Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Sam
Oh man. She was in so much trouble.
Heart pounding, she forced herself to turn and face her Daddy. Her very stern, very disappointed Daddy.
Ugh.
Her gaze shifted to the shiny paddle in his hand and she swore she could feel the blood drain from her face. The paddle looked just as heavy if not heavier than her hairbrush, and she had a feeling she was going to be sitting gingerly the rest of the day.
“Samantha, if I have to tell you again, I am going to start adding strokes with my belt. Come. Here.”
With a shocked squeak, she hurried forward. She might not know how bad this spanking was going to be, but she was absolutely sure she didn’t want to make it any worse.
Stopping in front of him, she looked up into his pale eyes, and his face blurred as tears pooled on her lashes. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
His expressions softened, but only a fraction. “I know, baby. But you understand why Daddy has to punish you, right?”
Punish. God, the things that single word did to her insides, twisting her up into a pretzel of nerves and need. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me.”
Blinking up at him, she sniffled back the tears. “What?”
“Tell Daddy why you need to be punished, Samantha.”
Oh, god. He wasn’t really going to make her say it, was he?
But one look at the determined set of his jaw was all it took for her to know that yes, yes he absolutely was going to make her say it out loud.
Double ugh.
“Um, because I was naughty.”
“What did you do?”
“I–I tried to sneak a brownie.”
“And why was that naughty?”
A pitiful whine slipped from her lips as she shifted from one foot to the other. “Can’t you just spank me and get it over with?”
One dark eyebrow rose, sending her already racing heart beating even faster as he reached out to grip her chin, forcing her head back.
“This right here is why I’m making you spell it out for me, little girl.
You are going to learn, one way or another, that you are not in charge.
Daddy makes the rules, you follow the rules. Do you understand me, Samantha?”
Oh, god. That was so fucking hot. Terrifying, but hot. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then tell me why it was naughty for you to get a brownie.”
“Be-because you told me I couldn’t have one until lunch.”
“And why did Daddy tell you that you couldn’t have a brownie?”
Feeling more Little than she could ever remember, she sniffled again as fresh tears swam in her eyes. “Because I didn’t finish my fruit at breakfast.”
“That’s right. And it’s Daddy’s job to make sure his Little girl is properly taken care of. Which means fruits and veggies and protein first, sweet treats last. Do you understand why Daddy made that rule, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” She knew, logically, and as a mother she’d had very similar rules for her own kid growing up.
That didn’t make it any easier to follow those rules when she was eyeball-deep in her Little space, apparently.
“Good. Now, Daddy’s going to take those pretty panties down and spank your bottom until it’s red and glowing so that the next time you’re tempted to break a rule that’s meant to keep you safe and healthy you have a reason to think twice. Come with me.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her over to the couch. But instead of sitting down and pulling her right over his lap like she’d expected, he gestured to the pile of stuffies still piled in the corner. “Pick a friend to hold onto during your spanking, baby.”
It took all of two seconds for her to reach for Doc Ock. Not because he was her favorite, but because Daddy had bought him for her, and she had a feeling she was going to need a reminder of how much her Daddy cared about her while she was getting her butt roasted.
“Good girl.” Dropping her hand, he gently lifted her other friends from the couch, settling them all on the floor before settling himself on the cushions.
The pure sweetness of the gesture made her chest ache in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
An ache that could be a definite complication in her plans for an uncomplicated summer fling.
But then he was pulling her down over his lap, and all she could think about was how much trouble she was in. Clutching Doc Ock in her arms, she buried her face in his soft fur as Daddy pulled her panties down to her knees, his hard hand coming to rest on her bare bottom.
“I want you to know I’m not angry with you, baby. But I am very disappointed that you chose to disobey me just because you didn’t think my rules were worth listening to. While I’m spanking you, I want you to think about that, about what it means to respect your Daddy.”
The word disappointed landed heavy in her chest, pushing all the air out of her lungs. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, so quietly she wasn’t even sure he’d be able to hear her.
“I know, baby. And I know how hard this is for you, and I know how hard you’re trying. But if we’re going to make this relationship work, you have to listen to Daddy. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
And then he was spanking her, harder, faster than he ever had before, and it was all she could do to keep from rolling right off his lap and making a run for her bedroom.
