Her Daddy and Her Master

by Katie Douglas

  “Flin, I think you should start. I’m too angry to go near her right now.”

  Flin nodded and got to his feet, in control of his emotions again already. Laila wished for a kind word or even a look from Basil, but she knew she didn’t deserve it.

  “Follow,” Flin said to her dispassionately. Laila was right behind him as he took her to his cabin. He opened the door and stood aside.

  “Inside.”

  Laila hesitantly went in, wondering what he was going to do, but he simply closed the door behind her and locked it, leaving her alone in his cabin with her thoughts. She wished she had Mr. Unicorn to snuggle, but at least he was safe—he was in Basil’s cabin, along with all her belongings—which was probably amongst the reasons why Flin had taken her to his own cabin, instead. Hopping up onto the bed, she buried her face in a pillow and began to cry. Would either man ever look at her properly again? She wished she could take back everything she had done today and start again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  After several hours, Flin returned to check on Laila. It made sense that she would need the bathroom; humanoids almost always did. He opened the door and found her sitting on his bed, her arms wrapped around a pillow, her chin resting on the top of it. She was staring at the wall.

  “I’m here to take you to the bathroom.”

  She looked up at him, like she was seeing him for the first time in her life, and put the pillow down. As she tried to get to her feet, he firmly put a hand on each of her shoulders and pushed her down until she knelt on the floor.

  “No. You haven’t earned the right to stand,” he said, and from his pocket he took out a clip-together fabric collar and a leash made of silver chain with a leather handle. “You will crawl on all fours, and I am going to attach this collar and leash to you so you don’t get lost on the way to the bathroom.”

  Laila’s eyes widened, which amused Flin, although he didn’t show it. The collar was soft fabric, nothing to show she was owned, since she wasn’t. The point of this exercise was to remind Laila that she was rendered powerless, that she was completely under Flin’s control, for as long as he decided that she needed to be punished.

  He hoped it would make an impression on her without being overly harsh. As she closed her eyes and raised her chin, offering him her neck to collar, he knew he had hit home. He snapped the fastener closed and took the handle of the leash.

  “Go on then, Laila,” he told her. “Crawl to the bathroom.”

  She hesitated for a brief moment, then started moving on all fours. Flin walked behind her, holding her leash.

  Laila sat on the floor in front of the toilet and looked up at Flin.

  “What do you want?” he prompted. After all, he thought to himself, it wasn’t like he’d told her she wasn’t allowed to speak.

  “Uh… I need to go toilet now.”

  “I know.”

  “Well, can you… uh… leave, please?”

  “No.” Flin decided not to elaborate.

  Laila stared at him, and he let her have time to process this, while he waited to see what she would do next.

  “I can’t go while you’re in here,” she said.

  “You’ll do whatever I tell you to. You owe me your life. And mine, since I nearly got killed saving you. And you will call me ‘Master,’ since you’re being punished,” he said levelly. He wanted her to know that he wasn’t angry at her; he was simply stating fact. Flin was a man of action, not rumination, so he rarely got angry about anything for more than an hour or two, although he knew Basil was still furious. Neither man would punish in anger, which was why, despite Basil having more to hold her accountable for, Flin was delivering consequences first.

  “Yes, Master.” Laila sighed like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, but then she sat on the toilet and stared pointedly at the floor.

  Flin looked forward to putting this punishment behind them, which is why he’d been keen to deal with Laila as soon as possible. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take his time over this.

  Once she had washed her hands, Flin led her back out on the leash and returned her to his cabin, where he helped her up onto the bed.

  “Get some sleep,” he said. “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned for you.”

  Laila nodded, and looked like she was about to say something, but she didn’t, so Flin left her again. He was flying the ship for the next eight hours and could monitor Laila’s wellbeing using the camera normally set up for watching unusual cargo (very occasionally, Basil took contracts for relocating materials that were explosive or unstable in other ways, although Flin had noticed they hadn’t carried anything that was highly dangerous since Laila was on board). Not that he’d told her he could keep watch over her; he’d set it up before they had summoned her to the cockpit.

  Flin sat back in his chair as Basil left and stared at the image of the woman lying on his bed. Laila thought she was on her own, but she was going to be very well taken care of, whatever she’d done.

  * * *

  Laila tried to do as Flin had told her, but she just couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, she found herself thinking over and over again about how Flin and Basil had been endangered because she’d left the ship, and about how she’d let them down by breaking her promise. Eventually, however, she managed to drift off and only awoke when she heard Flin opening the door again.

  “Are you ready for the next part of your punishment?” Flin asked. Laila nodded. The waiting was getting at her. He gave her a glass of water and a bowl of indeterminate food to eat. She drank the water quickly and tentatively dipped the tip of the spoon in the food, then licked it. It was some sort of pureed vegetable concoction, so she ate it all then returned the bowl to Flin.

  “Have you had enough to drink?” he checked.

  “Yes, for now, Master. Thank you,” she replied.

  “Then we will begin.” He pressed the lock button on the door and from a drawer, he pulled out a long rectangle made from sort of animal hide. “This is a punishment strap. It’s made out of hardened teppala hide. I thought since you wanted to get closer to teppalas, it would make a fitting punishment tool.”

