Chapter Seven
“So, let’s get this straight,” Daddy said, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he stared down at his little girl. “Even after I told you specifically not to, you decided to go to the village by yourself anyway?”
“Well… technically you didn’t say not to,” she countered, though she didn’t meet his eyes. “You just said that you couldn’t take me.”
“No.” He gritted his teeth for a moment and inhaled deeply, making sure he had his emotions under wraps before he continued. There was no denying that he was angry, but that was only because he’d become so concerned. Every possible awful scenario had run through his head while he’d waited for her to return one of his calls or texts—and since he was a cop, he had no problem imagining a thousand legitimate ways his little girl could get hurt. So when he’d seen her walking up, clearly unhurt, his relief had quickly turned to irritation that she could have let him worry, then anger that she’d disobeyed him. “No, Sara, I plainly told you to go home.”
“I didn’t really see what difference it would make,” she said, her voice wispy and growing quieter all the time, belying her words.
“The difference is that I came straight over here after that dispatch call to fulfill my promise to you, and instead of finding you here safe and sound, as you’d led me to believe you’d be, there was no answer. Not to my knocking, or to any of my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you were or what might have happened to you. Do you realize that I’ve been on your doorstep for half an hour? I was minutes away from breaking the door down when I spotted you.”
Sara swallowed hard.
“Well? Don’t you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?” he boomed.
Sara was visibly shaking now, but she just bowed her head lower and didn’t reply.
“Fine. I have plenty to say for both of us. First of all, not only did you disobey me, but am I to assume that you were going to cover up where you’d been with a lie as well, assuming that I hadn’t seen you with my own eyes?”
If possible, Sara sank even further down in her chair.
“I am so disappointed in you, young lady. I can’t even believe this. And while you better believe we are going to talk some more about this, right now I have to get back to work.”
“Wh-what?” she ventured timidly.
“I came here with only enough time to drop you off for your shopping. But I’ve run out of time and need to be getting back. But first—” Alex reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small tube. “Take off your pants.”
“What for?” Sara asked, her lower lip trembling as she looked at the tube he held.
“Do you really want to add arguing to the list?”
His stern, commanding bellow must have made her decided that she did not, in fact, want to, because she was quickly standing and yanking down her pants.
“Turn around and bend over the chair,” he ordered. “Put your palms on the seat and—yes, like that.”
“What is that stuff?” Sara asked as she obeyed. “What are you going to do with it?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied briskly as he uncapped it and applied a good-sized dollop to his finger. He quickly applied it to her right cheek and rubbed it in before doing the same to her left. “Good. Now, while I’m at work I want there to be no confusion: you are restricted to this house. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“To this room , as a matter of fact. You will be serving corner time, first of all. I’ll set the timer before I leave. Then you’ll be writing lines and by chance if you get done with them before I get off work, you can go nap. No television, internet, or telephone privileges. I will be checking on you hourly. If I don’t hear back from you within five minutes , the spanking you’ve got coming will be that much worse. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sniffling. “Perfectly clear.”
“Good. Now give Daddy a kiss before he goes to work.” When Sara leaned over and kissed his cheek, he told hold of her shoulder and made sure he had her attention before he said, “I still love you as much as ever, baby, but you messed up big-time. I love you too much to let that slide.”
“I know, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Good. Now, get that nose in the corner. I’ll be setting the timer.”
After sniffling once more and giving him her best pitiful puppy-dog look, which he ignored, she went into the corner feeling very sorry for herself.
Alex set the timer for thirty minutes— plenty of time for Little Sara to think about her misdeeds and the punishment that would be waiting for her when he got off of work—and looked at her once more to check that she’d followed his directions. Once he was sure that she had, he quietly let himself out the door.
* * *
Aw, man, how long was she going to have to stand here? She’d never thought that it would take much energy to just stand in place and do nothing, but then again, she’d never been imprisoned this long in the corner, either. Stupid corner. It was so boring and white, without a single thing to distract her from the tumult of emotions that she was experiencing or the flood of thoughts she couldn’t silence. She supposed that that was the point.
