Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I look at Daddy as he stands up from the couch.
“Kennel,” he commands.
I look at the kennel before staring at him. I don’t want to go to the kennel. He hasn’t made me go back in there since I told him to turn my translator off, and I’m not about to go back in.
“Adryn,” he growls. “Go into your kennel, now.”
I stay still as I glare at him. He hasn’t punished me since before the big incident, so he surely won’t punish me now.
“Kennel. Now,” he repeats, but I stay still.
“I don’t want to.” I sit on my naked bottom.
This is one of the times again when Daddy hasn’t put any clothes on me. It’s like he likes to look at me naked, and I can’t blame him. I like it when he looks at me naked. It makes me all tingly and wanting to play with myself.
Which I haven’t done. I haven’t been brave enough to touch myself, and I don’t know what the consequences will be if I do.
Daddy’s eyes narrow on me. “I’m giving you to the count of three to get in the kennel before you are in trouble.”
I don’t move an inch.
“One.”
I keep my bottom on the ground. He’s not actually going to get me in trouble.
“Two.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Daddy ignores the door and continues to look at me, raising his right eyebrow after a couple of seconds.
Ever since I thought of myself wanting to be taken care of and nothing else, and that Daddy wanted to do it, I’ve been rebelling.
Not doing what Daddy tells me to do or hiding away from him.
I need to put distance between us so he doesn’t get any ideas.
I don’t need him to think about giving me away or returning me to the space station.
“Three.”
Nerves run through my body as he starts walking toward me, but I keep still in my spot. He’s only going to put me in the kennel and leave to answer the door to see who is there. Daddy didn’t mention anyone coming to visit this morning.
Daddy grabs me and hauls me into his arm. When Daddy answers it, Chale is in front of the door, his hand up like he was going to knock again.
“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to catch you at a bad time,” Chale says.
“Come in. You can sit on the couch. I need to deal with Adryn real quick,” Daddy replies.
My eyes go wide as I stare at Daddy. He doesn’t mean he is going to punish me, does he?
“You can’t spank me while Chale is here!” I screech.
“You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me,” Daddy says matter-of-factly.
“Wait!” I yell.
He doesn’t stop walking, though. Chale shuts the door behind him and heads into the apartment like he’s been here a thousand times.
“Naughty girl?” Chale asks. “Have you talked to Julan to see if his girl is naughty as well?”
“No, I haven’t,” Daddy replies as he stops in the middle of the living room.
Chale hums and relaxes on the couch.
“You can’t spank me in front of Chale!” I push at Daddy’s chest.
“Pretend like I’m not here.” Chale chuckles.
I glare at him before looking at Daddy, begging him with my eyes not to do it. He’s never punished in front of someone. I didn’t think he was actually going to. I figured he would put me in the kennel and leave me there while the person visited.
“It’s probably better you do see a form of punishment since you are thinking of getting a girl of your own,” Daddy suggests.
I struggle in his arms as he walks farther into the living room. I don’t want to be on display for Chale as Daddy spanks me. I don’t have any clothes on, and it’s humiliating for him to see me like this.
“Daddy,” I whimper as he sits on the couch. “Please, I’ll be good.”
Daddy pulls me away from him so we can look each other in the eye. “You were naughty and need to be shown that I won’t be walked over. You had time to make the right decision, and yet you decided not to.”
Tears form in my eyes as I looked over at Chale, who is staring at mee.
“But not in front of him?” I whisper, knowing he can hear us.
Daddy looks over at Chale for a couple of seconds before returning to me. “Yes, we are going to do it in front of Chale.”
“I don’t want to!” I raise my voice, slamming my hand on Daddy’s chest. “He wasn’t here when I didn’t go into the kennel.”
“He was outside the apartment,” Daddy reminds me. “You were preventing me from getting to him.”
And now I feel like crap. Yes, I did prevent Daddy from getting to Chale, but I didn’t want to go into the kennel.
I didn’t want to be stuck in there for who knows how long without a diaper and possibly pee myself again.
It hasn’t happened since that first time, but just knowing it could makes me not want to get in there again.
I didn’t want Chale to wait outside while Daddy and I had a discussion, but I also wasn’t expecting him to tell me to get in there. It caught me off guard, and I decided I didn’t want to, and I still stand by it.
“Chale should also see how you can punish someone, one of the many ways,” Daddy tells me. “He is going to get a pet of his own, and I want him to be prepared. We are all in this together.”
Daddy says they are learning, but he hasn’t been paying attention to what I’ve been saying about me not being a pet, that I am human and can take care of myself.
But it’s not going anywhere, and I don’t know how to help him understand.
I don’t think he ever will, and I can’t deny that I’ve liked being taken care of by him. To feel loved and cared for.
