Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
I t was better than Suzi had imagined. Even though she’d never ridden a motorcycle before, she felt at home on the back of Deke’s bike. He must have been planning it forever because she had a jacket and helmet and everything.
And not just any helmet. It had a face guard covering her entire face, so she didn’t have to squint her eyes. And it was equipped with Bluetooth, so she could still talk to her Daddy. But what was really exciting was it was hot pink with Hello Kitty ears and a big pink bow attached to the back.
Coolest. Helmet. Ever.
“I need you to hold on tighter, Rosebud,” Deke said in her ear.
It was so cool to be able to talk to him. She leaned forward and squeezed his waist tighter. She wasn’t sure of the purpose since she was strapped in, but she didn’t object. She’d tried once before, and he’d told her that her safety came first
When she leaned up this way, it took the pressure off her bottom hole, which was still a little sore.
If you had told her yesterday morning she would like having her Daddy’s cock in her back hole, she’d have denied it with a vengeance. But she more than liked it. She loved it! Sure, the plug had hurt going in, but she’d gotten used to it, and having Deke’s cock in her bottom had given her the most intense orgasm of her life.
The seat vibrated just like some of the toys her Daddy used on her clitty sometimes. When her clit began to throb, she leaned back. But that pressed her pussy into the seat, which made her want to have his cock inside her.
The vibrations had her so wet and needy she worried she’d leave the evidence of her arousal all over the seat of Deke’s bike.
“Rosebud,” amusement crackled through Deke’s voice as he spoke, “you keep rocking that sweet pussy against my ass, and we’re going to have to pull over so I can fuck you senseless.”
They turned onto a much smaller gravel road that made her seat vibrate even more. If this kept up, she was going to make him pull over to fuck her senseless, as he had put it. She blushed at the thought.
After a few miles, they turned onto what looked more like a wide walking trail than a road. The farther they went, the narrower it got. When he’d said this cabin was hard to find, he hadn’t been kidding.
She hadn’t even known he had a cabin, but apparently, he had a place high up in the mountains where he liked to go to relax. It didn’t sound like it was going to be relaxing for her.
And could she help it if his bike had her so primed she might go off like a rocket at any moment? They could have taken his SUV, but he’d said the bike would be better.
Deke's voice came through the speaker in her helmet again. “You do not have permission to come, little girl.”
“But Daddy,” she wailed. “That is cruel and unusual punishment. It might be too hard.”
“It won’t be any harder than the spanks that land on your bottom once we get to the cabin if you come without permission.”
Oh, for the love of Harleys and horniness! Well, alrighty then. It might be worth it, though.
She scootched closer to him to relieve some of the pressure on her clit. Hopefully, they weren’t far from his cabin. No, wait, strike that. The sooner they got to the cabin, the sooner she got spanked. Darn, it was a classic no win situation.
Lucky for her, about five minutes later, the tree-lined lane broadened into a scene that stole her breath. Holy cow! When Deke had said he owned a cabin, she’d pictured a miner’s shack with a generator for electricity and no running water.
This was no shack. It was gorgeous, not as large as his home in Darling, but just as nice. It was made of logs, honest to goodness logs. She’d never seen an actual log cabin before. Nestled in a copse of trees, you would miss it if you didn’t know where to look. They parked in front of the garage on the left side of the house, and as soon as Deke helped her off the back of his bike, she raced down the stone steps to the lower lever where there were chairs and lounges and a fire pit made of huge flat stones.
She couldn’t wait to roast hotdogs and make s’mores.
“Stop right there, naughty girl,” Deke yelled. “Do we run down the stairs?”
“They can’t be a stair, Daddy. They’re outside. So, they have to be steps and we never talked about running on steps.”
He quirked a solitary brow at her, demanding, “Trust me, little girl, you do not want to get smart with me right now. We are heading to my woodshed as soon as I get us unpacked.”
Holy smokes. He had a woodshed? That didn’t bode well at all.
“But why, Daddy? I thought you said last night everything was forgiven, and we didn’t have to ever talk about it again.”
“I did, Rosebud. This isn’t about punishment for anything you’ve done. Let’s call this insurance of future obedience. A preventative measure, of sorts.”
Geez! He took things so seriously. “I’m sorry I ran on the steps, Daddy. I was just so excited. I wanted to explore.”
