Chapter 2
SEBASTIAN
There is absolutely nothing I love more than having a naughty babygirl over my lap, her bottom turning redder and redder beneath my palm with every punishing swat.
I prefer it when she’s only in the playful kind of trouble, but I have no problem punishing her for real when the situation calls for it.
And this situation certainly calls for it.
Determined to make this a lesson she doesn’t forget anytime soon, I land several swats in the same spot, over and over until her cries turn to real distress. My Junie hates that particular move, which is why I save it for when she’s landed herself in particularly hot water.
“Daddy, please! It’s too hard! It hurts!”
Tightening my hold on my wriggly babygirl, I repeat the punishment on the opposite cheek. “It’s meant to hurt, little girl. So that maybe the next time you’re tempted to say something so rude and nasty to your friend you’ll think twice.”
“I will!” She wails the words, her feet kicking out as she struggles to escape my punishing hand. “I won’t ever be naughty again, Daddy, I swear!”
I just barely manage to hold back a laugh. If I had a dime for every time I heard that impossible promise, I’d be an even richer man than I already am.
Once her bottom is a nice uniform pink, I pause the punishment, letting my hand rest on her heated skin. Junie goes limp over my lap, panting heavily between whimpers of pain. Sweet little sounds that have my cock turning rock hard beneath the weight of her.
But as much as I’d love to end her punishment there and let her ride us both to oblivion, it’s my job as her Daddy to ensure she gets what she needs. And what she needs right now is for me to follow through on the punishment I laid out.
“What are your rules when we’re at the club, Juniper?”
The brat has the nerve to groan at my question, a sure signal she isn’t feeling nearly as repentant as she would have me believe. “Do we have to do this?”
Cupping her ass, I squeeze hard, pulling a shocked yelp from my babygirl. “If you’d rather, you can sit on the naughty mat and write out your rules fifty times instead.”
“Daddy, no!”
As I expected. The naughty mat is one of those generic welcome mats used to wipe your feet clean before entering the house.
Even without being spanked beforehand, it’s an unpleasant experience to sit your naked ass on the prickly surface.
On a sore, welted ass, I’ve been assured it’s complete agony.
“Then I suggest you do as you’re told, young lady.”
Another groan, and she actually picks her foot up to slam her toes down against the wooden platform as she huffs out a breath. “Fine.”
“That’s another two with Daddy’s belt for stomping your foot. Keep it up and you won’t be sitting comfortably the rest of the week.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she mumbles, not sounding nearly as sorry as I’d like.
Ah, well. Nothing Daddy’s belt won’t be able to fix, I’m sure.
“Go on, little gremlin.” I let my voice take on a more encouraging tone, adding in the pet name I started calling her as a joke when we first began playing together. “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
That does the trick. She goes even more limp with a quiet sigh.
“Always be respectful, unless someone is being mean or threatening me. No swearing. No lying. No doing anything dangerous. Follow all the club rules, even the ones I think are stupid. Be nice and share the toys in the Little room. No underwear because my body belongs to Daddy and all my holes are open for him whenever and however he wants to use them.”
“Good girl. And which rules did you break tonight?”
“Um. Be respectful, no swearing, and no underwear.” Her voice turns thick with tears, and I know she’s getting closer to where I want her to be. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are, baby. But Daddy needs to make sure you remember this punishment for a very long time.”
Juniper
A whimper slips from my lips as Daddy shifts, his hand moving between our bodies to the metal buckle of his belt. With a flick of his wrist, he flips open the buckle and pulls the thick leather from around his waist.
He taps the folded leather against my sore bottom and I instinctively freeze as if he’s a t-rex and won’t be able to see me if I just stay still enough.
Unfortunately for me, that’s never actually worked.
“Ten for being rude and swearing at Penny, and two for stomping your foot. How many is that, little gremlin?”
“Um. Twelve, Daddy.” A full dozen. Great. Guess I can kiss sitting comfortably goodbye for the rest of the night.
“Such a smart little baby you are,” he croons, and humiliation threatens to burn me alive.
“I’m not a baby!” He knows I hate being called a baby. Which is, of course, why he does it.
My Daddy is a fucking brat.
“Of course you are. You’re my baby. And my baby knows better than to be rude to her friends for no reason.”
Before I can object and assure him that I had a very good reason for telling Pen to fuck off, he snaps the thick leather across my ass. Pain radiates in a line across both cheeks and I suck in a deep breath instead.
