Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
T ildi glared down at the pillow on her naughty stool again. It was the perfect example of adding insult to injury. The stool was bad enough. Did she really have to stare down at a pillow that read she believed she could, so she did… and now she’s in time out ?
The injury was coming any second. She wanted to turn her head so she could see what Daddy was doing, but he said look at the pillow. Now didn’t seem a prudent time to press her luck. She believed him when he said there were bigger butt plugs than the one he was using.
Way before she was ready, he stood beside her again. “Taking this butt plug is still not going to be easy, babygirl. The playing we did just now stretched the muscles of your anus, so as long as you don’t tense, you’ll be fine.”
Her face flamed. “Daddy!”
“What, babygirl?”
“Don’t say that word. It’s embarrassing!”
“What word? Oh, you mean anus?”
“Daddy! Stop,” she wailed.
“Sorry, babygirl. I didn’t realize it would upset you. Would you rather I say bottom hole?”
This didn’t seem like the wisest time to say, “Duh?” so she settled for nodding instead.
“Daddy’s going to hold your cheeks apart this time, but in the future that will be your job.”
Oh. Good. Lord.
She tried to tell him, no, she would not be reaching back and holding her bottom cheeks apart, but her words got lost between her mind and her mouth and it came out more like, “Eep!”
“Okay, deep breath in, then blow it out like you’re blowing up a balloon.”
Something smooth, slick, and cold pressed against her bottom hole. She did what Daddy told her to do, and it turned out he was right. He worked the plug into her bottom with no pain.
The plug felt heavy and thick when it settled. It held her pucker hole open wider than she was used to. But that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was when the widest part of the plug, the part inside her, pressed against that same spot her Daddy’s finger had. Which stirred tingles, just like her Daddy’s finger had.
Her bottom clenched around the metal, giving her momentary relief, but then he started playing with the plug. He pulled on the base, increasing the pressure inside her, and turning her tingles into sparks of need. Again.
He twirled the plug in a circle. “We’ve had our talk about the texts you got and what a bad idea it was to keep things from Daddy. Do you want to tell me what you learned?”
Her stomach jumped into her chest, bumping into her heart and speeding up her heartbeat. “I should have told you, Daddy. I’m very sorry I kept them a secret.”
“Not half as sorry as you’re about to be,” he said, and a warning prickle of dread crawled up the backs of her thighs and over her exposed bottom. She clenched her cheeks, or tried to, but the base of the plug was in the way. “Do you have any idea what could have happened if whoever sent those texts had showed up while you were in town with Kenzie?”
It was hard to focus on his words with all the sensations firing inside her. This should not be turning her on. She decided to blame it on the butt plug. It was the plug causing the tightening in her nipples. And the pulsing throb in her clit.
“But no one showed up, Daddy. We were fine.”
He brought his hand down in a smack, right on top of the plug. “You were lucky.”
It wasn’t the hardest swat he’d ever given her. Not by a long shot. But the placement was spot on. It drove the plug in deeper. And tightened her nipples to hard points.
“Give me one good reason not to wear you out, little girl. I’m trying…”
Swat.
“And failing…”
Swat.
“ To understand what was going on in that beautiful, brilliant head of yours.”
Swat. Swat. Swat!
He spoke in the same tone of voice he used when talking about the weather. But that last swat lifted her up on her toes and pushed the plug against her pussy and that special spot inside her bottom.
She shot up from her position on the stool and spun to face him, hands covering her plugged backside. His voice might have been mild, but his face looked like a thundercloud about to storm.
“I won’t keep anything like that from you again. I promise. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry.”
The fact he was answering his own questions probably wasn’t a good sign. This was the point in every scary show where people waved their arms in the air trying to prevent the heroine from doing something stupid, yelling, Stop! Don’t do it!
Pressing her lips together, she fought to hold back the words. But there was no way she could stop herself from answering. She’d been expected to know the right answer to every question her whole life. His glower seemed to indicate he didn’t want her to say yes, so she chose the only other option.
