A Little Atonement

by Maggie Ryan

  He stood, grabbed a towel, and then helped her to stand. Wrapping it around her, he lifted her from the tub. Tucking the ends in, he once again set her up on the vanity and removed the scrunchie from her hair. He almost chuckled again when her eyes widened as he picked up the brush. This time he used the other side, drawing it through her hair until it lay about her shoulders in smooth waves.

  “Naptime, little one,” he said, picking her up again and leaving the bathroom. Carrying her through his room, he paused before the door to hers. “I’ve waited a long time for this. Ready to see your room, Elena?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Opening the door, he stepped inside and smiled when she gasped. He didn’t move, just stood holding her as her head swiveled to take in the room he’d designed for her. The walls were a soft yellow, the baseboards, window seat, and trim around the doors a bright white. He’d found the bed in an antique store. It was twin-sized and the iron work was beautiful once he’d removed the rust and painted it white. Curlicues and flowers filled the headboard and footboard. He’d set the bed up on risers that were now hidden beneath the yellow bed skirt. He’d placed a patchwork quilt of many colors on the top, and at the head, a stuffed unicorn sat against the pillow.

  There was a white dresser with knobs in the shape of flowers against one wall, a large rocking chair angled in one corner. A small white iron table sat beside the rocker, a lamp with a yellow shade and a book on the surface. Another corner held a low stool, where his girl would sit, her bare bottom on its surface, her nose in the corner when she’d been naughty.

  “It’s… it’s perfect,” she said. “Oh, it’s more than I’d ever imagined. Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome, Elena. I’m so glad you like it. Now, let’s get you dressed and down for a nap.”

  Setting her down, he went to the dresser and began opening drawers as she turned in a slow circle, taking in her room again. Making his choices, Liam moved toward the rocker and took a seat.

  “Come here, sweetie.”

  Once she had, he removed the towel, noticing she couldn’t suppress a shiver.

  “Are you cold?”

  “A little,” she admitted.

  “Another reason to fatten you up a bit. Until then, I’ll dress you warmly.”

  “When did you buy little clothes?” she asked as he held up a pair of panties decorated with another family of ducks.

  “I’ve been shopping and preparing your room for a long time,” he said as she stepped into the underwear. “I picked out things I thought you’d enjoy and things I knew I would. Like this.” He unfolded the item he’d taken from the drawer and her mouth dropped open.

  “They make those for big people?”

  “You’d be surprised to learn that if you know where to shop, you can find anything you can imagine for any size person. Do you like it?”

  “I don’t know. Does it have one of those openings… you know, in the back?”

  “A drop seat?” Liam provided the correct name with a grin. “It sure does. How else are you supposed to go potty easily when it’s cold?”

  “Unzip it?”

  “No, that would take too long and you’d get cold pulling it down, which negates the purpose. With a drop seat, it will be very easy for you to go potty or for your daddy to lower the flap, pull your panties down, and spank your bottom if you are naughty. Isn’t that a nice touch?”

  She shook her head, her cheeks flushed, but didn’t hesitate to lift her feet as he helped her into the garment. Once he’d zipped her from ankle to chin, she looked exactly as he’d imagined. Freshly bathed, smelling of lavender, wrapped in soft fuzzy footed pajamas, with a smile on her face, she was the picture of a precious little one ready for bed.

  “Warmer?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Pulling her onto his lap, he held her for a few minutes, rocking slowly as she rested her cheek against his chest. This, right now, this very moment, was what he’d yearned for. He’d begun to lose hope that he’d ever experience the perfection of holding the one woman he loved with his entire soul in his arms, rocking her, listening to her soft breaths as the tension she’d been living with began to truly drain away.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, sweetie?”

  “When I said I needed my daddy… I-I didn’t mean I don’t need you—Liam—too.”

  “I know that, honey, and believe me, I understand. But there are going to be new rules.”

  “Will… will you… will we ever… make love again?”

