Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
MAKENZIE
“ R eady to go princess?” Irish asked her, coming out of his office. She’d already said goodbye to Kylie and was sitting at her desk, waiting for Irish to get off the phone. Watching him through the glass, she took in his furrowed brow and tightness of his shoulders. Oh, he was angry all right.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” She grabbed her bag from the counter and stood to join him. Stepping out onto the sidewalk of Main Street, she waited for him to call Clover and lock up. He locked the door and turned toward her, the scowl still tight across his face. She knew, logically, that he wasn’t upset with her, but still, she couldn’t help but feel guilty.
If she hadn’t come here to the picture-perfect small town of Grand Ridge, he wouldn’t be tossed into her drama. She should have just married Eugene and lived a quiet, if passionless, life. But no, she had to run away on her wedding day and trip and fall in love with her brother’s best friend. Who did that?
You are in love with your brother’s best friend.
The realization hit her like a glass of ice-cold water. She did love him. Was she going to end up ruining this like she had single handedly ruined everything else?
“In you go, princess,” he commanded, holding the front door of the truck open for her. She got in and waited for her to fasten her seatbelt across her chest. It was one of the daddy things he liked doing and she enjoyed having him do. It made her feel taken care of. Soon they were driving toward his house. The vibrating of their phones in his briefcase, constant reminders of the drama unfolding, was unsettling.
“It’s still early,” she said. “What are we going to do when we get home?”
Home.
She’d already started referring to his house as home.
And it was more a home to her than anywhere else she’d lived since graduating from high school and going to college. Irish’s home was a cozy blanket on a cold night. Whenever she entered it, she felt warm and safe.
“What we are going to do is have a little chat about your behavior at work, you are going to spend some time over my knee and then I’m going to tuck you in for a nice long nap. While you sleep, I’m going to make a few phone calls and take care of the problem.”
He did not just say that. Her belly flip-flopped again, and her butt clenched in the seat.
“I don’t know why I said what I did,” she began.
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes, princess, I do.”
“Are you going to tell me, or just keep repeating back what I say?” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window, cheeks flaming.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She couldn’t look at him. Guilt was eating her alive. Her tone wasn’t about him, neither was her anxiety. But he had become her target. Her middle sure was showing out.
“Drop the attitude, little girl.” He said calmly. It was that calmness that stroke the fire building inside of her, a fire she couldn’t explain if she wanted to. She was going to explode.
“Make me.” Her hand flew up to her mouth the second the two words were out. This was it. He was going to pull over and beat her ass over the hood of the truck. He was going to be done with her and leave her in the middle of the country. He was?—
“I’m glad you feel safe enough with me to challenge me.”
That was absolutely not what she expected him to say. “W-w-hat? What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that you just added some extra swats to your bare behind when we get home, is what that means. It also means that you are sassing me because you feel safe enough with me to do it. You are feeling the chaos from the situation and need an outlet, and you’ve decided Daddy is a safe outlet for you. Now, I won’t let you turn me into a verbal punching bag or be disrespectful, but bratting is par for the course when a Little is upset. It signals to me that you are craving to be taken in hand, possibly have a good cry for a release. You said make me, but what you meant to say was, ‘Please Daddy. Please, Daddy, help me figure out these big emotions that are too big for little me.’” As he expertly maneuvered the truck down the road toward his house, Makenzie watched the trees fly by outside.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw herself into his lap and be held in his incredibly strong arms. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t do any of it. She didn’t know how.
“I’m sorry I’m a brat. You probably don’t want me now. I’m stupid and immature,” she squeaked out. She would have never had the freedom to disobey or tell her ex no. She shivered thinking of how he’d have handled it.
“No, princess. There will be absolutely no self-deprecating talk or sabotaging of our relationship. I don’t want a passive doormat. Littles aren’t slaves. All the Daddies I know like the challenge of a feisty, playful and yes, sometimes disobedient, Little. We understand the reason behind the behavior. You are welcome to be as naughty as you need to be with me. I’m not going anywhere. Just know, naughty behavior has consequences. Your behavior tells me you need some special attention. It doesn’t make me want to run away and abandon our relationship. Dish it out, princess. I can handle it.”
“But, what if, when I’m in Middle space, I say something mean like I hate you or something?”
