Chapter 14
Simone
Why does my bottom hurt? I whimper as I wiggle my sore ass against Daddy’s…
Suddenly, I flip over and face him.
He’s smiling as he reaches up to tuck my hair away from my face. “Did I startle you?”
I shake my head. “No. I… I couldn’t remember why my ass was hurting.”
He lifts a brow. “Did you use a naughty word?”
I roll my eyes. “What are you going to do, spank me?”
“Oh, Simone, you naughty Little girl. I don’t think you want to use that tone with Daddy. You should probably not roll those sassy eyes either.”
“I’m kind of used to it. I’ve been sassing you for years.”
“Well, the rules just changed, so you’re going to need to adjust your attitude.”
“You can’t just change the rules all at once and expect me to fall in line,” I say, pushing all his buttons. I can’t help myself. I want to know what this man is going to do when I provoke him.
I hope he doesn’t relent. I don’t want him to. But there’s little fear of that. He’s not the sort to cave.
His chuckle makes the hairs stand up on my arms. It’s ominous. He strokes another hair from my cheek and then drags his finger across my brow and down to tap my nose. “Oh, my precious girl. The next few days are going to be very hard on you.”
“You’re going to spank me a lot?”
He laughs. “I doubt I’ll spank you at all. You enjoy it far too much. Spanking is henceforth reserved for when you’re very well-behaved.”
I gasp. “That’s not how Jameson does it.” I probably shouldn’t have said that. I know better, but it’s like I can’t help myself.
“Do I look like Jameson?”
“No, Sir.” I think it’s time to rein in some of my sass.
“Do you look like Natasha?”
“No, Sir.”
“Does Natasha like having her naughty bottom spanked?”
“No, Sir.” Natasha doesn’t like to break any rules at all. She likes it when Jameson calls her good girl . I do, too, but my naughty side is very strong. I might not hear a lot of good girls in the near future.
Daddy lifts my hand between us and examines it. “It’s only been a few weeks since classes ended. Wasn’t your hand sore from writing so many essays for your final exams?”
I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I love it when he stumps me. “Yes, Daddy. It was sore.”
“Guess you better do some flexing exercises to prepare for all the lines you’ll be writing.”
I push out my lip in a pout.
“We’ll start while I make dinner. You’ll write I will not be sassy with my Daddy one hundred times.”
I cringe. That doesn’t sound fun.
“That’s for sassing me. For cussing, you’ll write Little girls do not use dirty words one hundred times.”
This time, I wince. I know he’s not kidding.
“Every line must be legible, or you will write it again.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter.
“Would you like to break any more rules or perhaps sass me yet again?”
“No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so. I know it will take you a few days to trust that I will be firm with you, but you’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll grow tired of being punished and decide it might be more fun to follow Daddy’s rules.”
I scoot closer to him. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “That’s not fun. How will I be able to discipline you if you’re always good?” He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses them. “Now, let’s address a few things.”
“Okay.”
“How did you feel after I spanked you?”
“Uh, high.”
“Like you took drugs?”
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
“And how many times have you done drugs to know that?”
“Never. I’m just guessing that’s how it would feel.”
He smiles. “Good to know. You can’t even begin to imagine the level of punishment you would endure if I found you doing something illegal.”
“I would never, Daddy.” He knows I wouldn’t. I may be sassy, but I’m not kidding. I wouldn’t do something that would land me in serious trouble.
“But I suspect you’re right. Little girls who get spanked often feel floaty afterward.”
“Have you ever been spanked, Daddy?”
“Yep.”
I giggle. “Why?” I was kind of joking when I asked.
“Because no one should practice any form of BDSM they themselves have not experienced.”
“Oh, so you weren’t submitting to someone.”
He laughs. “No, Little one. I’ve never submitted to anyone.
Other than in arranged situations where I asked someone to use a piece of equipment on me so I would know how it feels.
I have been spanked pretty hard. I have also had many other implements used on me.
Anything I strike you with, you can assume I’ve experienced myself. ”
“Okay.” That’s kind of nice to know.
“Back to your bottom. How does it feel now?”
“Tingly and kind of sore.”
“Good sore? Or does it hurt badly enough that you want to light me on fire?”
“Daddy. That’s silly. It doesn’t hurt. It…” I draw in a slow breath, aiming for honesty. I clench my knees together as I continue, “The constant reminder is making me wet.”