“No, I meant no.”
Great. Now his jaw was clenched and that vein on his forehead was pulsing again. “So, you’re not sorry?”
Well, that didn’t sound right. Not for her bottom’s sake anyway. Then her mouth pulled one of those “hold my beer” moves and snatched the control of her tongue away from her brain. “Darn it, Daddy! If it isn’t yes, and it isn’t no, then what am I supposed to say? What do you want?”
“The truth, Tildi. I want the truth.”
Dear lord in heaven. Maybe if she jumped out of the window and lassoed one of those Mustangs he’d told her about, she could escape into the mountains and live the rest of her days as a miner panning for gold and scaring the tourists.
He wanted the truth? Fine.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn't want to worry you. People get tired of being worried all the time and I didn’t want to risk you getting tired of me. So, I ignored the texts and pretended they weren’t real. I didn’t mean to lie and hide something bad from you, Daddy, but if I told you then it would be real. And if I brought real trouble to the ranch, you wouldn’t want me to stay.”
He stared at her then. For a really long time. Like, she was beginning to feel like a bug under a magnifying glass. Then he dropped his gaze to the floor and sighed.
Had she ruined everything? She’d tried to give him what he wanted.
“I’m going to ask you something, Tildi, and I want you to think before you answer me. Who is it in this room that you think will ask you to leave? Is it the soldier who gave up a chance to take down the man he’d been after for three years to save you? Or is it the rancher who brought you almost halfway around the world to meet his family because he wants to make a home with you? Maybe it’s the Daddy who loves you too much to allow you to put your safety at risk and is going to spank your naughty, plugged bottom until he thinks you’ve learned how precious you are? Because all those men are me. And none of them is ever going to let you go.”
“I... I…” For the first time in her life, Tildi didn’t know what to say.
“We have a chance for something most people only dream of, babygirl. But you have to trust?—”
“But I do, Daddy.” She had to stop him from thinking she didn’t. “You’re the most wonderful person in the world. I do trust you. I just don’t know why you want to put up with me.”
She was ruining everything. Just like she’d known she would. She hadn’t been on the ranch a week, and she’d already ruined everything.
He ran a hand down her hair and cupped her cheek. “You interrupted me, babygirl. I know you trust me. The person you don’t trust is you.”
“What?” What did that even mean?
“You think in order to be mine you have to be perfect. And you don’t see that you already are. You’re the perfect Tildi. My perfectly scrumptious bluebell. Grif and Dutch adore you. Kenzie sang your praises all day to anyone who would listen. The only one who doesn’t believe in you, baby, is you.”
“Because I’m not!” She couldn’t let him go on like that. He was just proving her point. She could never be the person he deserved. And eventually he’d realize it and be done with her.
“Baby no one is perfect. And honest to god, perfect would be boring. I love your enthusiasm. I love your sass. I love how smart you are and how much you care about people. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I just need you to trust me and believe that I don’t care that you aren’t perfect because all that matters is you’re perfect for me.”
She stared at him, unable to speak. Barely able to breathe.
Was he right? Was it her lack of trust in herself that was getting in her way, rather than her lack of trust in him? Their relationship had gone from zero to a million in one month. And she’d never been good enough for anyone to love her for who she was inside.
Breezy loved you.
At that thought, some of the weight fell off her chest and she found it easier to take a breath. Her sister had loved her. Tildi hadn’t even been nice to Breezy half the time, and Breezy had loved her anyway.
And if Breezy could love her, then Boone could love her. She needed to stop worrying about who she was supposed to be and what she was supposed to do and just be herself. The people who wanted her in their lives—people like her Daddy—would accept her. She could have friends and family and just be herself.
She put her hand over Boone’s and held it as she kissed his palm. God, she loved him. And he loved her.