Not that she didn’t have plenty to think about! Nearly as soon as she’d heard the door close behind Daddy Alex, she had begun to feel a tingle in her bottom. And it wasn’t a pleasant tingle, either, like the kind from the love pats he sometimes gave her. It was an angry tingle that became painful and grew in heat in a matter of minutes, spreading across her bottom like an invisible paddle was being laid to her cheeks!
It definitely gave her something else to think about besides how boring the corner was, that was for sure. Even though she was pretty sure that he had indeed left for work, that she was really and truly alone, Sara kept her arms at her sides for as long as she could stand it. And then the burning got to be too much and she let her hands fly to her bare cheeks, trying to rub out some of the sting, but that didn’t work. It didn’t ease the pain even a single bit. Oh, God, it hurt !
And all she wanted to do was to go to the couch and lie on her side, her hands trying to rub out the flames, to no avail, but she was stuck in the darn corner! Did he really have to make her stand here for so long ? It had been an hour, at least! She was sure of it! Wasn’t the ache in her tender orbs enough ?
Not that she didn’t deserve to be punished. She knew she did. She had crossed a line this time. She hadn’t tried to, of course, but she’d ended up doing it just the same. All she’d wanted was to get Daddy a present… well, that, and continue the annual tradition…
What you wanted , she heard a voice in her head begin to lecture, was your own way.
Ouch. Daddy Alex seemed to have left a part of himself in her head and it was every bit as stern as the real thing. And the worst part was, it was kind of right on the money, too. When she thought about it, she realized that she could have just waited.
“But how was I supposed to know that he’d be back to take me?” she mumbled to the cream-colored wall that she knew from experience wouldn’t answer.
That was easy—she couldn’t have known. What she could have done—maybe even should have done—was to walk home like he’d said and trust that he would see that she got to do her window shopping. He’d known it was important to her, after all, and Daddy had a way of taking care of the things that were important to her.
The realization made her chest pang painfully. She’d been so interested in doing what she wanted, so sure that she would get away with it, that she hadn’t been thinking about him. She hadn’t thought about what might happen if he came back before she did, of how he might feel to realize she wasn’t back yet. She hadn’t thought of how afraid he would be to find her gone and not have any idea where she was.
Yikes. She’d really, really messed up this time. When tears began to trickle down her cheeks, they had much less to do with the spanking she knew she had coming than they did with the realization that she’d hurt the man who had been so very good to her.
Ding!
There had been a time when Sara had thought she would shoot out of the corner like a flash of lightning, but she was so busy crying and fully feeling the weight of what she’d done that she didn’t even make a move to leave. She could use a few extra minutes in the corner, she decided. She’d earned it, after all.
* * *
Daddy Alex saw that his little girl was sound asleep on the couch when he walked in. He idly wondered how long she’d slept. He’d only used Capsaicin cream twice before, on the same woman, and she’d told him that it kept her from being able to do anything other than feel sorry for herself. Either that hadn’t the case for Sara, or the pain had subsided enough to let her rest.
As he walked closer, he saw the dried streaks of tears on her cheeks. The sight tugged at his heartstrings and made him want nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and cuddle her close. But he held himself back—he knew that she had to learn her lesson or he risked this incident repeating itself in the future. He couldn’t do that again—not knowing where she was even for the short window he’d been waiting on her doorstep had been enough to take a good five years off his life.
After allowing himself another minute to drink in the sweet sight of her sleeping, Alex walked over and gently shook her awake. At first when her eyes fluttered open, Sara smiled to see him. But it was gone in an instant and her eyes became wide and scared.
“Y-you’re home.”
He hated for her to have that look on her face, even though he knew it was only because she feared the punishment he had in store. Best to get it out of the way. “Yes,” he agreed, giving her a squeeze. “I’m home. Up with you. Let’s go into the kitchen and look at those lines.”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, readily leaping up and walking in that direction.
Alex followed behind her at a slower pace, enjoying the view. He’d ordered her to keep her panties down for the rest of the day until he got back—a very tangible reminder that she would soon be crying over his knee.
He’d also texted her the line she was to write: ‘I will not disobey Daddy’ two hundred times. He accepted the pieces of paper she meekly offered and let his eyes scan each page in turn. He was pleased to see that her handwriting was neat—though it was obvious when her hand had begun to tire—and that every line was accounted for.
“I… I have something else for you,” she offered timidly.
“What’s that?” He arched an eyebrow, curious.
