6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
S tanding in the corner, glaring at the wall, Kelly did her best to gently wipe the tears from her face. The casts made even that awkward, but everything about her right now was awkward.
Her heart hurt when she heard Cole come back in the house, this time with his heavy duffel bag full of Daddy Dom toys and tools slung over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, still facing the hated corner. “I don’t mean to be so mean to you.”
He ignored that.
“Do you need a painkiller before we get started?” he asked instead.
A tiny spark of energy zipped through her stomach, hitting her chest with the familiar ‘oh no,’ at the same time it hit between her legs with an entirely different kind of anticipation. Her mouth kicked into gear before she could stop it. “You don’t have to, Cole. I shouldn’t have made you feel like—”
“Too late, babygirl.”
That he was still willing to use that particular pet name almost dissolved her into tears all over again.
“Just answer me one question,” Cole said as he set his bag on the coffee table. The hiss of a zipper slipping down metal teeth made every one of her nerve endings prickled with heightened awareness.
The need to turn far enough to see his face, to make sure he wasn’t mad at her, far outweighed her good-girl need to stay in the corner until he said she was okay to come out. There was nothing in his voice that suggested he was upset, and it was pure relief to see there was nothing on his face either. He was just Daddy—calm, quiet, always-in-control Daddy.
“Is it because they stopped giving you spankings before they walked out? Is that what I’m up against?”
Her heart constricted.
“I’m just wondering because from the moment I said I’d find other ways to punish you, you started spiraling.”
She had no idea how to answer that. She hadn’t really thought about it, not consciously.
“Nobody spanks when they don’t want you,” she said slowly. “Why bother with something like that when they can just… leave?”
He nodded once, then pointed at his face. “Look at me.”
She was almost afraid to.
“Do you see me walking away?”
He wasn’t, but he wasn’t smiling either. Her stomach twisted, knotting over and over, tighter and tighter. “No, Daddy.”
“What am I doing instead?” Very deliberately, he unshouldered his heavy playbag and set it down on the coffee table.
She had no idea how to interpret this, but her tummy was vibrating, and her throat was squeezing so tight, it was choking her.
“Making yourself at home?”
“Yes, I am,” he said, pulling a small black box out of his playbag. She knew exactly what was in that box, too. “We’re going to do a lot of talking over the next few days—about you, about me, about everything. You need to understand, I am not leaving .”
She couldn’t answer. Her chest was holding her breath too tightly hostage.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Nose to the wall.”
She snapped around, facing the wall, her eyes as huge as the knots in her twisting tummy. That unnerving zing shot all through her again as she heard the clinks and clatters of implements, cuffs, and containers, bumping together as he dug through his bag. She fidgeted, so unnerved she couldn’t hold still.
Where only a moment ago she’d been so desperate and sure a spanking would make everything all right again, now every thought she had was for her cringing bottom and how hard Daddy thought she needed to be spanked. There was no doubt her behavior had warranted it. Maybe she deserved to be spanked so hard she shrieked and cried. Maybe she deserved for it to be harder than she could bear.
She wanted to look behind her so badly.
She almost did when she heard the pop of him opening a bottle of lube. She smelled the spice of peppermint oil, and every fiber of her being tensed in anticipation.
Oh, no, he was using the hot stuff.
She covered her bottom with both casts, but that was about as effective as anything else she’d tried to do for herself since her accident.
“Hands on the wall,” Cole admonished, coming up behind her. “You know better.”
She did. It was one of Daddy’s strictest rules—no reaching back, especially not during a punishment.
She raised her arms, laying her casts flat on the wall before pressing her forehead to the plaster between them. She stared into nothing, every tingling nerve braced for what she knew was coming. Shivers swept her when he raised the back of her nightgown. The next thing she knew, the coolness of the peppermint oil-infused lubricant was being spread liberally between her bottom cheeks and all over her puckered back hole.
“Oh, no,” she squeaked, eyes snapping shut. The tingling started right away, chilling with deceptive coolness as he pushed his finger inside her. That coolness didn’t last anywhere near as long as she wished it would. Before he withdrew, the chilly tingle was already growing ominously warm.
She clamped her lips on an involuntary groan, turning the reluctant sound into something wanton instead. She came up onto her tiptoes as his finger began a slow, invading thrust. Within a matter of a few strokes, the friction of his pumping turned those blossoms of heat into an unforgiving inferno.
“Oh, no,” she gasped again. “Oh! Daddy!”