Well, all she could do to keep from trying, anyway. She was fairly certain he wouldn’t let her get very far even if she did manage to escape the iron grip of the arm he’d wrapped around her waist.
“Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Instead of responding, he simply shifted his focus to her sensitive sit-spots, drawing a long, pained howl from her as the burn spread over every inch of her bottom.
One after another the swats fell, too fast for her to keep count.
Feet fluttering uselessly against the couch cushions, she pressed her face against her octopus friend’s softness, soaking him with her tears.
After what felt like forever, the spanking stopped, and Daddy stroked a hand over her inflamed skin.
“When Daddy gives you a rule, he expects that rule to be followed. Especially when that rule is for your health or safety. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, and I know you think it’s a ridiculous rule.
But part of being a Little girl means obeying even when you think rules are silly.
Do you understand what I’m saying, Samantha? ”
Her heart twisted in her chest. She hadn’t meant to say the rule was ridiculous, even if that was exactly what she’d been thinking at the time. “Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll never break another rule again.”
Surprisingly, his chest rumbled with laughter, even as something cool and hard tapped against her burning bottom.
“I don’t expect you to keep that promise, baby.
Little girls push boundaries; they can’t help themselves.
But when you push too far, you will end up right back here getting your bottom spanked by your Daddy. ”
A loud crack echoed around the room, accompanied by an explosion of pain across her bare skin. Burning, stinging pain, worse than anything she’d ever felt before.
“Owie!” The word came out as one long wail, dragged out into endless syllables as she kicked her feet against the couch. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! Please no more, I won’t do it again I promise!”
But her pleas and promises were only met with another crack of the paddle across her bottom, another wave of stinging agony.
Over and over again the paddle fell, scorching every inch of her ass until all the fight had been spanked right out of her and she collapsed over his lap, sobbing into her stuffie’s soft fur.
“Come here, baby.”
At his urging, she pushed up from the couch to curl up in his lap as he rocked her.
“You took your spanking like such a big girl, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
“R-really?”
“Yes, babygirl. I know that wasn’t an easy punishment but it’s all over now and you’re forgiven.”
You’re forgiven. Those words seemed to lift a hundred pounds of weight from her chest as she pressed herself closer to him. “I really am s-sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby. You’re a good girl, you just made a naughty choice. It’s okay.”
Closing her eyes, she snuggled into him with a sigh. “I could get used to this.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Getting your bottom paddled?”
“Well… yes, actually,” she admitted with a giggle of her own. “But mostly this part. The cuddling and stuff afterward. It’s just kinda nice to be held like this.”
“You know you don’t have to be naughty for Daddy to snuggle you.”
“I know. And I love cuddling with you, but there’s just something different about this.”
“I see.” Running his hand up her bare thigh, he cupped her aching ass and squeezed. “Does that mean you’re not in the mood for… more than cuddling?”
Need slammed into her, making her clit throb and her pussy weep. “But I was naughty.”
“You were.” Fingers stroking her inflamed skin, he moved his hand over her bottom. “You were a very naughty Little girl. And Daddy put you over his knee and spanked you until your bottom was red and hot and you were a very, very sorry baby. Isn’t that right, Sammie-girl?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“But now it’s all over and you’re ready to be Daddy’s good girl again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl. Lay on your back and let Daddy take care of you.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Wiggling off his lap, she stretched out on the couch beside him, letting her legs fall open while his hungry gaze raked over her.
“My pretty baby,” he crooned, settling between her thighs and pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just above her knee. “Daddy can’t wait to taste you again. Are you going to be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s tongue, baby?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy, please.”
“Good girl.”
With that, he buried his face in her aching pussy, sending pleasure arcing through her veins as he feasted.
“Daddy!” Fingers tangling in his hair, she arched up, pressing her clit more firmly against his tongue as soft whimpers slipped from her lips. “Daddy, please. I need… I need…”
In response, he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her a bit but not nearly enough. Everything in her craved him, craved the way he filled her.
Then he curled his fingers and her mind fractured, overcome by sensation. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Daddy, please. Please, please, please.”
She was trembling there on the precipice, ready to go flying at any moment when a voice shattered the spell her Daddy had woven around them, yanking her back from the edge as horror filled her chest.
“Mom?”