Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Micah
Like that is going to help!
Sighing, her face flushed, Micah stepped closer to the wall and leaned forward until her breasts flattened slightly, her nipples centered into the two circles her Daddy had precisely placed the first time she’d been sent to her naughty-girl corner. Her nose was pressed into its own circle, the three points of contact enough to make her feel as if she were indeed one with the corner. A corner where only naughty Little girls were sent.
“Feet further apart and get that bottom up and out,” Stone reminded.
“Daddy, I’m?—”
“About to earn a round with my belt.”
The warning was enough to have her bottom lifting and pushing toward him as if asking for the implement when it was far from what she wished. Without being told, her hands came around to cross against her lower back, and she was surprised when she felt her Daddy take them in his much larger ones. He gave her fingers a squeeze before placing one hand on each of her buttocks.
“Go ahead and spread yourself. Daddy wants to see all of you while you spend your corner time deciding how far you’re going to take your naughtiness.”
If her face had been warm before, it was burning now with that particular instruction. Instead of spreading, her fingers fisted. “I-I don’t need time, I’m?—”
“The Little,” he said, cutting her off. “And who am I?”
She couldn’t stop the soft sigh she gave before murmuring, “You’re the Daddy.”
“That’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you’ll spend as long as I deem it necessary standing in your naughty-girl corner with your titties in their circles and your bottom hole on display to help you remember that being naughty has consequences. Now, I suggest you do as you’ve been instructed, or I can pull my belt off and stripe your little ass before you pull yourself wide. As always, the choice is yours, little girl.”
The choice is yours.
That was the second time he said those words. Could he have said anything truer? Micah didn’t think so. She’d learned those words were practically a mantra in their dynamic. She knew couples who’d chosen more of a BDSM relationship than the Daddy/little girl dynamic she needed in her life, but Dominant or Daddy, it seemed the rules of “safe, sane and consensual” were only a fraction of what was practiced. Stone was indeed her Daddy, the man she’d chosen to make all the rules, to be the final say in decisions pertaining to the two of them, but he never failed to remind her that anything that happened was only done with her approval, her choice to have it so.
She was a highly-educated woman, had spent years of her life researching, learning, and applying that knowledge in her chosen profession of an ER trauma nurse. Despite all of that, she’d also discovered that there were things she’d never fully understand. All she knew for certain was that her psyche demanded she include things in her life that others might find taboo. Micah knew she’d survive without anything remotely kinky, but she’d feel so very, very lost without her Daddy. He not only allowed her to be who she was, but he encouraged her to let go and embrace all the parts that made her uniquely her.
The way she saw it, she had two choices. She could continue to pretend she had no clue where the list was, or she could confess. Of course, if she went with choice number one, the guilt already nibbling at her heart at this moment, would turn into an all-consuming monster until she finally came clean and begged him to forgive her. Was that any way to start their vacation?
Knowing she’d made a big mistake, she relaxed her fists and slid her fingertips into the crack of her ass and pulled the halves apart.
“Like this, Daddy?” she asked, her voice soft and yet holding a huskiness that spoke of her guilt as well as telegraphed her need to please the man she’d wronged.
“Exactly like that, baby, thank you.”
She quivered at the feel of his hand covering one of hers, knowing his eyes were on her most secret opening. When she felt his lips press to her bare shoulder, she could also feel the bulge in his jeans that spoke of his being aroused. The realization caused her pulse to race and her kitty to begin to weep with need. When he pulled away, leaving her alone in the corner, she was berating herself for ever thinking she could get away with trying to disobey. What had she been thinking?
You were thinking if none of Daddy’s implements were packed in your suitcase, he couldn’t use them on you.
“Duh,” Micah muttered to her inner voice.
Did you stop to think Daddy could buy more or that he’d be smart enough to come up with other ideas to punish you?
“ That’s the point. I don’t want to be punished,” she said softly.
Or use them to pleasure you?
The thought brought her up short. Why hadn’t that occurred to her when she’d taken the bag he’d requested she pack in her case and hidden it instead?
“Because you’re an idiot.”
“You’re not and no talking during corner-time.”
