Chapter 6
Keri
I sat there on the couch, unable to stop the way my fingers were trembling. I pressed my thighs together, well aware of the fact I was soaking wet. I know he couldn’t see that, not yet anyway, but I knew he would soon.
“Stand up, little girl,” he instructed gently. His words weren’t harsh or cruel by any means, but they were expectant and that made me want to obey him even more.
With a shaky breath, I pushed myself up to my feet. His palms grasped my shoulders, sliding down until he gripped my upper arms, squeezing them softly as if he was telling me that my obedience pleased him.
He carefully turned me around as his fingers caressed my neck. His touch was soothing, and it calmed me even though he was about to strip me bare and spank my bottom hard.
“Unbutton your blouse for me,” he directed, and my fingers fumbled to do as he asked.
It took me at least double the time that it usually did to fully undo every button.
When I was done, he very slowly grasped the shirt and pulled it down my arms until it was free from my body.
I shivered hard. He ran his fingers down my spine and I was almost sad that there was still a layer of fabric between his skin and mine.
He unzipped the back of my skirt himself. I didn’t dare move as he pushed my skirt down my hips until it fell to the floor. With care, he guided one foot out of it after the next and folded it with my blouse.
Next came my tank top. He grasped the bottom of it and dragged it up my body, baring my matching lingerie set to his eyes. I couldn’t see him watching, but I knew he was. I could feel his eyes on my skin.
“These are very becoming on you, little girl,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but blush a little bit. I chewed my bottom lip as the effect of his words weighed heavy on me. Even though I’d been naughty and was about to be punished for it, he had made me feel beautiful all the same.
With practiced ease, he pinched the clasp of my bra and it came undone. He slid the straps down my arms and once it was free, I moved to cover my breasts with my arms. He didn’t say anything about it as he pushed my panties down my hips until they pooled at my ankles.
“Step out of your panties, little girl,” he guided.
I whimpered and did what he wanted even though my legs were trembling so hard that they felt like jelly.
He knelt behind me and picked them up off the floor. He grazed his thumb of the gusset and cleared his throat.
“They’re soaking wet, little girl. Look at the wet spot you left behind for me to find,” he said calmly.
My eyes flashed down to the sodden fabric. They were so damp that I blushed heatedly as a soft whimper escaped my lips.
“Step out of your shoes for me, little girl,” he said sternly.
He picked them up off the floor and gathered all of my folded clothing in his arms.
“You will wait here while I lock these up. You will think about the fact that you’re entirely naked and about to go over Daddy’s knee for a hard spanking, do you understand me, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied so quietly that I wasn’t sure if he heard me.
“Good girl,” he said. I watched him turn and walk out of the room for the second time that day.
I worried my bottom lip with my teeth. I had never been more aware of my nakedness than I was right then.
My inner thighs were slick with my wetness and my breasts felt heavy with arousal.
My nipples were so incredibly hard, and I had to do everything in my power not to take them in my fingers and touch them.
Every muscle in my body was twitching with sensation. Even my bottom felt more sensitive than ever, as if I was already over his knee getting spanked. I stepped from one foot to the other, hugging my chest even more tightly as I struggled to come to terms with what was about to happen.
I’d come to him to ask for help.
Again.
I’d lied and he’d caught me.
Again.
I was going over his knee for a sound spanking meant to teach me that lying to Daddy was naughty.
Again.
My hearing was heightened. I heard his heels clicking against the tile as he walked down the stairs and through the doorway back into the study with me. If he was pleased that I was still standing in the room, he didn’t show it.
“Hands on the back of your head, little girl. Daddy wants to see that beautiful little body,” he instructed.
Hesitantly, I did what he asked. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him, but I watched his feet as he circled around me. I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
When his fingers finally caressed my lower back, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He didn’t stop though as he lowered his palm and gently cupped my left bottom cheek.
“Just as beautiful as I remember. Turn around for me so I can see those pretty breasts,” he demanded firmly.
Of my own accord, I turned, and his finger captured my chin and lifted my face up toward him. He made me watch as he studied my bare breasts.
