Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
EMILEE
A s Arrow’s truck picked up speed, so did the beating of Emilee’s heart. Sitting beside him, she nervously played with the frayed edge of her shirt, obsessively replaying her encounter with Officer Mills at The Rusty Crab. The disapproving set of Arrow's jaw told her all she needed to know about his mood, and she braced herself for the conversation awaiting them at the house. She gazed out the window, observing how the world outside blurred into a mix of colors as they picked up speed. Arrow's grip on the steering wheel was firm and sure, just like the tone he had used with her earlier. His Daddy tone made her stomach flutter and her clit throb. It was a mix between authoritative and tender. She could say she hated it, but she’d be lying. With just one octave drop, raised eyebrow, or stern word, her underwear would become damp.
His house was only a few minutes from the Watchmen’s clubhouse, but the silence in the car made the drive seem much longer. By the time they arrived at his house, her heartbeat was pounding in her ears from the anticipation of what was to come. Arrow parked his truck and helped her out, his touch both protective and guiding.
The house was quiet as they entered; the only sound was their footsteps on the hardwood floor as they made their way to the living room. Arrow sat down on the plush couch and gestured with a crook of a finger for Emilee to come closer. With her pulse racing, she paused briefly before making her way towards him. While she had encountered spanking before, it was only within the bounds of negotiated scene play at The Citadel. Never for punishment.
“I expect you to follow the rules I set for you. They are in place to keep you safe and ensure you're taking care of yourself. Did you understand the rules when I explained them yesterday, Kitten?” Arrow asked.
Emilee nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “I did.”
“And you understand why those rules are important?” he pressed on, tilting her chin up so she could no longer avoid his gaze.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. The term of endearment was coming out more naturally, carrying with it all her complex feelings - fear, respect, and a sudden unshakeable desire to please him.
“Then you also understand that there are consequences when you choose to disregard those rules?” His tone implied this question was rhetorical.
“I'm sorry,” Emilee stuttered as her voice broke. Maybe it was because it was so late, or maybe it was because she was exhausted. She didn’t know the reason, but the little inside of her responded to his authority and she allowed herself to submit to those feelings. Even with a million sarcastic comebacks, she couldn't bring herself to engage in a verbal fight with him. Besides, she had a feeling it wouldn’t end well for her butt. A single tear escaped down her cheek — she was scared, yet somewhere deep inside, there was a longing for the resolution that she knew Arrow’s discipline would bring.
“It's important you learn that breaking Daddy’s rules always ends up with consequences,” he said gently but with an underlying firmness that told Emilee he meant every word. “Since this is your first spanking from me, I’m going to go easier than I would have if we’d been together for a long time. There’d better be a darn good reason for you to disobey me or break a rule. Did you have a good reason not to come home straight after work?”
She shook her head no.
“Use your words, Kitten.”
“No, Daddy. Running into Officer Mills left me feeling overwhelmed and upset. I went to the park to clear my mind.”
“If you had texted or called me to ask if you could go to the park, we would have a different discussion. My goal is to become your safe place to run to when you are upset. Right now, we need to work on you obeying the rules and following instructions. We’ll talk about what happened at The Rusty Crab after your spanking. You will find, Kitten, that I am the type of Daddy who doesn’t believe in delaying punishment. Waiting around and building anxiety isn’t something I find to be useful. It works for some couples, but I prefer to get the discipline out of the way so we can move on with a clean slate. Are you ready for this?”
“I’m as ready as I can be.”
“If something is wrong and you need me to stop, I want you to say the word red, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s something else you should know, Kitten.”
The tone didn’t sound good. She looked up into his handsome face, and for a second, forgot she was standing before a man about to go over his knees and get her butt spanked. Once again, she couldn't help but notice how attractive the man in front of her was. While seated, he was nearly as tall as she was when standing. The man worked out. She’d thought he was a bit of a nerd, but one who balanced his nerdiness with lifting. She assumed his short hair was a leftover habit from his time in the military. The black t-shirt he wore hugged his broad chest and showcased his well-defined biceps. His eyes, almost as black as his spiky hair, narrowed. He cleared his throat.
“Oh, uh…” she tried to remember what he’d last asked her.
“I said, there’s something else you should know, Kitten.”
