“Good. You look a lot better and I’m happy with how your ankle is.”
There had been no swelling all of yesterday or today.
“I’m glad. That’s all I want. For you to be well. Safe. Happy.”
She smiled at him.
“So now we need to have a little chat.”
Uh oh. Those were ominous words. The other day, he’d brought home a notebook. On the cover, he’d written, Gigi’s Naughty Girl Book in black marker. Then he’d proceeded to write down all the naughty things she’d done. She’d made him promise to hide the notebook. Last thing she needed was his cousin, Everly, or her son, Nico, finding it.
“Do you still feel guilty about worrying me, baby?”
She squirmed on the seat. Did she tell him the truth? But why lie? It wasn’t like he was going to pounce on her or force her to do anything she didn’t want to.
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to take care of that for you?”
Did she want that? “With a spanking?”
“It doesn’t need to be a spanking, but I think it would be the most effective. But it is entirely up to you. I’m not going to force you into anything. This is to help you.”
Help her. It sounded so wrong, that a spanking could help her.
“And maybe it would show you what a spanking would be like. Have you been curious? Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be taken across a firm lap and have your bottom spanked? To not be in control? To be held and comforted afterwards? To not have to think and worry over something you’ve done because you know you’ve been punished and forgiven?”
Yes.
She took a deep breath. “I want the spanking.”
He grasped hold of her chin, lifting her face then he kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re a brave girl.”
She didn’t feel it. Not in the slightest.
“I want you to head inside, go potty, and put on your nightgown. You can go to bed after your punishment. Leave your panties off, you won’t be needing them. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Then I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom.”
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“You can do this,” she told herself in the mirror. She’d already changed into her nightgown and brushed her teeth. She was ready for bed. All she had to do was get her butt spanked first. “You can do this. It’s just a spanking.”
She placed her hand over her stomach. Despite the nerves creating butterflies in her tummy, this felt right. She wanted to know what this would be like. If it was really something she wanted.
And if it wasn’t, then he’d be leaving soon. And if it was. . .well, then she’d know what she needed. She’d only had one serious boyfriend and he’d never really stirred her arousal. Fact was, she’d never had an orgasm that she hadn’t given herself. And she’d had to take the dominant role. It wasn’t one that came naturally.
Well, she definitely wasn’t the dominant one in this relationship. If you could call it a relationship.
Slowly, she moved into what she had come to think of as their bedroom. He’d insisted that they sleep together, wanting to be close by in case she needed him. She had to admit, she slept so much better with him curled around her. And he’d been a perfect gentleman.
Which was a little disappointing.
She was so nervous she felt ill. And even though she’d asked for this, she was really starting to regret that now. What kind of crazy person asked to be spanked?
He was already in the bedroom when she entered. And as soon as he saw her, he held out his arms. She walked right into them. He ran his hand up and down her back comfortingly. “Remember, you can stop this at any time. Have you chosen a safeword?”
“Um, yes. Red.”
“Red is good. Simple.”
She let out a shuddering breath then nodded and stepped back. “I’m ready.”
He kissed her forehead. “Such a courageous girl.”
He led her over to the bed and sat, then he held up his hand. She took it, letting him guide her so she lay over his lap. Her torso and legs were supported by the mattress and her tummy rested over his knee. He raised her nightgown up over her bare ass.
“Easy, baby girl. Just relax.”
She snorted.
“I know,” he said with soft amusement. “Not the easiest thing to do, right? But it will feel much worse if you’re tense. Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy won’t push you more than you can take. Trust me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
More than she trusted anyone except Penny. She thought it said something that the two people she trusted most were related. He rubbed her bottom and she was embarrassed at how much of her was on display. You’ve been on display before. And in less than this.
Yes, but this felt different.
The first smack landed and she let out a small cry of surprise. Ouch! Crap!
Another smack to the next cheek. Okay, maybe this spanking thing was only appealing when she was reading about it.
“Little girl, while Daddy is spanking you, I want you to think about what you did. Why it was a naughty thing to do, and what you should have done instead.” As he spoke, he continued to pelt her bottom. Her bottom stung. The heat grew. She thumped her legs against the bed.
“Daddy, stop! Stop!”
“Not yet, baby girl.” There was a grim resignation in his voice. “We need to get rid of that guilt you’re feeling and for that to happen, you need to feel like you’ve been punished.”
By now her bottom was throbbing. Burning. Tears dripped down her cheeks.
“Why did you feel so guilty over disobeying me?” he asked her.
Smack! Smack!
“Because I made you worry. I made you lose time with your nan when. . .when. . .”
When she didn’t have much left.
He laid several more smacks on her bottom. He spanked her until she was a complete and utter mess. She couldn’t think, could scarcely even breathe. She lay limply over his lap, accepting of his discipline, knowing that she needed it. Finally, when he stopped whaling on her ass, her hot cheek was pressed against the bed cover, the material wet beneath her cheek.
