Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Sam
She was pretty sure her grip on the countertop was the only thing keeping her from floating away into space. Well that and Dylan’s hands on her hips, holding her still as he moved in closer.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Daddy Dylan was back, his words strong and unyielding. Not that he’d ever truly left, but before when he’d been explaining himself, they’d felt more like equals.
Now, though? Now she felt exactly like what he’d called her. A naughty Little girl who needed Daddy to punish her and love on her and spoil her rotten.
Fucking hell.
“Daddy’s going to take you back to the living room and you’re going to get a very long, hard spanking on your bare bottom.
Then Daddy’s going to order us some dinner, and you can choose between Little time or Big girl time.
Whichever you choose, Daddy will tuck you into bed no later than ten. Understood?”
“Ten is too early. I usually go to bed around eleven-thirty.”
“I know. And you wake up with bags under your eyes. Bedtime is ten on work nights, but we can negotiate a later bedtime on the weekends if you don’t argue with me during the week.”
The insult of it stabbed at her, turning her tone sulky. “Just what every woman wants, to be told she has bags under her eyes.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. “They don’t make you any less beautiful, baby. But they do make me worry that you’re not getting enough rest.”
“I’ve been a single mom for over twenty years. I don’t even know what rest is.”
“Well, Daddy’s here now, so you’re going to get rest whether you like it or not. Understood?”
A sassy retort burned on her tongue. But honestly, it just felt so damn nice to be cared for, to not be the one making sure everyone else was being taken care of for once, that she didn’t have the heart to give it a voice.
So instead, she gave him the words she knew he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Triumph flashed in his eyes. “Good girl. Are you ready for your spanking?”
“Couldn’t we just skip that part and start over?”
“Nice try, babygirl. But no. Come with Daddy.”
Taking her hand, he led her back to the living room, where he sat in the middle of her couch and looked up at her, a crooked, boyish smile on his face.
God, he was so young. What the hell was she doing? Fucking him was bad enough, but letting him play Daddy, putting herself in his hands, letting him boss her around?
Weird. And wrong.
“I can see your brain working overtime, baby. Don’t overthink this. Just let Daddy take care of you.”
Let Daddy take care of you. “You make it sound so easy.” Tears were already burning her eyes and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her.
“I know it won’t be, not at first. But you promised to give me a chance, and part of that means trusting me to take care of you.”
Right. She had agreed to that, hadn’t she?
Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand back in his and let herself be pulled over his lap. And tried not to think about all the dimples on her ass when he tugged her panties down to her knees. Which was hard as hell considering he was staring right at said ass, dimples and all.
Even harder when he ran his hand over the generous swell of her backside, squeezing the soft flesh. “Tell Daddy why you’re getting this pretty bottom spanked, Samantha Kay.”
“How do you know my middle name?”
“I peeked at your driver’s license. Now answer the question, little girl, unless you want me to start adding strokes with my belt.”
His belt? Talk about her wildest fantasies come to life. It was tempting to put that threat to the test, but considering she hadn’t even been spanked yet, maybe it would be better to start small.
“Because I cussed at you. I’m really sorry.”
“Apology accepted, baby. But just know that I will not allow you to disrespect our relationship with those naughty words. Am I making myself perfectly clear, little girl?”
Well, he certainly had the lecturing part down, didn’t he? Every word from his lips settled like a rock in her stomach, until she felt every bit a naughty, bratty Little girl ready to be punished by her Daddy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m going to spank you now. What’s your safeword?”
“I don’t have one. I’ve, um, never really done this before.”
“Then we’ll stick to the basics. Red to stop, yellow to pause, green for good to go. Can you remember that for me, baby?”
She was really starting to get addicted to the sound of him calling her “baby” in that deep, crooning voice of his. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl.”
Warmth bloomed inside her at his words. Was this really what she’d been missing out on all this time? Sweet praise and loving little touches that made her heart trip in her chest and her palms sweat?
Maybe she really did need a Daddy.
A sharp sting spread across her right asscheek and it took her a moment to realize that he’d spanked her.
Hard.
Holy crap, who knew her son’s hot nerdy best friend had a hand like a fucking wooden board?
