Chapter 5 #4
“I have a friend who works in the tech department that oversees the department of education. There’s a multitude of cameras that monitor each floor of your building, aren’t there?
” he asked. He’d folded his hands in his lap.
He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and I suddenly found it very hard to even breathe as he stared at me.
“Yes,” I sighed. His gaze held me captive.
I couldn’t look away even if I tried. Immediately, a sickening feeling gathered in the pool of my belly.
He knew far more than he was letting on and I hadn’t been ready for it.
I’m not sure if I felt tricked or angry that he’d figured this out all on his own, but at this point, I knew I was approaching a point of no return.
Whatever was about to happen was going to happen.
There would be no stopping it.
“Tell me. If I requested the footage from yesterday morning, what would I see?” he pressed.
I could feel my story crumbling. I opened my mouth and closed it, trying to come up with some sort of an intelligent response. I couldn’t think of a single thing. No smart-assed remark. No logical explanation. Nothing. Not even one word to defend myself.
I blushed so hard that I thought my face had burst into flames. I turned my head in a way that my hair fell in front of me, but it was too late. He’d already seen it by the time I’d looked away.
He’d caught me in a lie. He’d seen right through everything.
“I…” I began, but he cut me off.
“You lied to me again, little girl,” he said firmly. A strangled choking sound emerged from my lips and my mind went blank. Fearfully, I met his gaze and saw the same darkness that I’d seen there so many years before.
This wasn’t me asking a friend for help anymore. Any pretense that this was anything else had all but gone. The same feelings I’d felt back then came rushing back. I’d been naughty and Daddy had found me out.
“What happened the last time you lied to Daddy, little girl?” he pressed determinedly.
“I don’t remember,” I scoffed, trying anything to save face in front of this powerful man.
“You do remember, little girl,” he scolded gently. He flexed his hands purposefully and I swallowed as a ball of anxiety roiled inside my core.
I bit my lip, refusing to say more because the moment I said anything at all, it would be real all over again, but he didn’t let me.
“You will answer me, little girl,” he added firmly.
I whimpered softly, closing my eyes for a long moment and willing this all to just disappear.
“You spanked me,” I finally managed to blurt out, although my voice sounded so small and foreign that I almost didn’t recognize myself. My face burned even hotter than it did the first time he’d caught me lying to him, which I didn’t realize was possible.
Saying it out loud admitted that it was real, that back when I was eighteen, he’d taken down my panties and spanked me like a naughty little girl over his knee. Right here in this very room.
“Refer to me properly. You know what I expect from you, little girl,” he pushed. He was leaving no room for me to wiggle out of it this time.
A soft whine escaped my lips.
“You spanked me, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely.
“It was a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee, wasn’t it, little girl?” he replied as his dark eyes bored into mine.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked. My voice sounded so different. I sounded so weak. Would he think less of me because of it? Would he like that he had that kind of effect on me?
“It hurt, didn’t it, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. My legs were beginning to tremble and my palms were a little sweaty. I pressed them against my thighs and tried to act as if I was brushing away a piece of lint, but it didn’t help calm my nerves, not even in the slightest.
“I should go,” I whispered. I moved to stand, and he shook his head.
“Not yet, little girl. I would like to finish our conversation,” he replied bluntly. “Sit back down.”
I did because I couldn’t bring myself to run out that door even though I knew I probably should. As my backside pressed against the soft leather of the couch, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his big hands as I imagined how this conversation was likely going to end.
“I spanked you hard last time, little girl, but apparently not hard enough to teach you not to lie to Daddy again,” he mused darkly, and I felt my shoulders curl inward.
I tried to make myself smaller, less of a target, but all of his attention was focused on me and only me as if there was a giant spotlight above putting me on complete display.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web and there was no way out.
“I can solve your problem for you, but little girls who need Daddy to solve their problems are spanked hard on their bare bottoms when they’re naughty.
Those spankings are not just meant to make you wet either.
Those spankings are real, and they’re meant to hurt,” he continued as he looked me up and down, clear desire in his eyes.
I opened my mouth and closed it again. I tried to come up with a solution, any solution, that didn’t end up with getting a spanking so hard that it hurt.
There was only one option for me left.
“I know I deserve to be spanked,” I began softly. “But, maybe, if it didn’t hurt too badly, I could make it worth your while?” I glanced down straight at his cock. I’d play the part of a seductress if it would save me in the end. I’d do whatever I had to do in order for it not to hurt.
I licked my lips, and he tilted his head to the side, waiting for me to continue.
“What if…” I paused to unbutton the top of my blouse, “I sucked your cock, Daddy? Would you make the spanking hurt less if I promised to make sure you enjoyed yourself after it was over?”