  Laila eyed the thing with a mixture of surprise and contempt. She didn’t think anything so solid looking had any right to call itself a strap. It looked more like a big, heavy ruler. It was the same one that she’d fled from during her first play session with Flin, she realized with horror. She would have expected something named ‘strap’ to be able to… fasten around something. Like a belt did. It would be hard to bend this monstrosity much at all, by the looks of it.

  “Climb down onto the floor, and kneel over the edge of the bed, please, Laila,” She shook her head and hugged her knees to her chest. There was little she could do to stop him, she knew, but she wished there was some third option, something that didn’t involve getting punished by that terrifying strap or being left on the nearest safe planet.

  “I’m scared.” She could feel her breath catching already, her throat tightening, and she held onto her knees tightly, being sure to firmly sit on her bottom so he couldn’t get to it.

  “I don’t care. This isn’t a game, Laila; this is an ultimatum. Either kneel over the edge of the bed, or tell me that you’re going to throw away everything I thought we had. Everything Basil thought you two had, as well. Because that’s what it comes down to. You trampled on our trust and put all three of us in a very dangerous situation. Now you either need to take the consequences, from both of us, accepting that you have no control whatsoever over this punishment, or call time on your relationship with both of us. That’s the only choice you get.”

  Laila fought down the rising panic, not wanting Flin to see how upset she was. She knew that if he found out she was on the verge of another one of those panic attacks, he would postpone this punishment, and that would make everything worse. It was bad enough that Basil was so mad at her that he wouldn’t even punish her yet. She knew she needed to go through with this, even t
hough she really, really didn’t want to.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Laila gulped and closed her eyes, then got down from the bed. Kneeling in front of it, she bent forwards so her bottom was on display for Flin. Never had she wanted her Mr. Unicorn as much as she did right at this moment.

  “You are going to take fifteen, Laila.” His voice seemed to have softened, and Laila hoped it meant he was going to go easy on her. The first swing proved her wrong as it thundered down on her unprotected bottom. The sound was deafening, and the pain was instant. Laila gritted her teeth, and she knew she couldn’t keep quiet for long. The next one cracked beside the first. It hurt; it really hurt, and Laila curled her fingers and toes and wiggled her bottom to try and get the lingering sting out, but it continued to burn deeply. As he kept strapping her, she began to cry. Regret and sorrow and sadness came pouring out as she cried into the bed, and the cracks of the strap kept landing.

  When Flin stopped, Laila was still crying. She hoped he would reassure her, but instead he said, “Get up and stand in that corner. Try rubbing the sting out of your ass, and I’ll make you sit on your bottom instead.”

  Laila struggled to get her legs to move through the burning pain in her butt cheeks. Slowly, she went in the direction that Flin indicated; it was a part of the cabin with no pictures on the wall, and no furniture. It was just an empty space to await further punishment. Laila felt like she was being sent away when all she wanted was cuddles, reassurance, and forgiveness. But she didn’t feel like she deserved any of that.

  “Hands on your head, don’t move until I say so.”

  She could hear him moving around the cabin while she waited in the corner for what seemed like hours. At first she could only think about the burning feeling still lingering, tingling in her bottom, but it grudgingly faded as time passed. She cried herself out a while ago and was now thinking about what she’d done as she waited.

  * * *

  While she’d been in the corner, Flin had spent about fifteen minutes getting the cabin ready. The bed now had rope attached to the posts on both corners of the footboard. The lighting was low. The quilt was a silver satin color; the fabric had been selected as it felt delicious on the skin. On the quilt, he’d piled up some pillows in the middle.

  “Get up on the bed and kneel over the pillows,” he instructed.

  Laila looked wonderfully submissive as she climbed up, and since she was naked, Flin was treated to a delightful show of her apple-red slit as she moved. He wasted no time in tying her wrists to the bed. He used two pieces of rope, one from the headboard and one from the footboard, for each wrist, so she couldn’t touch herself. That was very important for the next part of his punishment. It was also important that she couldn’t put her hands back to interrupt him spanking her.

  He leaned close to her, smelling the scent of her hair as he murmured in her ear, “Are you ready for your next spanking?”

  The words had the desired effect on Laila, and she nodded, pushing her hips up toward him.

  “Your bottom is going to be very, very red and hot once I’m through,” Flin added.

  Laila responded with a whimper, and Flin brought his hand down on the curve of her recently strapped buttocks. He was rewarded with a little gasp from Laila. When he brought his hand down a second time, however, she seemed to have renewed her resolution to remain silent. Bending toward her ear and whispering, as if it were a conspiratorial secret between only the two of them, like there were any number of observers who might overhear, he told her, “You can try and keep quiet, Laila, but I’m going to make you scream uncontrollably before this punishment is over.”

  She made another whimpering sound as he resumed spanking her briskly, covering her bottom in pink blushes. Without giving her a moment to cool down, he entered her dripping pussy and began to fuck her.

