31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BETSY
B etsy glared at Daddy. He was being extremely mean.
“Stop glaring at Daddy and get your bottom over here.”
“No,” she stayed in her spot.
“No?”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what I said. Did you not hear or understand?”
“Betsy. Get over here now!”
She shook her head.
“I want to go out with Bonnie and Storm to the movies!”
They had talked about meeting up together to watch a new movie coming out. It had been several days since they had visited and she wanted to see them again. She wanted to hang out and talk about anything and everything girls wanted to talk about.
"Betsy, come now," Daddy commanded.
"No! I want to go out with them and you are being a meanie!"
He really was. Sure, it was a little dangerous for her to go out right now but she wanted to hang out with the girls. Betsy couldn't remember the last time she hung out with a group of girls and had fun.
These people got her, they understood the part of her she had tried to keep a secret for so long. She didn't have to hide her Little side when she was with them.
"You made me hang out with them alone in my room while you talked to them several days ago, wanting me to make friends. I do and when I want to hang out with them you say no! Do you want me to have friends or not?" She asked, fed up with everything.
"That isn't true. I do want you to have fun and have friends but you need to take a guard with you."
That was what they were fighting over. The stupid guard who was going to have to walk with her everywhere.
"I don't want a guard with me! I don't want them to hear the conversations I have with Storm and Bonnie. What if they report back to you what I say? What if I need to talk to the girls about something so I can figure it out before I come to you?"
That was her worry. She didn't really mind if the person came or not. It was for her safety but Daddy had said he would need to be close to her to make sure nothing happened. That since they didn't know who the person was, the guards couldn't be several feet away but had to be right behind her.
That was no fun.
Who wanted someone to eavesdrop on a conversation. She would feel like she wouldn't be able to talk about anything. Not unless she wanted it reported back to Daddy.
"Baby, they won't. If you want to go out, you need to take a guard with you. Maybe even two. We don't know who this person is and I don't want to take any chances."
"You say they won't but I feel like they are going to! They work for Rogan and you work for Rogan. If I say something, they are going to report to you and Rogan," she exclaimed. "Rogan already doesn't like me!"
"That isn't true. You guys just started off on the wrong foot, but he likes you."
Betsy cocked her hip out and gave him a look. "He doesn't like me. He is just putting up with me right now because Bonnie wants to be my friend. I'm pretty sure if Bonnie wasn't in the picture I would be dead by now."
Daddy growled. "You would not. I would not allow it."
But then Daddy would die if Rogan did kill her. Which wasn't going to happen. Daddy shouldn't have Rogan kill him if he killed her.
It didn't make any sense at all.
But then again, them being so close didn't make any sense either.
"I still don't want them that close to me. I don't want them to hear what I have to say to Bonnie and Storm. It's girl time!" She raised her voice. "Can I have a female guard? Wait. No. I don't want a female guard. She'll still tell you something if I tell the girls. I just need them to stay away while I talk with the girls."
Daddy stared at her for a couple of seconds.
"I want to be semi normal when I talk to them. I don't want to know that they are paying attention to every word I say. I won't be able to say anything or have fun. I'm worried they will talk to you or Rogan about what I said!"
Betsy took a deep breath in.
"For all I know, the guards could be reporting to Rogan my every move so if I slip up, he'll send me away or kill me! I don't want to have to worry about that."
It was a huge concern of hers. She had messed up in the beginning and she was trying to make it better. But she couldn't do that if the guard was looming over her shoulder.
"The guard won't do either of those things. The only thing they will be reporting back to me is if something bad happens or you say something really concerning like killing yourself or getting another note and not telling Daddy."
"I still don't want it! You said they weren't going to report to you and yet you just say they would report to you!"
"Baby."
"Don't Baby me."
"You won't be the only one with guards. Storm and Bonnie will also have guards. I know this for a fact because I've heard from their Daddies that they don't like it either. But it's something you are going to have to get used to if you want to go out," he explained. "This time it will be Dane, but the other times we'll actually find a permanent guard. Someone you and I both like. Someone you are comfortable with. And they won't always be so close to you, but right now they have to be."
"Why can't I just use one of their guards?"
"Because they will be watching over the other girls. I want one person just focused on you and your safety. Just like Rogan and Miles want one person to watch over their girls."
"I don't want it," she stomped her foot.
She didn't want to have one guard on her so close.
Daddy raised his eyebrow. "You can go with a bodyguard and have him be close to you or you don't go at all. Those are your only two options."
Anger bubbled inside of her. She didn't want to have a guard close to her. Was Daddy not listening?