“I wrote you a… an essay.”
“Is that right?” he asked, letting his face betray nothing. The truth was, he was amused. He was remembering the first time he’d punished her, when he’d threatened her with another spanking and an essay if she ever ran another stop sign.
“Yes, Sir. Would you like to see it?”
“I would.”
Sara retrieved another set of papers and handed them to him, biting down on her lower lip as she did so.
“Thank you. We’re going to go into the living room and then we’ll read this.”
“Yes, Sir.” She dutifully followed behind him, but he could tell the minute she spotted what he’d left on the coffee table, because she stopped short.
He was sure that if he looked behind him he would see her eyes as round as saucers, fixed unblinkingly on the piece of thick leather lying there so innocuously. “Come on, little girl,” he ordered without so much as a backwards glance. “Let’s get that essay read so I can spank that naughty bottom of yours.”
“Y-yes, Sir!” she squeaked.
Alex’s heartstrings pulled again, hearing the trepidation in her voice. But he quickly reminded himself that she deserved—no, she needed a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. And this was one of those times when being her daddy wasn’t all fun and games because it was his job to make sure she got it.
* * *
Sara couldn’t stop thinking about the small strap she’d seen on the coffee table. Surely he wasn’t going to use that… that thing on her ? But when Daddy sat down in the armchair and motioned for her to go over his knees, she didn’t have time to dwell on it much longer. Her punishment was about to start. Or, the hardest part of it anyway. She swallowed hard and put herself over his lap.
Daddy positioned her just the way he wanted her and began to speak. “Did you stay in the corner until the timer went off?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. And how does your bottom feel?”
“Sore,” she admitted, wincing. “What did you put on it?”
“It’s called Capsaicin cream,” he explained. “It’s used to give naughty girls a spanking when you don’t have time to do it yourself.”
“Oh.” She sniffled, then a thought occurred to her. “Well, since I’ve already had my spanking—”
He cut her off with a chuckle. “Nice try. I give you an A for effort.”
“But you just said…”
“Hmm, have you ever heard of a pre-game? Think of it like that. You’ve had a pre-spanking, a precursor to the main event.”
Sara scowled and didn’t trouble to reply. He knew she hated sports!
“Ahem. Now, as for your essay: ‘Dear Daddy, this essay is to let you know how very sorry I am for breaking the rules and disobeying you. I understand why I have to be punished, and why you have to be so hard on me. Love, Sara.’”
She winced. She knew what it said, it was embarrassing enough writing a punishment essay—even if he hadn’t asked her to—but hearing it bare-bottomed over his lap while he read it aloud was too much! She squirmed every time he read about what she’d done wrong—disobeying, with the intention of lying about it—and the fact that she knew she would be spanked. She was crying again before he’d even finished.
“Sara, I want you to know that I appreciate you taking the extra step of writing that,” Daddy said, patting her lightly on her bare left cheek. “I am glad to see that you understand why you need to be punished. With that said, I don’t want to put it off any longer.” Then he began rubbing her cheeks, gently at first, then with a firmer stroke that became firmer still. Sara braced herself, because she knew the minute he stopped what would be coming next.
First, she felt the cool, crisp air on her bottom as he moved his hand. And right behind it was a swift, sharp spank that robbed her of her breath. It seemed that the evil Capsaicin had kept her bottom tender and sore without her even realizing it! Daddy spanked her fanny good and hard, ten times on each side, and by the time he’d stopped to give his hand a rest, she was crying hard over his knee.
Oh, her bottom hurt ! It felt like her poor tender cheeks were blistered. But at least it was over. Thank God it was over, and now she could just be Daddy’s good little girl again. She was still crying softly as he helped her up. She eagerly buried her face into his shirt and cried from all the stinging still going on.
When she was finally able to calm down, she peeked up at him, only to see him staring down at her. She offered a tiny, tentative smile.
“I want you to reach over and get the strap off the coffee table,” Daddy told her, which wiped that smile right off her face.
She’d forgotten all about the strap! Oh, how could she have forgotten? Probably because the spanking she’d already got stung so much she hadn’t been able to even conceive of her poor backside hurting more than it did already!
“D-daddy…”
“Now, Sara.” Though he hadn’t raised his voice, the firmness of his tone got through to her loud and clear.
