14. Cage
Chapter 14
Cage
When Cage had woken up to find that Katie was neither in bed, nor in the apartment either, he had freaked out.
He was terrified.
Anything could have happened to Katie. It wasn’t safe for her out there in the world alone. Especially not while that pervert stalker was still out on the loose.
In a furious rush, Cage had put his clothes on and made his way to Katie’s apartment.
It was instinct.
Call it his Detective’s Intuition.
But Cage had known that Katie would head back there.
Cage had recalled Katie talking about her favorite stuffie. Snug. It would be enough to make her sneak out. Cage just knew it.
He used Katie’s spare key to enter the apartment and the sight of Katie sitting on her couch playing on a games console was a huge relief.
It also made Cage nearly hit the roof in anger.
After exploding into a rage, Cage gathered himself.
He needed to punish Katie for this, but it had to be something appropriate.
It needed to be a punishment that would focus Katie’s mind on the task at hand and make her not ever want to repeat offend again.
‘Okay, here’s the situation,’ Cage said. ‘You’re not going to get a paddling or spanking. Far too enjoyable. No. What you need is the kind of punishment that won’t stimulate you in that way. Not even close.’
Cage could see that Katie was listening intently.
He could also see that Katie had absolutely no idea as to what was coming her way.
‘You will be doing lines. Old school, handwritten lines,’ Cage said, showing no emotion. ‘And you will do them to the highest standard. Not a single letter out of place. Neatly written. Total accuracy and discipline on each and every letter.’
Katie looked aghast.
Cage smiled internally but maintained his gruff exterior.
Katie had to know that Cage wasn’t messing around.
‘H-h-h-h-how many lines?’ Katie asked, twiddling with her fingers nervously. ‘I haven’t done lines since school. I used to hate them!’
‘Good, I’m glad to hear that,’ Cage said. ‘Perhaps this will teach you then to not do such foolish things. I think two hundred lines should suffice.’
‘Two hundred! But–’
‘No buts,’ Cage said, slamming his palm down onto the messy side-table. ‘You will do the two hundred lines. You will do them flawlessly. If I spot a single mistake, you will go right back to the start and repeat the entire process. I don’t care if that is after nine lines or one hundred and ninety-nine. Understood?’
Katie nodded solemnly.
The message had hit home.
That was good to see.
‘You will write I must always tell Daddy where I am . Do I need to say it again?’ Cage asked, staring at Katie with his sternest Daddy Dom expression.
‘No, Daddy,’ Katie said, crestfallen. ‘I understand.’
‘Very good. Now fetch yourself your neatest lined paper and a pen. I want to see you sitting at this table and making a start in sixty seconds flat.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Katie replied, quickly scurrying to find her smartest writing paper and pen. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.’
‘Silence!’ Cage said, not interested in any more talking. ‘Get to work.’
Katie wasted no time and began writing her lines.
Cage paced around Katie’s apartment, looking for something hie might have missed when investigating the stalker.
Nothing.
Not even the slightest hint of a previously unearthed clue.
This was frustrating.
Meanwhile, Cage listened as Katie huffed and puffed.
‘Writing lines isn’t meant to be fun,’ Cage said. ‘That’s the whole point of them. Now be quiet and concentrate on getting them right.’
The truth was, Cage wasn’t enjoying this punishment.
There was no pleasure in it for either him or Katie.
But that wasn’t the point, of course.
This was all about Katie learning a valuable life lesson.
Personal safety mattered.
As did responsibility.
And above all, listening to her Daddy was important.
‘My hand hurts,’ Katie said, sounding very fed-up and over writing lines. ‘It’s sore Daddy and I’ve still got another hundred to go.’
‘Well, you can rest your hand when you’re done,’ Cage said, outwardly showing no emotion but feeling empathy for Katie. ‘Keep it up, young lady. I’ll be here from you when you’re done.’
Katie smiled.
It wasn’t exactly a smile of sheer joy, but it showed Cage that Katie was listening to his words and taking them on board.
The truth was that Katie was beginning to mean an awful lot to Cage.
Yes, Cage thought Katie was super-cute.
Yes, he loved spanking her butt.
And, yes, the blowjob had been superb.
But the connection Cage felt ran much deeper than sexual.
Cage over the last few days had seen first-hand and close up just how brilliant and unique an individual Katie was.
She was one of a kind.
A Little worth holding close and protecting at all costs.
Cage felt honored to be her Daddy.
Cage stopped pacing around and took a seat next to Katie as she carried on conscientiously writing her lines.
‘You know, I think of you very highly,’ Cage said, resting his hand on Katie’s non-writing hand. ‘We haven’t been together long, but I can sense our bond is like we’ve been Daddy and Little for so much longer. It feels special. Very special. I hope you feel the same.’
Katie nodded.
‘I do,’ Katie said. ‘I definitely feel the same. Now quit distracting me, Daddy. I’ve got two hundred lines to finish!’
