Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Kiera
Papa holds my hand as he guides me through the bustling village of Hurrna. Excitement abounds within me. Never in my life did I imagine I might one day travel beyond the borders of Zochal. A sense of adventure fills me, and I know it’s only the beginning.
According to Papa, I’m going to live for thousands of years. Because I’m his mate, my lifespan will match his. My pulse quickens as I think about all the places we might visit during that time, all the villages that border the Dark Forest.
I’m also eager to explore the forest itself, and it’s a relief to know the animals will defer to me.
Papa says the bears, wolves, wildcats, and other predators will leave me alone.
A smile tugs at my lips as I remember his exact words.
I’m the only beast in this forest that will try to eat you, little girl.
As we head for the marketplace, I’m stunned by the reaction of the villagers.
Or rather, the lack of a reaction. Some greet us with friendly smiles, while others nod politely as they walk by.
No one stops to gawk at Papa, and no one tries to attack us.
I doubt we would receive this sort of warm reception in Zochal.
I suspect if Papa walked the streets of my home village, the Elders would call for his blood.
My antlered mate leads me toward a stall that contains piles of readymade dresses, as well as undergarments and other clothing items. The vendor rushes to help me select a few gowns, and several minutes later, we depart the stall with a box containing more clothing than I ever imagined I might own in one lifetime.
“Thank you for the dresses, Papa. They’re all so beautiful.” I squeeze his hand and shoot him a warm smile.
“You’re very welcome, little girl.” He carries the huge box tucked beneath his arm, and we round a corner in the marketplace and approach another row of stalls.
“But where did you get those gold coins you used to pay?” I whisper.
“Do you have a job that I don’t know about?
” I can’t imagine the gods provide him with gold coins in exchange for his service as a forest guardian, and I can’t help my curiosity over the massive bag of gold he’s carrying in his pocket.
“Some of it comes from the hunters I encounter in the forest. Many of them become so frightened when they see me, that they beg me not to kill them and offer me gold coins, which I happily accept.” He chuckles.
“I also pan for gold in some of the streams, and I exchange the rough pieces I find for pressed coins here in Hurrna.”
“Will you take me panning for gold, Papa? Please? It sounds fun.”
“Yes, I will take you panning for gold. But not today. We still have some more shopping to do.”
“Okay, Papa. Thank you.” I beam inwardly, grateful for the turn my life has taken. I’ve only been mated to Papa for a week, but it’s been the happiest week of my existence. I adore him. I’m definitely falling in love with him. Yes, this quickly.
He guides me past the vendors and into a cobbler’s shop, where I’m fitted for a variety of shoes. Papa buys me boots, sandals, and even several comfortable pairs of slippers.
“Thank you for the shoes, Papa,” I say as we exit the shop. I giggle. “I’m starting to feel rather spoiled.”
He smiles down at me, and he releases my hand so he can drape an arm around my shoulders.
He pulls me close as we continue down the street.
“You’re my Little girl, and I’m your Papa.
I find myself wanting to indulge you. But don’t worry.
If you begin to display an attitude or behave in an entitled manner, I know just how to deal with you. ”
I flush. Yes, I suppose he does know how to deal with me. I resist the urge to reach back and rub my sore bottom. It’s still tender from the brief but hard spanking he gave me this morning. All because I’d pushed him away and refused to get out of bed when he woke me up too early.
“Ah, I like making you blush, little girl.” He growls and reaches down to apply a quick swat to my bottom.
I gasp and try to move away, but he pulls me close and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Papa!” I say in a chiding tone. “Papa, someone might see!”
He chuckles and guides me into a darkened alley. He sets the boxes down and gathers me into his arms. I pout up at him, though I’m not too upset, just mildly embarrassed. I’m not sure if any of the villagers witnessed the swat.
“Hm. That look you’re giving me isn’t very appropriate.
I daresay you are displaying the sort of attitude that requires swift correction.
” He’s using the stern but affectionate Papa-voice I like so much, and I flush again as a quiver of desire rushes through me.
My core clenches and my breath hitches. His nostrils flare, and he gives me a knowing look.
“Papa, I don’t have an attitude,” I say, though I can’t seem to erase the pout from my face, and I eventually give up trying, and I release a dramatic huff.
“I know a Little girl who’s just earned herself a spanking.”
I feel my eyes go wide. “But Papa! We’re in public. You can’t spank me here!” I glance at the street. We’re in a rather secluded area of the village, and we’re in a darkened alley, but still, the idea of someone bearing witness to Papa spanking me is deeply embarrassing.
It’s also deeply arousing. My pussy won’t stop spasming, and I find myself pressing my thighs tightly together as the ache in my core intensifies.
“If you don’t want to be spanked in public, little girl, then I suggest you learn to behave in public.
” He guides me to face the brick wall of a building, then forces me to jut my bottom out.
As I peer over my shoulder at him, he cups my ass and gives me a scolding look.
“I think all that pouting has earned you five quick but hard smacks. Hold still and accept your punishment, and I’ll deliver those smacks over your clothing.
If you continue arguing or try to escape, I won’t hesitate to flip up your skirt and spank your bare bottom. ”
I gasp at his threat, and I resolve that I’ll accept the five smacks without any argument. I glance at the street again. I just hope no one walks by as Papa punishes me. Shame heats my face.
Papa brings his flattened palm down across my cheeks with a resounding crack, once, twice, and then he pauses.
“Oh!” I resist the urge to rise on my toes.
He administers the final three smacks in rapid succession. Somehow, I manage to hold still and accept the stinging blows. He turns me to face him, and as he holds me close, I feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection. His gaze is heated.
“I think we’d better hurry home.” He leans closer and takes a long inhale, and I know he’s detected my arousal. “Papa’s Little girl is getting wet, aren’t you?”
Anticipation courses through me, and I’m thankful the village isn’t too far from the cabin. “Yes, Papa,” I finally reply. “I’m getting very wet. For you.”
He releases a savage growl, then he leads me home.