“Such pretty pink nipples, little girl. And look, they’re already so hard for Daddy, aren’t they?”
I flushed deeply.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trying to wade my way through the shame.
“Daddy likes that, little girl,” he murmured, and I blushed even harder.
His fingers ventured between my thighs, sliding into my wetness with ease.
“Do you know what else Daddy likes, little girl?” he asked expectantly.
“I’m not sure, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Daddy likes that you’re so wet for him even though you’re afraid of the hard spanking he’s about to give you,” he continued.
A strangled cry came from me and that only made my face heat even more impossibly hot.
He took my hand in his and led me back to the same couch I’d been punished over the last time. This time, he didn’t offer me his hand. He was the one to take it himself. There was no time to fight back as he pulled me over his knee and locked me into place with a firm grip on my hip.
Even now that I was twenty-five, I’d never felt smaller than I did in that moment. I bit my lip. I didn’t feel sassy anymore. I didn’t feel as though I could weasel out of this.
Last time, I hadn’t known if it was real or not, but this time I knew what it was.
This was real. I was a naughty little girl about to get spanked over Daddy’s knee.
His palm settled on my backside. I stopped breathing. My heart pounded anxiously in my chest.
“Daddy?” I whispered anxiously.
“Yes, little girl?”
“I’m scared,” I cried, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice. My hesitation and fear rolled off of me in waves and at once it all overwhelmed me.
“I know, sweet girl. Daddy is going to take care of you,” he replied. His voice was gentle and full of kindness and for some reason, that allowed me to relax just the slightest bit.
He dragged his fingers across my bare flesh, massaging my vulnerable backside and I calmed down even more. I even found myself pressing back against him. My thighs parted slightly, and I pushed them back together, not wanting to reveal any more of myself than I already had.
I took a deep breath. I could do this. I wasn’t eighteen anymore. I could take a spanking and survive. It would hurt for a little while, but I’d be fine in the morning.
Right?
For some reason, I didn’t know if I could really believe that myself. Especially not right now with his menacing palm pressed against my bare ass. I squirmed, trying to test to see if he had a firm hold of me and I hardly moved an inch. I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided that I could.
A breathy sigh escaped me, and his hand finally pulled away from my over-sensitized skin, only to smack down hard right where my bottom met my thighs.
My pussy clenched down hard and I keened in surprise at the sharp sound.
A deep stinging sensation buzzed across my flesh and when a second slap branded the other side, I slammed my lips together so that I didn’t make a second sound.
I didn’t remember him starting this hard last time. He spanked me several more times and I came to the terrifying realization that he was most certainly punishing me more firmly than last time.
“Wait. You’re spanking me harder,” I cried out.
“I know, little girl. Daddy has to spank you harder for lying a second time, doesn’t he?” he pressed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.
He didn’t say anything more after that. He just used his palm to deliver the rest of the message.
Over and over again, his hand smacked against my ass, painting the entirety of my backside with that same burning sting, only this time he ventured a little bit further down my thighs.
Those hurt the worst, and soon I was squirming as much as I could manage in order to try to avoid each punishing blow.
He didn’t miss, not even once.
Fuck, it hurt. I had told him not to make it hurt and he didn’t listen.
“Stop! I’ve had enough,” I cried.
“This is a punishment, little girl, and Daddy is going to decide when you’ve learned your lesson,” he answered darkly.
“I won’t lie again, Daddy!” I squealed, trying to grab the couch so that I could pull myself forward.
“I’m going to make sure of that,” he answered. His palm continued to pepper my backside far more thoroughly than I wanted. It was truly beginning to hurt and that made me mad. I felt so out of control and he kept pushing and pushing and nothing I could do would make it stop.
His cock throbbed hard against my belly. He was aroused. I could use that.
“Please. I’ll suck your cock for you, Daddy. Please stop spanking me,” I begged.
Still, he didn’t listen. If anything, his palm spanked me even harder.
For a while longer, I was able to keep quiet. I didn’t let myself cry out, not even once after that. I stayed strong, like a goddamn fortress, until he started spanking the tops of my thighs just as hard as he had all over my backside. That’s what crumbled me from within.