Chapter 18
Natasha
I can’t believe I just did all of that. I was so mad at him for having that car in the garage. And now I’m not sure why I was mad. I guess I felt cheap, but Daddy only wanted me to feel loved.
He’s still hovering over me, holding me down, making me horny, especially after he runs his nose along my breast.
“Why can’t I take the car?” I challenge. It’s fun to antagonize him. I don’t really want to take the car. I’d be afraid I’d wreck it. I’ve never driven anything that cost that much.
“I told you. You’re grounded from the car indefinitely.”
“But why?”
“Because I say so. Because my feelings for you are so much deeper than they were when I bought that death trap.”
I giggle. “When you showed me the picture of it a month ago, you said it was the safest sedan on the market.”
He groans. “I changed my mind. It’s a metal coffin.”
He’s joking, sort of, but I don’t want him to spend his life always afraid I might get hurt. “I’m so sorry about Julia. I can’t imagine how hard that was. I’ve only known you for a month, and already I know if anything happened to you, I would be devastated. But we can’t live our lives constantly worrying about death. We have to hope that, for some reason, we will both live to be a hundred. Well, except you. You’ll be a hundred and twenty.”
He laughs. “You’re still not taking the car, Natasha. Albert will drive you.”
“But what if I have to stay late sometimes or go in early? I’m inconveniencing him. I’m sure Albert has better things to do than chauffeur me around.” I have no idea why I’m goading him. I’m just curious about how far he might let me take this.
He stares at me, probably trying to assess how serious I am. “Albert loves driving you. It’s given him a new purpose in life. Just like Edith loves doting on you and cooking for you. They are so glad I’ve finally found someone. I do think Albert is panicking right now, worrying he might have caused a rift between us.”
“It’s not his fault I forgot my backpack. I’ll apologize to him.”
“Yep. I think that’s a good idea. Not for forgetting your backpack, but for sneaking out the door without telling anyone where you were going and then slamming it on the way back and scaring the poor man to death.”
I wince. He’s right. I did do those things. I was mad at Daddy, but I took some of it out on Albert. “I’ll apologize to him. Then maybe I’ll take the car out for a late-night spin.”
Daddy chuckles. “Or maybe it’s time for me to spank your naughty bottom to remind you who’s in charge.” He lifts a brow.
I clench my butt cheeks. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’m intrigued but also kind of nervous. What if I don’t like being spanked?
“I’m just kidding, Daddy. I don’t want to drive the car. I’d be afraid I might wreck it. I like it when Albert drives me. It gives me extra time to study and read. I like that you know where I am, that my safety matters to you, and that it gives you peace of mind to know I made it to school safely.”
He blows out a relieved breath. “Good. Let’s table the car discussion. Are we good? Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Now, do you want to go downstairs and apologize to Albert while wearing that bra and shirt?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“How about you go into the bathroom, take this off, and put on the clothes I left for you?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He releases me and stands, taking a step back so fast my head spins. He points toward the bathroom. “Go, Little one, before I lose my nerve and strip you naked myself, right here and now.”
I consider challenging him on that. I think I’d rather he stripped me naked and showed me what he intends to do with his mouth. But that’s scary, and we’d be late for dinner, and I still need to apologize.
And I’m a chicken.
So, I scramble off the bed and rush into the bathroom.
I quickly remove the ridiculous outfit and put on the one Daddy left for me. I calm as I do so, realizing I feel more comfortable in the pale-pink cotton dress, frilly socks, and white flats.
I redo my pigtails so they’re higher and add pink ribbons. When I turn to look in the mirror, I smile. I’m Little. Like really Little. Maybe sometimes I can wear things that are more suitable for a Middle—especially if we’re going somewhere—but when I’m at home, I like the fact that Daddy always sets out clothes that make me feel significantly more Little.
I like how my nipples rub against the inside of my dress and how my hair bounces. I like how naughty it feels to sit on my panties because my dress isn’t long enough to cover my bottom. I like how Daddy makes me spread my legs just because he knows it makes me wet and needy.
I’m happy in my skin, and I’m smiling as I open the door and step into the bedroom.
Daddy is sitting on the bed again, staring at me when I stop. “You always take my breath away, Little one.” He holds out a hand.
I come to him, enjoying the fact that he’s started touching me more. A zing runs through my body when his skin touches mine.
My breath hitches when he pulls me between his legs and cups my face. I think he might finally kiss me, but he doesn’t.
He searches my face. “Do you have any idea how deeply I feel about you?”
I swallow. He’s so serious.
“I want to devour you.”