Fuck that hurts.
Tears well in my eyes as a second stripe is laid down, and then a third. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy please!”
But he doesn’t even acknowledge my tearful pleas for mercy. The only response I receive is another stroke of the belt, another agonizing line of fire.
By the sixth stroke, those tears are streaming down my cheeks and my begging has turned into something of a mantra. Daddy, please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl, I swear. No more, Daddy, no more.
Through it all, he continues whipping the belt down across my aching bottom, until something in me finally breaks and I collapse over his lap, sobbing out all the yucky feelings that have built up inside me since my last playdate.
“Come here, little gremlin. Daddy’s got you.”
Lifting me up into his arms, he cradles me on his lap, gently rocking me as my tears soak his shirt.
“I’m s-sorr-sorry!”
“I know, baby. And you took your spanking so well. It’s all behind us now.”
As if by magic, those words seal the cracks in my heart, the ones put there by the guilt of being such a naughty girl. With a shuddering sigh, I snuggle into him as he holds me close.
His hand is large enough to cup nearly my entire ass, and as he strokes the welts left behind by his belt, a completely different sensation makes itself known.
The arousal that had faded during my punishment comes roaring back to life.
My pussy throbs with the need to be filled, and a low, needy whine slips from my lips as I shift on Daddy’s lap.
Pain flashes as my punished ass presses against the thick denim of his jeans, but the pain only fuels the burning need between my thighs.
Daddy’s chest rumbles with laughter. “What’s wrong, little gremlin? Why are you so squirmy all of a sudden? Do you need to potty?”
Fresh humiliation floods my cheeks. Not only because I hate being asked that question, but because I know our audience can hear every word he’s saying. “Daddy…” I whine, drawing his name out as I bury my face against his neck.
“What?” His voice is full of feigned innocence and surprise. “It’s an important question. We can’t have you making a mess all over the stage.”
The implication that I really am too Little to be trusted not to piss myself has the flames of humiliation growing to an inferno. “I don’t need to potty!”
“Oh. Well, what’s wrong then?”
Shifting on his lap, I let my thighs fall open, exposing my aching, dripping pussy. “My kitty hurts, Daddy.”
I’m still whining, partially because I’m so deep in that headspace, but also because I know how much Daddy loves it. He loves all the noises I make for him, but reducing me to a whiny, needy little mess is his absolute favorite thing in the world.
“Poor little gremlin,” he murmurs, sliding his hand over my hip to my inner thigh, every too-light touch igniting lines of fire on my skin. “Do you want Daddy to fuck your poor, needy little kitty?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I see. And what’s the rule about my Little girl being allowed to come after a punishment?”
Dread settles like a rock in my stomach even as his fingers move closer and closer to where I ache for him. “But Daddy, I learned my lesson!”
“That’s not what I asked, little girl. What’s the rule?”
The tips of his fingers are right at the juncture where my thigh and pussy meet, teasing and taunting me with all the things I can’t have. “N-no orgasms if I break any of our big rules.”
“That’s right. But I can tell you’re very, very sorry, so I’m willing to compromise.”
Excitement lights up inside me, but it’s tempered by caution. “What kind of compromise?”
“You have two choices. Daddy will fuck your pretty pussy like you want, but you won’t be allowed to come the rest of the night, even after you go home.”
Ugh. That option is only a compromise because usually if I break a “big rule” he fucks my face while denying me. At least this way I’ll get to feel him inside me, stretching me the way I desperately crave, even if I’m not allowed to come.
“What’s my second choice?”
His fingers drift lower, and before he even speaks I know what he’s going to offer.
“Daddy fucks this tight little asshole and you get to come as many times as you want, including when you get home and you’re daydreaming about how thoroughly Daddy punished you. What’s it going to be, little gremlin?”
Oh, hell. He’s using my love-hate relationship with butt stuff against me. It’s not that I hate it—it’s just the opposite. I never come quite as hard as I do when Daddy’s fucking my bottom, but it’s so embarrassing. Not just the act itself but how much I enjoy it.
Which is probably why he does it as often as he can.
Sadist.
But we both already know which option I’m going to choose. There’s no possible way I’m leaving this club without getting my rocks off at least once—even if it means letting him further humiliate me in front of all our friends.
Tilting my head up, I see my own naked hunger reflected in his gaze. And if I’d been wavering even a little bit, that single look would have decided it for me.
“I wanna come, Daddy. Please?”