"You are a piece of shit!" she yelled. "You aren't paying attention to me at all. You aren't paying attention to what I am saying."
"Over my lap, now."
Daddy was already sitting on the couch and she was standing near the front door. She didn't move, not wanting to get close to him.
"Now."
She shook her head. "I don't want to."
"You have to the count of three to get over my lap."
She stayed still, not believing that he was actually going to count.
"One."
She stayed still. He wasn't going to continue counting to three. There was no way.
"Two." Her eyes went wide and before she knew it, she ran over to him, launching herself over his lap.
"Next time you come right away. I shouldn't have to count," Daddy growled.
Before she could do anything, Daddy pulled her pants and underwear down, completely exposing her.
"Daddy! No!" she yelled.
"Stay still."
"Daddy! I don't deserve a spanking."
He placed a hand on her back, stilling her.
"Betsy."
"What?" she wailed.
"You called Daddy a piece of shit, you stomped your foot, you called me a meanie, you were rude."
"Daddy!"
"You will be getting a spanking and then all will be forgiven."
"Daddy," she whimpered.
"You do not call anyone a piece of shit. You do not call people that. You do not curse. You do not stomp your foot and you do not be rude to people."
She knew all of that was bad and she did feel a little bad, but he was being rude to her.
"You are being rude to me though," she whined.
"How?"
"You won't let me go out."
"That is not what I said. I said you could go out with a guard close by or you could stay home. I gave you an option of going out, you just didn't like that you were going to have a guard next to you."
"I didn't want that though."
"I know you didn't, but that is the only way you are going to go out. You will always have a guard if I am not there with you. It's non negotiable. I'm sorry, but with who I work with, you have to bring a guard with you now."
She sighed. Betsy knew and she also knew she probably would have gotten a body guard if she got big in the hacking world just in case. But that was so far off and she wasn't ready for it yet.
"Now, let's get onto the punishment. This is going to be fast and hard."
That's what he said.
She held back her giggle. Now was not the time to be thinking about that or giggling. It was serious.
"Ready?"
"How many am I getting?"
"Until I think it is enough. You always have your safe word if you need to use it, but know that if you use it, the punishment will just be changed to something else if there is still some left."
Yeah, she wasn't about to say her safe word to get out of the punishment. She knew there were worse things he could be doing. Ginger up her bottom, corner time with an anal plug in, or writing lines while Daddy brought her to the brink of an orgasm only to not let her come.
Yeah, there were definitely a lot of worse things. She was not here for that.
"Ready?"
"Yes, Daddy."
She thought he would wait a couple of seconds to start spanking her, but as he uttered those words, he started to spank her.
"Ouchie!" she yelled, wiggling her bottom.
She didn't want to get spanked.
"Stay still for Daddy."
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.
They came down fast and hard, just like he said. Not giving her enough time to catch her breath or yell out in pain. But as he took a couple second pause, her bottom started to throb.
"Daddy!" she yelled.
"Almost there."
But was she really?
Daddy continued to spank her, moving the spot he hit her with every spank. Some landed on her sit spot, others landed on her bottom cheeks.
"Daddy!" She cried out, tears dripping down her face.
But Daddy didn't stop spanking her. If anything, his spankings got faster and harder.
Betsy wiggled some more, trying to get away from it, but Daddy's hand on her back kept her in place.
"Almost there."
She didn't know how much more she was able to take. Would she have to use her safe word? Was she going to have to take some other punishment?
Her whole body went limp as she gave up fighting Daddy on moving her bottom. Sobs wracked her body but no more spankings came down.
"You're okay," Daddy whispered, moving her body.
She was sitting on Daddy's lap, her face in his neck as he held her, rocking ever so slightly to calm her down.
"Such a good girl for taking your punishment. All is done and forgiven."
She continued to cry into his chest, releasing all the emotions.
"You're okay."
He rubbed her back as she slowly started to calm down. Her bottom was on fire from the spanking. How was she ever going to be able to sit?
"All is forgiven now."
Betsy slightly pulled back, sniffling several times. Daddy reached out his arm, grabbing a tissue. She went to grab it, but Daddy gave her a look.
"Daddy is going to blow your nose."
She wrinkled it. That was disgusting.
"No making faces. Daddy is going to blow your nose. Daddy likes doing things for you."
He held the tissue up to her nose, gently grabbing it.
"Blow."
She blew, making a face as he pulled the tissue away.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She shook her head but then nodded. She loved him doing things for her, but at the same time it was a little disgusting that he wanted to blow her nose.
"Daddy loves you," he kissed her lips.
"I love you too."