We never got that on the space station. Everything was clinical and we were very independent.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling to accept Daddy taking care of me. I don’t know how to accept love when I’ve never experienced it before.
“Enough talking now. You are going to get a spanking for not going to your kennel when I told you to.” Daddy moves me so I’m lying over his lap.
I grip onto his pant legs and try to push myself up, but he quickly puts a hand on my back, keeping me in place.
“Daddy,” I whimper. I close my eyes as he starts rubbing my bottom.
I can feel Chale staring at us, and the anticipation is killing me as Daddy continues to rub my bottom. Is he going to rub my bottom forever and never spank me? Does he want me to be at war with myself and that be the punishment?
“Da—”
His hand leaves my bottom, and I suck in a breath, waiting for him to start spanking me. Will it be like the first time or will it be worse?
“How many am I going to get?” I quietly ask.
“Until I say so,” he replies.
My whole body relaxes as I take a shaky breath in. This is pure torture, but maybe he has decided that he isn’t going to do anything and will leave it to my own torment. That is plenty enough, surely.
Before I can take another breath, Daddy’s hand lands on my bottom and I cry out. I grip onto his pant leg even more and clench my cheeks.
“No, Daddy,” I yell.
“Yes, Little companion. You were naughty, and this is going to help you,” he replies as he rubs.
I shake my head and move my free hand to cover my bottom, but before I can even reach it, Daddy holds my wrist and places it on my back.
“Do you want me to hold your hand down, or do you want to grip onto my pant leg?” Daddy asks. “Or do you want Chale to hold your hands so you can’t reach back and possibly get hurt?”
“Pants,” I mumble, tears pooling in my eyes.
Daddy lets go of my hand, and I quickly pull it down to me before he gets any ideas. My whole body is tense as I wait for him to start spanking me once again, but the longer I wait, the more it never comes.
What is he waiting for?
Slowly, I start relaxing my body. Maybe he is just going to do the one and be done with it.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
I cry out as my legs kick and I wiggle, trying to get away from Daddy. But his hand stays firmly planted on my lower back, keeping me still as he continues to pepper my bottom with spankings. I move several times, trying to get away from his spankings, but he just continues.
Daddy doesn’t hit in the same spot with each spanking, making my whole bottom ache from pain. His hand even moves to my sit spots, spanking me there several times. Tears drip down my face as I cry out from the pain and hits.
Sobbing, my whole body goes limp against Daddy’s legs as I just cry. He stops spanking me and moves my body so I’m snuggling up to his chest, my bottom on full display to Chale. But in the moment, I don’t care as Daddy runs his hands up and down my back and whispers sweet nothings in my ears.
“Everything is forgiven,” Daddy gently says. “I’ve got you now.”
I wail into his chest, snuggling up as Daddy and Chale start talking, but I don’t pay any mind to them as I try to calm myself down.
“Take a deep breath in,” Daddy encourages me. “Hold it. And slowly let it out. Good girl. Do it again for me.”
I feel my body relax against Daddy’s with each breath I take. Embarrassment fills me as I realize that happened while I was completely naked in front of Chale. The first and last time I saw him, I was dressed in a short shirt and a diaper, but at least I was covered. How much did Chale see of me?
I push the thought to the back of my mind. I can’t think about that, or else I am going to hide and never come out, and Daddy won’t like that.
“How are you, Adryn?” Chale asks me.
I don’t move, trying to keep myself mostly covered, but I turn my head to the side, looking him in the eyes. Daddy won’t be able to tell me that I’m being rude by not looking at him.
“Good,” I whisper, feeling shy.
“That’s good.” He smiles at me.
I smile back but don’t say anything. My whole body freezes when I realize I shouldn’t have answered without looking at Daddy for approval.
I quickly look up at him. “Sorry,” I whisper.
He runs his hands through my hair. “You’re okay, just don’t make a habit of it. I know you are probably feeling a lot of emotions.”
I sag in his embrace and take a nice, deep calm breath. I wanted so hard to please him that I completely forgot one of the rules.
“Does Julan have the same rules?” Chale asks. “Not allowing your pet to reply without first checking you?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to Julan since we first got our girls,” Daddy replies. “I would suspect that he would be the same, but he could have a lot of different rules for his pet.”
“How is she?” I ask Daddy, not paying attention to what he just said.
Daddy chuckles. “I don’t know, but Julan will not hurt her. He will only give her spankings or put her in timeout if she is naughty, just like you.”
My cheeks flush red as I push my face back into his chest. I want to argue that I’m not naughty, but getting a spanking proved otherwise. I have been naughty, and it kind of felt good.
“Has Adryn been really naughty?” Chale asks.