“You’re perfect for me, too, Daddy.” She threw herself into his arms and they wrapped around her, holding her tight. “So, you’re not mad at me?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m still gonna light a fire under your ass for putting yourself at risk and keeping all those texts from me. But I’m doing that because I love you, not because I’m disappointed in you. I might be disappointed in your actions sometimes, but I could never be disappointed in you.”
Goosebumps crawled up the backs of her legs and over her bottom. Now wasn’t the time to figure out why the idea of going over his knee for a spanking turned her on as much as it did. It was going to hurt. The added humiliation of him spanking her while her bottom was plugged got her even hotter.
“I believe you, Daddy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the texts. And I’m sorry I went with Kenzie into town and could have put us both in danger.” She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve to face the consequences of her actions. “So, I guess I’m ready for my spanking.”
“I’m proud of you, babygirl. I know we just had a serious talk, but I’m not going to go easy on you. Keeping secrets and putting yourself in danger are your two biggest rules. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She didn’t resist as he led her back to her naughty girl stool. Nor did she resist when his hand pressed between her shoulder blades and bent her over until her palms were once again flat against the pillow topping that stool.
“Where are your feet supposed to be, naughty girl?” The rasp in his deep, stern voice hinted she wasn’t the only one who was turned on.
“Three, Daddy.” She widened her feet until they were in the correct position. The cool air licked the lips of her pussy. The plug made its presence known stronger than ever as her bottom hole clenched and relaxed around it. And every time she did, her pussy got wetter.
He gave her bottom a pat and walked away. The scrape of the wooden chair he’d pulled from the desk earlier scuffed against the dark wooden floor as he moved it closer. Cords of writhing nerves filled her tummy and knotted themselves tighter with every breath she drew. Picturing him sitting in that chair, staring at her bent over with all her most private parts exposed, had her nipples tightening to the point of desperation.
“Tell me something, bluebell. Do Daddies in Tennessee have their Little girls go outside to cut a switch to use on their naughty bottoms?”
All the air whooshed out of her lungs. What kind of question was that? Did people really do that? “N-no, Daddy. Breezy and I didn’t get punished growing up.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that point, little one. You’re lucky you didn’t pull this stunt in the spring. We have a peachleaf willow tree out back that is perfect for collecting switches sturdy enough to make a very thorough point on a naughty girl’s bottom. You might want to keep that in mind.”
She shivered at the image he planted in her mind. Be extra good in the spring. Message received. Yikes!
“Hm, you like that, bluebell? Does the thought of it make you wet?”
“N-no,” she said automatically. No normal person would get wet, well, wetter, thinking about switches.
“Seems like lying while you’re already bent over with a plugged bottom is just asking for extra spanks. You wouldn’t be fibbing to Daddy, now would you, darlin’?”
“No!” Her fierce declaration of her innocence came out like a squeak instead of the roar she’d intended.
“No?” The chair scraped the floor, and thudding footsteps told her he was headed her way. “Should Daddy stick his finger deep in your kitty to make sure?”
“You don’t have to do that, Daddy.” She didn’t add all he’d have to do was run his finger across the outer rim of her core.
“All right, I think it’s about time to get down to business, but before I do is there anything else you want to say?”
“No, Daddy.” What was there to say? Even if there had been, she was pretty sure she couldn’t have said it.
She tensed, readying for the first swat, but instead, Daddy reached for the bottle of oil again. Taking his time, he pulled the small plug out of her bottom before drizzling more oil down her crack. “We are going to start over with your punishment. And since you’ve done so well with this one, I’m going to put in the next larger size in its place.”
She mentally groaned but was smart enough to keep it in her head rather than someplace he could hear.
“Blow out again, little girl. That’s right, push out while Daddy puts this plug in place.”
She did her best to do what he said. It was definitely harder this time, stretching her hole as the plug got wider. Just when it bordered on uncomfortable, it slid inside her and settled.
He twisted and tugged, and just like before it sent unbidden ribbons of pleasure through her core.