Before she could even react, another swat fell, and she kicked her feet against the cushions as the sting spread. “Ow! Dylan, you’re doing it too hard!”
Two more hard, heavy swats landed, just a bit lower than the first. “At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s supposed to hurt, little girl. This isn’t a fun spanking. This is the spanking naughty girls get when they cuss at their Daddies.”
For the first time, the weight of what she’d done really hit her. She hadn’t just overreacted; she’d lashed out and acted in a way she never would have accepted from anyone else. If it had been him cussing at her the way she had at him, she would have kicked him out of her house.
A heaviness settled in her chest as the swats continued to rain down on her defenseless bottom. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with the tears sticking in her throat.
“I know you are, baby. You’re a good girl who just did something naughty. Daddy’s going to help you remember for next time and help you get rid of all those yucky feelings you’re keeping bottled up inside.”
Was she really that transparent? Or was he just better at this whole Daddy business than she’d given him credit for?
Either way, it was working. Between his words and the pain building in her bottom as his hand connected with her bare skin over and over, she’d never felt so submissive, so Little in her entire life.
And at some point, without even making the conscious decision to do so, she simply gave herself over to it.
Surrendered to her Daddy’s discipline and let herself be nothing more than a naughty Little girl getting her bare bottom spanked.
Not that she went quietly. There were plenty of tears and begging and struggling to escape his punishing hand. But Daddy never missed a beat, holding her in place no matter how hard she fought him.
Until, at last, she broke. Collapsing over his lap as the tears came hot and fast, her bottom burning more than she’d ever realized was possible.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured softly, his now gentle hand stroking her bare skin. “Let it out all out, baby. Daddy’s right here. You don’t have to be strong with me.”
At his words, the steady stream of tears turned to choking sobs. She couldn’t even speak as he helped her sit up so he could cradle her in his arms while she wept.
For the first time in longer than she could remember, she let herself just feel. Without pretense, without worrying that she was burdening someone with her emotions. She simply let the feelings come, let them overwhelm her, until she finally couldn’t cry another tear.
Exhausted, hollowed out in the best possible way, she dropped her head onto Dylan’s shoulder with a sigh. “That was… intense.”
“I’m guessing you really needed that cry.”
“Guess I did.” But now that she’d had it, embarrassment began to creep into those hollow places. “Sorry. I know that was a total overreaction to a little spanking.”
“You are just determined to find out what Daddy’s belt feels like across your bare bottom tonight, aren’t you?”
Worry and excitement twisted her stomach into a giant knot. “I didn’t even do nothin’ wrong!”
Oh, god. She was sliding headfirst into her Little space, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“Apologizing for just being human and having emotions is definitely a spankable offense.” Tightening his hold on her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead that did nothing to stop her Little from taking control. “But I know you’ve had a hard day, so I’m going to let it pass this once.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came out on a long, drawn-out sigh that had Dylan’s chest rumbling with laughter.
“Dramatic little brat.” Again he graced her with one of those sweet forehead kisses. “I know I said you could choose Little time or Big girl time after your spanking, but right now I think you need some Little time. Let’s go get you changed into a pair of jammies.”
She was too deep into her Little space to even be embarrassed by her nakedness when he helped her to her feet and out of her panties. Taking her hand, he started toward her bedroom, but she pulled on his hand to stop him.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re going the wrong way.”
Brows drawing together in confusion, he glanced toward her bedroom. “Don’t you keep your clothes in your room?”
“I keep all my grown-up clothes in there. All my Little stuff is in my playroom.”
“Ah.” The confusion cleared and he grinned at her. “That makes sense. To the playroom, then, if you’re okay with me going in there now.”
There didn’t seem to be much point in keeping him out considering he’d already seen the room. And her naked ass. Really, there wasn’t any reason for her to hide much of anything from him now.
Still, she hesitated. For so long that room had been her sanctuary. The one place in the world that was hers and hers alone, where she could be the most authentic version of herself. Sharing that with him meant exposing a part of herself she’d kept hidden and secret from even her closest friends.
But if Dylan was really going to be her Daddy, then he was going to have to accept those most secret parts of her. So once again, she gathered her courage and prepared to lay herself bare for him.
“Yes, Daddy. You can see my playroom.”