Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Sam
Her Daddy was a sadistic asshole.
For the last several hours, she’d been trying her damndest to focus on the movies in front of her and not her impending punishment.
She’d failed rather spectacularly. Just as he’d planned.
See? Asshole.
Needless to say, by the time the final end credits scene played, she was a bundle of nervous energy. So much so that she was nearly vibrating with it when he leaned over, his voice low for only her to hear, and whispered in her ear.
“Bedtime, babygirl.”
“It’s only ten,” she whispered back, knowing it wouldn’t actually help but desperate to stall for time.
“Samantha.”
“What are you two whispering about over there?”
Ethan. There was no way Dylan would push the issue of her bedtime in front of him. “Just trying to decide if we’re up for another movie.”
Her son’s smile flashed. Whatever they’d talked about while she’d been finishing her lunch, Ethan seemed back to his usual self and they’d enjoyed a lovely afternoon together with the next few movies on their list. Thank god.
She still wasn’t sure what she would have done if she’d had to choose between him and Dylan.
“It’s only ten. Night’s still young. I’m going to grab another beer, anyone want one?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Maybe turning down the offer of another drink would win her some points with the man seated next to her.
But judging by the look he pinned her with when Ethan disappeared into the kitchen, probably not.
“Pushing your luck, babygirl.”
“But it’s the weekend.” Pouting up at him, she placed a hand on his chest and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. “Can’t I stay up for one more movie, Daddy?”
“If you hadn’t been so naughty earlier and if you had asked me ahead of time, we might have been able to negotiate a later bedtime. But you were a very naughty Little girl, weren’t you, Sammie?”
He’d deliberately used her “Little” nickname and damn him, it was working. A guilty flush crept into her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right. So when Ethan comes back, you are going to tell him you’re more tired than you realized and you will excuse yourself to go to bed. And then we are going to have a very long discussion about what it means to obey your Daddy.”
Before she could argue further, Ethan returned, beer in one hand and the bag of chips Dylan had picked up for him in the other.
“All right,” he said as he dropped down into the armchair he’d claimed earlier.
“I think we’re up to Iron Man 2 since you heathens insisted on watching in chronological order instead of release order as God intended. ”
She should be a good girl and tell him she was tired like Daddy had told her to. God knew she was already in so much trouble.
But going to bed meant facing whatever devious punishment her Daddy had in mind. And, well, if she was being entirely honest with herself she just didn’t want to. Her son was home and she wanted to spend time with him.
And that was that, as far as she was concerned.
“Sounds right,” she said instead, reaching for the remote to hit play on the next movie in their lineup.
Beside her, Dylan stiffened but didn’t contradict her. Which ironically only served to heighten her awareness of him and how very, very naughty she was being.
When a few minutes passed without him dragging her off to bed, she tried to relax. But just when she was finally settling in, her phone buzzed.
Daddy:
You are in so much trouble, naughty girl.
Need flared between her thighs at the simple, direct message.
Sam:
I’m sorry.
Daddy:
Oh, you are certainly going to be when I’m through with you.
That shouldn’t be so fucking hot. Shouldn’t have her pussy aching to be filled by him. Especially in front of her son.
And yet, she had to fight the urge to squirm in her seat as she read the message over and over. As she was reading, another message came through.
Daddy:
I’m going to let you choose your punishment for breaking the no alcohol without asking rule AND refusing to go to bed on time. Option one, a week with no orgasms, including tonight when I fuck that pretty little bottom of yours before bed.
Oh, god. He was pissed. Understandably so, but somehow she’d convinced herself the punishment wouldn’t be that bad.
Sam:
What’s option two?
Daddy:
After the movie, I go outside and cut a switch to wear out on your naughty bottom before I fill it with my cum.
Great. So either way he was going to do… that tonight. The question was, did she want her first switching with her son in the house or would she rather go an entire week without being allowed to come?
Sam:
If I take option two, do I get to come tonight?
Daddy:
As long as you are a good girl and do exactly as you’re told the rest of the night, yes.
Sam:
Then I guess I’ll take the switching.
Daddy:
All right. As soon as the movie is over, you will say goodnight to Ethan, do all of your regular bedtime routine activities, and then you will plant yourself in the corner of your bedroom to think about why you’re about to get your bottom thoroughly welted and fucked.
Sam:
Yes, Daddy.
Daddy:
Good girl.
It was pretty much impossible to concentrate on the movie after that, and she was nearly weak with relief when the final end credits scene wrapped up.
“Okay, I am actually really tired now.” Heart pounding, she rose from the couch and made a show of stretching. “Night, boys. Don’t stay up too late.”
That last comment earned her an amused look from her Daddy. “Night, babygirl.”
“Do you have to keep calling her that?” Ethan asked with a groan. “It’s fucking weird.”
“I know.” Clearly enjoying himself, Dylan shot his best friend a grin. “Watching you make that face is half the fun.”
Rolling her eyes at their bickering, she made her way to her bedroom to begin the process of getting ready for bed.