“I understand that, but our rules still apply out here. And whether it’s steps or stairs, you hold on to the railing and walk. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I won’t forget again.”
“That would be good. Why don’t you come back up here and help Daddy take our things inside?”
She walked up the steps, holding on to the railing with both hands to be safe, and did as she was told.
The inside of the cabin was just as fantastic as the outside. Huge, pane windows lined every wall. He had a massive stone fireplace and a kitchen with top of the line appliances. Past the kitchen was a door leading to the upstairs deck holding a wrought iron table with eight chairs and the biggest hot tub she’d ever seen.
She eyed the hot tub with longing. “Did we bring our swimsuits, Daddy?”
“I’m not sure, Rosebud, but we are all alone out here. If we don’t have them, no one will know.”
She blushed at the thought of being naked in the hot tub with him. That familiar thrum settled between her thighs at the things they could do there. Things she was dying to try.
As soon as they were unpacked and Deke had supper set up in the slow cooker, he took her by the hand and led her out the front door. When they turned the corner past the garage, a low rumble caught her attention. At the bottom of the hill that made up the backyard, a mountain river flowed in the afternoon sun. The light danced on the flowing water, setting it on fire.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, and it was.
“We’ll sleep with the windows open,” Deke said. “If you’ve never slept with a river rumbling close by, you’ve never really slept.”
They watched the racing river for a few minutes. That, however, was not where they were headed. Instead, her Daddy led her to a large shed in the left back corner of the yard. It was made of the same wood as the main house and had a sign stretched over the door that read The Woodshed .
“If you’re too tired to do this today, we can wait,” she offered.
“I appreciate that, Rosebud, but I think taking care of this sooner than later will make our stay much less eventful.”
Of course he did.
She dragged her feet as much as she could, but it didn’t help.
He paused before unlocking the door. “There are things in here that are dangerous, and you may not touch them. You are never to come in here without me. The same applies to the river. You are never, ever to go down there without me. Do not test me on this because you will not like the spanking that follows, I promise.”
She believed him. “I won’t, Daddy. We don’t even have to go in there now, as far as I am concerned.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t answer her. He pushed open the door and reached for the light. Fluorescent light flooded the room, illuminating the room. She hadn’t known what to expect, but if she had pictured it in her head, she would have been wrong. The room was split almost in half, with one side being a wood crafting shop and the other what looked more like a small schoolroom.
On the wood crafting side, shelves and racks to hang tools lined the upper part of the walls, and counters and storage cubbies filled the lower part. A handmade table stood centered in the area.
The other side had a rug lining the floor. A teacher’s desk backed up to the wall on the far end and a shorter craft table and student’s school desk centered the rug. A tall wooden stool sat in the right corner, and a giant whiteboard filled the entire wall between the door and that corner.
It didn’t escape her notice the craft table was surrounded by sturdy, straight-backed wooden chairs. As she took everything in, she felt a mixed sense of excitement and dread.
Taking her hand, Deke led her into the shed and shut the door behind them.
“So, you are going to be my helper. Did you know Daddy likes to make things, too?”
Her jaw went slack. Deke was a crafter? “I did not know that. What do you make?”
He opened one of the closest cupboards and pulled out a wooden paddle. She should have seen that coming.
“You make paddles?” It came out as more of an accusation than she’d intended. Luckily, his eyes twinkled with humor instead of irritation.
“I do,” he said. “Or I guess today I should say, we do.”
Suzi froze in place. “What do you mean, we?”
“I mean, I will supervise while you finish your paddle.”
“But… but, Daddy. I don’t want a paddle.”
“Well, naughty girl, you should have followed the rules. Obviously spanking you with my hand isn’t getting the job done in some circumstances. I could have lost you yesterday, babygirl. You disregarded everything we talked about and opened the door. You also were peeking out of the window. You need to understand Daddy means what he says. So, now you will have a paddle for serious disobedience.”
“So, you won’t use it all the time?”
“I certainly hope not, but that will be up to you.”
Darn it! Why had she opened that door? Deke was right. She could have been seriously hurt. She knew she deserved a spanking. Still, having to make her own weapon of ass destruction was super mean of him.
“Let’s get to it,” he said.
He took out a paddle that was shaped like one of those old timey handheld mirrors. Her bottom clenched. She promised herself to be on her best behavior for the rest of her life. If she ever got into trouble, that paddle would be terrible.
