Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest as she stripped out of her panties and tights. And not in the fun way, either. Normally before a punishment she was feeling more excited than nervous. But with Samuel Eaton, she often found those two emotions flipped. Perhaps because with Master Derek she’d always known he would respect her wishes when it came to being treated like a Little. She knew, more or less, what a punishment from him would entail.
With Samuel, she had no idea. Would it just be a spanking? Or was he planning to follow through on this promise to wash her mouth out with soap?
She got her answer when she returned to the living room and found a pad of paper, a pen, a bar of soap, and a small wooden paddle all sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
“Don’t you think this is all a bit… much?” she asked, shoving her hands behind her, as if that alone could protect her from her Daddy’s wrath.
“Let’s see.” Holding up one hand, he counted off fingers. “ Throwing a tantrum because you didn’t want to follow Daddy’s instructions certainly falls under ‘giving Daddy attitude’. Then there’s the fact you not only used naughty words, you called Daddy a very naughty name in the process. And let’s not forget disobeying Daddy and trying to sneak around with the shoes I explicitly told you not to wear.”
“You already punished me for that last one.”
“Oh, my sweet little girl. That was only to give you something to think about the rest of the afternoon, and hopefully to ensure you would behave yourself until I finished with my classes. But thank you for reminding me to ask if you need to use the bathroom before we begin.”
This was going to be a long, long night. “No.”
“Good. Then the plug can stay in your naughty bottom until you’re ready to ask Daddy to remove it for you.”
Jesus, could this possibly get any more mortifying? The knots in her stomach tightened, and she folded her arms over her chest as if she could protect herself from the humiliation and disappointment. “Whatever.”
The look he sent her way clearly said he was not happy with her answer. “Since your mouth has been the main source of your trouble today, let’s start there. Bring me the soap, please, Eliza.”
She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do less than pick up that damn soap and hand it to him. But since she wouldn’t put it past him to add something crazy like wearing a diaper or drinking from a bottle to her punishment, she didn’t fight him.
“Thank you,” he said when she handed him the soap. “Go stand beside the kitchen sink, with your hands behind your head.”
As much as she wanted to beg him not to punish her, she had too much pride. So she stomped her way to the kitchen and stood in front of the sink, her fingers linked together behind her head as instructed.
“Good girl. It makes Daddy very happy when you follow instructions.”
Humiliation burned in her cheeks as he lifted her skirt, tucking the ends into the waistband and leaving her bottom exposed to the room. Thank god they were alone. Despite her assertion the day before that she’d been spanked in public too many times to be embarrassed by it, she knew that being punished by Daddy in front of her friends would be more than she could bear. She couldn’t explain why it was so different, it just felt so much worse than a spanking from a random employee or even Master Derek.
Once her skirt was in place, he unwrapped the soap and ran it under the faucet until it was good and slippery. “Open,” he commanded, holding the bar up to her lips.
Even Master Derek had never washed her mouth out. The unknown of it sent a shiver of fear up her spine as the acrid smell of it filled her nose. “Don’t wanna,” she managed to say without opening her mouth enough to give him access.
“The longer I stand here waiting, the longer it will be before you’re allowed to rinse.”
Fuck . Screwing her eyes shut, she forced her lips to part.
And immediately regretted every decision that had led her to this moment. The soap was bitter on her tongue and when she gagged, it burned the back of her throat. Samuel scrubbed the bar over her tongue, until every inch was covered in a slimy film.
Oh thank god , she thought when he pulled the bar away. It’s over .
But it wasn’t over. Samuel set the bar aside, but he did not reach for the glass of water sitting beside it. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gag .
Not just any gag, she realized with growing horror as he held it up to her mouth. A pacifier gag.
Clamping her mouth shut, she shook her head. Getting her mouth washed out was punishment enough. No fucking way was she sucking on a pacifier, too.
“Eliza.” His voice was stern enough to have tears pooling in her eyes. Or perhaps it was the taste of the soap making her cry. “Open your mouth.”
Again she shook her head, though this time she added a silent pleading look his direction.
“Big girls follow Daddy’s instructions. Naughty babies throw tantrums and refuse to do as they’re told. If you’re going to act like a naughty baby, I’ll be forced to treat you like one.”