“I’ll tell you I am sorry you feel that way, but I love you, even if I don’t like the way you are acting and I’ll put you somewhere safe in timeout where you can think through your actions and words. Once you’ve calmed down, we’ll discuss the ugly words and how you can communicate without lying to Daddy.”
“What do you mean, lying?”
“Unless you truly hate me, telling me that is a lie. And calling me names is disrespectful. Pretty sure those are both against our rules, right princess?”
Hmph.
She turned away from him again. The adult inside of her was fuming over the person who’d cloned her account and was causing drama. She was scared they were going to affect her newly developing relationships with the other submissives in town. She worried about them getting lawyers and suing her and losing everything she’d worked so hard for in her life. How could she prove it wasn’t her? She was confused as to why her ex suddenly did this out of nowhere. Why was he attacking her now? Too many emotions were whirling inside of her. Too many. She couldn’t think straight.
“Princess, your behavior tells me what you need even when your words can’t express what you want. When you misbehave, it means you need Daddy’s attention in a very specific way. It’s my job as the adult, to figure out why you are acting out. Is it because you are tired? Hungry? Lonely? Or is it because you have big emotions overwhelming you, and you need daddy’s guidance to help regulate what you are feeling? It’s my job to help you work through those emotions in a safe and loving environment. I’m not going to leave you because you act like a Little. I’m going to love you harder because you are gifting me with your Little side and trusting me to take care of her.”
Tears stung the back of her eyelids. Not because she was sad or angry, but because she was very, very happy. Irish was like a Daddy straight from a romance novel. He cared about her hard limits, made sure not to cross any of her boundaries but also provided the firm care she craved. He was exactly the right man for the job.
He parked the truck in the driveway and motioned for her to stay sitting. He came around and opened the truck door, reached across her lap and undid her seatbelt. She gasped when he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her out of the truck and put her on the ground. She shocked herself when she pushed at his chest.
He looked down and smiled. “Be careful pushing me, princess. You aren’t going to like how Daddy pushes back.”
She didn’t know why but the smile made her even more grumpy. She shoved him. This time, when she looked up, he wasn’t smiling. “You are going straight to your room, removing your pants and underwear and are going to spend some much-needed time in your naughty girl corner.”
Uh oh.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she started. He held one finger up.
“Lucky for you, little girl, Daddy knows exactly why you did that. You need to know I am a man of my word and I’m going to give you what you need, when you need it.” He added a second finger to the first. “If I get to three, I’m going to pick you up and carry you to your room and you will stand in the corner with a plug in your behind.”
She took off and ran to the bedroom before he could move another finger.
She had decided corner time sucked.
Corner time without pants or underwear on, sucked even more.
It must have been an hour and she was still staring at the drywall in the corner. One thing corner time was to help her slip fully into her Little headspace.
She hadn’t meant to be a bad girl, to say naughty words or to shove her Daddy. She just was overwhelmed with giant feelings and didn’t know how to express them. Mostly, she was scared of having to confront all those mean girls again and have them say awful things to her. She didn’t want to. Maybe this was her way of not having to deal with any adult stuff right now. Instead, she was dealing with a disappointed Daddy and a disappointed Daddy was safe. Those girls were not.
“Come here, princess,” Irish called out. Makenzie turned from her place in the corner to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide apart. He crooked his finger and motioned her forward, pointing down at the spot between his legs. She slowly trudged over to him, apprehension pooling in her gut.
“You were a very naughty little girl back at the office, weren’t you?” He asked her. She sucked in her bottom lip, her eyes widened, and she shook her head no.
“Makenzie.” His tone held a lot of warning. “Do I need to warm up your bottom before you talk with me? Because, little girl, if I do, it will be on top of the spanking you already have coming.”
Makenzie folded her hands in front of her tummy and shook her head no again. “I’m giving you to the count of three to answer my question. One.”
She stared at the big man in front of her. The sexy giant who’d taken her in hand so well the last week. Was she too much for him? Was her little going to push him away? Could he handle her? Why did she feel completely out of control and angry? She wasn’t angry with him… no she was angry at her own damn self. Lost in her thoughts she missed him saying two.