  Laila was tensing up under him, and her pussy was its usual little inferno, trying to tempt Flin to blow his load right then. He decided to show her that, even when he lost control, he wasn’t letting her have it. Without needing to concern himself with her pleasure, he let himself go and allowed himself a tingling orgasm, filling her insides with his liquid, before pulling out of her.

  “Oh, please, Flin!” Laila cried when he pulled out. With one hand, he traced his fingers over her buttocks, infusing her with a little of his energy, then he began spanking her again with his hand.

  Laila’s wrists were ensconced in ropes, her fists were clenched hard, a fine mist of sweat covered her back as she lay there. On the surface, she appeared passive and motionless—those qualities sometimes mistaken as submissiveness—but Flin knew that right about now she was close to boiling point. Coming inside her, filling her with his hot seed, was one of her biggest turn-ons, something he’d observed before during their play.

  He focused on spanking her cheeks. At the top of her legs, they were turning a uniform darker pink shade now, and when his hand caught the join between her thighs and the crest of her buttocks, she writhed deliciously, making him want to fuck her again right then. He kept going for several minutes, to be sure she was well-spanked, watching her skin turn a deep crimson with every loud clap as his hand kept landing on her sit spot; she still hadn’t made a sound during this spanking. She could be so stubborn sometimes. Her slit was leaking fluid now, so he took his cock, which had hardened again, and entered her in a swift motion. Holding her hips, he fucked her harder, faster this time, finding his release more quickly than before, filling her with his seed again, then withdrawing. After spending a quick moment cleaning up the come that was now dripping from her pussy, Flin licked one of Laila’s butt cheeks, then gently bit it, feeling the heat of her skin against his lips.

  “Ohhhhhhhh!” Laila declared, breaking her silence.

  It greatly amused Flin to see her in such a helpless state of need, and made him feel better about the incident on Parathos. They were almost square, he thought, as he swirled his tongue over the piece of flesh he held between his teeth, then released it. It was time for an interlude, so he unfastened her and helped her up.

  “Back in that corner and think about what you did,” he said, and after unfastening the collar from around her neck, he left her facing the corner again, with her bottom on show, in all its pinkness.

  * * *

  The corner was not usually part of Flin’s repertoire, Laila thought as she stood there for the second time today. It was hard to wait patiently when she was this turned on. Her pussy, she decided, was practically buzzing, and her bottom wasn’t doing much better.

  Laila had no idea how much time had passed since she’d been put in the corner, but it seemed like hours. As she stood there, she thought about how unfair it was that Flin could multiple-orgasm. It meant he didn’t have to wait until the end of things to come, he could do it again and again whenever he liked, so she had no clues as to how long he was going to keep doing this.

  “Laila, come and kneel over the pillows again, please, I want to inspect that lovely bottom of yours,” Flin said.

  Laila turned and practically dived over the pillows, not because she was looking forward to getting spanked again (which she suspected was going to happen), but because she deeply craved the feel of his hands on her body. She pushed her bottom up high, so he could see all of her, and she moaned slightly when he touched her bottom lightly with his fingertips. How could his lightest touch elicit such strong feelings of desire within her? Her clit throbbed and she could feel herself opening up, ready to take him.

  “You’re not pink enough,” he declared. “You need more spanking.”

  Laila sighed heavily, wishing Flin would let her come, and fearful that she couldn’t hold out for much longer. He tied her wrists again then resumed spanking her, and at first she could barely feel it, but soon the soreness underneath the surface seemed to be complaining at the renewed onslaught, and Laila was at the point of tears again. It was sore, stinging, and scalding all at once, and she thought she didn’t like it at
all, but her pussy was dripping wet, and not just from his seed.

  Flin stopped, then without warning, he plunged his cock deep inside her. It filled her completely, and pressed against her core. Surely this time he would let her come? Laila pushed back to try and show him that she needed him to fuck her hard, hit the right places, and make her come, before she melted from desire.

  A sharp slap on her burning bottom made her stop.

  “Be still,” Flin said.

  Laila sighed heavily again and resolved to not move. She felt Flin go faster and faster. If only he would let her have more friction, she knew she could come very soon. Contemplating how to reach her engorged clit with one of her bound hands, Laila felt a slight sense of disappointment as he came inside her again. Three orgasms for Flin, and no orgasm for her? When combined with that evil strap, this was the worst punishment she’d ever experienced, but she would take it all over again, right now, if Flin wanted her to.

  He pulled out again and Laila felt the liquid pouring out of her. It always turned her on more when he filled her with his come, something she couldn’t share with Basil, and now Flin had done it three times in one day. She felt like she could probably come in a strong wind.

  “Your bottom’s looking better, but it’s still not red enough. I’m going to spank you again,” Flin informed her.

  Laila said nothing. She had learned over the course of the day that it didn’t matter what she said or did, she was going to get this punishment anyway. Feeling so guilty still, she held her bottom up in readiness, and awaited the first blow. It landed quickly, and soon the flames in her bottom were burning again, as she cried to herself with her face buried in the bedspread. Flin was spanking extra hard this time, and his big hands were landing swats all over her bottom. She hadn’t got any fight left; she just accepted that this was happening, and waited for it to be over.