9. Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
SAMMI
“W hat?!” she yelled, standing up. Her vision went all wonky, making her grip the chair arm.
“Wow, sit back down. I don’t need you passing out on me,” Daddy instructed.
Sammi did as he said. “You can’t punish me!”
“I can since I took responsibility for you. I’ll be putting you over my lap and spanking that cute bottom.”
Her mouth hung open as she stared at him.
“Might want to close that mouth of yours before something goes in there that you don’t want,” he raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t spank me,” she whispered.
“Is spanking a hard limit?” Daddy asked.
“Well, no.”
“Then I’ll be spanking you.”
“But…but?—”
“No buts unless it’s your cute butt over my lap so I can spank it.” Daddy wiggled his eyebrows.
“You think my bottom is cute?” she whispered.
That was the second time he said that to her in under two minutes.
“Why yes, I do think it’s cute. Just the perfect size.” He licked his lips.
Her cheeks flamed again, and Sammi looked away. No one had ever told her she had a cute bottom. Someone had actually told her it was too flat one time, nonexistent.
“Now, over my lap,” he instructed.
Sammi’s eyes went to the door. Was she really going to do this in his office, where anyone could come in and see or hear her?
Daddy got up from his seat and walked over to the door. “Locked, see.”
She relaxed a little in her chair but still didn’t know if she wanted to get spanked. While she had longed to get spanked, fantasized about it, she wasn’t so sure it was normal to.
He walked over and sat in his chair once again, caging her in with his legs. “Ready?”
Sammi shook her head. “I don’t think this should happen. I don’t want you to spank me.”
But she wanted it to. The guilt was slowly starting to eat at her, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it.
“You may not want it, but do you think you need it?” he asked.
What kind of question was that? One that was going to get her thinking, and he knew that.
“The guilt building inside, it’s slowly weighing you down, getting heavier by the minute, isn’t it?”
“How,” she whispered.
“Daddies know these things. This spanking will help with that. After the spanking, you’ll get cuddles, and everything will be forgiven.”
Sammi looked at him skeptically. He was saying everything one of the Daddies in one of Sammi’s books would say. That actually couldn’t be true, right? He couldn’t be saying everything like them. Unless he’d read one of those books or one of the authors had a Daddy. Which would be more logical?
“Now, stand up and take your pants off,” he commanded.
“You can’t make me get naked! We’re at work! Anyone could see us.”
“How would they see us?”
Sammi looked around and realized there were no windows in his office. He had already locked the door as well.
“Umm, well, you’ll see,” she started off.
“They won’t see us. I can promise you that, but if you’re really worried, I can take you back to my place and spank you there,” he suggested.
“No, thank you,” she rushed out.
If she went to his house, it became more real. Here, she could have the spanking and it wouldn’t mean as much. That was a lie, but it was something she was trying to think about. Things were changing fast, and Sammi was just trying to wrap her brain around it all.
“My Little One has manners. Such a good girl.”
Sammi couldn’t help but blush at his words and squeeze her legs together. Just hearing him call her Little One— his Little One—and good girl was the highlight of her day. It made her tingle all over.
“Does someone like being called my Little One? My good girl?”
She was quiet, she just stared at him. Should she admit it? He already knew.
“I think you do but aren’t ready to admit it yet. That’s okay, we’ve got time,” he gently said. “Now, stand up and pull down your pants and underwear.”
“Do I have to?” she whined.
“I only spank on bare skin. I need to be able to see your bottom to check I’m not spanking you too much.”
She sat there, not moving. She didn’t want to be naked.
“Is it a hard limit?” he asked.
Was it? Or was she just a little uncomfortable and worried? The door was locked, and there were no windows, so no one could walk in.
“No,” she whispered.
“So, stand up and pull your pants and underwear down.”
But Sammi still didn’t move.
“One.”
Why was he counting?
“Two.”
She sucked in a breath as she realized he was counting to three for her to do it. Standing quickly, her hands shook as she tried to unbutton her jeans.
“They won’t come undone!” she yelled. “You can’t shout at me when they won’t come undone.”
“Shhh, you’re okay.”
She shook her head. “You’re counting to three. I need to get them off before you get to three, but they won’t come down.”
Tears of frustration and panic slid down her face as she tried to undo her pants again.
“Why don’t they ever come unfasten when I need them to?”
Daddy placed his hands over hers, stilling her movements. “You’re okay. Still having trouble with them?”
“Yes,” she whined.
“Let Daddy do it. You won’t get into more trouble.”
He let go of her hands, and she dropped them to her side. Daddy carefully unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down with her panties. Her hands immediately went to cover herself. He could see everything with where his head was placed.
“Did Daddy say you could cover yourself?” he asked, looking up at her.
Sammi shook her head, not trusting her voice.
“Correct, Daddy didn’t, so why are you hiding from me?”
She couldn’t bring herself to stop it. She had always had a crush on Gene. Never in her life did she think she would be standing in front of him without any pants or underwear on.
Sammi had dreamed about it several times, fantasized about it even, but this was different. Surely, it would never happen in her dreams or fantasies. She was also so much more confident in her body in her dreams, but in real life, she was self-conscious. She had lost a lot of weight recently. She was so thin that you could see her bones a little, but no matter how much she ate, it was never enough.