If she’d been willing to risk opening her mouth, she would have pointed out that forcing her to suck on a pacifier was already treating her like a baby.
When she kept her mouth firmly shut, he sighed. “You have until the count of three to open your mouth, Eliza Jane. After three, I will go get a diaper and you will spend the rest of the night as Daddy’s naughty baby. One.”
Fuck fuck fuck. A pacifier sucked but a diaper… she thought she might actually die of humiliation if he put her in a diaper.
“Two.”
Screwing her eyes shut, she forced her lips open.
“Good girl. Thank you for listening to Daddy, Eliza.”
Rubber slipped between her lips a moment before the leather straps wrapped around her head. Instinctively, she sucked on the rubber tip, which also meant sucking on the soap bubbles coating her tongue. And she wished with everything she had that she hadn’t lost her temper and cussed at him.
Something hard tapped against her bottom and she inhaled sharply through her nose. Which only served to fill her throat with stinging bubbles as her Daddy began to lecture.
“I do not have a problem with you disagreeing with me, little girl. I do not, for the most part, have any issue with you arguing with me as long as you do so respectfully. Do you think calling your Daddy ‘fucking ridiculous’ or a bastard is at all respectful?”
Since her mouth was full of soap and pacifier, all she could do was shake her head in response.
“No, it was not. Which is why you’re going to stand here with your mouth full of soap while Daddy paddles your naughty bottom. It’s ten for each naughty word, and another ten for the tantrum you threw over changing your shoes.”
Pain exploded across her right cheek, followed almost immediately by an equally hard swat to her left. She instinctively clenched her bottom in response, and she was reminded rather painfully of the plug still lodged firmly between her cheeks.
“My Little girl does not use those naughty words.”
Two more swats of the paddle had tears streaming down her cheeks and soap burning her throat as she sobbed.
“My Little girl certainly does not call her Daddy disrespectful names.”
She wasn’t a Little. She was not . But as the paddle fell again and again, she felt exactly like a naughty Little girl being taken to task by her Daddy. And the more he spanked, the harder she cried, and the harder she cried, the harder she sucked on the pacifier, and the harder she sucked on the pacifier the more her mouth foamed with bitter bubbles until she was quite certain every naughty word she’d ever known had been washed clean out of her mouth .
After what seemed like eternity, the spanking stopped and he unbuckled the gag, gently pulling the pacifier from between her teeth.
“There we go. You can rinse your mouth out now, little one.”
Choking on a sob, she took the glass he pressed into her hand and filled her mouth with water. She swished it around before spitting it into the sink and repeating the process over and over until the glass was empty.
And then she was in his arms, cradled to his chest like a baby as he carried her to the couch.
“That’s it. Cry as much as you need to, little one. Daddy’s got you.”
For reasons unknown even to her, at his words the tears came even hotter and faster than before. Clinging to him, she wept, soaking his shirt straight through with her tears. She wept until it finally felt like she had nothing left in her to cry anymore.
When that finally happened, she let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him.
“Feel better, little one?”
“No.”
His chest vibrated with laughter. “Are you telling fibs, naughty girl?”
“No.” Her response came out more as a whine this time, which might have embarrassed her if she’d had the energy to be embarrassed. “I just feel stuffy and puffy and my head hurts.”
“Understandable, after such a big cry. Here.” Leaning to the side, he snagged a tissue from the box on the end table and held it up to her nose. But when she tried to take it from him, he pulled it away and sent her a warning look. “That’s for Daddy to do. Blow.”
“I can blow my own nose, Samuel. ”
He raised an eyebrow, sending the butterflies in her tummy dancing. “Your bottom must not be sore enough if you’re still fighting me.”
“It’s plenty sore! You’re just being unreasonable again.”
“No, I’m being a Daddy. More to the point, I’m being your Daddy. Blow your nose, or I’ll have to assume you haven’t learned your lesson about disobeying your Daddy.”
Because she had, for once in her life, learned her lesson, she dropped her hands with a sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pressed the tissue to her nose, pinching lightly. “Blow.”
Apparently she wasn’t too tired to feel embarrassed, after all. Her entire body flushed hot with humiliation as she blew into the tissue.
“Good girl. Again.”
