Chapter 3
SEBASTIAN
Adark thrill pulses through my veins at my babygirl’s response. When I’d made the offer, I’d been relatively certain of her answer, but god knows Junie enjoys keeping me on my toes and I wouldn’t have put it past her to miss out on being allowed an orgasm out of sheer obstinance.
“All right, little one. Up you go.”
Cheeks red with embarrassment already, she hops up from my lap. “I asked Dominic to reserve playroom one for us, but we could… what are you doing?”
Watching her eyes widen has me swallowing a laugh as I reach for the button on my jeans, popping it open so I can tug the zipper down and pull my cock free. “What’s the rule about being naughty in public, little gremlin?”
The color on her cheeks drains, then comes rushing back with a vengeance. “But Daddy! You already punished me!”
“My naughty little brat. You know the spanking is only part of your punishment. You were given the choice between denial or getting your pretty bottom fucked as the second half, and this is what you chose. So like your spanking, this part of your punishment will also be public.”
“That’s not fair,” she whines, dragging the final word out into more syllables than I can count.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I slowly pump my fist up and down while she watches on. “If you want to continue arguing with me little girl, I’ll fuck your bottom and revoke permission for you to come while I do so.”
A shocked squeak slips from her lips, but she doesn’t argue further.
“That’s what I thought,” I say with a quiet laugh. “Now come here and ride Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
While my naughty girl kicks out of her panties—a small act of attitude that shows me she’s no worse for wear after her spanking—I pull a small vial of lube from my pants pocket and coat my cock. Just enough to prevent any damage, but not nearly enough to make this easy on her by any means.
Once she’s free of her panties, Junie straddles my lap, facing out toward our audience while I guide her down onto my cock.
I don’t go as slowly as I would if this were just for fun, and soon I’m rewarded with the feel of her tight little asshole gripping the tip of my cock.
Pleasure courses through me, a dark thrill made even more intense by the soft whimpers of pain coming from my Little girl.
Gripping her hips, I force her down onto my cock as I dip my head to nip at the side of her neck, drawing another pained whine from the beautiful brat on my lap.
“My naughty little baby,” I murmur in her ear.
The show might be for everyone, but my words are just for her.
“Did you need extra attention from Daddy tonight? Have I been neglecting my poor Little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” she whines, her head falling back against my shoulder as her chest heaves with shuddering breaths. “I didn’t m-mean to be naughty!”
“Maybe if you hadn’t deliberately broken the no panties rule, I would believe you. But don’t worry, little one. By the time you leave here tonight, you won’t be feeling the least bit neglected. I can promise you that.”
Juniper
Daddy’s words echo in my ears, sending a shiver of anticipation up my spine as I settle on his lap, his thick cock buried deep in my ass. Filling me, stretching me, punishing me with bites of burning, pinching pain.
I hate that I love the way he hurts me.
The hands on my hips move, gliding up over my fluffy purple dress to cup my breasts. “All right, babygirl. Time to ride.”
He pinches my nipples, and my body becomes nothing more than a vessel for pain and pleasure. Mine, his, ours. It all melds together as I push up as much as I’m able and lower myself again, awkwardly riding his cock as a series of low, needy whines slip from my lips.
“That’s my naughty girl,” Daddy praises softly, his words for my ears only. “Fuck your bottom with Daddy’s cock. Show me how sorry you are, little one.”
I am indeed feeling very sorry, with my welted ass moving up and down on Daddy’s cock. Every movement reminds me of how thoroughly I was spanked, which reminds me of how naughty I was. Of how disappointed my Daddy was with my behavior.
Fresh tears slip from my cheeks as I move on him, desperate to be his good girl again. Daddy gives my nipples another hard pinch and I arch up with a gasp, my vision going dark at the edges as pain and pleasure threaten to overwhelm me.
“Touch yourself for me, babygirl. Show Daddy what a needy little baby you are.”
Still riding for all I’m worth, I slide my hand under the layers of tulle and press my fingers against my swollen, aching clit.
The pleasure is as immediate as it is unbearable. “Daddy, please,” I whine, not caring that everyone can hear my begging. “Please let me come.”