“Ah. That’s good to know. I have a friend who goes to Surrender who has experience with this sort of thing. His name is Bryson. I’m going to call him and see if he’s available to talk to us.”
“ What sort of thing?” Why do we need someone to talk with us?
“Submissives who react to pain with intense pleasure. It’s not unheard of. I’ve just never dominated anyone who would have needed three orgasms instead of a good cry after the spanking I gave you.”
“Does that make me weird, Daddy?” I have no experience with spanking at all. That was my first time. I didn’t know I would even like it. It certainly didn’t bring me to tears like he expected.
“Nope. There’s no such thing as weird, Little one.
Lots of Littles get aroused from a spanking.
That’s normal. But when the spanking gets more and more intense, eventually, it hurts.
It gives them the emotional relief they need when they break and start crying.
It’s extremely cathartic. You have no frame of reference, but I suspect you got the same release.
Instead of getting it from a good cry, you got it from three intense orgasms. I’m guessing, though.
This is out of my wheelhouse. And how would you know? You’ve never experienced it either.”
I listen closely. He’s right. It’s hard to know.
While he was spanking me, all I knew was that I needed to come.
As the pain increased, my need to orgasm grew.
All I could think about was the ache I felt in my pussy with every slap of his hand.
I might have died two deaths if he hadn’t let me come.
A part of me had been concerned that he wouldn’t understand what I was feeling and give me the relief I craved.
But he did. He gave me everything I needed and then some.
“So… You’re still saying I’m weird.”
He narrows his gaze. “Are you arguing with your Daddy?”
“Depends. Do I get spanked or a timeout for arguing?”
He surprises me when he tips his head back and laughs.
I love the sound of his laugh. He’s shared it with me more and more each day.
I wouldn’t say he was always an extremely serious person, but he didn’t smile a lot in class.
Mostly, he laughed at bad English language jokes that made the students groan.
Suddenly, he shoves the covers down, rolls me onto my back, and climbs over the top of me, pinning me to the bed. He even takes my hands and lifts them over my head.
I’m not giggling now. That’s for sure. I’m instantly panting. My ass hurts from being dragged into this position, and the sting reminds me that his spanking made me horny. Or maybe the sting alone just makes me horny.
I open my mouth to speak, but I never get a chance. His lips are on mine in less than a second. He’s kissing me. On the mouth. This is new. It’s amazing.
When he licks the seam between my lips, I open for him, and then he’s not just kissing me. He’s devouring me. He moans, driving my arousal higher.
I’m naked. He’s wearing nothing but his briefs. So I tug my legs free from under him and wrap them around his waist. God, this feels good. His cock is nestled against my pussy. I’m so wet that I’m soaking his boxers.
When he grinds his erection against me, I cry out.
He’s relentless, not releasing my lips. He even sucks my tongue, drawing it into his mouth. And then he’s kissing me again as if this is the last kiss we’ll ever have. Both the first and the last.
Lord, I hope not. Now that I’ve been kissed by him, I never want it to end. I’m ruined. I’ve been kissed before. A few times. Sloppy boys in high school. Nothing like this. My brain cells leak out of my head.
He’s panting harder than me when he releases my lips to stare down at me. He’s so intense, searching my face like he’s looking for answers. I don’t know the questions, but I do know the answer: yes.
“I can’t go another hour without being inside you, Simone.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“Do you understand how much you mean to me?”
I nod. I think I do. It’s so hard to grasp that he could seriously be this into me. After four years of flirting with him and three weeks of hoping he would call, I’m in his home. I haven’t left for a week. I’m never leaving. Not for any length of time. Right? Is it too good to be true?
“Simone, I need to be certain you believe me when I tell you how important you are to me. Tell me you know that you’re mine.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me, baby.”
I lick my lips. My heart is racing. “I’m yours.”
He smiles. “You’re going to give me this gift?”
“What gift?” I joke.
He releases one of my hands, and in less than a second, his palm is under my ass, pinching my sore, heated skin.
I yelp. “Daddy!”
He pinches again. “What are you going to gift me, naughty girl?”
“My pussy ,” I shout.
He chuckles. “Is anyone else ever going to touch that pussy?”
“No, Sir.” I’m breathing hard. He has the strangest ways of driving my arousal through the roof.
“Including you?”
I bite my lip.
He pinches me a third time, harder. He keeps moving to another spot on my bottom, spreading the pain.
I cry out. “I won’t touch my pussy.”
“It’s a very greedy pussy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”