They repeated the process until she was more or less cleared out. “You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” A smile curved his lips as he brushed a few soaked tendrils of hair from her face. “I enjoy taking care of you, Eliza. I know it embarrasses you, which I find rather adorable if I’m being honest. But it makes me happy to coddle you a bit, especially after a harsh punishment. And I’m guessing you haven’t had much coddling in your life.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never given it much thought.” But now that he’d put the question in her mind, she was struggling to think of anyone who had ever babied her the way he had. As a child she’d been given the best education money could buy, and she knew her parents loved her but no, she couldn’t say they’d ever really coddled her.
And at the Ranch, well, she’d been such a holy terror from the moment she stepped through the doors she supposed she hadn’t really given anyone a chance to do more than punish her every time they turned around .
Which was how she liked it. Being in trouble normally turned her on, like a lot , and she was at her most comfortable when she was causing some kind of mischief.
Although she wasn’t turned on right now. At all. She was tired and sore and all she wanted was to curl up in bed with her bear and take a nap.
What the hell was wrong with her? It wasn’t even like that was the worst spanking she’d ever had. But she’d also never cried like that after a punishment, either. A few tears here and there, sure, but she’d never broken down weeping in someone’s arms.
“What are you thinking so hard about, little one?”
“Nothing.” He could spank her again if he wanted to, but there was absolutely no way she was telling him everything that had just gone through her mind.
To her surprise, he didn’t scold her. He simply cupped her cheek in his large hand, and when she looked up at him, his smile had turned sad. “I hope one day you’ll trust me enough to tell me.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know you, Eliza. I’m not interested in simply being your guardian and punishing you when you’re naughty. I want to learn every piece of you, inside and out. I want to learn what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. Your favorite colors, your favorite flavor of ice cream. I want to know you, and I hope you’ll trust me enough someday to let me in.”
The air caught in her throat at his words. “You just met me. How can you want all of that with someone you’ve just met?”
Chuckling softly, he brushed his thumb across her cheek, and she belatedly realized she was crying again. “I have a confession. Master Derek told me all about you when he emailed me about taking the position here at the University. The moment he sent me a picture of you, I knew I wanted you to be my Little girl.”
“You can’t possibly know that from a picture.”
“I would have said the same thing a few months ago. I’m a man of logic and reason, Eliza. But I am also humble enough to know that there are forces at work in this world beyond human comprehension. And I believe those forces brought you to me.”
“You’re a Daddy. I don’t want a Daddy.” She might be feeling very confused about a lot of things, but that one point remained true.
Didn’t it?
“A bit of a sticking point, to be sure. But I think we can find a way that works for both of us, if you’re willing to give it a try.”
“I don’t know. This is all… a lot.”
“Fair enough. You can have as much time as you need to think about it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and her chest ached in response to the sweet, simple gesture. “For now, we have a punishment to finish.”
Groaning, she snuggled into him. “Couldn’t you just hold me, instead?”
It was manipulative, and she knew it, but she really, really didn’t want another spanking.
“After you finish your lines, Daddy will hold you as long as you want. Deal?”
Any other time, she would prefer a spanking to writing lines, but she was so sore already she nearly sighed with relief. “Deal.”
“Good girl. Go sit at the kitchen table.”
“Couldn’t I sit on the couch? Please?”
“No. Sitting on a hard wooden chair on that freshly spanked bottom is part of your punishment.”
Groaning loudly, she rose from his lap and shuffled her way to the kitchen, where she gingerly lowered herself onto a chair. Between the plug and the spanking, she was positively miserable from the moment her ass hit the seat.
Samuel joined her a moment later to place the pad of paper and pen in front of her. “One hundred of this line.” He tapped the top of the pad.
I will listen to Daddy, even when I think he’s being unreasonable.
Heat rushed to her cheeks. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”
“I think it should get my point across. You have until dinner arrives to finish, so I suggest you get started.”
“What’s for dinner?” she asked as she picked up the pen and carefully wrote out her first sentence.
“We’ve both had a long day. I was thinking about ordering a pizza.”
“I like pizza.” Her stomach twisted a little as she wrote out the line a second time. Was that the guilt Kylie had mentioned at breakfast?
“Pepperoni?”
“The best.”
“One pepperoni pizza, coming up, then.”