Chapter 16
DANE
Stepping back, I take in the sight before me.
Naked but for her borrowed shirt, with her overalls pooled around her ankles, she is the perfect picture of a naughty little girl waiting for her Daddy’s discipline.
Perhaps another time, when she hasn’t been so naughty, I’ll bring her back here with a flogger and show her how good a “punishment” can feel.
But for now, I have very real discipline to deliver. It’s not so much the fact that she ran, but the fact that she did so without my knowledge or permission that has me determined to teach her a lesson she never forgets.
My blood pulses at the thought of what’s to come as I pick up the first switch. I cut six, just in case some of them are flimsier than I realized.
Vanessa tenses as I whip the flexible branch through the air, and I can’t help but grin at the sight of her. So bold, so brave. Until she’s tied to a tree, waiting to have her bare bottom striped with a switch. Then she’s just like any Little girl, trembling in terror of the punishment to come.
“There is no count,” I tell her as I tap the branch against her unprotected bottom, drawing a muted whimper from my little fox as she presses herself even more tightly against the tree.
“I will stop when I believe you’ve learned your lesson about not leaving the house without permission and running into the woods without supervision. ”
Raising my arm, I wait, counting silently to five as I watch my Little one tremble in front of me.
Drawing out the tension as long as I dare before whipping the thin branch down across the middle of her luscious bottom.
The welt forms almost immediately, a dark, angry pink that has my cock jerking in my pants.
But none of that is even half as sweet as her screams.
Vanessa
Agony slices through my skin in a thin line as he switches me a second, then a third, then a fourth time all in a row.
If I wasn’t tied to this tree, I have no doubt I’d be fighting like hell to escape.
But as it is, every movement causes the rough bark to scrape against my flesh, so I try my best to stay still even as he lights little fires up and down my ass.
“If you want me to chase you, little fox, you only have to ask.” Another four lines of torment lash at my skin, tearing another pained cry from my lips.
“Daddy will be more than happy to indulge whatever terrifying, sexy fantasy you have, with my oversight. But you will not disappear without my knowledge again.”
“Okay, okay! I promise!” Right now, I’m willing to promise whatever it takes to get him to end my punishment. I suspect we both know I’ll break that promise as soon as my butt stops hurting, but for now, I’ll do anything he says if he just stops.
My heart drops into my stomach when my tormentor only laughs. “Little girls always promise the world when they’re in the middle of getting their bottoms spanked. But we both know that for this lesson to truly stick, it’s going to take more than a few measly stripes on your pretty little bottom.”
I choke on a sob as he resumes my punishment, lashing me over and over again as I scream and writhe against the tree. The forest fills with the sound of my cries, my begging, and the soft whistle of the switch as it flies through the air.
Whatever sense of dignity I thought I had is now gone, buried beneath the hundreds of stinging welts covering my ass.
I barely even notice when my punishment ends, until a large, rough hand cups one cheek and gives it a hard squeeze, reigniting every single one of those welts as I soak the bark with my tears.
“Have you learned your lesson, little one? No more running off without permission?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy,” I somehow manage to choke out between gasping breaths.
“Good girl.” His praise is a low murmur in my ear, and I hate that it instantly calms the racing of my heart, even a little bit.
“You are so fucking perfect, Vanessa. But I will not stand for you putting yourself in harm’s way.
You are mine, and I will destroy any threat that might take you from me—especially your own recklessness. Do you hear me?”
God help me, I almost believe him. It would be so fucking easy to simply let go and sink into this life he’s offering me. To pretend he actually cares so I can live the rest of my life without expectations or responsibilities. After all, the other girls seem plenty happy, don’t they?
But something inside me, maybe it’s survival, maybe it’s just sheer goddamn stubbornness, won’t let me. So even though I nod, even though I say “Yes, Daddy” the way he expects me to, I don’t believe him.
I’ll never believe him.