“Good girl. That’s such a good girl,” he murmured to her as she fought for her breath. “Calm yourself now. That’s it. Deep, slow breaths. That’s my girl. How do you feel now, little one?” he asked in a soft, soothing voice as he rubbed his hand in circles on her lower back. “Do you still feel guilty? Or do you feel better? Lighter?”
She searched inside her. That icky, slimy feeling was gone. She let out a deep sigh. Oh, that felt so good. He was right. She had needed this. Had needed to atone for what she did in order to move forward without that horrible feeling of guilt.
“I feel better, Daddy.”
“That’s good, my darling girl. And what are you going to do next time Daddy gives you an order?”
“Obey him.”
“Because what happens when you don’t?”
“I-I get sp-spanked.”
“Or there might be a different punishment.” He drew her over so she sat on his knee. She hissed, moving around until her bottom hung over the side of his lap. He grabbed a tissue and wiped her face.
Then he held it to her nose. “Blow.”
She let him tidy her up then he moved them again so she lay on her side on the bed, curled in against his chest as he rested on his back. She listened to the steady beat of his heart. This sort of intimacy wasn’t one she was used to. Her ex hadn’t really cuddled her. The occasional hug, but she’d never been comfortable snuggling into him like she was with Macca.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“What sorts of punishments?” she asked, thinking about what he said even though she wasn’t certain she wanted to know. She figured the best idea was to just not do anything wrong. Yep, keep out of trouble and she wouldn’t have a hot, throbbing bottom.
Combined with a throbbing clit. She pressed her thighs together.
“Thi
ngs like corner time, writing lines, having to do chores.”
Urgh. She thought she would rather have the spanking. Her eyes started to close as he held her tight. He rose and lifted her up onto her feet so he could slide back the covers. “Climb into bed, baby girl. I’m going to lock up the house and then I’ll be back in to hold you until you go off to sleep.”
That sounded perfect.
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Yep. She was right. She’d rather have had the spanking.
Except Daddy had decided that this time, she needed to spend time sitting in the corner on her hot bottom to think about how she would do better at obeying him.
And if being in the corner of the living room with Daddy in the kitchen wasn’t bad enough, he’d made her sit on a wooden chair with no cushion, just wearing her nightgown. He didn’t want her standing for too long and getting dizzy, and he’d also told her that having to sit on her still-sore bottom would help remind her that Daddy was in charge.
Apparently, Daddy took her water intake very seriously. Too seriously.
So, she’d only managed a few sips this morning while he was out visiting Penny. It wasn’t the end of the world, right?
“Right, Gigi, that’s long enough. Wait for me to come and get you before you get out of the corner.”
Urgh. This was so humiliating.
He appeared at her side and held out his hand. She took it and he slowly helped her stand, holding onto her hand as he made certain she wasn’t feeling dizzy. He clasped his hands around her waist and turned her to face him.
“Tell Daddy why you had to sit in the corner, little one.”
Well, this sucked. Why did they have to talk about it? Wasn’t the punishment over?
“‘Cause Daddy is a meanie.”
Um. Oops. Stupid non-filter on her mouth. She really hadn’t meant to say that.
He half turned her. And holding her with her side against his chest, his muscular arm pinned under her breasts to keep her still, he gave her five sharp smacks on her bottom.
“Ouch! Owie, Daddy.”
“Want to revise your answer, little girl?”
She glared up at him. He just raised an eyebrow. “We can stay here until you answer me. Properly.”
Why did he have to be so stubborn? He knew she couldn’t even stand here for a few minutes without caving.
“‘Cause I didn’t drink all my water like I was told. But I was napping,” she sulked. “And water is yuck.”
“Really? Were you still napping when I got home?”
No. She’d been reading CJ Bennett’s latest story that had just landed in her eReader. It had been so gripping that she hadn’t been able to put it down. That woman sure could spin a story and she loved reading about her Littles and their Daddies. This latest one was a ménage. Hm, she wondered how it would feel to have two daddies.
Yeah, nah. One was enough. More than enough. Her butt wouldn’t survive two. She shuddered at the thought.
“No, Daddy.” She was feeling very put-upon.
“So, you had time to drink your water, didn’t you? As far as I can see from your bottle you didn’t make much of an effort at all.”
“I could have refilled it,” she pointed out.
“Did you?”
She sighed. “No.”
He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face up. “I’m not insisting that you drink your water to be mean, sweet pea. It’s because I care about your health.”
Well, now she just felt awful.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He ran a finger over her lips, they parted and he slipped his finger inside. Her breath sped up.
“Good girl. I know you don’t like water and Daddy has an idea how to help. Now suck.”
She sucked on his finger.
Hunger filled his face. Then he slid his finger free and leaning in, kissed her. It was like nothing she’d experienced before. Her entire body lit up. She moved closer, her breasts pressing against his firm chest. How did he have such an effect on her? His hand reached around to grasp the back of her neck and she kind of melted. Such a dominant gesture went straight to her submissive core. Her knees weakened and he clasped her around her waist, holding her steady.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asked, looking down at her in concern.
