Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Call him Daddy? Why did that make her insides melt and make her all squirmy? But the time to worry about what he wanted her to call him was not now. Now, she had her dignity and her derrière to worry about.
“Please, Oliver. I’m not sure this is seemly, even if you are my guardian.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it is very much my right and therefore seemly. I shall use my hand, but I am removing your skirts. You may leave your chemise on, but that is all. I intend to be very careful as it is your first time, but I believe that you let out your minx when you are Little. And you let her out when I am around because you sense the Daddy in me and it brings you a feeling of security. A confidence that all will be as it should be if I am there. I will catch you when you stumble. You’re correct. ”
“But… I don’t want my… um… posterior smacked. It is simply not done!”
“It is my hope that you will remember that when you contemplate defying me. That will leave the other kind of spanking for a more enjoyable outcome. In the future. Today, the task at hand is teaching a lesson about obedience. Take off your skirts and over you go.”
Lilli trembled, her heart racing as she reluctantly reached for the folds of her skirts. His words about “the other kind of spanking” echoed in her mind, bringing an unexpected flush of warmth to her cheeks. What did he mean by that? And why did the thought make her breath catch?
With shaking fingers, she unfastened her skirts, the rustle of fabric suddenly loud in the quiet room. Oliver watched her with those steady eyes that seemed to see right through her pretenses. She could not look at him directly, focusing instead on the pattern of the woven carpet beneath her feet.
“I implore you to reconsider.”
“Finish and I’ll help you over my lap. I care too much about you to reconsider. How are you to believe my word if I do not follow through on it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The skirts pooled around her ankles leaving her in just her chemise. “I’ve never... that is to say... no one has ever... Sir.” The words tumbled out in a whisper.
“I know, sweetheart. I had expected as much.” His voice softened, though the authority remained. “That’s why I shall be careful with you.”
The thin fabric offered little protection, and Lilli felt terribly exposed. Her whimper escaped unbidden. Her legs quivered beneath her as she stood before Oliver, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself. She required more hands to cover everything.
“Cast your eyes downward, Sir.”
“Come here, babygirl,” Oliver said, his voice gentle, yet leaving no room for argument while patting his thigh. “You are so beautiful.”
Lilli inched forward, her stomach a knot of anxiety and something else she could not quite name. When she reached his side, she hesitated, unsure how to position herself or if she even could.
“Like this, little one,” he said, guiding her with gentle but firm hands until she was draped across his lap, her bottom raised, her face burning with mortification. “I shall expect you to place yourself over my knee the next time.”
Lilli sucked in a surprised breath. “You would do this again?” she squealed. “I could not, Sir,” she whispered.
He did chuckle at that remark. “My little darling, I expect you shall find yourself in similar straights often enough until you realized that Daddy is very intent on keeping you safely out of the suds and happily enjoying life.”
She highly doubted that would happen if he kept this behavior up, but right now she had other things to occupy her mind.
This position was utterly humiliating. Her chemise had ridden up slightly, exposing the backs of her calves and he raised it even higher.
She could feel the solid warmth of his legs beneath her midsection, the strength in his hand as it rested lightly on her lower back.
She held her breath, waiting for what was to come, her heart continued thundering against her ribs and there were butterflies in her middle and lower.
“I’ll give you a moment to settle,” Oliver said. “Take a deep breath for me.”
Lilli tried, but her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to work properly. The air came in short, shallow gasps.
“Sounds as though the best course of action is to get this over quickly. Your first lesson in obedience begins now,” he said, his voice taking on that tone that brooked no argument.
“You won’t need to count each stroke this time but that will be a requirement in the future.
There will be ten. At the end of each, you will thank me. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears.
“Yes, what?” His hand pressed more firmly against her back as he patted her backside.
The word caught in her throat. Could she really say it? The strange feeling in her belly intensified. “Yes... Daddy.”
Oliver’s sharp intake of breath told her that he was as affected by the name as she was.
“What an excellent girl you are, behaving so well. Daddy is so proud of you.”
His words of praise sent a strange thrill through her that Lilli could not understand. She should be mortified, and she was, yet something about his approval made her want to please him further.
The first smack landed without warning. A sharp sting bloomed across her right cheek, the sensation so foreign that for a moment, Lilli couldn’t process it. Then the heat spread, radiating outward until she gasped.
“One,” Oliver reminded her gently. “What do you say?”
“Th-thank you,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.
“Thank you...?”
Her cheeks burned hotter than her smarting bottom. “Thank you, Daddy.”
The second swat fell lower, catching the sensitive spot where bottom met thigh. Lilli jerked forward involuntarily, a small cry escaping her lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she managed, her voice catching as the heat continued to spread across her skin.
The third and fourth smacks came in rapid succession, one to each side, building a steady warmth that was becoming progressively difficult to bear. Lilli bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes beginning to water despite her determination to remain stoic.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she repeated after each one, the words becoming slightly easier to say even as the discomfort grew.
By the sixth landing of his hand, tears were flowing unchecked down her cheeks.
It was not just the sting, though that was considerable, but the position, the vulnerability, the strange mix of emotions swirling within her.
Oliver’s hand on her back remained steady, grounding her even as his other hand delivered its stern lesson.
“More than halfway done, little one,” he murmured, his voice a rumble she could feel through his thighs beneath her. She feared the wetness she felt between her legs would show itself on his pantaloons. Her shame grew.
The seventh strike made her gasp, the sting now a burning heat spreading across her entire bottom. Lilli couldn’t help squirming in her attempts to evade the iron hand of her Daddy, but Oliver’s firm grip kept her in place.
“Be still, little one,” he instructed, his voice low but clear. “Accept what Daddy gives you.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered through her tears, surprised to find she meant it despite the pain.
There was something oddly comforting about his steady hand, about knowing exactly what to expect. Trusting him to do as he promised. Isn’t that what he said? If he did not follow through, she wouldn’t believe his word? She did not understand it then, but she did now.
The eighth and ninth strikes came in quick succession, one to each cheek, harder than the previous ones but in some ways, now easier to accept. Lilli cried out, her body tensing across his lap.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she managed between small sobs, her fingers gripping the edge of the settee until her knuckles whitened.
Oliver paused before the final swat. “The last one will be the hardest, little one. This is so you remember what happens when you defy me.” His voice was firm but not unkind.
Lilli tensed, bracing herself. When the tenth spank landed, it was indeed harder than the others, the sharp crack echoing in the room. She yelped, tears freely flowing now.
“Th-thank you, Daddy,” she sobbed, her bottom burning fiercely.
For a moment, they remained still, Lilli draped across his lap, trembling, Oliver’s hand resting gently on her heated skin. Then, with surprising tenderness, he helped her to stand, keeping her in place while she steadied herself.
Her chemise fell back in place. Lilli’s hands moved to soothe her stinging flesh.
“That is not allowed, sweetheart. You must endure the sting from a spanking until it subsides. I do have something that will help you forget about the strength of your sting.”
Oliver swooped Lilli up in his arms and gently kissed her salty lips. He laid her on the bed and slipped his hand under her chemise all the while gazing into her eyes brightened with her tears.
“You are so beautiful, my darling. Let Daddy make this all better. From now on, you will call me Oliver in front of our close friends and family. The Duke is for formal and acquaintances, and Daddy is for all of our private times. Do you understand?”
Lilli nodded, but she wasn’t entirely sure she did understand.
She would wait and watch to see what the difference was.
His hand moved to the top of her muff while his other hand touched her breasts.
She wasn’t sure how proper this all was but her belly and below did not protest. And it didn’t seem as though her breasts were protesting either.