Chapter 8 #2
My resolve strengthens, reminding me I can survive this. I just need to play along until he leaves. Then I’ll call the cops. I swear to myself this is the last straw. The last time I let this fucking ogre touch me.
“Good girl.” He smooths his rough palm over my ass a few more times before he starts spanking me. The first swats aren’t as hard as the one from before. Nor are they as hard as the time he slapped my thigh the night he first grabbed me.
I can do this. Endure it. Keep breathing. In and out.
His spanking increases, loud slaps that ring in the air as he covers my entire bottom and the backs of my thighs. The burn grows. I’m not sure how much more I can take. It hurts so bad.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps swatting my tender flesh until I can’t take it anymore. I lift my head and cry out. My voice is muffled by the ball gag. No one would hear me even if they were in the next room.
No one is coming to help me.
Something breaks in me. I begin sobbing violently.
He stops spanking me immediately.
My ass burns so badly. It’s going to hurt for days.
He releases my wrists and grips the backs of my thighs with both of his hands, yanking them several inches apart. He’s so strong, pinning me down. Plus, I don’t have the energy to fight him. My panties are pulled tight around my knees.
I feel so exposed. And… Oh God… My pussy is pulsing. Arousal is dripping down my legs. Does he know? Can he see it?
Spent, I bring my arms beside my head and cry. I don’t try to get away. I just cry harder behind the ball gag. My tears soak through the blindfold. My nose drips incessantly.
I’m so confused. I don’t understand my reaction. Why do I want him to touch my pussy? The asshole just spanked me so hard I can’t catch my breath. I bet my ass is nearly bleeding. I won’t be able to sit or lie on it for days.
After a long time, I’m finally spent. I have no more tears to cry. My pussy isn’t pulsing as badly either. My stalker releases my thighs and comes to my side. Without a word, he unfastens the gag and reaches around to ease it from my mouth.
I blow out a breath of relief as I stretch out my sore jaw.
He pulls the pillows from under me and guides me onto my side.
I bend my knees and squeeze them together so my pussy won’t be as exposed. My panties are still around my knees. I don’t dare move to pull them up.
“Blow,” he demands right before touching my nose with a tissue.
I hesitate.
“Briana,” he warns. “You don’t want to anger Daddy further. Blow your nose, naughty girl.”
I do as I’m told, clearing my sinuses.
“Good girl.”
Even now, after what I’ve just endured, my stomach clenches at those words.
He rubs my back. “Do you feel better, princess?”
Is he crazy? Well, obviously. Certifiable. But what the fuck is he talking about?
He chuckles. “Let go of the anger, princess. Think about the release you got from that. It feels good to cry. There’s no sense in me spanking you if you’re not going to get a release from it.
I know you came close to getting a different kind of release.
I saw you gripping your knees together. I will never let you orgasm from a spanking.
When I punish you, you do not get to come. Understood?”
I don’t think I understand at all. I’m so confused. But I lick my lips and respond appropriately. “Yes, Sir.” I don’t know who I am.
“Your sore bottom will remind you to follow the rules, princess.” His voice is so calm. So matter of fact. “Tomorrow you’ll do better to obey Daddy.”
Something is broken inside me because I find myself agreeing. Not just for show. I find myself honestly believing I will do as I’m told tomorrow.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His gentle petting pauses. “Oh, pretty girl. That sounds so nice. Does it feel good?”
I nod, sniffling. It felt really good. So fucking good. I’m ruined. Fucking lost my mind. I just called this stranger who beat my ass Daddy. And it felt like a weight lifted off me. Like I turned my power over to him or some nonsense. I probably read that in my internet search.
“Sometimes it’s hard to learn lessons, princess.
But you need this. You’ll see. It will get easier every day.
You’ll stop questioning yourself. I’m sure you’re confused by your reaction to getting needs met you didn’t know you had.