“What’s that?”
“Daddy always spanks his naughty girl on the bare.”
“The bare?” Did he mean what she thought he meant?
“Yes, the bare ass. Skin to skin. Palm to cheek. When you break one of my rules or disobey Daddy, you'll receive a spanking on your bare behind.” She blinked quickly and took a step backward.
“Kitten.” It was a one-word warning. He crooked his finger and motioned her back towards him.
“Are you expecting sex after?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It had been two years since she last had sex. She was determined to show herself that she could refrain from carnal pleasures, not wanting to replace one addiction with another during the beginning of recovery. Then, it became something more. Abstinence wasn’t about the physical act; it was about knowing she was worthy of being cherished. The man she broke her abstinence streak with would be one she was in a monogamous, committed relationship with. She and Catie both made poor choices while chasing the next high, including bartering their bodies for drugs. She wasn’t that person anymore, and she’d proven it one day at a time, until years had passed. It was time to leave the woman she’d once been behind and move forward.
“Tonight? No. Neither of us are ready to take that step yet.”
He wasn’t ready to take that step but he was ready to take the step in disciplining her?
“Make it make sense.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“What do you mean?” he asked her.
“You are ready to spank me but not fuck me? Is it because you don’t find me attractive?”
You’re not my type. Isn’t that what he’d said to her?
Arrow closed his eyes and mouthed numbers as he counted down from five. She wondered what he needed to count for. When he opened his eyes, he stood up and closed the space between them and took her hand.
“W-w-what...” she stammered, but her sentence faded away as he placed her hand on the front of his jeans, right on his hard cock.
“Does it feel like I am not attracted to you?”
The large bulge shifted under her hand, and she yanked it back as if she’d he’d burned her. “But, you said... I mean…” she stammered. “I’m not your type.”
He grabbed her hand again and placed it over his cock, holding it there, not allowing her to pull away. “I misspoke. I thought I had a type. A certain look that appealed to me, a certain personality. I did the same old thing over and over again, and you know what? It didn’t work. Whenever I'm wrong, I'll always admit it to you. I’m human. I made a mistake when I said you weren't my type. Meeting you made me question the idea of my “type” and what I thought I was looking for. As it turns out, I don't have a specific “type”. My type is you.”
My type is you.
“You barely know me.”
“I know enough. At times, my heart speaks its mind even before my brain processes the information. I overthink, over-analyze. I rarely let my heart lead, but with you, it's a whole different story. Emilee, I know you belong to me. I'm committed to being your Daddy, even if you can’t see it yet. Without a doubt, I am undeniably attracted to you. I’d much rather bend you over the couch and claim your sweet pussy than pull you across my knee and paddle your behind. You earned this spanking, Kitten. It is important to me you understand from the start that I am a man of my word. If I promise to do something, I’m going to do it. You need to know I am serious. I’m serious about my rules because I am serious about you. Disciplining you is one of the many ways I am going to show you I care.”
Wow.
Just wow.
He released his hold on her hand, and she dropped it to her side. Now what? Should she thank him? Drop her pants and crawl across his lap and beg him to spank her? Kiss him? She didn’t know how she was supposed to respond to him.
“I don’t think it’s right to spank you before I’ve properly kissed you.” He lifted her chin and brought his lips down over hers.
Emilee's breath caught in her throat as his lips met hers. Soft at first, then more insistent. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that made her knees weak. She parted her lips, inviting him deeper.
His tongue slipped inside, teasing and exploring. A small moan escaped her as his hands cupped her face, fingers tangling in her hair. The kiss intensified, sending tingles down her spine. Her head spun as his scent enveloped her - a heady mix of cologne and pure masculinity. His other hand found her waist, fingers splaying across her lower back. Heat pooled low in her belly as he expertly explored her mouth, leaving her weak-kneed and trembling.
His hands slid down her neck, over her shoulders, down to her waist. His fingers toyed with the waistband of her pants before deftly unfastening the button. The zipper lowered with a quiet rasp.
Emilee's heart raced. Grasping his shirt, she tugged him closer as he slowly lowered her pants over her hips. Cool air kissed her newly exposed skin, goosebumps rising over the silky flesh.