With trembling hands she reached over to the coffee table, picked up the strap, and handed him the implement. It was short, but thick. Once she’d put it into Daddy’s hands he quickly slapped it on his leg, and the loud thwack it made had her jumping in startled surprise.
“No!” she groaned, eyes wide. “You can’t… you can’t… on my butt!”
“You’d prefer I use it where, exactly?”
She scowled at the sight of his twitching lips. “You’re not funny! And you can’t! You just can’t!”
“I’d be very careful about being bossy right this minute, little girl,” he warned.
That was all Daddy had to do to rein her back in. She was his sniffling little one in no time. “Please?”
“I’m afraid not, honey. When you’ve earned a punishment, you’ll always get it. And what you need is a very sore, red bottom to teach you to behave in the future. Now isn’t that right?”
“I’ll be so good and I’ll do everything you say, right away with no repeating.”
“Isn’t that right, Sara?”
She sighed and hung her head. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now lie over my lap so we can get that naughty bottom of yours blistered.”
She reluctantly lay back over his lap, pushing her bottom up and presenting it for his stern correction. She didn’t have to wait long. She could swear she heard the horrible implement cutting the air before it landed across her bottom with a loud thwack . Sara found herself jolting upward, but Daddy quickly caught her around the waist to keep her firmly in place.
“I’d suggest you grab onto the arm of the chair, because if that happens again, we start over.”
“No,” she protested, words tumbling out of her mouth one after the after. “No, please. You can’t do that again. It hurts !”
“It’s supposed to hurt, sweetheart. That’s what ensures you won’t do it the next time you want to have your own way.”
“But it hurts so much !”
“I know, baby. Now, if you behave yourself and take these like a good girl we only have nine more to go.”
“Nine?!” she screeched. It suddenly seemed like an impossibly high number.
“Yes, nine. Now, try to lie still.” No sooner had he spoken, it seemed, than that awful strap was coming down again like an angry dragon against her poor, tender flesh.
“Yow!”
And again, the fearsome, hard creature laid another angry line into her skin.
“Da-da-daddy!” Sara wailed.
“You’re doing so good,” he comforted her. “Just keep being good.”
Sara didn’t know if that was possible, but it didn’t seem to matter because the hard, inflexible piece of leather was soon punishing her again. And then again. Oh, how it burned! It burned worse than fire! It was like horrible, molten lava that burned deeper and deeper into her buttocks, spreading its awful ache to other parts of her flesh.
Thwack .
“N-n-no!” she spluttered, crying her eyes out. “Please! No mo-or-re !” she begged.
“Almost done, baby. Think about why you’re being punished.”
“Go-good g-girls always o-obey Da-daddy,” she sobbed. She started to say it again, but before she could even get good out of her mouth, the strap was smacking her fiery bottom.
Sara balled her fists and beat the arm of the chair. When the next smack of the strap landed, she howled for all she was worth. She tried to twist and turn, but Daddy was holding her down.
“Settle down,” he warned, a note of sternness creeping into his voice. “If you do that again, we’ll start over.”
The threat made her sob, but kept her still enough to take the remaining two stripes without wrenching free. But when he removed his restraining arm, she leapt up from the chair and began to dance around the room, holding her bottom and howling for all she was worth. She could feel Daddy watching her and she knew that she should be embarrassed for the way she was acting, but she was in so much pain that she couldn’t even worry about that. All she could think about was when the aching in her well-spanked bottom would quit.
Daddy held his arms out to her and she, without a moment’s hesitation, went to him and climbed into his embrace. He cradled her to him and rocked her gently back and forth, shushing her and rubbing her back until she settled down.
“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled, worn out from a long, hard day.
“Are you going to disobey me again?”
“No, Sir!”
“If you do, that strap will be making a return journey across those sweet cheeks of yours. Understand?”
Sara felt a shudder run through her body at the thought of ever, ever enduring that again. The burning in her bottom had not abated—it felt like the constant blaze of an inferno. While it wasn’t getting any worse, steady waves of fire still burned all the same.
“Your punishment is almost over. Then I’ll put you to bed.”
“Wh-what do you mean almost ?” Sara asked, her tummy doing a double somersault at the thought of going over his knees again.