Stomping and whimpering, she pressed her face against the wall, but that didn’t stop him from removing his finger, only to immediately replace it with the coldness of a metal butt plug. The cold did not offset the heat. It only made it worse as he steadily pushed it inside her, barely giving her any time to get used to the size.
If he wanted her in Little headspace, he knew exactly how to get her there. The unbearable heat of the lubricant took her right to the edge, where pain verged on too much. The butt plug stretched her poor bottom hole as only it and Daddy’s cock could do, embarrassing her with the dirty, nasty, filthy girl play that she was so mortified to admit she loved.
Daddies who were ready to walk away didn’t bother doing things like this when their babygirls threw a fit in the corner. Despite the hurt, the knots that had been twisting so sickly in her tummy relaxed their grip on her.
“Why is Daddy doing this?” he asked, gripping the base of the plug and thrusting with it, the way his cock would thrust, forcing her little bottom hole to take its relentless ownership of her over and over.
She arched onto her tiptoes again, panting. “B-because I was… bad.”
“No,” he said firmly. “Daddy doesn’t have a bad babygirl. He sometimes has a naughty one, but you weren’t even that. You were frustrated because you hate asking for help, and there’s a difference. Daddy is doing this because Daddy loves his Kelly girl, and I always will.”
She gasped, losing the breath inside her when he pushed the plug all the way in. What little discomfort there had been was gone before she could refill her lungs. She just stood there, wondering how to believe that, while he walked back to his bag and doused his fingers in more peppermint lube.
“No, no, no!” She squirmed, already knowing what he was going to do as he came back to her.
“Yes,” he said, his breath warm against her ear. “Daddy loves his babygirl. I wish I’d said that to you before now. I thought it might scare you, but I see now, I should have been saying this to you all along. Daddy loves you. Say it. Right now, say it.”
“Daddy loves me,” she blurted as he wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly back against him as he hooked his hand up under the hem of her nightshirt.
“Again.”
“Daddy loves me!” His fingers slipped through her folds, and she gasped, throwing her head back against his hard shoulder as he smeared the cold, tingling, and all too quickly burning lubricant all over her pussy and clit. “Daddy, oh my God!”
Peppermint oil wasn’t for casual play. Against such sensitive flesh, the fire became unbearable, but this wasn’t the first time she’d felt its merciless kiss. She gasped and shouted, writhing in his arm while his other hand coaxed the bonfire inside her into brighter flames. Her pussy wept fire down the insides of her thighs, and there was no relief.
“Why is Daddy’s girl getting her bottom plugged and the hot pepper oil put on her sexy little clitty?” he asked again.
She couldn’t get her legs open wide enough to cool the fire. “Because I was naughty and said bad things.”
“Nothing you said while you’re hurting like this is going to be held against you,” he censured, stroking the fire hotter and hotter through her burning folds. “And the only naughty thing you did was not tell me you were in the hospital for four days. Yes, we are going to talk about that, but not right now. Fair warning, though, Daddy intends to use the cane, which is why we’re not going to have that particular conversation until after your arms are healed.”
She hated the cane. She sniffled, tears automatically stinging her eyes. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“That’s not your choice. Daddies get to worry about their babygirls. Babygirls do not need to worry about their Daddies.”
“I know.” She sucked air, bouncing in place as he stroked the fire to agonizing proportion. The candy scent of peppermint filled the air, as did her whimpering cries. It grew in strength, along with the heat until she was writhing in his hugging embrace. She couldn’t hold still, no matter how hard she tried. Every breath was a gasp, a moan, a whimpering, mewling cry, and within seconds, she’d spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Not to grant him better access, but because the burning was so unbearable, she could no longer stand to be touched.
“This is happening,” he purred in her ear, “because you need to be treated like a bad girl. Isn’t that right?”
Whimpering, she shook her head, then nodded.
“Yes, I know you do.” He switched his grip from her clit to the butt plug again. He fucked her with fire, his deliberately slow thrusts quickly making her push out her hips in wanton need for more. “You need to feel your naughty pussy burning and have your bottom fucked. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes!” she shouted, bouncing on her tiptoes. It burned… it burned… it burned so goddamn good!
“What happens when we let our unfounded fears run wild?”
Wallowing in fire, she began to cry. Everything she was, was burning for him—her pussy, her ass, her quivering thighs as her legs shook with the rawness of both pain and need. “It… it makes me a basket case, Daddy.”
“Fortunately for you, Daddy knows how to handle that, doesn’t he?”
God, she sure hoped so.