She really wished now she hadn’t run on the stairs.
It took forever and not long enough at the same time, but before she was ready, her paddle had been sanded, sealed, and was ready for use.
“All right, naughty girl. Let’s talk so we can enjoy the rest of our stay.”
Her heart skipped a beat, maybe two or three. “Yes, Daddy.”
He studied her, then crossed to the schoolroom side of the shed and pulled one of the large chairs from the table. He’d only said they would talk, but she had a sneaking suspicion there might be a demonstration involved.
“Come here, Rosebud,” he said. He looked so serious.
She had dragonflies in her tummy, and they were breathing fire. Her insides felt hot and cold at the same time, and the thrum in her pussy was back. Only this time, it was even stronger than when she’d been on the back of his bike.
As slowly as she dared, she crossed the room to stand before her Daddy. “Okay, Rosebud. Let’s talk.”
He talked for a long time about following the rules and consequences and probably lots of other stuff that was important. But all she could concentrate on was the paddle in his hand. It had been heavier than she would have thought. That meant it would hurt more, right?
Not that she thought he would harm her. She knew he wouldn’t. And she knew if it got to be too much, she could say her safe word and he would stop. That was good because she’d never been paddled before. Not even in school. She was a good girl. She wasn’t sure her hiney could take it.
He took her hands in his roughened ones. Her nerves kicked up another notch. Those dragonflies needed to stop fluttering around. She would have said something, but suddenly, her mouth was so dry she didn’t think she could. And for some reason she had the insane desire to laugh, which even she knew wouldn’t go over very well.
She had no need to be nervous. He’d said she wasn’t in trouble. But this didn’t feel exactly like being in trouble. She wasn’t scared. Not really. She was… it was almost like… she couldn’t be excited, right? That couldn’t be the thrum coursing through her.
“So, are you ready?”
His question startled her. Ready for what?
She couldn’t ask that. It would prove she hadn’t been listening. So, instead, she nodded, adding a “Yes, Daddy” for good measure.
Imagine her surprise, when he pulled her in front of him and unfastened the jeans he’d insisted she wear for the ride up to the cabin. It was as if everything was going too fast but was also in slow motion. She felt every tooth of her zipper separate.
Then his hands were at her hips as he slid her pants down to her knees. She shivered as they grazed the sensitive skin on the backs of her thighs. She’d worn her blue and purple unicorn panties today, and they were the next to slide past her hips to her knees.
He held her eyes the whole time. Her face was on fire, and she was about to close her eyes to break the gaze when he tilted her forward and over his knee. Face down, staring at the floor, she could see nothing but the soda shop style black and white tiles lining it. Unlike the woodworking side, the schoolroom floor was spotless.
The thunk of Deke placing her new paddle, the one he had used a wood burning tool to scribe Rosebud’s Bottom Roaster on one side, clattered against the bare wood of the table. She almost cautioned him to be careful with it. How crazy was that?
She lay across his lap, vulnerable and exposed, and panic rose in her chest. He must have sensed it somehow because he settled his large hand on the small of her back.
“Wait,” she cried out and started to kick her feet.
“Easy, Rosebud. Daddy’s got you. I don’t want you to move around so much you fall off my lap, so I’m going to put one of my legs over yours to hold you in place.”
“But you said we weren’t spanking today. You said we were making this for if I broke a rule in the future,” she hastened to remind him. She brought her feet up to protect her defenseless backside.
He rested his hand on her bottom. “I told you what we were doing. Were you listening to me?”
Uh oh. Danger, Will Robinson! This definitely had all the markers of a trick question.
“Um, yes, Daddy?”
He narrowed his eyes. That did not ease the dragonflies in her tummy at all. “Lower your feet.” His voice came out as a growl. This was getting worse by the second. She did as he said, and he placed one of his legs over hers, pinning them in place.
Yikes!
“Tell me what I said, naughty girl.”
The dragonflies were now toasting her insides. If he thought the idea of his capturing her legs with his own was comforting, he was wrong. But then she reminded herself this was her Daddy, and he was doing what he needed to in order to keep her safe… while he busted her bottom.
She was done for. Why hadn’t she paid attention to what he was saying?
“I don’t know, Daddy,” she admitted. Tears stung her eyes.