That’s normal. Did you see I got you some new clothes, pretty girl? ”
I’m startled by the change of subject. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I’ll pick out a dress for you to wear tomorrow. Something soft. You can wear it without panties. The elastic from your panties would be too painful. How does that sound, Briana?”
His voice is eager, as if he needs me to consent to his control as much as I need him to take it. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He bends over and kisses my forehead. “Good girl. You’ll see. I know you feel out of sorts right now, but you’ll learn, princess.”
I nod. Somehow, I think he’s right. It’s jarring. Uncomfortable. So wrong and dirty. But I feel like I’m flying out of my body at the same time. A weight has been lifted off me. He’s still here. Stroking my back, talking to me as if I matter. He wouldn’t have spanked me if I didn’t matter, right?
“Don’t move, princess.” He rises and leaves me. I hear the water running in the bathroom, and then he’s at my side again. “Roll onto your back, pretty girl,” he orders.
I hesitate. If I do that, my ass will hurt worse. Plus, he’ll see my pussy.
“Be a good girl. You won’t have secrets from Daddy, Briana. Adults who need a Daddy also get fun play times. I will know every inch of your body, princess. Not tonight, but soon. So it’s futile to worry about me seeing your naughty pussy.”
I shudder as I slowly roll onto my back. I’m mortified. My face is as hot as my bottom. I wince when my ass touches the sheets.
“Good girl. I’ll buy you some softer sheets. I bet you’re going to need a good, hard spanking every now and then. It helps purge stressful thoughts. Once you understand, you won’t have to misbehave to earn a spanking. You’ll be able to simply ask Daddy to give you what you need.”
He gently wipes my face below the mask, cleaning me of snot and slobber. It feels good.
“That’s a good girl.” He moves down my body and slides my panties down my legs. “Spread your knees, Briana.”
I gasp and purse my lips.
He swats the top of my pussy, making me pull my legs together and toward my chest.
“Legs, naughty girl. Open for Daddy. I’m just going to clean off your juices. You shouldn’t sleep with pussy juices running down your thighs.”
Panting, I find myself obeying. I’m so embarrassed.
“That’s a good girl. Wider. Show Daddy everything. No secrets, remember?”
I widen my knees, not understanding why I don’t jump up and run from the room.
I’m drawn to follow his orders. I need it.
I need to know what he’s going to do. My pussy is soaked, and he caused it.
He’s the one who made me so aroused that I’m out of my head with need at the same time my ass is on fire from him spanking me.
I whine the moment he sets the cool cloth against my sex.
“Shhh. Quiet, princess.”
He holds the washcloth in place for a few seconds before gently wiping me. I hold my breath as he parts my folds and runs the cloth all over me, inside and out. If anything, his attempts to clean me are making me dirtier. Wetness is running out of me faster than he can wipe it off.
His next words surprise me. He tugs on my pubic hair. “I want you to remove this, Briana. I’ll leave a product in your bathroom. You need to lie in the tub, spread your legs, cover your cunt with the cream, and let it sit for five minutes. Then you can rinse it off. It will remove all your hair.”
I can’t breathe. He’s serious?
He removes the cloth and pats my open pussy. “This hair traps moisture, princess. It makes it more likely for you to get an infection. I suspect your pussy is often wet. This isn’t negotiable. Remove it tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m panting and too tired to move an inch. My legs are splayed open, and I can’t bring myself to care.
What he can’t see is that tears are still running out of the corners of my eyes. I don’t even know what they’re for. I think it’s relief. I’ve done it. I don’t have to wonder anymore what it would be like for him to spank me. It’s over. Now I know.
It hurt like fuck. I should scream at him and tell him to leave. But I can’t because I feel so fucking good. I’m floating out of my body.
I’m marginally aware as he gently tucks the covers around me. He kisses my cheek, lingering. “Sleep, princess. I’ll set your clothes out for you. Text me in the morning before you leave for class.”
“Yes, Daddy…”