Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Dylan
His babygirl let out another low whine as she shifted from being bent over his knee to being bent over the edge of the bed, her bare bottom raised high and waiting for his discipline.
Thankfully, despite how hard he’d paddled her earlier, there didn’t appear to be any lingering bruises though he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn she was still experiencing some soreness when she sat down. And if she wasn’t now, she certainly would be in the morning.
Good.
Picking up the first switch, which he’d carefully trimmed down before bringing it inside for his babygirl, he gave it a few testing swings.
Partially to get the feel for it, since he’d never actually used a switch before, but mostly so he could watch the way his babygirl’s bottom tensed at the sound.
She did not disappoint.
“You are my Little girl, Samantha Kay. And while I am not going to embarrass you in front of anyone, especially your son, I do expect you to obey our rules even if I’m not around. So when Ethan asked if you wanted a beer, what should you have said?”
“I shoulda said no. But it’s rude to turn people down like that!”
Did she even know how very Little she sounded just then? With her voice all sulky and whiny?
Music to his ears.
But no matter how adorable he found her, she needed him to be firm. “Samantha Kay, I know good and well you are capable of turning down a drink politely. Which is exactly what I expect you to do the next time you’re in a situation like you were today. Am I making myself understood?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Raising a brow, even though she couldn’t actually see him, he raised his arm and brought the switch down across the fullest part of her ass. His babygirl squealed into the comforter as she rose up onto her toes, and he watched, enthralled, as a bright red line appeared on her skin.
“Is that how you answer me, little girl?”
“No, Daddy! I’m sorry!”
“Much better. So let’s try this again. Am I making my expectations for you crystal clear, Samantha Kay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. The next time you decide to outright disobey me like you did not just once but three times today, I don’t care where we are or who we are with, I will drag you somewhere nice and secluded to remind you of your place in our relationship.”
With that warning, he brought the switch down across her gorgeous ass again, indulging himself with the sight of her dancing on her tiptoes in response.
Her bottom jiggled delightfully with every movement, the base of the plug winking at him as her muscles clenched and then loosened again, and he had to reach down to readjust himself in his pants.
He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her.
The first switch broke after six strokes, so he grabbed the second and picked up where he left off. With every strike of the switch, his babygirl whimpered and squealed and whined and begged for mercy.
And by the time the third switch broke, her quivering bottom was covered with tiny, crisscrossing welts.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
Dropping the final switch, he stepped forward and reached for the base of the plug to pull it free. “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy and follow your rules from now on, Sammie-girl?”
A sweet, submissive little sniffle, and then she nodded. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Setting the plug aside, he undid the buckle of his belt, grinning at the visible shiver that raced up her spine at the sound. “But Daddy needs to be very, very sure you keep that promise.”
Sam
Ow, ow, ow.
Her skin was on fire. A hundred little fires had broken out all over her bottom, and no amount of wiggling or shifting eased the burn.
She was never, ever going to disobey her Daddy again.
A vow she repeated to herself when the blunt head of her Daddy’s cock pressed against her bottom hole, forcing her to open for him. Now the burn was everywhere, on the surface of her skin and deep inside her bottom as his thick cock stretched her open.
“Daddy, please.” The words came out on a broken sob, ripped from her as the pain bordered on too much. “I can’t. It hurts.”
The forward motion stopped and his hands came to rest on her bottom, gently stroking the scorched flesh. “Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”
Did she? Closing her eyes, she focused on the pain. And there was pain, but it wasn’t more than she could take, and it didn’t feel like anything was actually wrong.
“N-no, Daddy.”
“You sure, baby? What about lube? Do we need some more?”
“Oh. Am I allowed to ask for that?”
“Of course you can ask, baby. I want to punish you, not cause permanent damage.”
That was good to know. Well, she knew that, but it was good to be reminded this punishment was going to hurt but she was going to be okay once it was all over.
Behind her, he shifted, and a moment later she felt the cool splash of lube. And then he was moving again, and she nearly sighed with relief.
“Better, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” A groan met her ears as he pushed forward, burying himself inside her, the heat of his hips pressing against her welted bottom. “Fucking hell, you feel amazing, Sammie-girl. And your bottom looks so pretty like this, all covered with welts and full of Daddy’s cock.”
His praise washed over her, caressing every inch of her like a physical touch. Whimpering, she pressed her face into the comforter, desperate to smother the sound so she wouldn’t be overheard.
“That’s my good girl.” Sliding his hand over her hip, he rolled the swollen nub of her clit beneath his finger.
Pleasure flooded her, boiled in her veins with every stroke of his hand, with every thrust of his hip.
“My good fucking baby. You’re taking your punishment so well, Sammie-girl.
Can you come for me like this? With your poor little bottom so sore and stuffed with Daddy’s cock? ”
Words were beyond her. Pain and pleasure were the only language she knew now, a language she spoke in gasps and whimpers and sobs as he moved inside her.
“Come for me, babygirl. Daddy’s not going to fill this pretty bottom until you come at least once.”
More. She needed more, to push her over that edge he’d brought her so close to. Gripping the comforter, she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts as he fucked her bottom with slow, sure strokes.
His laughter rumbled in her ear. “Is that what you need, Sammie-girl? Do you need Daddy to fuck your ass hard and fast so you remember who you belong to every time you sit down tomorrow?”
Yes. God, yes. Still unable to form the words, she nodded, frantic jerks of her head she hoped conveyed how badly she needed exactly that.
“As you wish, babygirl.”
And with that, everything about him changed. He was no longer her sweet, if strict Daddy, teaching her a careful lesson. With a fingersnap, he became a feral thing, fucking her, claiming her with such brutal intensity her vision wavered as pain and pleasure melded into one.
Someone screamed. She was vaguely aware of the sound, drowned out as it was by the roaring of her blood in her ears as everything inside her fractured.
Shattered. Molten rivers of pleasure flooded her veins, and all she knew was this room, this man who made her feel things she’d long since given up on ever feeling.
“Fuck!” Slamming into her with one final, burning thrust, Dylan collapsed against her, his breaths coming in fast, shuddering gasps as he filled that most forbidden place with his cum.
They lay there just like that for what seemed like hours before he finally pressed a kiss to her shoulder and pulled free of her. “Come on, babygirl. Let’s get you showered and into bed. It’s well past your bedtime.”
“Mmm. Okay, Daddy.”
Floating still, she let herself be led into her shower, where he took his time washing and kissing every inch of her between murmured words of praise.
“You took your punishment so well, baby.”
“My good, good girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
“Look at how pretty you are, Sammie-girl, with Daddy’s marks all over you.”
By the time he helped her into a pair of fresh pajamas and into bed, she couldn’t have fought sleep if she’d tried. And for the first time in twenty years, she wondered if falling in love might actually be worth the risks.