  “Yes, Elena. We will make love for the rest of our lives. I haven’t forgotten you are a woman, Elena. I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to hold you in my arms as I caress you, as I make love to you. I promise, my dream is to fulfill every one of your needs. Trust me, there will be fucking.”

  She giggled and squirmed, and he knew she could easily feel his erection beneath her bottom. “Daddy, you said a naughty word. Maybe I should spank you.”

  He chuckled. “Trust me as well when I say the only spanking that will be done will be by me. Now, are you ready to be tucked in or would you like a story?”

  “A story, please.”

  He smiled and picked up the book and began to read as he continued to rock. By the time he read the last page, she was sound asleep. Laying the book aside, he didn’t tuck her into her bed right away. Instead, he continued to rock her, cherishing the feel of her in his arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Elena woke to find herself tucked into her new bed, her unicorn cradled in her arms. She wondered what she was supposed to feel, searching her emotions and then smiling as she realized that there was no rule about how to feel… her emotions, her feelings were hers alone. And going by the fact that she felt warm, secure, and comfy—well, except for the slight ache in her bottom when she rolled onto her back—she was not only content, she was happier than she could ever remember being.

  Her eyes drifted over the quilt, the bed, the dresser, and the rocker where she last remembered being. Liam had really done an incredible job. It was like he’d looked into her heart and pulled out what she’d always imagined as the perfect room to grow up in. The soft colors, the bookshelf full of books and toys that had been built beneath the bay window, all called for a little girl to worry about nothing, knowing that her daddy would take care of everything. Wiggling her toes in her footed pjs, she giggled. He’d even made sure that his little one would be nice and cozy when put to bed.

  Bed… well, yes, she had slept in this one and had slept well. She hadn’t tossed and turned or awakened with a start after crying out in her sleep. But, if she were honest, she’d much rather be curled up against Liam’s body in his big bed. He’d said they’d make love but when? She wiggled again, remembering the feel of his hard cock as he’d rocked her. It wasn’t like he didn’t want her and after stroking her during her bath, he’d surely known she was desperate for him to take her, so why hadn’t he yet done so? When she’d been his submissive, he hadn’t placed her in a corner after he’d spanked her. He’d placed her on her knees and unzipped his pants. She’d kneel, her bottom throbbing, her eyes on his hands as he pulled his cock from his pants, watching as he stroked himself from root to tip. She’d lift her eyes to his and wait. He’d place his hand at the back of her head, pulling her forward and smearing her lips with the pre-cum oozing from his cock. Only when her lips were coated would he speak the command to open. She’d swallow hard, open her mouth, and accept his shaft between her lips.

  “What are you doing?”

  Shrieking, Elena’s heart pounded as she looked up to discover Liam in the doorway. It took a moment before she realized that she’d drawn her legs up and her hand was beneath the quilt rubbing against her sex. Snatching her hand free, she felt her face heat and her bottom clench.

  “I-I didn’t mean to. I was thinking about you. I’m sorry…”

  “Little girls do not rub themselves, Elena Michelle.”

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sp; “I know, but—”

  “No buts,” he said, crossing the room in far too few steps. Pulling the quilt and sheet back, he reached for her. “I didn’t expect to have to demonstrate the effectiveness of this drop seat so quickly, but you just admitted you knew better.”

  “No, Daddy, please don’t spank me!”

  “Yes, Elena, every time you are naughty, remember?” He pulled her across his knee, dropping his leg over hers and had the buttons undone and the drop seat lowered before she could blink. The first swat landed and was immediately followed by another.

  “Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

  “Won’t do what, Elena?”

  “I won’t touch myself down… down there! Ow, please, Daddy!”

  Her plea didn’t stop his hand from landing, swat after swat alternating from cheek to cheek. When she thought he was done, she discovered he’d only paused to pull down her new panties. The spanking resumed on her bare bottom. It didn’t take near as many strokes to have her squirming and bucking as her bottom was still tender from her first trip over his lap only a few hours earlier.

