Chapter 11 #2
“Do we rub without Daddy’s permission?” he barked. “You can use that hand to lower your pants.”
“You mean we’re not done?” she wailed.
“Not even close, Sprite. There’s still the matter of you trying to climb down the side of Books-N-Brews. Now get those pants all the way off.”
It didn’t even occur to her to object. It seemed as natural as… Old Jaxon and Tazzy. She worked to do as he said, wiggling and bouncing to get her pants down, leaving her panties in place. Tears leaked from the outer corners of her eyes, dripping down onto the front of her shirt.
She didn’t dare to turn and look, but there had been no footsteps. There she stood, in her panties, waiting to be spanked again. An hour ago, she would never have believed it.
He waited until her pants were around her knees to speak. “You won’t be needing those panties, either.”
That’s when she really started crying, trying to sound as pitiful as she could. If it affected him at all, he didn’t say anything. There was nothing for it but to lower her panties, too. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her like this before.
But why did it feel so novel? Sure, Old Jaxon had seen Old Tazzy, but those were two different people. This felt… new and different.
She stood there, hands itching to rub her aching bottom. When a drawer opened and shut, alarm shot through every cell of her body.
Before she could process that, his hand was back on her arm, and he was leading her back to the couch. Too soon, she was right back over his knee.
“Now,” he said, “let’s talk about rappelling without training or a safety net.”
As ominous as what he said was, it was the familiar feel of the smooth leather paddle he was using to rub circles on her bottom that filled her with dread.
She remembered that paddle. He’d named it Tazzy’s Tantrum Tamer.
She had another name for it that would certainly earn her more swats if she ever dared say it aloud.
When had he snuck that evil implement of ass destruction into her house?
He began tapping her bottom lightly. “Do we really need to go over anything else about why you’re getting spanked for doing something so dangerous?”
“N-no,” she answered. Please God, don’t let there be anything else.
The tapping grew harder, “No, who, Tazzy?”
“No…Daddy,” she whimpered. Despite the pain of the punishment, relief flowed through her.
“That’s my good girl. It’s a count of fifteen.”
Nothing could have prepared her for the first smack. White-hot pain lit up the entire center of her bottom. He’d gotten the paddle specially made, thick enough to be both thuddy and stingy.
The second blow robbed her of the ability to breathe.
“Ow!” she shouted. She couldn’t have held it back if she’d wanted to. “I’m sorry!”
He didn’t hesitate. The swats fell hard and fast. The paddle cracked across her already tender skin. She lost the ability to hold still. She kicked and screamed and promised him that the very idea of rappelling would never cross her mind again. Not in a million years.
Had she thought his hand was as hard as a paddle? This was so much worse, lighting her bottom on fire. It would not surprise her if her rear end set the couch on fire when she sat down. No, “if” she sat on it. As if he’d read her mind, the last four swats focused on her sit spots.
That’s when she broke... completely.
She sobbed. Big, fat, wailing sobs that wracked her entire body. She cried and begged him, “Please, Daddy. Ow! Owie! I’m sorry, Daddy.”
She wailed for the pain to stop. For the life she’d lost. For the fear she had of the future. She didn’t even realize he’d stopped spanking her.
He rubbed her back. “I’m proud of you, little one. You took your punishment and so much more. You are such a good girl.”
Her sobs of release, forgiveness, and longing slowed until no fresh tears fell, and only her shoulders still shook. She focused on her breathing as Jaxon gently caressed her sore bottom.
Tazzy twisted her head to look back over her shoulder and saw pain etched in the furrow of his brow as he rubbed his eyes. She reached back with one shaky hand and touched his thigh. “Daddy?”
He looked down at her. “Yeah, baby?”
“You are hurting too,” she whispered. “I can see it.”
Jaxon let out a slow breath and nodded. “This is not about me right now. This is about taking care of you.”
Fresh tears slipped free, but these felt different. Cleaner. She let them fall while he continued to rub her sore bottom in slow circles.
It gave her time to think.
