The Warrior's Little Princess

by Sara Fields

  “What did you want to ask your daddy?”

  With a deep swallow, she began again, “After my spanking is over, you’ll forgive me, right?” Her voice was timid.

  “Always. You will always be forgiven after a punishment. I promise. Once it’s over, you’ll be Daddy’s good girl again. Now, nose in the corner. I’m going to bake some dessert in the meantime. If you’re very good and take your spanking well, I will even give you some before bed.”

  He patted her naked bottom once before he walked away and she shivered at his touch. Even though she knew that hard wooden paddle was going to teach her a lesson very shortly, she felt her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. She was very wet and her clit was beginning to throb, almost as though it was begging for him to touch her there.

  Her bare nether cheeks tingled, almost as if an invisible hand was touching her naked skin, warning her of her upcoming spanking.

  Her legs quivered a little as she thought about her current position, but the rampant desire racing through her veins made it difficult. Her hips may have rocked a little, because she was quickly met with two hard smacks to each cheek before Darrius walked into the kitchen area. With a deep breath, she managed to still her body and he left her alone a few minutes later. His heavy boot steps gave her an idea of where he was. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was gathering supplies in the kitchen as she heard the occasional clang of pots and bowls. Left to think, she began to reflect on the events of the past few hours.

  Darrius had been sweet and caring the entire day and she had loved all the attention he gave her. She felt bad she’d worried him, thinking it must have been awful scary to see her almost get trampled in the road because she hadn’t listened to him. She remembered seeing the look of fear flash across his face before it had been hidden by his anger.

  Falling a bit further into the safety of the corner, she sniffed back her tears. She knew she deserved to be punished, having put herself in danger and ignoring Darrius’s command. Hanging her head, she knew what she had to do. Feeling as though she was once again a little girl, she knew she had to be punished.

  She yearned for his forgiveness and to be his good girl again, and if that meant she needed to be spanked, then so be it. Increasingly aware of the naked state of her backside, she opened her mouth to speak.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby girl?”

  “I am ready for my spanking, Daddy,” she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. He walked calmly over to her, a mask of cool confidence and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

  “That was very good of you, sweetheart,” he responded and pressed his lips to her forehead in a kiss that very nearly melted her into a pile of jelly. He took her hand, allowing her chemise to fall and cover her bottom, and led her to the bed. He sat down and maneuvered her between his thighs, so that she was still standing before him.

  “You’re about to get punished because you ignored my instructions. You didn’t think before wandering off and crossing the road and could have been killed. I would be crushed if you’d gotten hurt under my watch and I don’t want to see anything like this happen ever again. Do you understand, baby girl?”

  “Yes, sir, I mean Daddy,” she responded quietly as she corrected herself. She met his eyes as he gazed sternly back at her. Not even a hint of a smile was apparent on his lips, telling her that she was in more trouble than she could have ever anticipated. Her bottom clenched. Nervous, she allowed him to take her wrist, knowing there was no getting out of what she had coming.

  Next, he helped situate her over his knees so that her torso lay supported on the bed. He rocked her forward so her hips were angled over his left thigh, then his right leg hooked over the back of her knees, locking her into place.

  “This is going to be a much harder spanking than you’ve ever gotten from me before, little girl. I’ve positioned you like this so that you won’t be able to kick or wiggle out of my grasp.”

  She jumped a little when his palm grazed against her bottom, smoothing the white material of her chemise. He cupped her bottom on each side, as though he was warning her awaiting cheeks of their coming fate.

  Sighing, she enjoyed the strong feel of his palm as he caressed her, knowing that very shortly, she’d probably be sobbing over his lap. She was about to be one sorry little girl. Accepting her fate, she waited and he patted her bottom gently, a warning that it was about to begin.

  Smack. Smack.

  He spanked each side of her bottom quickly and firmly, causing her to yelp in response. His palm was harsh, even over the cloth of her underthings. He’d never started a spanking this firmly before and it didn’t take very long for her bottom to feel hot and sore. Soft yelps escaped her lips as she tried to take her punishment well enough to make him proud.

  He paused for a second to grip the trim of her chemise and lifted it to reveal her backside to the air, causing her to quiver as the chilly air hit her skin. Feeling vulnerable, she whined a little at having her bottom bared to his view.

  She didn’t have long to worry about him looking at her bare cheeks because he renewed spanking her with vigor this time. Yelping and squirming, she tried to avoid his punishing palm, but to no avail. Locked as she was over his lap, she knew there was to be no escape until he deemed she was adequately punished.

  Her scalded skin felt hot and achy and each time his broad palm met her sorry backside, it stung even more. Her spanking seemed to last forever and the pain was quickly becoming overwhelming. Tears prickled at the edges of her eyes and she knew she was moments away from crying already.

  Thankfully, he stopped then and she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself. His hand grazed against her bottom and she felt gooseflesh rise all over her body. She couldn’t help but notice how warm her body became and she knew her arousal was dampening between her thighs. Her core ached for him and she wished he would lick her needy bud again like he’d done in the past. She moaned softly and rolled her hips a little.