  “Who is the only one allowed to touch your pussy, Elena?”

  “You are.”

  “Who decides when you get to come?”

  “You do… ow, please!”

  Each crack of his palm caused a new cry as the fire built.

  “And who earns a spanking every single time she is naughty?”

  “I do!” she wailed her answer, her feet drumming against the floor, her hands clutching the colorful rag rug beside her bed.

  “That’s right. You do. And the next time Daddy catches you with your fingers anywhere near where they don’t belong, you will not only get your bottom spanked, you will then bend over the bed, lift up onto your toes, and offer your red, hot bottom to my belt. Is that clear?”

  “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

  He gave her another dozen hard swats before his palm rested against her fiery flesh. After a few minutes, he lifted her and seated her on his knee, her hiss of pain ignored as her poor posterior took her weight. He held her as she cried, stroking down her back until she was only giving an occasional sniffle.

  “Looks like I’m going to have to lay in a big supply of handkerchiefs, doesn’t it?” he asked, producing a fresh one from his pocket and holding it to her nose. She blew hard, not caring that she was being helped, just knowing that with her nose running like a faucet and her tears clogging her throat, it was hard to catch her breath.

  “Thank you,” she managed, wiping a hand across her cheek.

  “You’re welcome,” he said, giving her a hug and a kiss on her forehead before moving her to stand. “See that little stool?”

  She almost groaned, spying it in the corner. “Yes, sir.”

  “Go sit on it but let your bottom hang off the edge. You’ll bend forward, your nose touching the wall for ten minutes. And, Elena, if you disobey or wiggle about, I’ll take off my belt. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then go to your naughty corner now.”

  Elena turned away and trudged across the room. How had she gone from thinking how perfect everything was to lowering her aching bottom down to a small white stool, scooting back until her flanks hung off the edge before bending forward and sticking her nose to a wall—again!

  Corner time might be new, having her pussy shaved as well, but she’d never been allowed to pleasure herself. Would she ever manage to go a few hours without being naughty? It was a long ten minutes but she didn’t dare move a muscle, the thought of hearing the hiss of a belt being pulled from its loops keeping her nose glued exactly where it had been ordered.

  “You did very well, Elena. You may come out and make your apology.”

  Standing took a moment but she was soon before him again. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy.”

  “I’m sorry as well. I was coming to wake you up for lunch, but now it seems you’ll have your tummy filled before we go downstairs. Kneel, Elena.”

  The order had her eyes widening. This was exactly what she’d been thinking about. Did he somehow know? She dropped to her knees, her eyes on his hands as they unzipped his jeans and extracted his cock. Her pussy—the one she’d just been spanked for touching—spasmed and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

  “Eyes on me, Elena,” he said, drawing her gaze up from where he was stroking his length to meet his. “Naughty little girls make a proper penance when they’ve been exceptionally naughty or have to be punished repeatedly in a day.”

  She nodded and felt his hand cup the back of her head, pulling her forward a bit.

  “Keep your eyes on mine.”

  She obeyed but could feel the pre-cum being spread across her lips, the scent she remembered as his filling her nostrils as he coated her lips.

  “Open.”

  She opened her mouth, her lips already sticky with his seed.

  He guided his cockhead between her lips. “Suck.”

  Her entire body shuddered as she obeyed, closing her lips tightly and hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue ran across the fat mushroom head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that still seeped from the slit.

  “All the way down now, Elena. Make a proper penance or you’ll feel my belt and then try again.”

  She didn’t need any further instruction. Bobbing her head, she began to move up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking along the ridge, dancing across the glans before taking his cock further into her mouth, her tongue running around the frenulum, her saliva coating his dick as she took more and more into her mouth. Her eyes began to water as the head nudged against the back of her throat and she had several more inches to take. It had taken her many attempts before she’d learned to fight against her natural gag reflex, to allow her throat to open, to accept him slipping inside.

  “You remember. Every inch, Elena.”

