Chapter 24
PATRICK
Idreamed of having her over my knee since we met.
There were times during those early task force briefing when she should have stood up for herself and been more assertive.
She was smart and inquisitive. Her research skills were imaginative and creative, but she conceded her points too quickly and allowed her superiors to present ideas that were clearly hers.
“I will give you a spanking on a bare bottom.” I flipped her dress up and exposed her cute bottom covered in black cotton panties with emerald green lace. “Are you okay with that, Kylie?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I ran my hand over her firm ass a few times, warming it up before exposing her further. She shivered as my fingers brushed her sit spots.
“I don’t believe we finished our safe word conversation.” She squirmed in my lap. I ran one finger just below the lace trim, and she stilled. “What’s your safe word?”
She didn’t speak right away. I gave her a minute. “Kyl—”
“Red, sir.”
“Okay.” I patted her lightly on the left and right cheeks. “You say red and I stop and we talk about it. If you need me to slow down, or give you a minute, you can say yellow. I will check in on you periodically and ask for a color. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What color are you?”
“Green, sir.”
“Very good. I’ll warm you up a bit, and then once I deem you fully warmed up, your punishment will begin. Twenty-five spanks and your punishment will be over.”
“Twenty-five?” She twisted her head around to glare at me. “That seems like a lot.”
“Does it?” I didn’t continue that line of conversation. “Would you like me to hold your hands for you, or will you keep them out of the way? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll keep them out of the way.” She was just able to touch the ground with one hand and grip my calf with the other.
“Okay.” I pulled her panties down, resting them mid-thigh.
I made a point of averting my gaze away from her pussy.
I was already holding onto my sanity as it was.
Seeing her pretty little pussy would not help my cause.
My pants were growing tighter by the minute, and besides the kiss, this was still supposed to be about business.
She broke the rules of her job, and while I had never punished employees in this manner, Kylie was different.
I hesitated long enough. It was time to begin.
It wasn’t like I didn’t want to spank her.
I wanted to do many other things to her.
Once her punishment was over, it would change things between us, either for good or bad.
Once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop.
Not the spanking. I wouldn’t want to stop taking care of her.
Guiding her. Supervising her. Loving her.
This one moment would either solidify our relationship or push her away.
I lifted my hand and before I could change my mind, I brought it back down in the middle of her cheeks. Smack.
The sound reverberated off the ceiling and walls, followed by a small whimper.
I did it again, loving the sound of my hand connecting with her bare flesh.
The sting in my palm sent shocks through my body.
The gasps and mewling from Kylie went straight to my cock.
I continued, peppered her ass, turning it hot and a pleasant shade of red.
I paid close attention to where my hand landed, making sure it covered her ass, but I stayed away from her sit spots.
Those would sting, regardless. I’d save those until the punishment started.
“How you doing, Kylie?” I rubbed a hand over her warm skin.
She quivered on my lap but didn’t speak.
“Kylie.”
“Green, sir. Please.” She whispered.
“Please, what?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice a little stronger. I was fully erect. She was enjoying the pain.
I continued. Smack. Smack. Smack.
She kicked with her feet. I hitched her body closer to me. A whole-body shiver vibrated against my thighs. She went limp over my lap, her hands resting on the ground. Was Kylie going to reach subspace before the real punishment even started? She was very receptive. Her responsiveness fascinated me.
But I still had a punishment to dole out.
I paused and gave Kylie a little time to recover. When she gripped my calf again. I continued.
“The punishment will start now.” I rubbed a particular red spot to emphasize the pain. “I would like you to count.”
She cried out. “Oh, no.” But it was barely audible between her sniffles.
I wanted to stop. Cradle her in my arms and hold her tight.
While I enjoyed giving funsie spankings, as Kylie termed them, punishment spankings were another thing altogether.
I didn’t like my littles in anguish and pain.
No matter how it might turn me on. No, the spanking wasn’t for me; it was for my sorry little one.
“You’ve done so well with the warmup.” I rubbed her sensitive skin down her thighs to where her panties rested. I should have slid them off completely. “You ready to count, little one?” I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “My brave girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
I landed a resounding smack. It took her a moment to respond with “One.”
Then another.
“Two.”
Another.
“Three.” It came out more like a whimper, but still strong.
Numbers four and five, came out kind of defensive, and six was stubborn. By seven she had given up and accepted her punishment.
Her whimpering after each connection turned into one long sob. But she didn’t hesitate to say the number out loud, and while she was still powering through, I couldn’t stop.
“T-twenty-one,” she stuttered.
“Almost done.” I paused for a minute to readjust her on my lap. Then I switched to her sit spots.
Smack.
She gasped and growled out twenty-two. The same for the rest of the numbers. By twenty-five, she was done. Her body shook from her tears, pleading without words for it to be over.