Another sharp pinch, another wave of that blinding pain-pleasure mix. “Are you so very sorry for being such a naughty little girl tonight, Junie-baby?”
Do I not seem sorry enough? I might be a brat but I’m smart enough not to say that to his face, so I swallow the sarcastic retort as I continue bouncing on his cock. “Yes, Daddy!”
“And you won’t ever say such rude things to your friends ever again?”
“No, Daddy, I promise! I promise!”
Again he plucks my stiff and aching nipples, the bites of pain pushing me dangerously close to the cliff’s edge of pleasure.
“I hope you mean that, Juniper Skye,” he growls in my ear.
“Because if it happens again, I will let whoever you were rude to have a turn whipping your naughty little bottom. And you won’t be allowed any orgasms for a week’s worth of visits with Daddy. ”
Seven whole Mondays without being allowed to come on Daddy’s cock?
I’d rather die.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I swear.”
“That’s what I want to hear. Come for me, baby. Let this whole club hear you scream with your bottom stuffed full of Daddy’s cock.”
Thank god.
My body fractures, shatters, my muscles contracting around him as I do exactly as I’ve been told and scream. Head thrown back, I let the primal sound rip from my throat as Daddy’s low growl echoes in my ear.
“Such a good fucking girl. Daddy’s going to fill your bottom all the way up with his cum and you’re going to spend the rest of the night with a plug in your naughty little hole so not a single drop escapes.”
A second orgasm rips through me without warning, shocking another choked cry from me. Daddy’s hands move back to my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he moves beneath me, fucking my poor, aching bottom.
It’s agony and ecstasy and all the things I’ve craved for so long. I ride the wave until, at last, Daddy goes still, his cock swelling inside my well-punished asshole.
“My very good girl,” he croons between gasping breaths as his cock softens inside me. “Let’s get that bottom plugged and then Daddy will take care of you.”
I’m only vaguely aware of him lifting me off his lap, of the plug entering my bottom before he literally sweeps me off my feet and up into his arms. Sighing contentedly, I let my head drop onto his shoulder, my eyes drooping closed as he carries me to the room I reserved for us when I first arrived.
“Peanut butter or regular tonight, little one?”
“Peanut butter!”
Grabbing the red bag of my favorite candy from the basket on the dresser, he makes a quick detour to the fridge to grab us each a bottle of water. With our reinforcements in hand, he carries me to the oversized glider in the corner of the room and settles with me on his lap once again.
“How are you feeling, Junie-baby?” he asks as I munch on my peanut butter and chocolate treat.
“Okay.” Guilt stabs at my chest, and I can’t quite bring myself to look him in the eye as I pop another candy in my mouth. “Kinda embarrassed I got in so much trouble first thing. We didn’t even have a chance to play.”
“It happens.” Pulling me closer, he presses a kiss to my temple. “And we still have plenty of time left in our evening, little one. Once you’re feeling a bit better we can play.”
“Really?” Some of the guilt fades, enough for me to peek up at him through my lashes. “Even though I was naughty?”
The corners of his lips curve up, easing more of the ache in my chest. “Yes, baby, even though you were naughty. You were already punished, so as long as you’re a good girl the rest of the night, there’s no reason we can’t play a couple games.”
“Okay, Daddy!”
Strong arms wrap around me, cradling me close. Closing my eyes, I let myself snuggle into him, into the comfort and care he provides. And for a few blessed moments, the world falls away, leaving just me and my Daddy.
Well, and chocolate, of course.
“So, are you going to tell me why you were cussing out your friend when I arrived?”
Just like that, the safe, snuggly feeling vanishes. “No.”
I feel him tense beneath me and have to resist the urge to squirm on his lap. Daddy does not like being told “No”, but I can’t bring myself to tell him I was pissed off because Penny is right. I do want more than just a quick play session at the club before heading home to my empty apartment.
But Daddy’s never so much as hinted at wanting more with me, and I’m terrified that telling him I want a real relationship will push him away.
I’d rather have these little scraps of time than nothing at all.
“Juniper. Do you need another spanking?”
“No,” I whine, giving into the urge to squirm now, my bottom clenching around the plug. “I just don’t wanna talk about it!”