“You made me weak in the knees,” she blurted out. Then she whacked her hand against her forehead. “Shut up, mouth.”
“Hey,” he said with amusement. “First, I’m glad I make you weak in the knees, since you have that effect on me too.”
“I do?” She stared up at him in shock.
He nodded. “Definitely.”
Oh. That was nice.
He smiled. “It is nice.”
She went to hit herself again when he grabbed her hand. “Stop that. You’ll hurt yourself.”
She snorted. “My head is made of bricks, Daddy.”
“It is?” He looked slightly startled.
Oh. She bit her lip. “My dad used to say that to me. He’d call me stupid. Say I had nothing but bricks in my head. Stuff like that.”
“All right.” He sat on the couch and settled her onto his lap. “Not only was that a cruel thing for him to say, it’s also very untrue.”
“I never graduated high school,” she said tearfully.
“That doesn’t mean you are stupid. And there were extenuating circumstances.”
She shook her head. “He’s right. I was never very good at school. I am stupid.”
“Enough,” he said firmly. “I know it’s hard to dispel things our parents have told us. When you’re told something often enough, especially by someone who is meant to love and care for you, you can start to believe it.”
He sounded like he had firsthand experience of that.
“Did your dad do that to you?”
He grimaced. “Yeah, I very rarely lived up to his expectations. I wasn’t smart enough, strong enough, fast enough. Luckily, he was rarely around. And the women in my life were amazing. They made up for a lot.”
Still, she could tell his father’s behavior had affected him. How could his dad not see how amazing he was?
She wished this was a permanent thing between them. She didn’t want to think about never seeing Macca again.
Oh God, she was in so much trouble.
“Now, I do believe I told you that talking badly about yourself is another entry in your notebook. Let’s just take care of that now, shall we.”
He gently arranged her over his lap once. More.
Noo. How did she keep getting herself into this position? He slowly raised her nightgown, which she’d worn to take a nap while he’d been visiting Penny, up over her bottom. Without a word he laid into her bare ass. He didn’t seem to give any consideration to the fact that he’d just blistered her poor bum. Nope, his spanking was brisk and hard and soon she was wailing in pain.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a long spanking. Soon, he’d stopped and was rubbing her lower back as she sobbed. “No more putting yourself down, little miss. And no more hitting yourself, for any reason. For what it’s worth, I think it’s cute the way you blurt out what you’re thinking. Takes out all the guesswork.”
He carefully rolled her over. She winced as her throbbing ass came into contact with his hard thighs. Ouch. Ouch. Owie. He didn’t say a word at her squirming. He grabbed a tissue to clean her up before he stood and set her on her feet.
With a hand on the small of her back, he turned her towards the dining table.
“Daddy, I can’t sit on my bottom to eat dinner,” she complained.
“Is your bottom that sore?” he asked.
“Yes.” She rubbed it dramatically, with her lower lip poking out. “I’m very, very sore.”
“That doesn’t sound good. You better let Daddy take a look at it.”
“Um, what?” That wasn’t what she’d been expecting him to say.
“Put your hands on the dining table, then bend over and show me this poor, sore bottom of yours.”
“But I. . .” She didn’t have any panties on.
Duh. He knows that, Gigi.
But how much more would he see with her in that position?
“Unless your foot is sore or you’re feeling dizzy and want to sit down?” he asked, solicitous as always.
“No, my foot feels good. And I haven’t been dizzy since I got home.” But she still didn’t move.
Instead of telling her off for procrastinating as she’d half-expected, he moved in behind her. His arm came around her waist and he leaned his chin on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her ear. “Easy, sweet pea. I know we haven’t talked about sex. I didn’t want to scare you off. We haven’t known each other long and I know I was an ass in the beginning, but I want you to know that I think you’re beautiful, sweet, loving and smart. I want you. I would like access to all parts of you. If you don’t want it to be sexual, then it doesn’t have to be. Okay?”
Her breathing sped up. He wanted her? Was it a good idea to take things further? Hell, she was already in so deep did it matter at this point?
“You can think about it. Nothing needs to happen straight away.”
He’d been honest with her. She owed it to be honest back. Find some backbone, Gigi.
“I. . .I want you too.”
He kissed her cheek. “Good. Because it would have been hell if this sexual attraction was one-sided.” He gave a small chuckle that filled her with warmth. “Like I said, nothing is happening right now. But are you okay with me having access to all parts of your body or do you want me to back off a bit?”
“I’m okay with that.” She didn’t have a problem with her body, even though she knew she was a bit thin at the moment. She’d hesitated before because she hadn’t known quite where this was going. She really didn’t want to get attached and then get her heart broken when he left.
He nuzzled her neck. “Thank you for your trust, baby girl. I know it can’t be easy for you.”
Actually, in some ways it was surprisingly easy. But she knew he meant because of her dad.
“You’re nothing like him. I promise that.”
“Good. I don’t ever want to do anything that reminds you of him. Remember, you always have a safe word, yes?”
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