“Such a sweet little fox.” The sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears and I close my eyes as my body braces for his invasion. “Daddy’s going to fuck your poor, welted bottom now. Do you want to come with Daddy’s cock in your bottom, baby?”
“No.”
Does he know I’m lying? Can he tell that even now, with my ass on fire and the threat of more punishment to come, I’m literally fucking dripping with arousal? Can he see it coating my inner thighs? Can he smell my scent on the wind?
God, I hope he can’t tell.
Unfortunately, that prayer—like so many others—goes unanswered.
“Are you sure about that, little one?” Amusement dances in his words as his hand slides over my hip to where I’m drenched for him.
A thick finger slips between my soaked lips, over my swollen clit, and I just manage to stop the gasp that rises in my chest as pleasure floods my body.
“Are you sure you’d rather spend the rest of the day sitting in a pool of your own arousal?
Your diaper soaked through with your juices? ”
I can’t outright say that I’m not aroused. Not with him two knuckles deep in my pussy. With my ass aching and the promise of another mouth-soaping on the horizon, I don’t dare push hard enough to find out what the punishment for lying straight to his face will be.
So I simply say… nothing. I don’t speak, I don’t even whimper as he continues stroking my swollen and aching nub.
After several long moments of silence on my part, Dane sighs and pulls his hand away.
“All right, babygirl. No pleasure for you. Just for Daddy.”
The thick head of his cock pushes between my bottom cheeks and now I can’t help but whimper at the intrusion.
I’m still so sore from the night before, a fact I clearly did not take into consideration when I decided to run for it.
Especially since, as far as I can tell, he isn’t using any lubricant.
Not even his saliva to help ease his way, whatever good it did me the first time.
Fresh tears well in my eyes as pain shoots through me, sharp and cutting and burning.
“Daddy… please…” My plea is little more than a whisper. Between the pressure in my chest and the soreness of my throat from all the screaming, it’s all I can manage.
“You had your chance, little fox.” More pain as he fucks himself into me with harsh, demanding strokes.
Forcing my bottom open for his wicked pleasure.
“But you chose to be stubborn instead. Now, you get to take Daddy’s cock in your bottom without the distraction of an orgasm to make it more bearable.
Maybe next time you’ll be honest with Daddy. ”
More tears spill down my cheeks with every thrust of his cock inside me. And yet, as the pain deepens, worsens, so does the arousal I so desperately don’t want to feel. The more he hurts me, the more I crave it.
The more I crave him.
“I’m sorry!” The words burst out of me as he buries himself fully inside my bottom, his back flush against mine and the coarse hairs of his groin and thighs rubbing against every single welt. “Please, Daddy, I’m sorry! I want to come, please!”
“Hmm.” Pressing me even more firmly against the tree, he dips his head, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin of my neck and sending shockwaves of need coursing through me. “Are you very sorry for lying to Daddy, little fox?”
For fuck’s sake. Do I not sound sorry?
I am at least intelligent enough—or perhaps just desperate enough—not to say that out loud. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine, and the self-loathing I hold deep in my heart grows heavier. “I’m the sorriest I’ve ever been, I swear!”
“And you’re going to be honest with Daddy from now on? Even when it’s embarrassing? Even when you don’t want to admit how much you like it when Daddy hurts you?”
“Yes, yes, I swear!”
Another low hum, another gentle nip at my neck. “All right.” His hand wedges between my hips and the tree, his thick fingers pressing between my soaked lips. “Come for me, my stubborn little fox.”
Furious fingers rub over my clit as he fucks me, hard and fast. I lose all sense of what’s pain and what’s pleasure as I sink into the dark abyss that is somehow both.
Something snaps inside me, and the world goes black as I let out one final scream, my bottom clenching around the thick cock buried inside me.
Behind me, Dane goes still, his cock swelling as he empties himself into the deepest, most humiliating parts of me.
His breaths are ragged, uneven, letting me know he’s as affected by our interlude here as I am.