Without answering Daddy picked her up and set her on her feet. Then he stood—at just over six feet he was a head and a half taller than her and quite an imposing sight just now. As she watched, her eyes growing wider and her pulse hammering harder by the second, he reached for his belt. Sara’s breath hitched, but then his fingers slid down and he undid the zipper of his pants. When he did, his cock sprang free.
She looked up at him, surprised. But when she saw that his eyes were still resolute and stern, she knew better than to get excited.
“Remember what I told you, sweetheart?”
Sara nodded.
“I told you that my cock could punish as well as pleasure. And now I think it’s time to give you a taste of what that feels like.”
Without waiting for an answer, he grasped her shoulders in a firm grip and pushed her back until she was against the wall. Then, still without speaking, he reached down and parted her legs. No sooner had they opened than he thrust inside of her.
Sara cried out in surprise. While she’d felt his cock on many occasions, none of them had been anything like this. Daddy was thrusting in and out of her pussy with an urgency that could only be called punishing. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why it was so different. Perhaps it was because there were no tender words between them, his eyes were so commanding, or maybe it was just because she could feel in his touch—the way he held her shoulders as well as the hard, unrelenting thrusts—that he was showing her who was boss.
It didn’t feel bad—no, that wasn’t the word she would use at all to describe it. But as the thrusts grew closer together, as he drove his hips harder and harder into her own, she felt herself wanting more and more to be obedient, to be his good girl once more.
“I… I think I’m going to come, Daddy,” she murmured, blushing for some reason.
“No, you may not,” he answered. “Don’t make me punish you again tomorrow—this, what I’m doing right now, is just a taste,” he warned. “And anytime you come without permission, this is what you can expect.”
Sara squirmed and blushed harder, but she was trapped in Daddy’s powerful embrace until he deemed otherwise. When he came, it was with a roar of pleasure that gave her goosebumps and simultaneously made her a teensy bit sad that she hadn’t been allowed to do so herself.
“Now,” he panted. “Now, we’re done. Go to your room and sit on the bed. I’ll be there in a minute to tuck you in.”
Giving him one last look of longing, Sara went to do as she was told. She went into the bathroom first and ran a quick bath—the water wasn’t higher than a couple of inches—and washed off before she wrapped a towel around herself and sat on the bed. It seemed like she’d just sat down when Daddy opened the door.
And she could tell at the first glance that he was truly Daddy again. His gaze was warm with love when he looked at her and her entire body sagged with relief. It was really and truly over now.
“Bring me your hairbrush, baby.”
Sara gave him a look of surprise, but she didn’t dare argue or disobey. That had caused her enough problems for one day! Once she’d retrieved the requested item, she went to stand in front of him and thrust it toward him.
Daddy took it and then patted his lap. Giving him a shy, unsure glance, she felt a surge of gratitude mingled with relief when he said, “It’s okay. Take a seat.”
She did just that, happy to be sitting on his lap instead of over it. But then she felt him begin to brush her hair and her entire body began to hum with happiness.
“I’m sorry I had to punish you so hard today, pumpkin.”
“I know, Daddy. But I know you’re just trying to help me be a good girl.”
“Yes,” he agreed, still running the brush through her hair. “And I know you can be an exceptionally good girl. Can’t you, kitten?”
She ducked her head, suddenly feeling bashful. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I only make these rules for you to follow for your own safety. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do, Daddy.”
“And I punish you when you break them because your safety is my top priority. I hope you know that.”
She beamed at being called his top priority. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to my little girl.”
Sara snuggled into the warmth of his embrace, her smile wide and free. Then and there she decided that every sting, every spank, had been worth it to get to this moment where she was completely safe and unconditionally adored. Being Daddy’s girl was worth even the hardest punishment, because when it was over he made her feel like the most special girl on Earth.
“I love you,” she declared in a happy, girlish voice.
Daddy didn’t respond right away, but when he did it was with evident warmth and pleasure. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“What?” She tilted her head back to look at him. “I’ve said it before.”
“No, actually,” he smiled down on her, “you haven’t. But that’s okay. I knew it anyway. And that is the best gift you could have given me.” When he bowed his head, she eagerly lifted her lips to meet his in a sweet, special, almost-Christmas kiss.