Chapter 16 #2
And then he ruins my happy place with his next bone-chilling words. Rising up, he pats my hip. “Flip onto your tummy, princess. Before I go, it’s time to start training your tight little asshole.”
My heart seizes.
What did he say?
“I don’t like your hesitation, Briana. Turn over, now.”
“Daddy…” I whine.
He grips my face with one hand. “What happens when you hesitate, naughty girl?”
Tears run out again. He’s not hurting me with his hand. I’m just reeling from his previous words. “I-I get punished.”
His face is inches from mine. “When I give you an order, you will obey it immediately. Why do you think I keep saying things to shock you?”
I swallow. “Because you’re testing me.”
“That’s right. Do you think you’re passing that test right now, princess?”
“No, Sir.” My voice quivers.
Not my bottom.
Not my bottom.
“Because I can tell you’re scared, I’m going to explain myself this one time.
Your bottom is mine, Briana. Mine. Just like the rest of you.
Eventually, I will claim all of your holes with my cock.
I know you don’t want me to rip into your tight hole without preparing it.
So, I’m being generous and kind. If you think I’m cruel, imagine how cruel it would be for me to fuck your ass without stretching it first. Would that be a nice thing for Daddy to do? ”
“No, Sir.” I’m seconds from sobbing.
“But I’m a thoughtful Daddy, aren’t I?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just this one time, I will give you a choice. Would you prefer me to fuck your dry ass, tearing the sensitive skin so that you bleed? Or would you like to turn over, push your bottom into the air, hold your tight hole open for me, and ask Daddy to train your rosebud?”
He releases me entirely and gets off the bed. “I’ll count to three. You decide. One… Two…”
I flip over immediately, scrambling to get on my tummy.
“That’s a good girl.” He tucks two pillows under my belly and then one between my knees. “Keep your legs wide while I work on your bottom. Reach your hands back and pull your pretty cheeks open for me.”
I’m shaking as I do what he says. It’s mindboggling how many ways he can come up with to mortify me and how far I let him push me.
I don’t know how much light he has. I’ve never known.
My blindfold is thick and allows me not a single glimpse of light.
It’s possible he has the overhead on or even brought over my desk lamp to totally illuminate my rectum.
I press my cheek against the mattress, praying I survive this humiliation.
Daddy makes some noise. I’m not sure what he’s doing. He always brings things to my room that I cannot see, and I can’t fathom what he might have with him tonight.
I hear the snap of rubber.
“I’m just putting a glove on, princess. I’ll always wear a glove when I push my fingers into your bottom.”
A moment later, his breath is close to my face. He must be squatting near my head. He strokes my cheek with his gloved finger. “Do you understand why Daddy is doing this, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy, but I’m scared.”
“I know you are. But you realize this is for the best, right, pretty girl?”
“I guess so.” It seems like the best thing would be to leave my butt alone altogether.
“Anal sex is a perfectly normal and common activity, princess. It would be inconsiderate of me to fuck your ass without warning or preparation, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. Can he see my whole body pulsing with every beat of my heart?
“I will always do what’s best for you, princess. I’ve been helping you improve yourself from the moment I first came into your room, haven’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now your grades are excellent. You have more energy from eating better and sleeping more hours. You’re less stressed from having a tidy environment.
Your body is clean of toxins from not being permitted to drink alcohol or smoke anything.
You’re sleeping better without needing pills.
Daddy has been very strict with you, but was I wrong about any of those rules? ”
“No, Sir.”
“Do I know what’s best for you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He keeps stroking my cheek with his gloved finger. It’s oddly impersonal and tender at the same time. And his words are so confusing. How does he manage to convince me to do things I would never ever do?
“Would it be safe or kind of Daddy to suddenly announce I’m going to fuck your tight ass without preparation?”
I sniffle. Damn him for making the perverse ideas seem like good ones. “No, Daddy.”
“I’m doing you a favor. Do you see that?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Tremors make my entire body start jiggling the bed. I can’t stop them. I’m out of my mind with fear. But I can’t deny him, either.
He kisses my temple. “Repeat after me, princess. ‘Please stretch my tight asshole, Daddy, so that it won’t hurt when you fuck my dirty hole with your cock.’”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. It’s one thing for him to do this filthy thing to me. It’s another for me to ask for it so crudely.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Briana, or I will gag you and spank your ass until it burns before I train your bottom.”
My voice squeaks as I try to repeat his words. “Please, Daddy. Please stretch my tight asshole, Daddy, so that it won’t hurt when you fuck my dirty hole with your cock.”
“That’s a good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It was horrifying. But I say nothing.
I’m not sure I will survive this. I’m not sure whether I can do it. I want to jump up and run to my bathroom and lock the door.
He’s standing near my thigh now. Something brushes against me. I think his fingertips.
My brain is running in ten directions.
I can’t do this. I can’t do it. I can’t.
It’s too much. Too far. Too dirty even for me.