Deke didn’t speak. That wasn’t a good sign.
“D-Daddy?” she called.
“Why did you agree to what I said if you didn’t know what I said?” His voice had lowered to a deep pitch that made her bottom clench.
“I didn’t think it would matter, and I didn’t think you’d know.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears.
She waved her hand behind her back. Call her crazy, but having him hold her hand, even in this situation, made her feel better.
He caught her hand and held it pressed to her hip. “All right, babygirl. We are going to talk about how important it is to listen to Daddy. But first, we are going to discuss agreeing to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What if I’d wanted to do something that was one of your hard limits? What would you have done then?”
She sniffled and said, “Said my safeword.”
“Damn right, you would have. But what if you’d already been hurt? What if I had been the one who hurt you? Consent can only happen when you know what you’re consenting to. That is what’s fair to both of us and what’s safe for you. Do not ever, ever agree to something unless you are sure. Do you understand me?”
No holding back the tears now. “Y-yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad to hear that, and I believe you. What I’m going to do now will ensure nothing like that ever happens again. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Her voice quivered when she spoke.
A part of her thought she should be putting up more of a fight, but evidently, the part that was in control had other ideas. She didn’t move at all. She just lay there, waiting for her punishment to begin.
“I’m going to spank you with my hand first to warm you up, and then I will use the paddle.”
“How many swats with the paddle?” She couldn’t believe she’d just thought to ask that now. It seemed that was a very important question.
“As many as it takes for me to know you understand how serious I am about keeping you safe,” he said.
“I’ve never been paddled before,” she told him. “It’s scary.”
“Do you trust me to give you what you need and not one swat more?”
Even as she clung to the leg of his pants, she had no hesitation before answering, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said. “We won’t ever have to have this discussion again, will we?”
Absolutely, unquestionably not. “N-no, Daddy.”
And then the cool air was on her bottom as he lifted his hand and brought it down sharply, right in the center of her bottom. The crack of his palm meeting her cheeks fired through the air like a shot. For a second, it didn’t hurt. Then heat flashed across her bottom.
“Ow!” she cried out. She wanted to be still for him, but she couldn’t. He held her tightly against him and smacked his hand down again. “Ouch, Daddy. I thought you said warmup. That hurts!”
Her critique didn’t alter his movements at all. He didn’t slow down or lighten his slaps to her bottom. He fell into a steady rhythm that continued to build the heat in her bottom higher and higher.
“Are you going to lie to agree to something without knowing what it is again?”
“No, Daddy. No! I won’t ever do that again. I promise.”
He didn’t relent. If anything, his smacks came faster and harder. She never knew where they were going to fall. It didn’t take long before her bottom was on fire from the top of her cheeks to the bottom.
He was relentless in his determination to make his point. Slowing his swats back down, he moved from side to side, top to bottom, and all hard.
“Ow, Daddy, owie!” Suzi clenched her bottom hard, hoping that would ease the sting. It did nothing to lessen the pain but rather made it deeper somehow. If he kept this up, she wasn’t going to have any bottom left to smack by the time he was done.
“I get it, Daddy, I do! I won’t ever answer unless I know what was said again. Not ever. I promise. Please. Please! Oh. Oh! OH!”
Her bottom bounced as he continued to swat. She tried to avoid his smacks, but she couldn’t move. Her legs flutter uselessly from the knee down as if she could swim off his lap.
Her breathing was rapid through her clenched teeth, and she groaned as he once again picked up the pace. She rocked her hips from side to side, but all he did was move his target to her sit spots and thighs. She howled as the fresh burn seared her.
She promised anything and everything, but nothing worked. Deke was determined to make sure she understood how important it was that she stay safe. He was a very effective communicator. Her bottom had to be the color of ripe cherries by now.
“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry!”
Her heart thundered in her chest with her efforts to escape, but something else was happening. The heat from her bottom was shifting. Oh, it still hurt, but the pulsing fire had moved lower and now pulsed between her legs.
What was happening? How could she be in such pain and still be so turned on? She could feel the slickness between her thighs.
Without warning, Deke stopped spanking her. He rubbed her bottom, giving her rear end a small amount of relief.
“Open your legs for Daddy, Rosebud,” he said.