“Little One?” Daddy brought her back from her thoughts. “Are you with me, or are you with the princesses?”
“Not fairies?” she asked.
“No, I can see you more with princesses since you are one.”
Sammi just blinked at him like he was crazy. She definitely wasn’t a princess, far from it.
“Now, get your cute bottom over my lap,” Daddy said.
She stood in front of him, not knowing how to get on his lap. She had never done this before. Was there a right way to do it?
“Come on.” Daddy grabbed her hand. “It’s going to be a little awkward on this chair, but we’ll make it work.”
“Or we just don’t have to do it,” she whispered.
Daddy chuckled. “Not happening. You and I both know you need this.”
It was true, but it didn’t mean she had to really want it. Daddy helped her over his lap, her bottom in the air.
“You let me know if anything starts to hurt,” he said. “We’ll stop and put you in a different position.”
“Even if it’s my bottom?”
“Nope. You need to say your safe word for that.”
“Red.”
“That your safe word?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl. Say red if you need to, and I’ll stop immediately. That doesn’t mean you’ll get out of the punishment. Just means we’ll talk about it and figure out what we need to change.”
It was like he knew her train of thought.
“Ready?” He rubbed her bottom.
“Am I ever going to be ready for a spanking?” she grumbled. “No.”
“But think of it afterward. All the guilt will be gone, and you’ll have a clean slate.”
She took a deep breath and tensed her body, waiting for him to start. But he just continued to rub her bottom for several more seconds. Her body slowly started to relax as his hand stopped touching her.
“Whe—” she started but yelled out as his hand landed on her bottom. “Owie!”
Daddy didn’t let up, though. His hand came down several more times, peppering her bottom with swats. She cried out and wiggled, trying to get away from him.
“Please,” she begged. “Stop!”
“Not yet, Little One.”
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.
Tears were dripping down her face as he continued. His other hand pressed on her back, keeping her in place as she tried to get away from him.
“Hold still,” he said, spanking her some more.
Sammi lost count of how many swats Daddy had given her.
“Stop!” she cried out. “Please!”
“Almost there.”
She didn’t know how much longer she could take. Was it ever going to end? Sammi sobbed as Daddy started to spank her sit spot. Her whole body went limp over his lap as another one landed.
Tears and snot were streaming down her face as Daddy maneuvered her body so she was sitting on his lap. Hissing, she tried to lift her bottom, but Daddy kept her in place.
“You’re okay, Little One,” he whispered. “All is forgiven now.”
Sammi continued to cry into his chest, her hand gripping his shirt as he ran his hand up and down her back.
“I’ve got you,” he gently said. “Such a good girl for taking your punishment so well.”
She didn’t know how long they sat there, but she didn’t care. Daddy was whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she quieted.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Daddy’s got you. All is forgiven now.”
Sammi pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment so well,” he gently said.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yes, Little One. So proud.”
She leaned into him again and rested her face on his chest. His steady heartbeat helped calm her racing one.
“I’ve got to go back to work,” she whispered.
“No, you’re going to go home.”
Pulling away from him again, she shook her head. “I’ve got work to do.”
“You had a couple more boxes to package up. I bet Nolan has taken care of that. Go home and get some rest, okay?”
“No, I should do my work.”
“Little One, it’s okay. We all help each other out. The other day, I know you did some extra work at the fields because Eddie needed to take one of his kids to the doctor,” Daddy pointed out. “We all help each other. Don’t worry about it.”
Sammi didn’t like it.
“Go home. Do you want me to drive you?” he asked.
“No, I need to walk to clear my head,” she whispered.
“I don’t know if I like you walking all by yourself.”
“I’ve done it all my life on and off even with my car. Nothing bad has happened, and nothing bad will happen. I watch my surroundings,” she pointed out.
Not all the time, but still, nothing had ever happened. She needed to be careful with Deccan and his men. Were they ever going to approach her? She didn’t know, and Sammi didn’t want to think about it too much.
“I can drop you off in a couple of minutes,” Daddy suggested. “I just have something I need to get done first.”
“No, it’s okay. I want to walk. I promise to make sure I am vigilant and look at my surroundings.”
He sighed. “I don’t like it.”
“But you’re going to deal with it?”
“Just this one time. Don’t get used to it.” He tapped her nose.
Smiling, she got off Daddy’s lap, and he helped her put her pants back on.
“If you feel different, out of sorts, upset, moody, depressed, or anything different, you call me immediately. Understood?”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“Good girl.” He tapped her bottom.
She whined and rubbed the spot he’d just made sore again.
“Ah, no rubbing. Now, I want you to text me when you get home so I know you got there safely. If you don’t, I’ll come find you.”
“Okay, I will. I’ll see you later.”
Sammi walked out of his office and toward the main road. It was getting colder each day, which made her walk seem so much farther. Was she going to be able to keep this up? Was she going to have to get a cab to take her to work every morning? What would Daddy think? She had lied to him about her car.
“Sammi.” Nolan tipped his head. “Going home?”
“Yes, I am. Gene told me I should,” she replied.
“Good. That’s good. Bet you need rest after what just happened.” He wiggled his eyebrows, walking off.