I can’t breathe. He always sucks away the oxygen in the room, just like he says I do.
He holds my gaze. He holds my heart. He holds my soul. He is devouring me. With his eyes.
“I want to spank you.”
I shudder. I’m scared, but I won’t deny him. “Okay.”
“I want to spend the next twenty-four hours controlling you so you’ll know.”
“So I’ll know what?” I murmur.
“How intense I can be.”
“You’re pretty intense, Sir. I’ve known that for a month. I’ve known it even more for the last week.”
“I want more.”
I shudder. A rush of arousal pours out of me, soaking my panties. I’m whimpering from the intensity of his gaze and his words and his dominance. He doesn’t need words. The man can dominate me with a look, but even the simplest phrase makes me feel even more submissive. I want more .
“I want to spank you before we go downstairs. I want to control you entirely for the rest of the evening. When we come back upstairs, I’m going to strip you, bathe you, and tuck you into bed.”
My breath hitches, and I squeeze my legs together. I’m so horny.
“Part your thighs,” he demands. His hand comes under my dress, and he swats my butt hard. “Now, Natasha. Spread your legs.”
I step out with one foot.
He swats me again. “Wider.”
My stomach flips. My small breasts feel huge and heavy.
He’s still cupping my face with his other hand, and he slides his thumb to my lips. “Open your mouth, Natasha.”
I part my lips for him.
He slides his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
I immediately suck his thumb, drawing it in deeper. I want to please him. I want to obey him. It’s all I care about.
“Good girl. Swirl your tongue around my thumb. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock, Natasha?”
My face heats as I shake my head. Of course I haven’t. He knows that. He’s asking me because it embarrasses me and drives my arousal higher.
“I’ll teach you how I like my cock to be sucked, Little one. Soon. Not today. One day soon, though.”
I moan around his thumb. How is it possible that I could get so aroused just from sucking his thumb? I want to drop to my knees and suck his cock. I want him to teach me. I want to please him.
He slides his thumb out with a pop. “Good girl. Can you submit deeper to me, Natasha?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Daddy .”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you now. Do you know why?”
“Because I was naughty.”
He shakes his head. “No. You weren’t naughty. You had worries and concerns you needed to discuss. There were misunderstandings about money that you needed to clear up. Did we clear that up?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you still feel like I’ve bought your love?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you understand that you are deeply loved and that I will buy you things because it pleases me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to spank you because it will help you purge the icky feelings you have from all your pent-up anxiety. I’m going to spank you hard. You will cry. When you finally let go, you’ll feel better. You’ll forgive yourself for all the bad feelings.”
I nod. It’s hard to understand, but I want this.
He moves both hands to my hips, lifts me off the floor, scoops me onto the bed, and arranges me over his lap. “Give me your hands, hold them at the small of your back, Little one.”
I reach back with both hands, feeling vulnerable and nervous.
Daddy clasps my wrists at the small of my back. He sets his other hand on the backs of my thighs. “Part your legs, Natasha. When I spank you, you will always keep your thighs open.”
I move my knees wider. My butt is the highest part of my body. My knees are next to one of his thighs. My cheek is on the mattress.
Daddy pushes my dress up and tucks it under our combined hands at the small of my back. Next, he hooks his fingers into my panties and draws them down to my knees.
I’m panting. He can see and feel my wet panties. I think he’s fisting them between my knees. “Soaked.”
I whimper. I’m so embarrassed and so aroused. The two go hand-in-hand. I’ve figured that out myself.
“Hold your panties between your knees. Do not let the cotton go slack.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He palms my butt. “Your bottom is so pretty. I’m going to pepper it with my palm until it’s bright red. The back of your thighs, too. When we go down for dinner, Albert and Edith will see your red thighs and know I spanked you.”
A slight moan escapes my lips. My entire body shudders.
“You like the idea of other people knowing you got spanked, don’t you, Little one?”
I’m breathing so heavily. I want to deny his statement.
“Natasha… Answer Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, what, Little one.”
“Yes, I want other people to see my red thighs.”
“In the future, I will not hesitate to spank you in front of other people. I would never do so in front of anyone who isn’t kink-friendly, but I will do so in our home. I will spank you in front of Edith and Albert. I will do so in front of Simone. Eventually, I will spank you in front of Camden, too.”
Professor Arnalt… The thought of him seeing me like this is slightly mortifying, but it occurs to me that Daddy probably usually sees Professor Arnalt regularly. The only reason he hasn’t come to the house lately is because Professor Arnalt doesn’t want to embarrass me since I’m his student.