The moment he touches my rosebud with something wet, I panic and jerk out of his reach. I push myself to the opposite side of my small bed and jump to my feet. The pillows scatter.
I’m gasping for oxygen. It takes everything in me not to run into my bathroom. I’m worried I might hurt myself with this blindfold on. It’s an equally monumental task not to rip it off and face him.
I nearly yelp when he touches my arm. I hadn’t heard him round the bed, but how could I have with my heart beating so loudly?
His voice is very calm when he says, “Lean over the side of the bed, princess.” He guides me, turning me slightly before extending my hands to the mattress. “Bend at your waist. Bottom in the air. Hands on the covers. Breasts hanging.”
I obey him. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t. I just totally messed things up by denying him what he demanded. I’m not sure he will ever come to my room again.
He strokes down my back with one hand. His voice is so oddly normal. It shocks me. It’s incongruent. “Shh. Deep breaths.”
I inhale and exhale, thinking maybe I’m okay. Maybe he won’t push his finger into my bottom after all. Maybe he realizes it was too much for me to handle.
“That’s a good girl. I’m going to whip your bottom with my belt now. You will stand very still and not make a peep.”
“Yes, Daddy.” That’s far better than fucking my ass. And what world am I living in that I’m relieved to find out that the stalker who has taken over my life is going to take a belt to my tender skin?
I cringe as his belt slides through the loops of his pants with a whoosh, and I brace myself, holding my breath, determined to take this punishment without flinching.
And then, fuck me. Fuck. The first swat whistles through the air and hurts so badly I nearly faint. It seems so loud. He couldn’t have done this if my roommates were home.
He sets a hand on the small of my back and swings again. The leather seems to tear my skin open. My teeth rattle. I don’t dare move.
The third strike is more expected but hurts just as badly. How many times will he hit me? What does my butt look like?
The fourth lands on my upper thighs, making my knees buckle.
“Upright,” he orders.
I straighten my legs, but they aren’t going to hold me up for much longer.
He hits my ass again and then lower on my thighs.
I’m not going to survive this. Am I bleeding?
But I won’t move. I won’t. I will take this punishment.
Some part of me would rather he swing his belt at my entire body than push his finger into my asshole.
Am I stupid? What a strange line for me to draw in the sand.
I’m not sure the punishment is worth it.
He swings that evil leather a few more times. I lose count. I’m numb.
Finally, he drops it on the floor. The clank of the buckle is music to my ears. His hands come to my hips, and he guides me forward and lifts me off the floor to set me on my tummy on the bed.
My butt is on fire. I don’t want to see it.
“I’m setting a timer on your phone. Do not move or reach back to touch your bottom until it goes off. Part of your punishment is enduring the sting without relief. After the alarm sounds, you may get up, wash your face, potty, and go to bed.”
I sob. “Yes, Sir.”
I shouldn’t be surprised, but a part of me is when I hear the door to my room snick shut. He’s gone. He left me. He punished me and then left.
Staying here until the alarm goes off is no hardship. I can’t lift a single limb. I’m exhausted. What I can do is cry. And I cry my eyes out without making a single noise.
It seems like an hour before the timer goes off. It’s so long that I’m done crying and have nearly fallen asleep. I manage to push myself to standing, remove the blindfold, and shuffle toward the bathroom.
Holding my breath, I shut the door, turn on the light, and turn to look in the mirror.
I’m shocked to see that my skin is not broken. My bottom is covered with welts, but that’s all they are, red raised marks. In fact, more stunning is the giant bruise on my inner thigh. It’s already blue and angry. It’s going to be there for a long time.
I turn around and look at myself in the mirror. My face is wrecked. Tear streaks run down my cheeks. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy. My nose is red from snot and sniffling.
What the fuck am I doing to myself? The madness has to end. He’s gone too far. I need to tell someone. I’m going to need counseling for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I’ll even be able to let another man touch me ever.
That thought makes me flinch. Another man? I don’t ever want another man’s hands on me. I want Daddy. I want him to love me and take care of me. I want him to hold me and make love to me. I want him to look me in the eyes and kiss me on the lips.
If I’m a good girl and stop doing things to earn his wrath, he’ll give me everything. I know he will. He’s my Daddy. My perfect match. The only person who has ever given me his undivided attention.
He loves me. He hasn’t said it, but I know he does. I just need to be patient and good. I need to stop doubting and defying him.
The belt wasn’t really so bad. Most of my panic was out of fear that I was bleeding. But I wasn’t. He wouldn’t do that to me.
And fuck, he was also right about my asshole. Of course people have anal sex. He didn’t say we were going to have it tonight. In fact, he was showing me how much he cares about me when he announced he would train my bottom.
I grip my butt cheeks together, though. That’s a hard line. It’s scary and so very dirty. Embarrassing. I wasn’t ready. I’m not sure when I will be.
I do as I was told, use the toilet, wash my hands and face, and climb into bed. I’m so exhausted and wrung out that I fall asleep in seconds.