  A cool object pressed against her ass and she stilled, realizing that her punishment wasn’t fully over. She remembered the paddle that had bitten into her flesh earlier that day and whimpered in anticipation.

  “Please, sir, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to use the paddle. I’ll be good, I swear,” she begged, desperate not to feel the wooden sting of the implement.

  “Bad girl. Already forgetting how to properly address me during a punishment.”

  “Please, Daddy! I’m sorry!”

  He tapped the paddle against her cheek, grasping her waist with his other hand and pressing her down against his hip. Thus, she couldn’t even wiggle in the slightest.

  “I’m going to make sure you think twice before disobeying me again.”

  Without delay, the cold wood smacked against her ass and within seconds, she was yelping at its terrible sting. Over and over the paddle spanked her, quickly overwhelming her with its fiery ache and she began to cry. The paddle was relentless, smacking all over her bottom to the tops of her thighs. She howled, apologized repeatedly, and begged him to forgive her, all the while knowing he would end her punishment when he decided it was over, not when she thought she couldn’t take anymore.

  At some point, her body relented and she lay limp over his lap, sobbing so hard that she hardly knew whether the paddle was falling anymore. He put the paddle aside and finished her punishment with four hard spanks right on the lower curve of her bottom and her upper thighs, clearly driving the fact home that she had been well and truly punished.

  Quickly, he disentangled her from her position and rearranged her so that she was sitting on his thighs safe in his arms. She cried into his shoulder, hiccupping and apologizing as she tried to calm herself.

  “That’s my good girl. You’re forgiven. It’s all over,” he whispered into her ear and she felt nothing but warmth for him. She yearned to please him in every way and curled into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his fingers trailing up and down her spine in the most comforti

ng manner possible.

  They sat there for a long while together before either of them said anything more. Irena felt safe in his arms and knew he would protect her from whatever perils came her way. Because he’d punished her so soundly for her indiscretion, she knew he cared for her and that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even though her bottom was throbbing and sore.

  When her tears finally dried, she raised her head and kissed his cheek, his stubble prickling her sensitive lips. He returned the kiss on the top of her head, holding her tight against him. His arms hugged her even tighter as he comforted her. She felt entirely safe and cared for. She looked up at him when he quietly cleared his throat.

  “Be my good girl for me, alright? I like spanking you for fun reasons and not as a punishment.”

  “I’m truly sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

  “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “Now, how would you like a slice of wild berry pie as a reward for taking your punishment so well?”

  “I would like that very much,” she responded, wiping her face of any residual tears. It wasn’t until then that she sniffed the air, realizing that the wonderful aroma of baking fruit was clearly apparent in the small cabin. “Oh, my goodness, it smells so good!”

  “Will you let me feed you? It would please me very much,” he asked warmly, hugging her close and she nodded in response. She felt as though he wanted to take care of her even more, especially after having to be harsh with her and she liked that.

  “Only rule is no eating in the bed, you have to be at the table.”

  “Can I sit down on a pillow? My bottom is awfully sore, Daddy.”

  “I guess I can allow that. Come on, sweetheart, put your arms around my neck and I’ll carry you over there.”

  She did just that and he tossed her up onto his shoulders, piggyback style. He stood and grabbed a pillow, before walking slowly over to the table. She giggled, feeling very much like his little girl.

  He pulled out a chair and carefully placed the pillow on it. He swung her down and gently sat her down, although she hissed at the sudden soreness when her well punished bottom touched the pillow.

  He didn’t say anything and pushed the chair into the table.

  Heading over to the big oven, he opened the door and grabbed a thick rag nearby. Reaching inside, he pulled out the pie pan and placed it on a wooden cutting board on top of the stove. Grasping a big knife, he sliced into the pie and cut a big piece for the two of them.

  Putting the piece of pie onto a plate, he grabbed a fork and brought it over to her. He sat close to her in another chair and she smiled as he dipped his fork into the pie. Lifting the fork, he blew on the bite to cool it before bringing it to her lips.

  She opened her mouth and moaned when the warm flavors melted into her tongue. She’d always loved raspberries and strawberries and this dessert had plenty of them, as well as a few other types she didn’t recognize. It was utterly delectable.

  “It’s so good!” she told him with a grin.

  “I’m glad,” he mused, cocking his head to gaze back at her. He smiled softly and the skin around his eyes crinkled a little. The two of them polished off the pie in no time and by the time they finished, Irena felt entirely full. Darrius poured them each a goblet of wine, which they enjoyed together.

  The sweet flavor of the wine spread across her tongue and she moaned. By the time she finished her cup, her skin was feeling tingly all over. Feeling rather bold, she sat back against the tall chair and took a deep breath.

  “Daddy? Would you show me more of the good girl things you’d do to me? The ones that make me feel so warm and hot when you touch me?”

  “Ahhh, feeling adventurous, now are we?”

  She nodded and grinned back at him.

  “I want to try something new. I want to learn more!”

  “Do ya now,” he mused, a curious look coming over his face. “Do you trust me, sweet girl? If you truly want me to show your something new and interesting, you’ll have to do whatever I say, even if it may embarrass you. Can you do that?”