“Three. I really thought you spending time in the corner was going to cure you of your stubbornness. Guess you’ve chosen to do this the hard way.” He grabbed her around the waist, pulled her toward him and bent her over his knee. His hand came down quickly on her bare butt.
Makenzie yelped as Irish's hand met her bare bottom, the stinging sensation radiating through her entire body. “Ouch! O-okay, stop! I'll t-talk, I'll talk!” she spluttered, her voice muffled by the bedspread. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to cry. She wasn’t ready yet.
Irish immediately stopped spanking her and soothed her back with a gentle hand. “Shh, it's all right now. I just needed to get your attention, princess. I'm here to help you sort out whatever's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He helped her into his lap, his strong arms enveloping her. “Why don't you tell me why you are being so naughty this afternoon,” he coaxed gently.
Makenzie took comfort in his solid warmth. “I-I... I feel like... I don't know... like I'm losing control,” she finally managed to choke out. “It's like... I just... I feel so out of control and angry and scared. There are so many emotions, Daddy. So many! I don’t like them, and I don’t want them. Make them go away.”
“Thank you for telling me how you are feeling. It’s okay to have big emotions. But you know what?”
“What?”
“Daddy is bigger than even your biggest emotions. I can handle it and you. Daddy always knows what you need. Right now, I know you need a nice, cleansing spanking. You used some pretty awful language, and you pushed Daddy, all of which is against the rules. This spanking is going to help you forgive yourself and focus on something other than what is going on. After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to plug your behind”
“Daddy, no!”
“Yes, princess. I’m going to put a small plug in your tight little bottom and tuck you in for a nap.”
“I don’t need a plug or a nap!”
“Yes, baby girl, you do. You need both. Now, it’s time for you to let go and let Daddy give you what you need. Can you do that for me, princess?”
It had to be better than allowing herself to keep thinking about everything. “Yes, Daddy.”
Irish kissed the top of her head gently before helping her up to stand between his legs again. “Make Daddy proud by taking your spanking like a good girl,” he said before guiding her back over his knee.
The first round of swats stung, but she didn’t move. She tried hard to be his good girl and take them. He peppered her butt from top to bottom with steady, sharp stings. He stopped for a second and shifted his knee, lifting her higher. His left hand went to the small of her back and one of his big legs crossed over both of hers, holding her in place. He continued spanking her, and these swats made her want to kick. But she couldn’t, he’d pinned her in place.
By the time he moved lower to where her butt and thigs met, she was squirming and wiggling, trying to escape the pain. “Too much, Daddy!” She screamed.
Irish continued spanking, focusing now on her sit spots. “Daddy decides when it’s too much, princess.” He continued to spank until she couldn’t fight the emotions anymore and collapsed forward on the bedspread.
She took the final swats on the top of her thighs through gritted teeth, tears streaming down her face. When he finished, he stood her up and gently wiped away her tears. “Arm’s up, princess,” he commanded.
She obeyed and her removed her shirt and bra before placing a soft, silky pink nightgown over her head. “Go potty now and come straight back to Daddy.”
Makenzie didn’t argue, hurrying into the bathroom. As she wiped, her finger lightly touched her clit. She was shocked by the amount of arousal between her legs. Embarrassed, she washed away the stickiness from between her legs and splashed some cold water on her flaming cheeks before moving back to the bedroom.
Irish was holding a small black plug in his hand when she returned. “Lay on your stomach, princess,” he instructed.
She did as she was told, biting back a whimper. She’d never had anything in her butt before. Irish coated his fingers with a cooling lube before rubbing it all over her bottom hole and slipping a finger inside of her tight butt. “Relax for me, baby girl.” He pushed his finger in slowly, scissoring it in and out until she was used to the sensation of being filled. She moaned deep in her throat, surprised at how good the sensation felt.
Pulling his finger out, he replaced it with two, scissoring them until she was panting into the pillow. She arched her ass up in silent invitation for more. Irish chuckled and placed the tip of the plug against her puckered hole. “I had a feeling you’d like it. Breathe in, baby girl.”
Makenzie breathed out the second he pushed it inch by inch, stretching her wider than his index finger ever could. “It’s all the way in now, princess,” Irish said. He patted her bottom gently before pulling down her nightgown and tucking her in.
“Rest now. We have friends coming over to play after your nap.”