Chapter 2 #4
He grabbed my wrist the second I was within reach, using the surprise to make me lose my balance and pull me flat on his lap.
I landed with my stomach against his thighs, and the tips of my toes barely grazed the floor.
He released my wrist, and I threw my arms in front of me trying to catch myself by pressing my palms on the ground.
I could barely reach it on that side too.
What are you doing?! I shrieked. Have you gone insane?
The answer was yes. I knew that when he wrapped an arm around my waist and used his free hand to lower my shorts and panties.
Chris! Oh my God, stop.
I don’t know if I truly didn’t expect what came next, or if I was lying to myself, but when his palm connected with my left ass cheek, the gasp that left me was nothing compared to the pain I felt.
It registered seconds later.
What the fuck. That hurt!
He did it again, harder this time.
You’re hurting me! Stop!
And again.
I counted five alternative spanks before he finally spoke.
Are you ready to listen?
No! What the hell is wrong with you?
Another five and, believe me, I was ready to listen. I was ready to give him anything for it to stop.
Those are my limits, Sweets. The cute nickname he had for me took a whole new meaning in this position.
If you misbehave, you get punished. If you challenge me, you get punished.
If you try to make me jealous, he chuckled to himself, like this was all a joke to him, baby, just don’t.
You’re mine. Do you understand? Don’t take my need for control as a joke. You’ll regret it.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He rained slaps on my ass until I was openly sobbing on his lap.
Please, I begged. Chris…I can’t.
Are you sorry?
Yes. I’m sorry.
But even he knew I had no idea what I was sorry for. The blood had rushed to my head, the pain had numbed my brain.
Now tell Daddy you’re sorry for being a bad girl. Tell me you’ll have no date for the ball.
My heart stopped. Had I heard him right?
The next spank brought me back to life.
I c-can’t say that.
He massaged my burning cheeks, and that’s when I realized the boner that was pressing against my stomach. Worst, when he pushed a finger between my pussy lips, the wetness brought an embarrassing red to my cheeks.
I gasped when he pressed a single digit against my soaking entrance.
I don’t understand, I mumbled in shame.
That’s okay, he soothed me. I do. All you need is to put your trust in me. Slowly, he pushed a finger inside me. Now say, I’m sorry Daddy for being a bad girl.
Chris…
Just trust me. I would never make you do something you can’t take.
Was that true? Did he really know if I could take it or not? There was only one way to find out.
I—I’m sorry…I gulped, I fought it, but the pleasure that came with giving in was too much to resist. D-daddy.
What for, Sweets?
For being a bad girl.
He hummed his approval, adding a second finger to the one pleasuring me. And who are you going to the ball with?
I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing my moan when I answered, no one.
That’s a good girl.
He didn’t let me come. Because apparently that was part of the punishment too. He watched me squirm the whole time we were exercising. From the pain of my burning ass and the need for him to satiate me.
That day I not only discovered the limits like he called them. I also discovered I loved pushing them.
And oh, the reaction Daddy had when I showed up with Sylvan at the ball. I wish I’d taken a picture of it. At least I have a memory of the punishment that came that night.
I curse myself when I realize my hand got lost under my sleeping shorts again. I hate touching myself to the memories of him. I just can’t help it.
After that first punishment, things went further.
I came to learn being with a man that felt the need to protect and control came with perks I hadn’t thought of.
Chris needed to know I was happy and safe.
That included taking care of me, taking me shopping, making sure I was fed, happy, comfortable around him.
It followed us to the bedroom too, he wanted me satiated.
He never had an orgasm before I did. Everything was catered to make me the center of his attention.
As long as I gave him what he wanted, and as long as I was a good girl for him.
I did extensive research into Daddy kink at that point. Went through every website I could. I didn’t find out why it turned him on so much to take care of me, or why it made me so wet when he would praise me, why I loved calling him Daddy or why he loved hearing it.
But I did find comfort in finding out it wasn’t just us, and that it was more common than I thought.
I decided to ignore the link to my personal daddy issues and my relationship with my father. I simply didn’t want to get into it.
We were both discovering our needs one sexual encounter at a time, and we had no shame in the things we wanted to try. He was more experienced–I wasn’t the first girl he did this with–but we learned a lot together, and that’s what made me love him the hardest.
The bastard made me fall in love with him. He built me exactly like he wanted, gave me the world, and all that was left was for us was to tell Luke we were in love. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was meant to be worth it.