glazes met when he glanced over his shoulder at Savannah, who was perched on a high bar stool at the counter, swinging her legs back and forth.

"Almost ready, princess," he said, his gruff voice softened. "You hungry?"

Savannah nodded eagerly. "Yes, Daddy," she replied, really getting into little headspace. She was new to all of this, outside of the playdate at The Citadel, but she enjoyed it, and as she was finding out, really enjoyed it.

Savage plated the food, then sat down beside her. He speared a bite of fluffy scrambled eggs with a fork and held it to her lips. "Open up, baby girl."

Savannah hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turning hot. This was new territory for her. But as she met his steady gaze, she felt a wave of calm wash over her. She opened her mouth, accepting the bite.

"Good girl," Savage murmured, his praise sending a warm tingle through her.

As he continued to feed her, Savannah found herself relaxing into the role. Her worries about her debt, and her sister, and how the other girls were going to judge her – they all seemed to fade away.

"What shall we do after breakfast, baby?" Savage asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Savannah's eyes lit up thinking about the fun she’d had playing with the girls at the playdate. "Can we color? And play with dolls?"

Savage chuckled, a rare sound that made Savannah's heart flip. "Of course we can. Whatever my princess wants."

Later, as they sprawled on the living room floor surrounded by crayons and coloring books, Savannah found herself humming contentedly. Savage watched her nearby with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Stay in the lines, sweetheart," he reminded her gently when she got a bit too enthusiastic with her purple crayon.

Savannah pouted playfully. "But Daddy, it's more fun this way!"

“Okay then Princess, color however you want.”

A few minutes later, she realized she had to go to the bathroom. She jumped up off the floor and ran to the bathroom.

“Savannah!” Savage yelled after her. “Walk!” He caught up to her as she was settling on the toilet.

“I had to go potty!” She covered her mouth with her hand. Potty? Did she just say potty?

“What did I tell you to do if you had to go potty, little girl?”

“Ummm… I don’t remember.”

“I think you do remember. Try again, and don’t lie to Daddy.”

“You said to lets you know, and you’d take me. I no need you to take me. I’s a big girl.”

“You are a big girl; you are Daddy’s big girl. But you are also my little girl. Daddy has rules for a reason.”

“I don’t want no rules.”

“What you want and what you need are two different things, little girl. You need rules.”

“Nope. I don’t.”

“Not open for debate.” Savage raised an eyebrow. "What did we say about following rules?"

Savannah's pout deepened, but she nodded. "That good girls follow rules," she recited.

"That's right," Savage said, his voice firmer now. "And?”

“And good girls break rules when they are being naughty, but theys still good girls.” She could barely recognize herself as she spoke. She was definitely embracing her little head on.

“And what happens to little girls who don't follow rules?"

Savannah squirmed under his gaze. "They... they get punished?"

Savage nodded solemnly. "Wipe your bottom and then five minutes in the corner, princess. I’m going to set this egg timer on the dresser. When it goes off, you can come back to the living room and try again."

As Savannah trudged to the corner, she felt a confusing mix of emotions. Part of her bristled at being told what to do, but another part – a growing part – felt oddly comforted by the structure, the clear expectations that Savage, her Daddy, laid out for her. One thing was for sure, she hated corner time. It had to be the absolute most boring punishment in the entire room. And five minutes? Felt like an hour. Or two. Or maybe ten hours. The time dragged on so slowly with the tick, tick, tick of the stupid egg timer. She was tempted to run over to the dresser, pick it up and move it forward a few minutes. He’d never know. He was in the other room. But, deep down, she knew he would know. Daddy seemed to know everything. So, she decided to be a good girl and stand there, bored out of her ever-loving mind. Finally, a loud ding pierced the air, and she hurried back into the living room.

“Good girl,” Savage told her. “What did you learn from your timeout?”

“That corner time is the mostest boring punishment in the entire world.”

Savage chuckled. “That’s not what you were supposed to learn. What did you learn about rules?”

“That they are dumb, but I have to follow them, so I don’t get bored.”

“Savannah!” She heard the warning in his tone.

“Is just joking, Daddy. I learned I’s supposed to follow them.”

She sat back down on the floor, picked up her purple crayon and resumed coloring her picture. "Look, Daddy!" she exclaimed, holding up her finished masterpiece. "I stayed in the lines this time!"

Savage's lips curled into a big smile. "That's my good girl," he praised. "You did a beautiful job, princess. Let's put it on the fridge."

Savannah beamed at him, as Savage hung up the picture with a magnet to the front of the fridge.

"Can we watch 'The Little Mermaid' now?" Savannah asked. “You said we could watch a movie today and it's my favorite!” She loved the songs in the movie and had a particular fondness for Sebastian. In her opinion, he was the most underrated character in the entire show.

Savage chuckled. "Of course, sweetheart. Go get comfy on the couch while I set it up."

As the familiar Disney tunes filled the room, Savannah curled up against Savage, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. She relaxed into his side and soon, was fast asleep. He woke her a bit later for lunch and the rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter, play, and tender moments. Before she knew it, the sky outside had darkened, and Savannah was stifling yawns. It’d been way too long since she’d rested comfortably. When her mom was sick, the alarms kept her awake. Savannah worried about her passing in her sleep without her by her side. After, Savannah worked several jobs trying to pay off her debts. Since the debts had been called up by The Rejects, she’d been too terrified to sleep. Her brain wouldn’t shut off.