  Feeling a bit nervous at his words, she couldn’t help but nod. She wanted to know more and most important, she wanted him to show her.

  “Say it, baby,” he pressed, taking her hands into his.

  “Yes, Daddy. I will obey you in all things.”

  “Good girl. Now walk over to the bed and lift your chemise. Place your chest on the bed and wait for me.”

  “Are you going to spank me again?” she asked worriedly as she hesitantly stood up.

  He shook his head and smiled.

  “No more spankings for you tonight. I promise. That bottom of yours is going to be good and sore, and very red for quite some time.”

  She grinned and bounded off toward the bed. Instead of just baring her bottom, she gripped the trim of her chemise and lifted it up and over her head. She gently folded it and placed it in the pile with her other clothing. Seeing her fully naked, he smirked back at her and shook his head a little.

  “Such a naughty little girl,” he chuckled. “Now face the wall and put your chest on the bed. Then, I want you to reach back, grip your bottom cheeks, and spread them for me. Show me your naughtiest hole.”

  She gasped at his words, shocked but compelled to obey him. Slowly she leaned down and reached back, feeling the residual warmth from her spanking on her naked skin. When she grabbed both sides of her bottom, she had to take a deep breath before following through with his command. When she eventually obeyed, she felt an odd sense of pleasure intermingled with inherent shame race through her body.

  Her mind was telling her that she should be ashamed and embarrassed of how her body was reacting, yet she didn’t feel as though she should be. This is what Darrius wanted and he promised she would enjoy herself. Her bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation, wondering what he would do to her next.

  She heard him rummaging in a nearby drawer, but didn’t dare look since she had been told not to. When he finally touched her, she sighed. His rough fingers glided across her back and down the cleft of her bottom, grazing over the tight rim of muscle usually hidden from view. Despite her best efforts, her hips rocked toward him and she felt liquid heat gather between her thighs. Without a doubt, this very act was proving to be more arousing then she could have ever expected.

  “You can’t mean to touch me there,” she yelped.

  “I most certainly do and you’re going to love it.”

  The sound of a jar opening met her ears and she shrieked when a cool sort of cream spread on top of her bottom hole. His thumb rubbed over her tight rosette and it began to feel rather good. She moaned slightly when he began to put pressure on her rim of muscle, finally realizing his intentions. He would circle and ultimately push into her secret entrance.

  “Open for me, baby, let me in,” he implored her as he pressed harder and she finally relented. His large digit pierced into her channel and she moaned when he began to move inside her. First he started with his thumb, spreading the cool cream around her bottom hole and deep inside her.

  The feeling was foreign, but utterly pleasurable. She loved it. He continued working his fingers inside until he could comfortably fit a few inside her at a time. Then, he pulled his fingers out of her and she whined at the empty feeling. She moved to look back, but he quickly told her not to move.

  A cool object pressed at her backside and she whined nervously.

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s a glass plug. I bought it earlier today for you and wanted to surprise you with it. I’m going to put it inside your bottom to remind you that your daddy will always be there for you.”

  The toy pressed against her tight hole and she squealed as it began to enter her. Her bottom clenched at the foreign feeling and she was chastised with a hard spank to her left cheek. She did her best to relax and before long, the plug was sliding inside her, although it felt impossibly big.

  She whined when she realized the plug was getting wider and wider as it pressed into her. At its widest point, she whimpered slightly at the painful stretching sensation. A sense of desire passed over her, quickly dulling the aching feeling and causing her pussy to throb in tune with her heartbeat. Finally, the plug popped inside her, fully seated deep in her secret entrance.

  He slapped lightly over top of the base, each spank pushing the plug seemingly further into her depths. He grasped her about the waist and flipped her over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and she flushed upon realizing that he was looking right at her cunny.

  “My my, aren’t you one excited little girl. Look at how wet you are,” he smirked, his voice warm and full of lust. She knew he was right, as she could feel her moisture dewing on her folds. She could feel the weight of the plug as her backside pressed into the bed and it only made her hotter. His tongue licked his lips and she moaned at the sight.

  “Keep those legs nice and wide, little girl,” he growled and her body lit ablaze with rampant desire. His mouth descended in between her thighs, kissing up and down each side of her legs, leaving her breathless with want. Her muscles quivered. His lips moved closer and closer to the throbbing bud between her legs and she sighed when the rough pad of his tongue scraped against her sensitive aroused flesh.

  Her back arched cleanly off the bed in ecstasy at the wet and warm feeling of his mouth on her clit. Caught within the riptide of swirling pleasure, she moaned at the inescapability of it. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as her toes curled and her hips rolled up toward him. Her bottom pressed into the mattress, pressing the large plug in deeper than ever. When his fingers ventured beneath his chin to probe at her entrance, she gasped with unexpected passion.

  “Please,” she begged, wanting to feel him deep inside her pussy as well.

  At first, one finger slipped inside her, then two, aided by the sheer amount of liquid heat dripping from her body. She groaned as he began to pump them in and out of her, and screamed with desire as his tongue returned to her clit. In that instance, her pleasure came to a head with powerful force, drowning her in its intensity.

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