She obeyed immediately. He slid one finger along the lips of her pussy before pushing it deep inside her. She couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure. He worked his finger in and out, bringing her need higher.
Her mind had no idea how to process this combination of pleasure and pain, but she didn’t care. He was creating a fire of a different kind, and she relished it. Needed it.
And then it was gone. “Nooo,” she cried.
“We’re almost done here, babygirl, but you still have a paddling to take.”
What?
She stiffened as he reached for her naughty girl paddle. She couldn’t imagine it could hurt at this point. The nerves in her bottom must be in shock by now.
It only took one splat of the paddle to make her realize how dreadfully wrong she was. The fresh blast of pain stole her breath. Almost. He decided on a fast and furious approach, and that beastly paddle bit into her five times before she could even react.
She burst into tears, sobbing as he blistered her bottom with five more swats. It probably lasted less than a minute, but it felt like an eternity.
At some point, she realized he was rubbing her back and whispering soothing words about how brave she’d been and how proud he was of her.
“All done, babygirl,” he crooned to her. “We’re all done.”
She lay across his lap a cried for a few more minutes, her bottom on fire, but her soul lighter.
“Can you sit up and straddle Daddy’s lap? I want to hold you.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. She pushed up from his knees and sat on his lap, cuddled in his arms until her tears ebbed.
“I don’t ever want to have to do that again, Rosebud. You have to take your safety seriously. You’re the only Rosebud I’ve got. The only one I’ll ever want.”
“You won’t have to do it again, Daddy,” she said, but honesty compelled her to add, “Not for that, anyway.”
She felt his smile against her hair. “That’s good enough,” he said.
Sitting up, she looked around the room again. Her jeans and panties were now on the floor. She wasn’t sure when she’d kicked them off.
Even though she’d gotten a spanking, it was a nice shed. The reporter in her wanted to know more. “Have you always liked to make things out of wood?”
“I have,” he said. “Ever since I took shop in high school. Of course, I didn’t make paddles back then. Working with wood relaxes me.”
“Has your shed always had a Daddy side and a Little side?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured against her hair.
She shouldn’t ask. She wouldn’t. “Have you had a lot of Littles come out here with you?”
She hated how insecure and needy her voice sounded, but that was exactly how she felt. There had to have been a line of other Littles who had been here with him. She had no right to be jealous. He’d been a Daddy for a long time. Of course, he’d had many other Littles. It was just it had never occurred to her.
She struggled to even connect with her Little, and he’d probably had dozens of babygirls here she could never measure up to.
“Hey,” his voice broke into her spiral of thoughts. “I’m not even going to ask what’s going on in your head right now, but I need you to look at me.”
She couldn’t afford to get her butt busted again, probably even harder, for not minding him. But she couldn’t meet his eyes. He always saw straight into her soul. So, she settled for staring at his broad chest.
“Baby,” he rumbled, and the tenderness in that one gravelly word almost took her down. But before she could sink to the floor, he cupped her chin and lifted her face to his. “I wish I could tell you there had never been anyone before you, sweet girl. But I’ve been a Daddy for a long time. But I can tell you this—none of them were you. And not one of them ever came to my cabin. I built this shed with the babygirl of my heart in mind. As I built it, I pictured my Little girl playing while I worked. And sometimes getting punished when she’d earned it. But mainly I pictured the two of us doing life together. And the only one I’ve ever brought here is you.”
And that was it. He’d stolen her heart a long time ago, but if he hadn’t, she would have given it to him right then. Either way, he owned it. She was his, forever. And with that thought, her tears returned.
It would be nice if they had streamed down her cheeks in graceful rivulets. That’s what would have happened in the books she read. She would have cried prettily and melted into his embrace. But this wasn’t a book, and she wasn’t a pretty crier.
She threw her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed all over again. He wrapped her in the warmth of everything that was him and let her cry it out. It was not a short wait.
“This is forever for me, Rosebud. I hope you agree because I don’t think I can let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, Daddy. Not ever. Forever won’t be long enough.”
He claimed her lips surprisingly gently as if she were the most precious thing in his world. And she finally believed it was true.
When he broke the kiss, he smiled down at her. She loved this man so much. Unfortunately, her stomach took that moment to announce the need for food.
“How about we go back to the house so this Daddy can feed his Little girl?”
She sniffled and nodded. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Daddy. Anywhere at all.”