Use the bathroom, brush her teeth, change into a pair of pajamas.
The last seemed rather pointless since she was just going to be pulling her shorts and panties down anyway for her corner time and Daddy was probably going to strip her naked before he…
Despite being completely alone with her thoughts, heat flooded her cheeks as she moved to the corner to tug her pajama bottoms to her knees.
They’d talked about butt stuff, and he’d been using plugs on her fairly regularly since their trip to Atlanta, but talking about it was wildly different than actually doing it.
And that didn’t even take into account the fact that she knew he was only doing it tonight because she’d been so naughty. Which was an embarrassment all of its own, knowing that she’d deliberately disobeyed him so badly he was prepared to punish her bottom inside and out.
Thank god Ethan wouldn’t be able to hear anything, what with his bedroom being clear on the opposite side of the house. But still.
Her arms, which she’d been holding behind her head this entire time, were starting to ache like she’d done a hundred push-ups by the time she heard the bedroom door open behind her.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight? Come here, babygirl.”
Turning, she dropped her arms to her sides and shuffled to the bed, her gaze locking on the three long, thin branches laid out on her comforter. “I thought you were cutting a switch.”
His expression turned smug as he settled on the edge of the bed, pulling her between his spread thighs. “Any good Daddy knows you need to be prepared for a switch to break before you’re done with it. Over my knee, naughty girl, so we can get that pretty bottom prepped for Daddy’s cock.”
Groaning at the reminder of the painful punishment coming her way, she let herself be guided over his left knee. “I’m really sorry, Daddy. I promise I won’t do it again!”
“Hmm.” One hand gripped her bottom, spreading her cheeks for the cold lube he slathered on her exposed hole. “What won’t you do again, babygirl?”
“Um.” It was really hard to think with him rubbing and prodding her bottom hole like that.
But if she didn’t answer correctly he’d assume she wasn’t taking his punishment seriously.
And that was the last thing she needed. “I won’t break any of our rules or ignore you when you say it’s time for bed! ”
“Good girl. I don’t expect you’ll be able to keep that promise, but I appreciate that you understand why you’re in so much trouble tonight.
” As he spoke, he pushed one thick finger inside her, stretching her in a way that had fresh humiliation rushing to her cheeks.
“Now, let’s talk about why you’ve been so very naughty today.
First with the brownie, then the beer, and then bedtime. What’s wrong with my babygirl?”
“I don’t know.” A second finger joined the first, stretching her with a pinch and a burn that drew a loud whine from her as she struggled not to wriggle away. “It’s just… hard.”
“What’s hard, baby?”
“That! I’m not a baby! I’m a grown woman, I should be able to decide when I get to have a brownie or a drink or when I go to bed.”
“Hmm.” The fingers in her ass moved and spread, forcing her muscles to give way to him. “That might make sense except for one very vital detail you seem to be forgetting.”
“Wh-what’s that?”
Wrapping his free hand around her ponytail, he pulled her head up, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.
“You absolutely are my baby. When you go to work, you get to be as adult as you want. But the second you walk back through that door, you are mine. Which means you follow my rules, or you will be punished. Do you understand me, Samantha Kay?”
All the books she’d read, all the fantasies she’d had didn’t hold a candle to the reality of her Daddy claiming her so clearly, his voice so rough and possessive and demanding.
So even though she still had some Very Big Feelings about her current situation, she forced the words he wanted past her lips. “Y-yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl. I know it’s hard, letting yourself be so small and vulnerable, especially with a man so much younger than you. I can’t tell you how much I value your submission, babygirl.”
“Really?” Warmth spread through her chest. Somehow, she’d never really given any thought to how he felt about her submitting to him this way. He’d always spoken in terms of what she needed from their relationship.
Knowing she was giving something back to him, that he valued this thing she’d wanted so bad for so long… it was a hell of a drug.
“Absolutely, baby. It means the fucking world to me that you’re willing to put that kind of faith in me.” A low, wicked chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Unfortunately for you, that also means I take my job as your Daddy very seriously. Including punishing this naughty little bottom.”
His fingers left her and a moment later something hard and thick pressed against her aching hole. “You could take it a little less seriously, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh, I think you very much would mind, babygirl.” The plug worked its way into her ass, stretching her even more than his fingers had.
And it didn’t escape her notice that he hadn’t used nearly as much lube as he normally did, which only added to the burning sensation as he forced her to open for him.
“Little girls need structure and routine. You would be so disappointed if Daddy let you get away with being naughty. Wouldn’t you, baby? ”
Deep down, in those dark parts of her soul, the parts she was most ashamed of, she knew he was right. For whatever reason, she craved this. Craved his dominance, his strict discipline. Craved the pain and the cleansing that pain brought.
But she couldn’t bring herself to actually say those words out loud, so she settled for a pitiful whine as the plug settled into place. It was much larger than the ones they’d been playing with since Atlanta, but not nearly as large as her Daddy’s cock.
“All right, babygirl. Stand up and bend over the side of the bed so Daddy can try out these pretty switches.”