I really didn’t want the whole thing to hurt. The pain was hard for me to bear and that made me afraid.
It was at that moment I realized that I was soaking wet.
My nipples, although covered by my bra, were impossibly hard.
He’d caught me in a lie despite the fact that I’d acted the part perfectly, or at least I thought I had.
His mere presence, his overwhelming dominance, and the fact that it all came together and made me feel like a naughty little girl was what aroused me so very deeply.
It wasn’t the spanking itself. It definitely wasn’t the fact that it might hurt.
“Please? I promise to make it worth your while,” I continued. I bent forward slightly, hoping to tease and flirt my way out of this because that was the only option I had left.
He smiled at me. Maybe he would take that bait.
“If you want, maybe you could even take me to your bed instead of spanking me? I’ll do whatever you like if you just promise me that the spanking won’t really hurt,” I pleaded.
His grin grew even wider and he started to chuckle. My own smile faltered, and I snapped my lips shut as I tried to grapple with my humiliation.
“No. That’s not how it’s going to work, little girl,” he finally replied, and my stomach tied up in knots.
“Please, Daddy?” I gave it one last shot, but then he shook his head, and I knew that I had lost.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next.
You’re going to be spanked over my knee.
The spanking is going to happen on your bare little bottom and it’s going to hurt a great deal.
After it’s all over, you’ll thank me for punishing you by sucking my cock with that pretty little mouth.
You’re not going to run from me this time because all of your clothes are coming off.
I’m going to lock them away in my cabinet and they won’t be returned until you’ve swallowed every last drop of Daddy’s cum. Do you understand, little girl?”
“I don’t want it to hurt,” I said softly. I sounded so defeated. Fragile, even. Nothing like the me I was used to.
“I know you don’t like hard spankings, little girl.
I like the fact that you don’t like them,” he continued, and my pussy clenched tightly, both from fear and unfathomable desire.
He stood and walked over to me. Carefully, he traced the line of my chin and lifted my face up toward his.
His grip was firm, and I felt like a prisoner trapped in his gaze.
“But you were naughty and even you know that when a little girl is naughty, she needs to be taken over Daddy’s knee and spanked hard, doesn’t she?” he asked me.
I swallowed, unable to look away from those dark brown eyes.
I realized that they were the color of something in between milk and dark chocolate.
There were flecks of lighter hazel tones in there that I hadn’t noticed before.
Beneath all that, there was danger, dominance, and expectation, but also something else. Something far deeper than all of that.
The promise of so much more if I would only just give into Daddy.
I could stop everything if I really wanted to, but if I was honest with myself, I really wanted his help.
When he’d spanked me last time, I’d expected it to be difficult to sit the next day.
I’d looked in the mirror the moment I’d woken up in the morning and my bottom hadn’t even been pink.
The sting of his palm hadn’t lasted for more than an hour into the night if I was really being honest with myself.
My anger over my own reaction had burned far hotter and for far longer.
I swallowed heavily.
The pain had been temporary and in return, he had made all my problems disappear.
“Was it you that made sure that some of my father’s money was given to me after his arrest?” I asked suddenly.
“Yes,” he answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Why? I don’t understand…” I pressed.
“Because even very naughty girls deserve to be taken care of from time to time, don’t they, little girl?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side. There was definite warmth in his eyes as I stared back at him and his lips turned up in a gentle smile.
He helped me when he hadn’t needed to. I hadn’t asked him for the money to live.
He’d done that of his own accord and even though I was afraid of what was about to happen, knowing that he did that out of the kindness of his own heart struck me even more deeply than anything else.
Maybe I’d overreacted so many years ago.
“Thank you,” I finally whispered, awestruck by his kindness when I’d been anything but that night.
“You don’t need to thank me, little girl,” he replied. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but then he shut it again. Again, his eyes simmered with feeling, and I thought I saw something more there. Did he care for me? Did I mean something to him?
I could walk away right now. I wouldn’t get his help, but I also wouldn’t find out what was really beneath all that power and money and dominance. If I left now, I’d never get to know the man underneath it all. I’d never know what it would be like to be Daddy’s little girl.
I swallowed deeply, shutting my eyes for a long moment and gathering every last shred of bravery left in my heart and at the very depths of my soul. When I opened them again, he was watching me intently, waiting for whatever I was about to say next.
“Daddy?” I started.
“Yes, little girl?”
“I’m sorry for lying to you,” I continued.
“What needs to happen, naughty girl?”
“I need you to spank me, Daddy,” I whimpered quietly.
“You need that spanking to hurt, don’t you, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Daddy’s going to take care of you, little girl. He knows what you need.”