Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
June
I can’t believe I just agreed to let Daddy spank me. I’m tight all over from the stress of the day, or maybe my anxiety goes much further back than that. Two weeks. Three years. Six years. Most of my life
It suddenly seems like I have a lot of nervousness to purge, and I kind of hope Daddy is right. If a spanking will help me, I’ll give it a try.
I’m shocked when he lifts my dress over my head before pulling my panties down. “Daddy…” I shiver, totally naked and exposed in front of him.
“I will always spank your bare bottom, Little one, but today, I want you completely naked. It will help you feel vulnerable and submissive.”
“Now I’m aroused,” I tell him.
“That’s normal, too, honey. And for the record, I’m horny, too. You’re so damn sexy it’s hard to keep my cock from revolting every time I remove your clothes. Are you ready?”
“I guess.”
Daddy guides me to one side of his lap, scooting forward so the arms of the chair aren’t in the way. He lifts me and settles me across his thighs, spreading them so I’m more supported.
I instinctively squeeze my legs together at the thought of him spanking me. My pussy is throbbing.
Daddy rubs my bottom. “Spread your knees, Little one. You may not clench them while I spank you.”
I whimper as I do as I’m told.
“Wider, naughty girl.”
Now I’m panting. My reactions are similar to what happens when he orders me to stand in the corner. I love the dominance in his voice. My entire body submits when he speaks to me with so much command.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Do you know what a safeword is, June?”
“Yeah, Simone told me. Red means stop, and I won’t be in any trouble. You won’t be mad.”
“Exactly. If you need Daddy to stop for any reason, you say red.”
“Okay.”
“Try that response again.”
I shiver. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’ll start slowly and build up, pausing to make sure you’re okay often.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
The first slap of his palm against my bottom startles me. It doesn’t really hurt; it’s just odd. The next few aren’t as shocking as I begin to learn what to expect. Daddy switches back and forth, but not predictably. I find myself focusing with anticipation on which cheek he will slap next.
Suddenly, he stops and rubs my heated skin.
I blow out a breath and go limp over him. I’m oddly disappointed. I was starting to enjoy the sensation.
“What do you think so far, Little one?”
So far? Maybe he’s not done. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Try to get out of your head, honey. Don’t overthink. Let your body relax. Focus on how it feels, the burn, the heat, the sting.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” He rubs my skin again and then resumes his spanking. Harder this time.
My breath catches at the new intensity, and I clench my butt cheeks.
Daddy gives me a hard swat on the backs of my thighs. “Relax, June,” he orders.
I blow all the air out of my lungs and force myself to go limp.
Daddy swats my thighs a few more times before returning to my bottom.
The heat grows. Every spank stings now. I don’t mind it, though.
I might even like it. It’s the strangest sensation, but I’m starting to understand the appeal.
I focus on the burn instead of the noise in my head until the icky thoughts are gone and all that’s left is the throb of growing pain.
My breathing relaxes as I go deeper into a strange, peaceful place. So nice. I’m free. I fly out of my body, weightless, floating. All that exists is the delicious burn, the rhythmic slaps of Daddy’s hand, and an odd euphoria.
When Daddy stops, I can hear him talking, but it’s like I’m underwater or I’ve floated too far away to catch what he’s saying. It doesn’t matter though. I’m aware of the tone. He’s not asking me questions. He’s praising me. Soothing me with his voice.
I’m slack over his lap until he lifts me gently and turns me around. He settles me so my bottom rests between his legs, not touching his jeans, and rocks me against his chest.
Something touches my lips, and I realize it’s the lip of my sippy cup. I put it on the floor next to the chair earlier. He’s always trying to get me to drink more fluids.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head.
I slowly come back into my body, sated in a way I felt after we had sex, but different. More emotionally sated instead of physically. And the only thing I can think of that would be better is if I felt both.
When I feel more like myself, I sit up taller. “I need you inside me now, Daddy.”
He tips my chin back and holds my gaze. “You’re sure, Little one?”