Pressure blooms in my chest and it takes me a moment to identify the sensation as pride.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
I’m still grappling with that question when he nuzzles at my neck, a gesture full of such unexpected sweetness, it may actually be the most devastating thing he’s done to me in the past twenty-four hours.
“You take me so well, little fox.” His voice is tinged with awe, and that combined with the nuzzling is almost more than I can bear. “I know I’m being harsh with you, but it’s important that you learn the rules so we can keep you safe. You are far too precious for me to take risks with.”
Precious? The word is such a jarring contradiction to his actual treatment of me, I can’t wrap my mind around it. Is this how they convinced Josie and the others to stay? By making them believe these monsters actually… care?
Those thoughts are far too dangerous to speak out loud, especially in a forest filled with more switches for him to punish me with, so once again I’m forced to swallow my pride. “I understand.”
I can feel his lips curve against my skin, and the pressure in my chest increases. “My smart Little girl.” Pulling back, he sighs heavily as he pulls his softened cock from my bottom. “We should get home. A certain someone missed lunch, and we’ll both need plenty of fuel after that chase.”
As if on cue, my stomach growls, and Dane chuckles at the sound as he unwraps the belt from around my wrists, freeing me from the tree. “See? Even your cute little tummy agrees with Daddy.”
I roll my eyes, but don’t bother to argue as he wraps me up in a fresh diaper he pulled from somewhere and fixes my overalls.
Once I’m fully dressed again, he takes my hand firmly in his and we begin our trek back to the house.
Every step is agony, with the edges of the diaper rubbing against so many of my welts as I walk.
As a result, I’m much slower than usual, a fact that does not go unnoticed by Dane.
Pausing not too far from the tree where he switched and fucked me, he frowns. “What’s wrong? You’re moving slowly, like you’re injured.”
Annoyance and embarrassment make my voice sharper than is probably wise as I scowl up at him. “I am injured. My butt hurts and the stupid diaper isn’t helping things!”
His frown deepens for a moment before understanding dawns. “Ah, I see. Hop on, then.”
Turning his back to me, he crouches down, and I can only stare at him in shock. “You can’t carry me the whole way back! I’m too heavy!”
“Nonsense. You’re only a Little girl.”
If he keeps this up, my eyes are going to roll right out of my head. “I’m still adult-sized, even if you insist on treating me like a toddler. You cannot carry me, Dane. I’m fine walking, just a little slow.”
“Vanessa.” Though his voice is firm enough to have my ass instinctively clenching and sending a fresh wave of pain through my body, it’s also tinged with amusement.
“It will be faster and easier for us both if I carry you for a bit. Will you please stop being so stubborn and just do as you’re told for once? ”
All my life, I’ve been told how ornery I am, and maybe it’s the truth because defiance wells inside me at his words. “I can walk.”
“Walking is going to be even more uncomfortable if I have to bare your bottom for another spanking, little girl. Which is exactly what I will do if you keep defying me.”
Just the thought of another punishment nearly brings me to tears. It’s enough to compel me forward, onto his offered back.
Strong arms wrap around my legs, hoisting me up even further, and a shocked squeal slips from my lips as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck.
“Ah, loosen up a bit, babygirl,” he says with a strained laugh. “If you strangle me, we’re both going down.”
For a moment, I’m tempted. But the terrifying truth is that with all the running and changing directions I did while trying to escape him, I have absolutely no idea where I am or how to get out of these woods. Which makes him the lesser of two evils, so I loosen my grip as much as I dare.
“Good girl.” Again his praise sparks something inside me, something I don’t want to examine too closely for fear of what I’ll find there. “Let’s get you home, so your Auntie Gray can fuss over you.”
We begin our journey once more, back toward the place I have been trying so hard to escape. And with every step, I try to convince myself the relief I feel is only because I won’t have to die alone in the Colorado wilderness.
But I’m not a very good liar. Especially to myself.