Chapter 4 #2
It…was. It was really hot, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “I was wrong.”
“Oh, well. Too late now,” he said, laughing as he dumped her on the bed. “Daddy has new rules for you, Allegra. The first one, obviously, is that you’re going to call me Daddy whenever you’re in trouble, or we’re having a scene—hell, let’s just make it Daddy whenever no one else is around. Got it?”
She narrowed her eyes, huffing and trying to pretend she didn’t absolutely love the idea.
He sighed. “Stubborn girl. Have it your way.” He flipped her over on her belly, dragged her pajama bottoms down, and spanked her bare ass a dozen times.
Allegra was squealing and trying to crawl away by the time he stopped. “Okay! Okay, I’ll call you Daddy!” she promised, as if that wasn’t exactly what she wanted anyway.
“Good girl. Next rule, any time you are frustrated or upset, or struggling … you come to me. A Daddy’s job is to help. Are we clear?”
She hesitated, but as soon as his hand went up, she blurted, “I will, Daddy!” Even as she said it, she knew it was a rule she was going to end up breaking. But she’d at least try.
“Excellent. Third rule…”
He didn’t continue, and she looked over her shoulder full of curiosity. “Third rule?” she asked finally.
The way his lips tilted at one corner and his eyes sparkled made it clear that he was drawing out the silence on purpose. “Third rule is that if you break the rule about asking for help, you don’t get to come for a whole twenty-four hours. Today counts.”
Her mouth dropped open. “But … but that’s so mean!”
To be fair, Carter liked to keep punishment separate from fun, and that meant he rarely allowed things to get sexy after she’d been punished for something important.
But later that night, or early in the morning, they usually found themselves making up for lost time.
The throbbing heat in her ass was a huge turn on once the pain died down a little.
Losing that was going to make being in trouble all the more miserable.
“Oh, I’m not done yet.”
His smirk turned into a self-satisfied smile and she swallowed hard. This is going to suck.
“See, it’s not exactly fair for Daddy to be punished too. I mean if you do something wrong, why should I suffer?”
She knew exactly where this was going and… damn if it wasn’t hot as hell. Still, she couldn’t help saying, “Marriage is about sharing the joy and suffering. I think it was in our vows.”
“It wasn’t,” he assured her with a low chuckle. “This suffering will be yours alone, sweetheart. You don’t get to come, but you do get to please Daddy with the hole of his choice.”
While she was left flushed and speechless, he added, “And if you come while doing it … well, that will be a whole new thing to punish you for, I guess.”
A strangled gargling sound emerged from her open mouth as she stared at him, wide-eyed. Her clit was already pulsing demandingly, and she could feel arousal trickling down her inner thighs. He was turning her on deliberately, while telling her she wouldn’t get any satisfaction from it.
It was diabolical. It was cruel. It was… obscenely exciting. She was in love with this new dynamic already.
“Ready for the strap now?” He didn’t wait for her to respond, but moved over and grabbed it off the dresser.
Her eyes were drawn to it immediately. “I really don’t like that thing,” she muttered.
One eyebrow went up. “You haven’t even felt it yet.”
“I don’t have to. I can tell.”
His face twitched. “I expect you’re right, but that just makes it great for discipline.”
She sighed and started to push herself up to her knees, assuming he’d want her in the usual position for the trauma he was about to inflict on her butt. But as she came up, he patted her backside saying, “Up off the bed, Allegra.”
The head tilt of confusion was probably comical, but he didn’t laugh, he just helped her stand. Her silk bottoms slid down to her ankles, leaving her bare from the waist down. “Ummm?”
He took a seat where she’d been and looked up at her. “Daddy does things a little different, remember?” He patted his thighs. “Over-the-knee feels right for this.”
It wasn’t that he’d never spanked her across his lap before, obviously. It was, after all, such a standard kink activity. But over the years they’d evolved a special protocol for punishment, and this wasn’t it. Lap spankings had become more of a fun thing, and now she was left confused.
She shifted, feeling awkward about crawling over his knees, but in the end it was unnecessary.
He didn’t wait for her to put herself there.
He snagged her wrist and tugged her down across his lap, settled her in place, and pushed her shirt up over her hips.
“But… I struggle so much,” she reminded him.