“Let Daddy know if this starts to hurt.” He tapped the base of the plug, and of its own volition her back arched and her bottom lifted.
Then his hand was rubbing her cheeks, warming the skin. “This is the only warm up you’re getting. Naughty girls who keep important information from their Daddies don’t get warm up spanks.”
That was all the warning he gave her. True to his word he withdrew his hand bringing it back down with a heavy smack.
“Ow!” she yelped, more out of surprise.
He quickly fell into a painfully steady rhythm. He made even more work of covering her entire backside, including the center where the plug was nestled. After the first five swats, it lost its arousing allure. When he spanked the butt plug, he also spanked her pussy, which hurt on a whole different level.
Why in the world it also made her wetter, she had no idea. But it did.
Soon, she stopped trying to predict where his palm would land. All she could think about was how she wouldn’t be in this position if she’d just told him about those stupid texts. It was her own fault she was clinging to the edge of her stool for dear life, having her butt busted like a child.
His hard hand caught the undercurve of her cheek and it was all she could do not to reach back and cover her sit spots with her hands before he smacked them again. Without being told, she knew that was a bad idea.
Owie. She sucked in air through gritted teeth and tried not to yell. She tried bouncing on her toes, but when she did, he focused all his attention on the tops of her thighs.
Top right cheek to bottom left, then top left to bottom right. He didn’t miss an inch of her rear end. Just what she’d always wanted, an equal opportunity spanker.
He smacked back and forth, up and down with the steadiness of a marching band. The stinging of her skinned backside—for surely there was not much left—had her blinking back tears.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. She panted trying to hold in her emotions. She’d earned this. She should take it like a trooper. Stiff upper lip and all that. Part of her was afraid if she made too much noise he would stop.
His swats grew harder and faster, and the stinging grew hotter and more painful. No wonder they called it a hiding. She must not have any hide left on her bottom by now.
“Ow!” The cry escaped her lips after a particularly hard smack to her thigh.
Forget sting. This freakin hurt. Like, a lot. After that first cry escaped, it was as if the flood gates were opened.
“Owie, ouch! Oh, oh! Not so hard, Daddy! No, wait! Not there, Daddy. Please, not there!”
He didn’t slow down or soften his spanks. When she tried to stand up, he placed his left hand on the small of her back and held her in place.
Another minute and she forgot all about being a trooper with a stiff upper lip. Swinging back with the opposite arm from where he stood, she reached back. Not to cover her bottom, but to try to catch his spanking hand.
In seconds he had her palm stretched out flat, giving it three hard smacks before securing it to the side of her hip with his other hand. Hugging her against him, he focused all his attention on her sit spots.
“No, Daddy! Please. Ow. Please! Not there, Daddy. It hurts there.”
He snorted at that. “Well goodness, bluebell. We wouldn’t want that.”
But he evidently did because he kept right on smacking that tender strip of flesh.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she shrieked. “I won’t ever keep secrets again. Not ever!”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said.
Taking that as a hint, she tried everything. She promised to be good. She said she was sorry. She begged. It did no good. He was a Daddy on a mission. Relentless.
Finally, something inside her snapped. Tears poured down her face. And not very gentle, demure tears. These were wracking sobs, very gut wrenching, very snot inducing tears. Something that had been dammed up inside her for years, maybe decades, broke free and was washed away by her cathartic, cleansing weeping.
It took time, but she cried out all her pain and heartache. Boone’s hand rubbed tender circles on her back and softly stoked her inflamed, aching bottom.
“I love you, Daddy.” With everything she had. With everything she was. She loved him.
“I love you, too, babygirl. With all my soul. I don’t know what the future has in store, but I know I’ll be spending it with you. I had to read a poem once in school and I never understood it. Not until you came into my life. I can’t remember the exact words, but the gist was this. My mind might forget, and my heart might stop, but my soul will love you forever.”
“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Daddy.”
