Chapter 5 #2
“Um, nothing interesting, Daddy. Just the same old. You know. Stuck here in the middle of a blizzard. Boring!” Her eyes did not meet his.
“So, you did not go against my orders, and you stayed in the lodge, correct? No hunting?”
“No, sir, you said quite specifically, stay in the lodge during the blizzard. No hunting.”
“Then what is this?” He handed her the outfit, cleaned and pressed lovingly by her little hero worshipper, Pino.
Her eyes got wide and she twirled a strand of red hair as if trying to figure a way out of her lie.
“Well, little one?”
Her streaked hair brightened to an almost cherry shade of red, which matched her embarrassed cheeks, and she turned and went on the offensive. “My, what big ears you have, Daddy!”
“The better to hear you disobeyed me and went slaying in the blizzard, my dear.”
“You have no freaking idea what it is like being locked up in this place for two whole days during a stupid blizzard! There is evil out there, preying on innocents, even more so now that I am stuck in this place!” She put her hands on her hips and glared at him defiantly.
“I saved a family of four last night from ghouls. They needed me.”
He rose to his feet, feeling the anger pulse in him. “Watch your language, young lady, and speak respectfully.”
“Bite me!” Her eyes darkened and her hair blazed as if on fire.
“Wrong answer.” He yanked her toward him, placing her firmly over the foot of the bed and shifted her robe so it covered all of her body except the one spot to which he needed access.
“No, you can’t do this!” She flailed her arms and bucked her body.
With all his might, he brought his palm crashing down onto her bare bottom, leaving a huge hand print that covered both cheeks.
She screeched, “Nooooooo, Daddy!”
He spanked her again and again, putting almost all of his strength into his strikes, turning her white bottom, red in a short matter of minutes.
“Please, Daddy, I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I—needed—to get—out!” she yelped in staccato in between each hard slap. She slumped over the bed and started crying, her body shaking.
He knew he had pushed her hard. Almost to her limit. He picked up his sobbing submissive and held her on his lap as she curled up and cried into his shoulder. He held her tightly. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. I forgive you.”
She sniffled and raised her head, her tear-filled eyes nearly breaking his heart.
When he had agreed to take in the little hellion as his platonic little she was 18 and a danger to herself.
Three years later and she was still a danger, and he worried more for her every day.
He loved his “little” as much as any daddy could love a sub.
And he hadn’t wanted her out in this blizzard for more than one reason.
He couldn’t protect her if he couldn’t track her.
And he lost most of his sense of smell during a blizzard.
He would die if anything happened to his little girl.
“Daddy,” her tentative voice came muffled from his shoulder, where he had pressed her face to comfort her.
“Yes?” He released her and looked into her troubled eyes, so much older than they should have looked at 21 years old.
“Daddy, I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I wanted you to be proud of me. And honestly, I feel a little confined in the lodge.”
“I understand.” He ruffled her hair. “I feel the same way. We’ll have to figure out a compromise.
Maybe I’ll feel better if we get a partner willing to go with you.
And if you tell me where you are going, truthfully.
And it would help if you also started taking your cell phone with you. ” He gave her a stern look.
“Okay, but there’s more,” she said tentatively.
“Tell me.” He nodded for her to continue.
“I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I was rude, disrespectful, and you didn’t deserve any of it. I lashed out because I was angry and embarrassed.”
He pulled her to her feet. “Thank you, sweet girl.” He kissed her on the head. “You know I need to finish your punishment.”
She nodded and grabbed the lexan paddle from the wall. Her attitude adjuster he had called it when he hung it up as a reminder. She handed him the paddle and leaned back over the bed, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He watched her get situated and close her eyes, trembling as she fisted the comforter in her tiny hands. “How many, Redd?” he asked as he warmed the paddle in his hands.
“Ten, sir?”
“That sounds like a good number. Count them and repeat, ‘I will not hide things from my daddy’.” He swung the paddle down onto her already red bottom and watched as she scrunched up her face and exhaled with a grunt.
“One. I will not hide things from my daddy.”
He placed the next hard strike on the spot below her bottom, and she mewled and cried, “Two, Daddy! I will not hide things from my daddy.”
Three and four were done rapidly on the center of her bottom. She openly sobbed, stomping her little legs and pounding the floor as she called out the number with her phrase.
He placed 5, 6, 7 and 8 on the sides of each trembling cheek, where she seemed to be the least colored, and furrowed his brow, watching his little writhing in agony.
“Pleeeeeease, Daddy! I’m soooooooorry!” she shrieked.
He ran his fingers through her hair gently and rubbed her back, letting her catch her breath. He leaned over her and found her favorite stuffed animal, a black and white striped cat named Mr. McBeakington and placed it into her trembling hands.
She sobbed and clutched her little friend to her face.
“Redd, we are ending with two more. The last two are going to be the hardest ones, and you are going to say, ‘I will not be disrespectful.’ Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she stuttered and held the stuffed kitten on her cheek tightly.
“Here we go. Last two.” He brought the lexan down with three fourths of his strength and watched as the spot turned white then purple before his eyes.
“Niiiiiiiiine, Daddy!” she choked. “I won’t be disrespectful!”
“Last one, baby girl.” He looked for the least ravaged part of her bottom. It was a dark red, with some purple blue marks he hated. Her sit spot would hurt the worst, but he wasn’t going to touch any of the bruises that were forming on her bottom. He might be part wolf, but he was not an animal.
He brought the lexan down, with less strength, directly onto the spot between her bottom and thigh and watched her squinch up her face. She stomped her feet and clenched her stuffed kitten tightly and let out a tired heart breaking scream. “Ten! I won’t disrespect you, Daddy! I promise!”
He threw down the paddle and scooped his little girl into his arms and held her as she sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
He kissed her head and wrapped the blankets around her. “Shh, shh, it’s all over with, my sweet Little Redd. It’s over. Daddy forgives you. Time to forgive yourself.”
She sniffled and curled up into a tight ball on his lap, holding her stuffed kitten against her nose, stroking its soft black and white fur against Bertram’s cheek.
“When are you going to get yourself a cool animal, like a canine of some sort?” He grabbed her kitten and tickled her cheek. “Cats are disgusting, pompous, fluffy creatures. Not cool like big strong dogs—faithful, dependable—”
“Stinky when wet,” she interrupted him and giggled at his low growl. “Oh, Daddy, you know there’s only room in my heart for one stinky canine.” She hugged him and pretended to purr as she rubbed the stuffed cat along his jawline.
When he left an hour later, she was sleeping soundly with Mr. McBeakington in her hands, lying on her tummy, a sweet angelic look on her face.
He kissed her on her forehead and felt remorse that such a young woman only looked at peace, without the haunted look in her eyes, when she slept.
And almost always after a hard spanking.
He hated spanking her like that. But he had vowed three years ago that he would protect her, even from herself.
He closed her door and placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob and walked down the hall, hoping his job would finally entail something positive today.