It wasn’t something she could help either; she’d tried.
But once things really started to hurt, she just couldn’t stay still.
It was obviously the worst during punishment, but even scenes that were fun, but intense, could have her rolling around the bed wildly.
It was embarrassing the amount of fuss she made sometimes, so putting her in a position that made it harder to move had just become … normal.
“I can handle it, Allegra. I might have to hogtie you in the end, but we’ll get there.”
This would be more work for him, but she realized it was what she asked for. To not have to be responsible. He would hold her down, or try anyway, and she could let go and react as much as she needed to, without worrying about her composure. She liked the idea.
She let out a shuddering breath and squirmed a little. “Okay, Daddy.”
He rubbed a hand across her bare skin and gently prodded a couple of spots. There was a tsking sound. “Barely a mark left from last night. I must not have used the paddle enough,” he commented.
She’d been a little disappointed too when she’d looked in the mirror that morning.
Seeing the marks afterward always made her feel things, lots of things.
There had only been a little pink and a few tiny bruises from the letters, and she’d known they wouldn’t last long.
Despite that, she retorted, “Yes you did. You definitely did.”
“Hmm, well, I’m sure tonight’s punishment will last longer.”
A shiver ran down her spine and she twitched nervously.
One hand instinctively wrapping around his ankle for comfort.
“It’s really okay if it doesn’t,” she said fervently.
“Besides these are extras for not staying in place last night. But now I don’t have to stay in place anymore, so really, we should just forget about them. ”
Carter laughed. “I had a feeling you’d say something about that. And you’re partly right. These are for an old rule—but it was your rule at the time you earned them, and I do love a clean slate.”
It was a good thing he couldn’t see her eyes rolling. “Plus, you just want to try out your new toy.”
“That too.”
She sighed dramatically. He loved following through on things he’d promised, which wasn’t a bad thing. Consistency was good, except when her ass was on the line. At least she had the comfort of knowing she wouldn’t earn any more bonuses for struggling in the future.
“Now, let’s get you pinked up before we start in with the strap. I like to prepare my canvas.”
Personally, Allegra thought the canvas was just fine, but she didn’t get a vote.
She didn’t hate the warmup though. Being over his lap, feeling his hand slapping down to leave heat and sting all over her backside—it made her feel connected to him.
She’d expected Daddy to have a different vibe from Sir, but she hadn’t realized how quickly the differences would settle her.
It made her think that if Carter had been Daddy months ago, she wouldn’t have had the same struggles. Of course, they’d never know now, but either way she felt more centered than she had in a very long time.
Even when the steady Slap! Slap! Slap! of the spanking began to hurt.
She squirmed and she wiggled and kicked her legs.
There was something cathartic about not needing to hold back, but the way he quickly moved to control her when she grew too wild was perfect.
She was allowed to react without feeling like she’d failed as a submissive, and he reinforced his authority physically by trapping her legs under one of his, and using his free hand to pin her waving arm to her lower back. It felt right. Painful… but right.
On some level, emotionally, she enjoyed the experience, even while her body actively tried to avoid it.
And the low hum of arousal never quite went away, though an especially long series of spanks did bank the fire.
At least until the end, when a chain of upward scooping slaps targeted the undercurve of her bottom.
His hand set her cheeks to bouncing and it sent ripples straight to her clit.
She fully believed she would have come if he’d continued to spank in just that way. Unfortunately, after a dozen or so he stopped and let his hand come to rest. The moans and whimpers as she lifted her ass for the slaps had given her away.
“I think you might be enjoying this a little too much, sweetheart.”
The low liquid amusement in his tone brought heat to her face, and she had a feeling it was probably as red as her backside. “I’m not,” she insisted. The words lacked any conviction.
“Uh-huh. Well, at any rate I think you’re ready for the strap.”
Her stomach sank. The part she’d been dreading was finally here. Her traitorous clit gave one hard pulse and then subsided, as if realizing there was no point in continuing to be excited.
There was a soft whooshing sound and then the strap landed across both cheeks with a solid force that made her gasp.
For a second it didn’t seem so bad. It hurt but …
and then the fierce burning fire arrived.
It took her breath away and both legs tried to kick up, only to find that she was still firmly trapped.
In her jackknifed position, struggling got her nowhere.