His lips never left hers as her pants pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Now clad only in her panties from the waist down, she pressed her body flush against his and his kiss deepened. He pushed his lips firmly against hers, and she felt claimed by this man. Her new Daddy.
Emilee's head spun. She could barely think, could barely breathe. All she could focus on was the feeling of his lips on hers, his hands on her body. As if acting on their own, her fingers entangled themselves in his hair, tugging him nearer.
When they finally broke apart, Emilee was breathless. She looked up at him with passion-glazed eyes, her chest heaving. “Wow,” she whispered. One thing was for damn sure, she’d never been kissed like this.
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching hers. “Are you ready?” he murmured, voice husky with desire. He cleared his throat and took her hand, leading her back to the couch.
Unable to form words, Emilee nodded frantically.
As he guided her over his knee, her heart pounded against her ribcage. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “This is not what I thought you meant.”
Arrow’s low chuckle filled the surrounding space. “Did you forget you were getting your ass paddled, Kitten?”
She’d forgotten everything the moment his lips met hers. Her brain stopped working, she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel.
“It’s time to make good on my promise. You have broken several rules today and I’m going to demonstrate exactly why it is never a good idea to break Daddy’s rules. When we are done, we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together. If you need me to stop, remember to say red.”
How much would this hurt? Could she take it? She knew the physical pain wouldn’t do her in, since she had an extremely high pain tolerance, but would the emotional vulnerability of this position cause her to break?
She tensed slightly as she felt his hand rest on her backside—a gesture both comforting and forewarning. The room seemed to go completely still as Arrow raised his hand—and then brought it down with a resounding smack that broke the silence.
A sharp sting blossomed across her skin as Arrow's palm connected. The next smack landed before she could fully process the first. A hot tingling spread across her skin. Emilee gasped as another smack landed, sending a jolt through her body. She gripped the edge of Arrow's lap; her knuckles white.
Three more swats landed hard on her bare bottom, and she moaned out. She hadn’t expected the spanking to hurt as much as it did. She definitely wasn’t expecting the coiling inside of her stomach and the pulsing of her clit. A discipline spanking couldn’t turn her on. Could it? Arrow's hand came down again and again in a steady rhythm. The initial shock faded into a building warmth that radiated through her body. By the tenth swat, her backside felt like it was on fire.
The burn in her backside was a reminder of Arrow’s rules and of how quickly her life changed. One night she was sleeping in her car and the next she was over the knee of a sexy as fuck military veteran as he impressed upon her ass his expectations of safety and discipline. Within his arms, he offered her a structure within which she could find freedom. Tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes, not because of pain, but because of the intense emotional connection and the vulnerability she was feeling.
Arrow paused, his hand resting gently on her heated flesh. “Are you doing alright, Kitten?” he asked softly.
Emilee nodded, not trusting her voice. She hadn't known she needed this—his firm guidance, his unwavering authority. How had she gone so long without a Daddy to keep her in line? She’d convinced herself she wasn’t deserving of one and yet, in two short days, Arrow had broken down a wall that had taken years to build.
“Good girl,” Arrow murmured. His tone hardened as he continued: “We're halfway there. I want you to think about why you're being punished. How you made Daddy worry about you and how you defied him when you didn’t come straight home.”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Emilee whimpered.
She hadn't known she craved this—this structure, this discipline. The realization hit her harder than Arrow's hand: she needed him. Needed his guidance, his firm but loving correction. Another volley of smacks rained down. Emilee’s hips involuntarily bucked, but Arrow's strong arm laying across her lower back held her in place.
“I don't want to punish you,” he said between swats. “But I will if that's what it takes to keep you safe. Do you understand?”
“Yes! I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise! I’ll never break another rule as long as I live,” she swore.
Arrow chuckled. “We have a rule against lying, Kitten. I know you’ll break rules and each time you’ll find yourself facing the appropriate consequence. It’s all part of our lifestyle and the goal to help you be the best little girl you can be.” His hand resumed its work, but Emilee welcomed the pain now. Each stinging slap reinforced her decision to try this with Arrow. She would obey him. She would make him proud.
As the spanking resumed, each stinging blow drove home how thoroughly she had disappointed him. Emilee's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body and the sound of Arrow's steady breathing above her.
She surrendered herself completely, knowing she was safe in Daddy's capable hands.