Her ass marked with red and black marks was hot to the touch; her sit spots were an angry red. She would remember this spanking for a long time. So would I.
“That’s it, little girl.” I rubbed her back and then down her thighs.
I removed her panties altogether. And ran my hands back up her hamstrings.
Her legs splayed open more, and I didn’t have to see her arousal; I smelled it.
It wafted into the air. My mouth watered, but before I dealt with that, I had to deal with my little girl’s tears.
I gathered her into my arms and brought her upright. Her tear-soaked face broke my heart. She wouldn’t look me in the eye. I sat her on my lap. She winced from the pressure.
I shifted her, so she was straddling me. It offered her some relief. Her face buried in my neck. Her tears soaked my shirt.
“You did so well, Kylie.” I rubbed her back. She sniffled. I reached toward the sippy cup. “Here, take a small sip for me.”
“Nuh uh.” She shook her head.
“Kylie.” I held the cup to her lips. She lapped it up like a puppy, but it wasn’t enough. I set the cup down and grabbed a damp cloth. I wiped her face and sat it on the back of her neck. She moaned from the cool cloth on her warm flesh.
“Can you look at me, little one?”
She shook her head again. But then lifted her head with her eyes closed. She blinked a few times and then steadied her gaze on me.
“There you are.” I smiled and caressed her tear-soaked cheeks. She’d stopped crying, but it left her with little hiccups. It was too adorable.
“You did so well.” I kissed her lips. “So proud of you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered. “I won’t be naughty anymore.”
She buried her face against my neck again. I don’t think she even realized what she said, but it made my heart jump for joy. It had been a long time since someone called me Daddy.
God, I missed it.
“I know, baby.” I held her to me. “Your punishment isn’t quite over.”
She lifted her head and glared at me. I kissed the pout away and set her on her feet.
I gestured toward the only empty corner of the room.
“Can’t we skip that part?”
“Now what kind of Daddy would I be if I went back on my word?” I held her chin.
“A perfect one.” Her eyes brightened.
“Good thing I don’t want to be perfect.” Her head turned, and I brought it back. “I want to be honest and consistent. In the corner, you go.”
Her shoulders rose to her ears and dropped with a groan, but she ambled over to the corner. She looked back at me.
“Nose against the wall and hold up that dress so I can see my handy work.”
“Oh my goodness,” she whined, but she lifted the dress and poked her battered bottom out.
The more I stared, the harder I got. I adjusted my cock and turned my attention to the clock on the wall. Five minutes seemed like a lifetime.
Kylie remained quiet, but she fidgeted a bit while in the corner. Her sit spots were likely screaming.
“Okay.” I clapped my hands together. “Five minutes are up.”
She dropped her dress and turned around.
“Come here, baby girl.” I waved, and she shuffled back toward me and fell into my arms and buried her face once more.
I adjusted her on my lap, kissing the side of her face and her forehead.
“All’s forgiven.”
“Really?” Her tone was of genuine surprise.
“Of course.” I nudged her, and she looked up. “I promised. Once you complete your punishment, all is forgiven. We start on a clean slate.”
“I’ll never be naughty again,” she whispered.
“That’s a big promise for a little to make.” I rubbed the back of her head. “You sure you want to commit to that?”
She let out a cute little whimper but settled her head against my chest.
I lifted Kylie into my arms and grabbed her sippy cup.
She whimpered and held me tighter.
“Sh. It’s okay.” I walked over to the plush rocking chair in the room's corner. “I’ve got you.”
Her arms curled around my torso.
“Take another little sip.” I brought the cup to her lips.
She obeyed and settled in my lap.
“What do you need?” Her punishment was over, but the aftercare was just as important.
“More cuddles.” She gave me a curt nod.
“Okay.” Her body was limp. I grabbed a thin blanket from a basket next to the chair and wrapped it around her.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded. She gave me an enormous sigh, and it settled something in my soul. Something that had been in chaos without me even realizing it . The need to pay attention to someone, take care of someone, and keep them safe in a way not directly connected to my job.
I loved Rayna and Tinley. They were family, but they weren’t mine.
Through no fault of their own, being around them showed me what was missing in my life.
The change in Kyler was drastic. His last little hurt him badly, and I thought he swore off the lifestyle.
The man had a BDSM club in his backyard but never played.
Josh played, but had never claimed a little as his own.
I thought it was to show solidarity with his best friend, but then Tinley came along.
Here I was, wanting a little in my life, but not doing a thing to find one. Thankfully, she found me.
Her breathing slowed, and the cutest little snore escaped between her barely parted lips. Her hair smelled of coconuts. I kissed the top of her head and settled myself into the cushion, content to stay here for as long as my little girl needed it.
Unfortunately, her redemption tour had only just begun. She still had two stern Daddy Doms and two stubborn littles to contend with.
I hoped once she let them see the real Kylie, she could charm them the way she had charmed me.