“You can either tell Daddy what happened or you can get your bottom spanked again and sit in the naughty chair for the rest of the evening.”
Jerking away, I stare up at him in shock. “You wouldn’t!”
But I can see the determination on his face. “I absolutely would and will if you don’t start talking, little girl.”
Panicked, I rack my brain for some explanation he might accept. “It was just… girl stuff. We were teasing each other and I took it too far.”
The corners of his mouth dip down and my heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest. If he decides I’m lying, not only will I end up right back over his knee, I’ll be tasting soap for a week.
“That didn’t sound like teasing when I walked in, Juniper Skye. Are you telling the truth?”
In the most technical sense, Penny was teasing me. Clinging to that rationalization, I nod. “Yes, Daddy. I just overreacted a bit to something Penny said, that’s all. I feel kinda silly about it now.”
My breath tangles in my chest as I wait for him to push, to demand more concrete answers. But to my great relief, he nods slowly, though his mouth remains turned down in a frown.
“All right. But if I find out you weren’t being honest with me…”
“I am, Daddy, I promise.” At least as honest as I can be without baring more of my soul to him than I’m comfortable with right now.
“In that case” —he grins widely, and my jumping stomach finally settles— “why don’t you go pick out a game for us to play?”
“Okay, Daddy!”
The rest of the evening passes without incident—save for the spanking I earn for throwing a tantrum when I lose a game Candyland—and before I know it our time is over and Daddy tells me it’s time to clean up.
Maybe it’s because my bottom is so sore from all the spankings and that other thing Daddy did to me, but the news that we have to end our time together hits harder than usual and I find myself blinking back tears as I slowly return King Kandy and the other Candyland subjects to their box.
“What’s wrong, little gremlin?”
“Nuthin’,” I mutter, tossing a game piece into the box with far more force than necessary.
Pain radiates across my already sore bottom and a yelp escapes from my lips as I spin around to glare up at Daddy while my hands fly backward to rub at the sting. “What was that for?”
“Your attitude. And unless you’d like me to go get the purple paddle, I suggest you drop it right now, little girl.”
“No, Daddy, not the purple paddle!” I dance backward, well aware that if Daddy decides I need a date with the dreaded purple paddle, I won’t be able to escape.
“Then be a good girl and finish putting the game away nicely.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Daddy watches as I carefully slide the box back into place, and when I turn around, he smiles approvingly. “You did a very good job cleaning up, baby. Are you ready to go?”
No. I don’t wanna go home alone. I wanna go home with you.
But I can’t tell him that. Can’t risk the heart-shattering rejection that I know will follow if I push for more than what we have here at the club.
So I plaster a smile on my face that I don’t remotely feel and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Taking my hand, he leads me out to the front lobby and helps me into my coat. “Same time, same place?” I ask as we head for the front door.
Regret flickers across his face and my heart falls into my stomach. “I’m sorry, little one. I forgot to tell you I won’t be here next Monday. I have a wedding to attend this weekend, and we won’t be returning until the following Friday.”
We. He said we won’t be returning. Which means he’s going on his trip with someone else.
I hate her. Whoever she is, I hate her for taking my Daddy away from me.
“Oh. That’s okay,” I say breezily, as if my heart isn’t breaking. “There are lots of people to keep me company while you’re gone.”
It’s a low blow and I know it. Our agreement specifically states that we are exclusive play partners only when we are both at the club.
We deliberately left it open for both of us to play with other people if for some reason one of us isn’t around.
It’s not a loophole either of us have used since we agreed to be somewhat exclusive, but it is allowed.
And judging by the frown on Daddy’s face, he doesn’t like being reminded of that aspect of our arrangement one little bit.
Good.
Regardless of how he might feel about me playing with someone else, however, he doesn’t argue. He simply nods in agreement. “I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding another Daddy to keep you in line for one night.”
I don’t want another Daddy. I want him.
That isn’t the agreement we have, however, so I don’t say anything else as he walks me to my car and kisses me goodnight. I climb into my car, backing out of the parking space under Daddy’s watchful eye, and pray I can see through my tears well enough to make it home without crashing my car.