How had this man made his world in her life? She’d giving him her heart, battered and bruised though it might be. And she there was one more thing she wanted to give him.
“Daddy, I want to do one more thing.”
His lip quirked. “And what is that?”
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.”
Shaking his head, he ran his thumb along the crest of her cheekbone. “You’ve had a long day, babygirl. I think you need to sleep.”
“But I don’t, Daddy. I don’t. I want to be with you one more time only this time I want you to take me… back there.”
Heat flared in his eyes, but he didn’t move. “Back where, little girl?”
Darn her fair complexion. Her blush was going to make him think she didn’t mean what she was saying. But she did.
“In my bottom, Daddy. I want to feel you in my bottom.”
“You don’t have to do that, bluebell. Not tonight.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to know what it feels like. And I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Unless you don’t think it would feel good to you.”
His bark of laughter startled her. “I have no doubt your tight back channel would make Daddy feel more than good, babygirl. But are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure, Daddy. I’m very sure.”
Heat recentered itself in her core at the predatory look in his eyes. “If you change your mind, we can stop anytime. But if that’s what you want, I would love to take your ass.”
With that, his lips crashed down on hers. It was as if her words had opened a secret door. The kiss was heated, dominant. He devoured her.
Carrying her across the room, he lowered her gently to stand at the foot of the bed. He pressed his firm lips along her ear. The back of her neck. Her shoulder. And every kiss and lick and nip of his teeth drove her own desire to a fevered pitch.
Using his body, he pressed her forward until she leaned over the bed with his body covering her. The weave of the comforter teased her nipples and hardened them to tight points of throbbing need. Bracing his weight with his muscular forearms, the pressure of his body against hers stimulated places she didn’t even know she had. He rocked his hips against the tender lower curve of her bottom, and the blend of pain and pleasure drew moans from somewhere deep inside her.
In the most guttural, carnal voice she’d ever heard, he growled low, and his lips brushed her ear as he spoke. “I won’t last long, babygirl. I’ve been close to coming since I watched your fine ass sashayin’ into the bedroom. I’m too close, but before I blow, I’m going to make you come hard. Are you ready for that?”
“Oh, god, yes!”
She screamed in pleasure as he shoved his thick, hard cock into her pussy. He had not lied. He didn’t hold back.
Reaching around her, he raked his teeth down her neck and sank them into the tender flesh at the top of her shoulder as he fingered her clit.
At the first ripple of her inner core, she threw her head back and screamed his name. Without slowing the magic his fingers were working on her clit, he made gentle work of removing the plug and slowly, steadily burying his cock deep in her ass.
That was all it took to tip her over the edge. She screamed over and over as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known carried her away.
He pulled almost all the way out, leaving the head of his penis inside before sliding back in deep. Slowly he picked up the pace, and as he did, another orgasm began to grow inside her.
She could tell he was holding back. “Let go, Daddy. You aren’t hurting me. I need you to come.”
With a groan, he began pounding in her ass. She met him, pushing back and squeezing. Once again, he drew her higher and higher until she broke, and her world sheeted a blistering white.
His must have done the same. He smashed his against the hot cheeks of her ass and erupted inside her.
Once they came down, he brushed her hair from her face. “Are you all right?”
“No,” she answered, and he stiffened.
“What’s wrong. Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she repeated. “I’m not good. I’m freakin’ amazing.”
Chuckling, he pulled out of her. “Stay still. I’ll be right back.” He returned with a warm rag and, after cleaning her up, settled them both in bed.
“Your soul with mine for eternity, babygirl. Our love will outlast the universe itself.” And she knew in her soul he was right.
He’d scolded her. He’d spanked her. He’d healed her.
She wasn’t naive enough to think all her problems would disappear. She’d had a tough life, but she was a tough girl. Boone spooned behind her, still naked and holding her, watching over her as she drifted off to sleep.
And hours later, he was still there, watching over her when she woke.