“I’m going to take you to Surrender tomorrow night. I want you to see the club and understand what it’s like to practice your kink in front of other like-minded people. Tomorrow, I will spank you in public.”
I squirm and lift my ass. I want him to stop talking, stop painting naughty pictures in my head that make me want to come. I want him to spank me. Now .
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I like it when you’re polite.” He lifts his hand and delivers the first swat.
I wince. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just surprising.
He does it again, slightly harder.
I don’t wince as badly the second time. My skin feels hot. It’s tingling.
The next several spanks land all over my butt and thighs, raining down on me relentlessly but not with enough pressure to really hurt. Daddy stops to rub my heated cheeks. “How does that feel, Little one?”
“Weird.”
He chuckles. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll crave it. Relax your bottom. Try not to tense your muscles.”
That’s easier said than done, but I try.
“More?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His next slap is loud and harder. I wince and lift my face. He does it again and again. Eventually, I let my body relax over his thighs again as I fall into the rhythm. It’s oddly cathartic.
I go into my head while he continues. His strikes are unpredictable. They land all over my bottom and the back of my thighs down to my knees. Down to my stretched panties.
When he pauses again, he squeezes one of my butt cheeks.
I cry out from the bruising grip.
“You have no idea how hot it is seeing your bottom like this, Natasha. Spanking you is going to become my new favorite pastime.”
My ass is on fire. “Are you done, Daddy?”
“No, Little one. Get out of your head this time. Let yourself feel . Absorb the sting of my palm.”
I’m not sure what he means, but I don’t react as strongly when he resumes this time. I focus on every spank, wondering what my bottom looks like. I bet it’s bright red. It really hurts. I’m overcome with emotion from the intensity of his domination. The fact that he’s holding me down and treating me to something that should be humiliating.
It is humiliating, but I like it. I like that he’s in charge. I like knowing that if I misbehave, this is what he’s going to do. Spank me to teach me a lesson.
The next time he increases the pressure, I moan. It hurts. It really hurts. And it feels so good. Like the weight of the world and all the anxiety I’ve been carrying around flows out of my body. Suddenly, I’m not tense anymore. I’m floating. Free. And then I start crying. The tears fall and run down my cheeks.
When I can’t hold back the emotional overload, I start sobbing. I’m a mess of tears and snot. A noisy mess of hiccups and wailing.
Finally, Daddy stops spanking me. His hand disappears, but he doesn’t rub my bottom this time.
I wiggle, trying to lift my butt so I can make contact with his palm. Where is his hand?
“That’s my good girl. Let it all out, Little one.” He holds my panties between my knees, keeping me from closing my legs. “Feel the burn, Little one. Let it chase away the icky feelings.”
I keep crying, I’m a blubbering mess. It’s one of those ugly cries that can’t be stopped until it burns itself out. All the while, Daddy tells me what a good girl I am and how proud he is of me. Over and over until the tears subside, and I’m left sniffling and exhausted.
I wince when he finally palms my bottom. His touch brings the burn back to the surface. It hurts while it soothes.
Eventually, he lifts me off his lap and stands me on wobbly feet. My panties are still around my knees. “Spread your legs, Natasha. Don’t let your panties fall. You may not let your thighs touch for the rest of the evening.”
I’m so shaky I think I might collapse, but that’s not an option because Daddy wants me to stand here with my knees wide. So I do, while wetness runs out of my pussy down my inner thighs.
As I suck back the last of my sniffles, Daddy leans over to grab some tissues from the box on my nightstand. He wipes my cheeks and holds some up to my nose. “Blow, Little one.”
I reach up to take the tissues, but he swats my hand out of the way. “Blow.”
There’s something so very submissive about letting someone hold the tissues while you blow your nose. I feel Littler than ever as I submit to him in this way.
“Good girl.” He sets me back a few feet as he stands before reaching down and pulling my panties up over my sore bottom.
I wince. “Owwie.”
He smiles. “You’ll be thinking about that for a few hours, Little one.” He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, where I stand, staring at myself in the mirror while he wets a washcloth.
He gently cleans my face before kissing my forehead. “You did so well, Little one. How do you feel?”
“My bottom hurts,” I grumble, reaching back to rub it.
Daddy grabs my wrist. “Don’t touch your naughty bottom. You don’t get to touch it after I spank you. I want you to feel the sting and remember my palm for a while.”
I lick my dry lips, trembling before him.
“Let’s go see if Albert is in the kitchen, Little one.”
“Yes, Sir.” I take a deep breath. This next phase of our relationship is going to be intense.