Chapter 10 #2
“It’s dark. I’ll have Officer Smith drive you there while I handle this,” he replied curtly, and I knew better than to argue with an officer of the law. He walked over to the other police car and gestured for me to climb in the back after he talked with the other officer for a minute or two.
I smiled graciously even as the humiliation of climbing into the back of a police vehicle tore through me.
The other officer got in the front seat and drove away from the site of the collision.
He didn’t say anything at all, and the drive was mercifully short.
I apparently hadn’t made it very far and as we drove around the block, I chewed my lip as I stumbled over the words that I might say when I knocked on Jaxon’s door for the second time that night.
When the car pulled into his driveway, the lights were still on and I still didn’t know what to say.
He’d said I’d be back. I just hadn’t thought it would be this soon. In fact, I had planned on never returning to his door ever again, but here I was all the same.
The walk of shame to his front door was so overwhelming that each step felt like a journey to the end of the Earth and back.
I took a shaky breath as I stood on his porch and anxiously looked back, hoping that it was all a bad dream and that what I’d done would just disappear.
It wasn’t though. It was very real, and it wasn’t going away.
The officer waved and despite the fact that I knew he was just being polite by making sure a lone woman like myself made it safely inside, it still made my embarrassment of getting into trouble like this that much more mortifying.
The police officer didn’t know that I was going to get the belt once I went inside. He didn’t know Daddy like I did.
I pressed the doorbell and I stopped breathing as the seconds ticked by.
I shuffled back and forth as I heard footsteps on the other side, and I pressed my palms against my belly in hopes to quell the nausea brewing deep inside me.
The door creaked just the slightest bit as it opened, and I lifted my face only to be captured in that firm hypnotizing gaze I’d been running from such a short time ago.
His lips turned up in the tiniest bit of a smirk once he saw that I was standing in front of him again.
He glanced over my shoulder and nodded once toward the officer.
“Have you gotten yourself into trouble, naughty girl?” Jaxon asked. I didn’t look back, but I was grateful to hear the sound of the cop driving away. At least he wouldn’t hear this. It would only add to my already overwhelming shame.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible.
I fidgeted with my fingers in front of my stomach.
My palms were sweaty, and my nerves only made my pounding heart beat even more frantically.
I just stood there, feeling anxiously awkward and out of my element.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands and finally settled on putting them at my sides.
“You know what’s going to happen once you walk through this door, don’t you, little girl?” he questioned. He stood against one side of the door with his arm against the other, blocking my entry until I gave him what he wanted.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Tell me, little girl. What’s going to happen?”
“You’re going to spank me, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely.
I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. My pussy clenched tightly.
“Daddy’s not just going to spank you, little girl. If you walk through his door, he’s going to punish you and it’s going to hurt,” he said firmly. His gaze bored into mine. He meant every single word.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured. I couldn’t look at him, so I stared down at the tile floor beneath his feet instead.
“Do you need Daddy to take care of you, little girl?” he pressed.
We both knew what that meant. If I was going to walk through that door, I would not only receive his help, but I’d also go over his knee for a spanking that hurt, and it wasn’t going to end there. I had earned a session with Daddy’s belt too.
I could say no, but that’s what I’d done again and again.
I’d walked away from him three times already and hated myself for being weak, for not being strong enough to stay.
I chewed the inside of my cheek. I’d regretted running away from him.
I’d always wondered what would happen if I stayed.
Would he make it hurt? Would he be gentle?
Would he be kind to my heart after it was all over?
I knew I would say even before I opened my mouth. I had been wanting to say yes for years but I’d been too afraid to ask him for what I wanted. This time, I was going to be strong enough to say yes.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. “Please take care of your little girl.”
“Are you sure?” he pushed one more time. He was giving me one last chance to walk away, one last chance to say no. Once I walked through that door tonight, there would be no walking out. He didn’t need to say it, but I knew it all the same.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered softly. He moved aside, allowing me the chance to walk inside once and for all. He closed the door behind me. In the silence, the door clicking shut was deafening.
“You know the way to the study by now, Keri. You’re going to tell Daddy what has happened and then we’re going to deal with it together,” he explained, and I knew better than to argue.
I worried my bottom lip with my teeth as I walked in front of him.
His footsteps were loud and terrifying behind me, maybe even more so because I knew what was coming for me after I told him what he wanted to know.
“Take a seat, little girl,” he instructed.
I sat down anxiously. My mouth was dry.
“May I please have some water?” I asked hoarsely.
He cleared his throat expectantly.
“May I please have some water, Daddy?”
“Good girl,” he answered before he pressed a button on his watch. In less than a minute, the butler was at the door.
“Fetch Keri a glass of ice water, please,” he asked, and the butler nodded. He was gone soon after that.
“While we’re waiting, you’re going to stop stalling and explain to me why you arrived at my house in the back of a police car. You will tell Daddy every last detail or else that pretty little bottom is going to pay even more dearly than it already is,” he commanded firmly.
A strangled noise of arousal, shame, and fear escaped me, and I looked down at the floor.
“I hit a parked car on the side of the road, and it turned out to be a cop,” I whispered.
“Were you distracted, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered meekly.
He was silent for what felt like forever. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me, assessing me for whatever signs he was looking for and when he finally spoke again, I felt myself hanging onto every word as if my life depended on it.
“Was your hand in between your pretty thighs when you crashed, little girl? Were you trying to make yourself come because Daddy made you wet and needy?”
I’d never felt like such a naughty girl in my life. My heart pounded in my chest, almost as if it was a direct conduit to the sound of his scolding voice.
“Did you need to come so badly that you couldn’t wait until you were safely home and in your own bed?” he asked pointedly.
I felt my face color with shame.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered weakly.
“Did you make yourself come, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I whimpered quietly.
He chuckled softly. The sound was like music. It wasn’t judgmental and it didn’t feel like he was laughing at me. It was something else and I couldn’t quite put a finger on it. If anything, it made me even more nervous for what was to come.
“Did Daddy give you permission to touch that needy little clit?” he asked.
“No, Daddy.”
I forced myself to lift my gaze and look at him. He’d sat back, giving me a full view of his lap. I gulped hard, knowing that I was about to spend a good deal of time over it.
I felt like such a bad little girl. Did he think less of me now? Was he disappointed that I’d done something so impossibly foolish?
“It was very naughty to try to make yourself come while you were driving, wasn’t it, little girl,” he chided, and I felt my blush deepen.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.
“I’m going to take care of you, little girl. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, chewing on my lip. My nerves were so wildly out of control that it made my voice shake.
“Daddy’s been keeping an eye on you for a long time. He’s very proud of how much you’ve accomplished on your own, do you know that, little girl?”
I froze for a moment.
“You have?” I whispered.
“Yes, little girl. Even when you’re naughty, Daddy will always be proud of you and that will never change,” he murmured gently, and a warm feeling burst across my chest. His kindness felt like a tender embrace and I hadn’t expected that.
“Yes, Daddy,” I managed to mutter. I didn’t know what else to say to tell him how much his words meant to me, but it turned out that I didn’t need to say anything at all.
“Daddy is going to make this all disappear, but a few things need to happen before he does that, little girl,” he began.
My thighs rubbed against one another and I squirmed anxiously.
Everything was coming together to make me feel small and vulnerable and incredibly scared.
He seemed so powerful and commanding sitting across from me and there was nothing that could diminish that, not even a little bit now.
I searched his gaze, wanting to know what he meant and afraid of finding out at the same time.
“You’re going to ask me to punish you, little girl,” he said firmly. There wasn’t a sliver of doubt in his voice. His expectation squeezed around my throat like a vise and a wail emerged from my lips.