  His eyes never wavered from hers though he appeared a bit blurry as hers were tearing up, but she didn’t want to disappoint him… not again. Gagging a bit, she forced herself lower, reminding herself to breathe through her nose and knowing that he would not make this easy for her but he’d never harm her either. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t quiet, it wasn’t neat as she struggled, gagged, slurped, and strings of saliva dripped from her chin, but she performed her penance.

  When his hand tightened in her curls, she knew he was close. She reached forward and cupped his balls gently and it wasn’t but a moment before she felt them tighten. Moving the final inch, his pubic hair tickled her nose and then he groaned and erupted, shooting thick ropes of sperm into her throat, filling her so quickly she struggled to swallow, to keep her mouth in position, her lips tight around his jerking cock. By the time he pulled her back, she was a little lightheaded.

  “Release,” he said and when she opened her mouth, he pulled his cock free, allowing her to draw in deeper breaths.

  He reached out and stroked her cheek, her chin, feeding her a drop of sperm she’d not managed to capture. Sucking it from his finger, she calmed, breathing deeper until her heart was no longer pounding. He pulled his finger free.

  “Thank you, sir. Thank you for punishing me and thank you for allowing me to make my penance.”

  “You’re welcome. You did a good job, Elena. Both in accepting all your punishment today and in giving a proper penance.”

  “It-it wasn’t perfect,” she said.

  “No, but did you perform it with sincere contrition and with love?”

  “Oh, yes, sir.”

  “Then it was perfect enough.” He lifted her from her knees and drew her into a hug before kissing her, not pulling away even though she knew he could taste himself on her lips, on her tongue. Her pussy pulsed with the kiss, but she knew that it wasn’t her place to soothe it, to touch it. Her pussy, her mouth, and… and her bottom belonged to one person—her daddy.

  * * *

  After leading her into the bathr
oom, he washed her face but did not allow her to brush her teeth, not bothering to explain why as she already knew she wouldn’t be allowed to do anything to remove the taste of him until he was ready for her to do so. She found the drop seat was convenient as he instructed her to go potty. They returned to her room where he dressed her in a pair of fleece-lined purple leggings and a thick sweater spotted with a variety of different color polka dots. After making the bed, he sat her down on it, ignoring her squirm as he pulled a pair of thick socks over her feet before slipping them into a new pair of boots. He brushed her hair and pulled it up into two pigtails, tying one end with a red ribbon, the other with a yellow one. She smiled as she caught her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She looked years younger than her chronological age.

  Lunch consisted of thick grilled cheese sandwiches and bowls of his homemade tomato soup. It was hot and filling, and though he’d tucked a napkin in the neck of her sweater to serve as a bib and cautioned her to blow on each spoonful of soup, she didn’t feel ridiculous, she felt cherished. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if he’d allowed her to place one of the fat pillows she’d snagged from the couch on her stool. But when she set it down on the wooden seat, he quirked his eyebrow.

  “I… I guess not?”

  “You guess correctly. Little ones who earn themselves two spankings and a paddling before lunch do not get to ease their discomfort with pillows.”

  After lunch, he sent her to get her coat. “I don’t know where you put it, Daddy. The last time I saw it was in the bathroom.”

  “No, honey. Not your windbreaker, I meant your new coat. It’s hanging in your closet. Oh, and your mittens are in the top drawer of your dresser.”

  It took her longer than really needed as she stood in her closet, gawking at all the clothes hanging from the rods. Dresses, blouses, skirts, and sweaters filled the space. He’d not only shopped, he must have bought out the store. Clothes weren’t the only items. Shoes were on racks; sneakers, rain boots, slippers, saddle shoes, and Mary Janes were lined up, waiting to be worn. There was also more than one coat. A pale pink coat with a fur collar and an actual fur muff draped around the hanger beckoned, but seeing a navy blue one next to it, and knowing he had suggested a walk, she stroked the fur for a moment before pulling the blue one from the hanger. She grabbed a red pair of mittens from the drawer and ran downstairs.