“Yes. Positive.”
He cups my cheek. “I need adult June to make this decision.”
I smile at him. “Blade, for the love of all that is holy, fuck me already.”
He chuckles, but he wastes no time standing and moving to the bed. “On your elbows and knees, honey. I want your bottom in the air so I can look at how red it is while I take off my clothes.”
I scramble onto all fours on my elbows like he demanded. My right arm wouldn’t be strong enough to hold me up by my hands.
“Spread your legs, June.”
I part them, aware that my pussy is dripping wet.
When he sets a knee on the bed and climbs between my legs, I push my bottom toward him. “Please…”
He puts one hand on my lower back and reaches between my legs to stroke my pussy.
I moan. I’m so turned on that I’ll come in seconds. He’s mastered the art of getting me off with his fingers and his mouth, but now that I’ve had his cock, I want it again.
“Daddy, please…” I beg.
He holds me steady, thrusting two fingers into me. “You’ll come first, Little one. Then I’ll give you my cock.”
I shiver. I love the way he’s using his bossy Daddy voice to order me to come. We’re switching in and out of age play, and it’s okay. I don’t mind. Apparently, Daddy doesn’t either.
His hand rests firmly on my back, making me feel grounded, keeping me from squirming like I want to.
I’m panting, unable to catch my breath, so close to orgasm. That’s when Daddy twists his hand sideways. His thumb lands on my clit. And… Oh. My. God. His pinky presses into my bottom.
For half a second, I’m mortified, but as soon as he pushes deeper, a million nerve endings come alive, and my orgasm takes me under so fast that I scream.
Daddy continues to thrust in and out of both holes, dragging out my release until I think I might die from the pleasure.
Two seconds after he removes his hand, he grabs my hips and thrusts into me. His cock is so much bigger than his fingers that I’m instantly back on top of the world, more sensations consuming me as another release sends me careening off the planet.
I’m aware of very little except the unbelievable slice of heaven it is to have Blade filling me, first with his cock and then with his come. I don’t know how many orgasms I have, or maybe it’s all just one long, drawn-out release.
I’m unable to catch my breath when he pulls out and eases me to my side, but I’m grateful he’s mindful of my heated bottom. He was careful not to touch it more than necessary while he fucked me, and he’s once again conscious of the fact that I need to lie on my side.
My face feels like it’s stuck in a permanent grin as he lifts my top leg and cleans me up. Soon, he’s lying behind me, spooning me, kissing all over my neck and cheek. “I love you so much, June.”
“I love you, too.”
“You’re my world. All of you. Your Little and your adult. Be yourself every day. That won’t always look the same. You’ll grow and change with time. I’ll love you through every rendition of June.”
I snuggle into him. I’m home. I’m finally home. I’m no longer scared. I’m safe and loved and cherished.
After stroking my skin for a few minutes, Daddy says, “So, I guess you liked the spanking.”
“Yes. It was so good.”
“It’s intense. You’ll be floating for a while. You need sleep.”
“Is that an order, Daddy?”
He chuckles. “Yes, naughty girl. That’s an order. Commands from your Daddy must be obeyed by your Little.”
“But my adult can ignore them if she needs to…” I mumble, drifting.
“Always.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Do you think that girl is going to be okay? The one Pete took?”
“I’m certain of it, Little one. Her name is Eloise. I know she looks young, but she’s twenty-two. She’s with Cannon.”
I turn my head to meet Daddy’s gaze. “She’s with Cannon? Still?”
Daddy grins. “Yes, Little one. Go to sleep.”
“But…” I have so many questions. Eloise… And she’s still with Cannon…
He gives me a stern look. “Sleep, June.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I settle back down and force my brain to calm. It’s not hard. After all, Daddy ordered me to sleep, and there’s nothing I like better in the world than to obey my Daddy. He makes everything easier. He warms my heart.
Cannon and Eloise, though…
“June,” Daddy barks firmly.
I giggle and take deep breaths before slipping into a deep sleep.