She squeaked, not realizing she’d spoken aloud. The reminder came from across the room, but from where exactly Micah couldn’t tell. Well, not until he added, “I can’t see your naughty hole.”
He was sitting in his chair right behind her. Yanking her cheeks further apart, she shifted her feet a bit. His words made her feel so naughty, and nurse or not, knowing he was looking at her anus made her feel so dirty, but remembering the press of his erection against her bottom also made her feel extremely horny. It was a conundrum she often faced and one she was never positive could ever be resolved. All she knew for sure was that by the time she was tucked into bed, her bottom would be achy and red. But even that held many different possibilities.
Would he spank her while she was in her corner?
Would he call her to his chair and then pull her down across his lap?
Would he use his hand? Probably not since fibbing about the list was most likely going to earn her the paddle or perhaps his belt? She had a love/hate relationship with that strip of leather. It would cause her to wail, and its edges would leave tender ridges across her bottom, making it ache when sitting, but it also grounded her in a way that made her feel so very connected to the man who wielded it.
But what had her body contracting, her kitty protesting the fact it was empty, was the question of if her Daddy would let her come after he’d punished her. She had no doubts that he’d find his relief. After all, he hadn’t been the naughty one, but it was questionable if she’d be allowed to orgasm. She failed to stifle a soft groan at the thought of lying beside him in bed, her body wound as tight as a spring while his was relaxed from a massive climax.
“Do you have anything to tell me?”
The question took her by surprise, but she had an immediate answer. “Yes, I’m very sorry, Daddy.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, Sir, I-I know where the list is, or at least where it was.”
“Was? Did you move it?”
“No, but, um, the garbage man might have if they came today.”
“They did,” Stone confirmed.
“I don’t need it?—”
“Micah—”
“I mean, I remember what was on it!” she quickly added.
He was quiet so long, she finally dared to turn her head to look back over her shoulder only to give a startled squeak. He was no longer seated. Instead, he’d moved to stand directly behind her.
Stone tapped a fingertip on her nose. “This isn’t where it belongs, is it?”
“Oh, no, Sir,” she said quickly, whipping her head back around and returning her nose to the circle. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“I am too. We were supposed to be packed and in bed early as we are leaving at the crack of dawn. Instead, we have some unpleasant business to attend to, don’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.” The thought of where her Daddy might choose to find his own release before he slept came at the touch of his fingertip against her exposed anus.
“You said you remember what was on the list. Do you also recall what happens to naughty little girls who tell fibs to their Daddies?” The question was asked after he’d lifted her curtain of ebony curls to expose the pink shell of her ear. The sensation of his warm breath had her quivering, millions of goosebumps erupting on her naked flesh.
“I… um, ye-yes…”
“That’s not a proper answer, now is it, little girl?” he berated, though there was no real barb behind his words.
“No, Sir,” she admitted, her pale skin flushing with the silent acknowledgment that he was going to make her clarify her answer.
“Do I really need to ask again?” Stone asked, running his finger around the sensitive rim of her asshole.
Reflexes had her tucking her hips forward and that garnered her the first swat of the night. She instantly regretted the move and shoved her butt out again and attempted to ignore that exploring fingertip to answer his question. “No, Sir, naughty little girls get punished…”
“How?”
“Umm, they get spanked.”
“Where?”
“On their bare bottoms,” Micah said, the words innocent and yet sounding so very naughty coming from her lips.
“Is that all that happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies?” Stone asked, using the opportunity to take the lobe of her ear between his teeth to give it a little nip as if to encourage her to be a bit more forthright.
“Noooo.” The single syllable word sounded far lengthier as she drew it out, her body contracting at the sensation.
Her Daddy had told her he loved the fact she was so reactive to the smallest sensations, but right now, she wished she had the ability to hide how his every touch affected her.
“Tell me what happens, babygirl,” he asked, letting the very tip of his tongue flick across what she could visualize being a small red indentation on her ear caused by his teeth.
All it took was one press of his fingertip into that dark, tight hole for her to find her voice.
“When I’m naughty, I get a bare bottom spanking and then I get… I get, ummm, taken.”