Yet, here, in Savage’s house, she wasn’t having any difficulty sleeping at all. She was safe and there was something incredibly freeing about it.

"Time for bed, little one," he announced, scooping her up effortlessly.

“Nope. I nos want to go to bed.” She found herself saying. Wait, what? She was exhausted. Of course she wanted to go to bed. Apparently, she also wanted to test Savage, just a bit, and see what she did when she protested.

“Don’t tell Daddy, no. It’s bedtime. You’ve got two choices, sweetheart. The first is what I would choose. You can let Daddy pick you up and carry you to bed. I’ll tuck you in, give you a nice sippy cup of milk and read you a story of your choosing. Or–”

“Or what?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or we can stay up longer and I can beat you at another game of Uno and then we can have some more dessert and–”

“Little girls who interrupt their Daddies get sent to the corner,” he told her. “I know how much you love the corner.”

“Nos I don’t!”

“Then it would be wise not to interrupt your Daddy. As I was saying, or choice number two, you continue to fight Daddy on bedtime, and we do everything I mentioned in choice number one, but you have a nice, pink bottom to go with it.”

Hmmm. Savannah thought about her choices briefly. What would a nice pink bottom feel like? She knew what a therapeutic spanking felt like, but what would a discipline one be like? In that exact moment, the desire to know overrode everything else. That’s when she did it. She shot up from his arms and ran into the kitchen.

“I’s get the cookies you get the Uno cards,” she yelled behind her. She’d barely made it to the pantry opening when a strong arm wrapped around her waist.

“Someone is testing Daddy. Someone wants to see what a pink bottom feels like. It’s a good thing I’m willing to oblige. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s normal to want to test me. It’s a common part of development in a DDlg relationship. Just know, testing will always be met with a firm reminder of who is in charge.”

Savannah felt her core clench at his words. God, she was so turned on by this side of him. Her stomach flipped as he quickly picked her up and carried her into the living room. He plopped down on the couch without letting her down and swiftly placed her over his lap so that her backside was high in the air. The position both frightened and aroused her. Delicious tingles began to overtake her body. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and her core clenched.

His hand fell against her base ass, and she yelped. “Ouch!”

She was not expecting it to sting that much. The first swat yesterday didn’t hurt like this. In fact, it barely registered. It’d taken awhile to get to this level of owie. “What? This isn’t how it’s supposed to feel!”

Savage’s chuckle was the only acknowledgment to her outrage.

“No more, Daddy! Ow!” She cried out after several more swats. The sting was delicious agony, the pain almost unbearable. His hand hadn’t felt so hard, so paddle like the night before. He was right, there was a definite difference in the type of spankings.

“Daddy decides when we are done, baby.” He peppered each word he spoke with a particularly hard swat on the bottom part of her butt.

“But I’s can’t take it anymore.” Her pleas were to no avail.

“You wanted a pink bottom; you are going to get a pink bottom. Right now, your adorable butt is still creamy white.”

This spanking hurt — way more than last nights had — but there was something about the sting that made her want more. She knew she could take more and wanted to see how far he’d go.

“That was for running in the house again,” Savage said as his hand fell again, this time slightly lower than before, focused on the crease where her butt met her upper thighs. “This is because Daddy said it was bedtime, and you didn’t listen.”

“Ow! Owie! Daddy! Daddy, please!” She begged. Didn’t seem to matter how much she begged, or how hard she flailed on the couch. He was going to continue spanking her until he was ready to stop.

“Nice and pink, exactly like I said.” He told her, finally stopping. He flipped her to sit upwards and cuddled her into his lap.

“I-I’m sorry Daddy,” She whispered, hating the quivering in her voice. “I won’t break any other rules ever again I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little girl. It will happen again, and that’s okay. Little girls break rules and Daddies discipline them for it. It’s all part of the dynamic.”

“Are you mad?”

“Nope. I wasn’t even mad when you ran. I understand what motivated you to do it. It’s okay to test me, as long as you know I’m going to pass each test and some of them might end up with you having a very sore butt.”

He wasn’t lying. As she’d just found out, a spanking from Savage hurt like, well, a discipline spanking did anyway, that’s for sure!

“I don’t like these kinds of spankings,” she told him.

“Good. They wouldn’t deter your behavior if you liked them. And, sweetheart, just so you know, that was a very mild discipline spanking.”

“Mild?” She gaped at him. What did he mean mild? Her butt was on fire.

“Yes, mild. If you break one of my serious rules about your safety, it won’t be just my hand spanking your perfect ass. You’ll wish it was my hand when you’ve tasted Daddy’s belt, a wooden spoon or a paddle.”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. No thanks you.” She did not want to know what one of those would feel like, his hand was hard enough.

“It’s up to you, baby girl. You get to choose whether or not to listen to Daddy and follow his rules, which means you ultimately get to choose whether or not you will ever have to experience one of those. Now, since you picked choice number two, let’s get you and your pink behind, to bed.”

In the bedroom, Savage helped Savannah wash her face and brush her teeth before he tucked her into bed, smoothing her auburn hair away from her face. "What story would you like me to read tonight, princess?"

"Cinderella," Savannah murmured, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

As Savage read, his deep voice rumbling softly through the room, Savannah got sleepier and sleepier. When he finished, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Savannah's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my little girl," he whispered.

Savannah's eyes fluttered closed, a contented smile on her lips. "Night-night, Daddy."