Cage chuckled.
‘That’s the spirit,’ Cage said. ‘Keep your chin up and your eyes on the prize. Not long to go now. The last stretch will fly by.’
While it didn’t exactly fly by, Katie’s final few lines passed without too much drama.
Cage felt proud that Katie took so much pride in making sure that her work was completed to a high standard. Not only did it show Cage that his instructions were being taken seriously, but it also bode well for Katie’s future acting plans.
Katie had talent.
And now it looked like she was developing discipline too.
‘You know, your safety is my paramount concern,’ Cage said as he poured Katie a glass of tap water. ‘I’ll do anything to protect you. Always. But you have to learn to trust me when I speak. If I say something is a no-go, you listen. Does that make sense?’
‘It does, Daddy,’ Katie said.
Katie thanked Cage for the water and took a couple of sips before carrying on with the lines.
She was nearly done now.
Not many left to do.
Then… disaster .
Katie lost control of her pen for a split-second and made a blunder on her lettering. She looked horrified.
But to Cage’s surprise, Katie simply took a deep breath and steadied herself.
‘Daddy, I think I need to start again,’ Katie said. ‘I lost concentration and wrote a letter messily. Please can I have another sheet of paper to go again from the beginning?’
Cage was bowled over with how well Katie owned her error.
This was impressive.
Seriously mature behavior from his Little.
But Cage decided to surprise Katie.
‘No, that won’t be necessary,’ Cage said. ‘Carry on and finish up the remaining lines. One mistake doesn’t ruin everything. I think we can both agree on that.’
‘Are you sure, Daddy?’
‘Hey, don’t question my generosity, I might change my mind!’
Katie smiled and beavered away on her final lines until it was all done. When she was finished, Katie handed the sheet to Cage for a closer inspection.
‘This is good. It’s actually superb,’ Cage mused, scanning his eyes across all two hundred lines. ‘Excellent lettering. Flawless spelling. No signs of rushing or lack of care. You’ve done yourself proud here, kiddo.’
Katie smiled a big smile.
She was proud of herself.
Cage could tell that the lesson had very much be learned.
That was all he needed to see.
The one small mistake wasn’t a big deal at all. It was actually a blessing as it had given Katie the chance to show her maturity and offer to start over. That hadn’t been necessary. The success of the task was abundantly clear.
Cage offered his hand and gently lifted Katie to his feet.
Wrapping his heavy hands around Katie’s tight waist, Cage brought Katie in towards his body and they began to kiss.
It was a hot, heavy kiss.
The kind of passion that can very easily spill over into more.
‘Here? Now?’ Cage growled, grabbing Katie’s ass and squeezing her cheeks together like putty in his hands.
Katie nodded, moving her own hands underneath Cage’s t-shirt and running her dainty fingers over Cage’s toned stomach and rock-hard pecs.
‘Yes please!’ Katie said, seemingly thrilled at the prospect of her punishment segueing into something altogether more pleasure oriented.
The pair continued to kiss.
It was a struggle for Cage to not tear off Katie’s clothes and take her right there on the spot.
Katie had even turned around and was grinding her perfectly round ass into Cage’s engorged dick.
This was heading one way, and one way only.
Then, out of the blue, Katie’s phone began to flash and ping.
‘ Urgh , who the hell is that?’ Cage grumbled, frustrated at the distraction.’
‘Who cares, I’ll leave it,’ Katie said, panting.
‘ Grrr . No. you can’t do that,’ Cage replied, firmly moving Katie away from him. ‘It could be something important. We can always pick up where we left off soon enough. You know me. The master of orgasm control.’
Cage was a lot more frustrated than he was letting on.
He had very much been into it.
He wanted things to go further than they ever had.
But, at the same time it wouldn’t look good if after a punishment relating to discipline he let Katie ignore a potentially important message.
Cage knew all too well from his own life experiences coming up through the ranks of the NYPD that every day a lesson was learned, there would soon be a further test just around the corner.
The key was consistency.
That was how true learning was done.
‘Fine,’ Katie said, pouting a little bit. ‘You win!’
His face flushed red from arousal, Cage watched as Katie walked over towards her phone.
There was a pause as Katie picked up her cell phone to read the message.
Cage was worried.
Was it another image from the stalker?
That wouldn’t be good news at all.
Maybe it had been a mistake to spend a single second longer in the apartment than they had needed.
‘Talk to me, Katie,’ Cage said, his voice full of concern.
Katie put the phone down on the table and looked at Cage.
Cage tried to gauge what Katie was feeling in that moment, but it wasn’t easy.
Cage just needed Katie to speak.
Tell him what the hell was going on.
‘Yes?’ Cage asked, impatiently. ‘Speak!’
‘Daddy,’ Katie replied. ‘You’re not going to believe who that message was from, or what they had to say…’