She had fought him so hard at first, but now the relief of surrender settled into her bones. There was safety here, too. And not only safety, but something a wall could never provide. Love. Here was the Daddy she had missed with every piece of her heart.
He helped her up, pulling her onto his lap, mindful of her tender backside. She curled against his chest, face buried in his shirt, and let the last of the sobs fade away. His arms wrapped around her tight, one hand still resting possessively on her hot bottom.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured against her hair. “Let it all out. Daddy has you now, and I’m never letting go again.”
Tazzy nodded against him, “I was so scared to give in. I thought, if I let you in, it would mean I was weak. Or that you would leave again.”
“I know, baby. But you are not weak. Needing your Daddy does not make you weak. It makes you mine. And I am never leaving you again. Not for the General. Not for anything. You hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I never stopped loving you, not really. Even when I tried so hard to hate you, I couldn’t do it.”
“I never stopped loving you either. Not a day went by without me thinking about you. Every night I promised myself I would come back and make things right. Now I have the chance to do just that. We have a lot more talking to do, but right now I just want to hold my girl and let her know she is safe.”
She snuggled closer, her punished bottom resting warm on his thighs. He kept one hand on her back and the other cupping her sore cheek, offering both comfort and a quiet reminder of the consequences she had just accepted.
They sat like that for a long time. The quiet house wrapped around them like a cocoon.
Tazzy felt the last eight years begin to fade into the background.
The pain, the separation, the fear, all of it started to lose its grip now that she rested in his arms again.
When it came down to it, she had chosen him.
She had called him Daddy and meant it. She had taken her punishment and come out the other side softer and more open than before.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We are going to figure out the rest together. The General doesn’t get to control us anymore. You and me, Sprite. That’s all that matters now.”
Tazzy let out a shaky sigh and nodded. “You and me, Daddy.”
Now she knew that the last eight years had all been leading up to this moment. She would spend the rest of her life making sure he never regretted coming home to her.
The sun had dipped lower in the sky by the time her breathing grew steady and calm.
Jaxon kept holding her, content to let the world outside stay far away for a little while longer.
His hand continued its gentle strokes along her back while his other palm rested warm on her bottom, a silent promise that he would always be here to correct her when she needed it and to love her through every storm.
Into the evening, they sat, quiet and still.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, babygirl.”
‘Did I ever thank you for not giving up on me?”
Tazzy shifted once and winced when her tender flesh pressed against his thigh. He chuckled softly and rubbed the sore spot with careful fingers.
“Sore?” he asked, voice warm with amusement and affection.
She nodded against his chest.
“You don’t need to thank me for breathing.”
“I don’t understand, Daddy.”
“Giving up on you would be like giving up on breathing. I need both in order to live.”
“I understand, Daddy. Can I tell you something else?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’m very sore. But it’s not a bad sore. It’s a good sore. Like everything got cleaned out.”
“That is exactly what it was supposed to do,” he told her. “You were carrying a heavy burden. The guilt. The anger. The fear. Now it’s gone, and all that’s left is my good girl who knows her Daddy loves her and will always keep her safe.”
She lifted her head and looked at him with those beautiful eyes that still held a hint of vulnerability. “I know that now.”
“I will never give up on you, Tazzy. You’re my Sprite, and I’m your Daddy. I’m afraid you are stuck with me.”
A small smile tugged at her lips for the first time since they had come home. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “I think I like being stuck with you, and I’m not afraid anymore.”
He captured her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that spoke of possession and promise and all the years they had yet to share. When he pulled back, her cheeks carried a fresh flush that had nothing to do with her spanking.
“We still have a lot to talk about,” he reminded her gently. “But not right now. Right now, you need to rest in your Daddy’s arms and know you are loved.”
Tazzy nodded and settled back against his chest with a contented sigh. She was finally back where she was always meant to be. No more fighting. Jaxon was home. Everything he’d done had been for her.
And her Daddy was right. Now was the time for being in his arms.
But the “resting” part… well, that wasn’t happening.