Taken was such an archaic word for what he was about to do to her, and though she enjoyed reading historical romances where such a word was quite common, she knew she’d used it to avoid adding another round of swats to her backside by swearing. While she could get by with being more colorful in her talk when in bed while Big, cursing was definitely not allowed when she was in her Little headspace.
“I’m not taking you anywhere, am I, Micah?”
Well, we are going on vacation.
And how many additional spanks would letting those words slip free earn her? Not the least bit curious to find out, she said, “No, Sir.”
“That’s right. So what is your Daddy going to do after he’s turned this naughty bottom bright red?”
“Um… you’re going to… to ‘f-word’ me, Daddy.”
Stone barked out a laugh. “What a clever little girl you are.”
She might be trembling, every sense heightened by her position, every exhale he made wafting warmth across her ear, the tip of his finger buried partially inside her naughty hole making her jealous pussy clench in need, her naked body clothed only in goosebumps, but she remained cognizant enough to avoid adding to her punishment by cursing. He seemed to appreciate that fact. Perhaps that would keep her punishment to just a quick hand spanking and keep his cock out of her…
“That’s right. Daddy’s going to bury his cock in your tight little ass to remind you that telling lies is a very naughty thing to do.”
Yep, he’s definitely going to f-word your bottom.
Telling her inner voice to shut up almost made her miss the kiss he placed on that special spot just behind her ear. She couldn’t have stopped the purr of pleasure if her very life depended on it. She yearned for another, but felt his heat disappear as he straightened.
“Step back and go bend over the end of the bed beside the suitcase, Micah,” he instructed.
That answered the question of where he’d direct her to go. She’d made the walk-of-shame a few times back in college, but having her Daddy instruct her to bend her naughty self over their bed was a far more humiliating walk as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him while she crossed the few feet to the bed. Of course that meant she had to look at the item that had started this whole thing, her stupid pink suitcase.
Right, let’s blame it on an inanimate object.
She didn’t have time to berate her inner voice before his next question had her redefining the meaning of humiliation.
“My, my, you’re so very wet, aren’t you?” he asked as if she wasn’t aware of how slick she’d become during their conversation.
“I’m sor…” Micah broke off before completing the phrase she had once used far too often. It had taken Stone many months to undo her urge to apologize for any mistake she’d ever made, for everything that kept her being the perfect student, the perfect intern, the perfect daughter. Once she’d met Stone, her entire world had changed. He’d dipped into what appeared to be a bottomless pool of patience to convince her she had very little to ever be sorry about. On those rare occasions when an apology was fitting, once it was made and a punishment given, she was instantly forgiven, the misstep forgotten. She dared a quick glance at him and saw the soft curl of his lip and knew he was proud of her for catching herself this time. They both knew she truly had no control over how her body physically reacted to what he was doing to it.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m very wet,” she amended.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, moving to stand at her side and running his palm over her bottom.
She normally loved the feel of his skin against hers, but she discovered she wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about his touch when he added, “Daddy loves the fact that your pussy weeps for him. Let’s get this spanking out of the way and those tears freed from both your eyes and this weeping kitty. How does that sound, little one?”
“Really good, and sorta bad,” she said, not bothering to even fib about the fact she knew there would be a bit of pain to endure before it morphed to enhance the pleasure she obviously hoped would follow.
She heard him chuckle and dropped her gaze only to be confronted by the sight of the bulge behind his zipper. It had definitely grown. She might be unable to hide the fact she was aroused despite being about to receive a spanking, but her Daddy couldn’t hide his arousal either. For some reason, that seemed to help… well, it did until his hand lifted from her butt and then descended.
The distinctive sound of flesh slapping against flesh cracked in the confines of the room to be quickly joined by another. While Micah kept silent for the first dozen, by the time the second began, her toes were attempting to dig into the floor and her bottom wagged a bit as if to avoid the strokes it knew were still to come.
“Settle down or we’ll begin again,” Stone said, his stroke almost completely covering the entirety of her right butt cheek. Adding a matching stroke to her left, he said, “Keep that naughty bottom still for Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir, Dad… Daddy” she managed, a slight hitch in her voice as the heat of the strokes sank into her quickly reddening flanks.