Francesca squinted her eyes tightly against the pain, and cursed under her breath as sweat dripped down from her forehead. Her ass was on fire. Literally up in flames. The razor strap was something she never wanted to feel graze her bottom ever again- and the addition of the Icy Hot on top of the spanking was pure unadulterated hell.
Every time she thought that the burn was starting to lessen, a new wave of flames would start up. She wanted to curl up in a ball and lay on the floor until it was over, but Finley had told her that if she continued with the sass and cursing, or moved from her prostrate position bent over the chair before he gave permission, he would give her five more licks, and apply a second layer of Icy Hot. There was no way in hell, she was taking that risk. No way in hell.
He had not however, said she could not whine, cry or plead. “Daddy! Daddy, it huuurtts! Please make it stop!” She was nearly frantic, dancing in place, shaking her head back and forth, and wiggling her bottom every which way in a futile attempt to fan the flames, doing basically everything she could manage to do without getting out of the position Finn had put her in.
Finn was sitting on the couch behind her, staring at the floor, as if he couldn’t bear to see her in that much pain. “It’s supposed to hurt,” he deadpanned, without looking directly at her. “It’s a punishment designed to teach naughty girls a lesson. Are you learning a lesson, Francesca?”
“Yes, yes, Finley, I promise I will never ever even touch my phone while I am driving again. Please make it stop- please!”
“I can’t make it stop, Franny, you have to wait it out. That’s part of the punishment. But, I think I can move onto my final lesson of the night now, and maybe give you something else to focus on.”
Frowning over her shoulder, she eyed him dubiously. That sounded like it had the potential to be even worse than her current predicament, if such a thing was even possible. She opened her mouth to say no, but he had already stood, and was walking towards her.
When he reached her, sans crutches, he placed his hand on her lower back, effectively calming her, and steadying himself all at once.
“I’ve already learned my lessons, Daddy, I promise. I don’t need another one,” she whispered, with a pout.
“Oh, little one. That's up to Daddy to decide, isn’t it? You are not the one in charge here, and it would serve you well to remember that.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered in agreement. The pain in her ass was slowly tapering off, making it easier for her to stay calm.
“Who’s in charge here little one? I want to hear you say it.” She took a deep breath, marveling at how deliciously dommy Finn had become tonight. Not that he hadn’t always been, but this was new, and different, and a little scary but also fucking hot.
“You are in charge, Sir. Not me.”
“That’s right. Do you know why?”
“Um...because I'm a naughty little girl?”
The knots in her stomach eased at the sound of his chuckle. “That too, little Franny, that too. But the reason is, because you belong to me. You are Daddy’s little girl, now, and Daddies take care of their little girls, don’t they?”
She nodded quickly, too turned on to say a word.
“Tell me, Franny, have you ever been touched, here?” Her eyes widened in shock, as his finger came to rest at the entrance of her tight hole.
Shaking her head, she whimpered, as his finger pushed past her tight entrance.
“Daddy is going to touch you there,” he told her in such a way that she knew bore no argument. “Naughty girls get their bottoms punished, inside and out.”
She froze, as his finger pushed past the threshold, entering her most private place. It didn’t hurt as much as she had anticipated and it was certainly very effective in taking her mind off the burning pain in her ass.
“Tonight, you just get to feel Daddy’s finger in your ass, as a reminder that you belong to me, and I am in charge of all of you. But, each time I have to punish your bottom hole, it will be with something bigger, and someday soon, I will fuck this pretty little bottom.”
Her mouth dried up at his words, and she could barely breathe. Anal sex of any sort had never been on her radar in the slightest, but the idea of Finn wanting to claim all parts of her, and share an intimacy with her that was his alone, was exciting.
She tensed around him, as he pushed his finger deeper inside her, and waited for her reaction. It didn’t hurt, just felt foreign, and more than a little taboo, but where the icy hot had turned her into a raving lunatic, hearing Finn say that he intended to claim every part of her, while he had his finger pumping in and out of her ass had the opposite effect. She went from nearly wanting to kill him in his sleep to a submissive pile of mush in seconds.
He stopped pumping and his other hand came to rest across her lower back.
“Tell Daddy what lessons you learned tonight, princess.”
Where it used to seem like an insult, she melted when he called her princess. It made her feel all warm and gooey inside, like she couldn’t wait to please him, and prove that she was worthy of the nickname.
“Ummm,” she purred, “don’t text and drive?”
“That’s right, and why not?”
“Because it’s dangerous behavior, Daddy.”
“And what does dangerous behavior get you?”
Franny sighed. “The strap. Every time.”
“That’s right. And did you also learn that Daddy has many other ways besides a spanking to get his point across?”
She was unable to hold back the scowl at the reminder of the Icy Hot, the effects of which were finally fading. “Yes, Sir,” she grumbled.
Finn chose that moment to start fingering her bottom hole once more, which was probably a smart move on his part. She instantly felt her attitude began to melt away.
“And, what,” he prompted, pumping his finger in and out of her, “is the last lesson you learned tonight?”
Her stomach did flips of happiness. “That I belong to you. Every part of me.”
“That’s right, baby girl,” he purred, withdrawing his finger slowly. “You can stand up now.”
She did so quickly, and scurried into Finn’s waiting arms.
God, he smelled good. Even with her ass stinging, and her back sore from being bent over for so long, and knowing that she probably looked a mess, she just wanted to climb on top of him and jump his bones. She giggled.
“What’s so funny, little one?”
“Daddy, I’m horny.”
Finn’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, yes, I bet you are, but naughty little girls get bedtimes after long hard bare bottom spankings, not orgasms.”
She gaped at him in disbelief. “What...really? That’s not fair. Why?”
Finn leveled her with a look that had her stomach knotting and her butt cheeks clenching. “Because I’m the Daddy and I said so. Besides, Francesca, we’ve been over this already. I don’t want our first time being intimate to be some awkward half assed affair limited by my injuries. That’s not fair to either of us.”
Francesca stuck out her lower lip, and gave him her best puppy dog eyes. “But, surely, there are some things we could do.”
“No, Francesca. Not tonight. And,” he continued, “not another word about it, unless you’re ready for another trip over my knees.”
“Fiiine,” she whined, unable to hold back a pout. “I guess I’ll just go home now, then.” And take care of it for myself, by myself, she thought petulantly.
“Franny, it’s barely seven o’ clock. Besides that, I’d really like you to stay here tonight where I can keep an eye on you, and take care of you.”
Her resolve wavered.
“I had a nice evening planned,” Finn coaxed softly, “and while it didn’t go quite according to schedule, it’s not ruined, although it would be if you left.”
“Well,” she drew the word out, as if she was actually considering leaving still, when the truth was, she had been a goner from the second Finn said he wanted her to stay
. “What did you have planned?”
“This couch right here,” Finley pointed with his crutch, “turns into a hide-a bed for company, so I thought we could camp out in the living room. I found a container of hot chocolate and a single bag of microwave popcorn hidden in the back of the cupboard, so I thought we could fix those for a late night snack, put on a movie and cuddle on the couch. Just like a good-old fashioned sleep-over.”
“I dooo love sleepovers.”
“Please stay, little one. It would make Daddy very happy.”
Those words were a salve to her heart, worth every bit of pain she had suffered tonight. She smiled. “Okay, Daddy, I’ll stay.”
*****
They had made it through two movies, and were a tangled mess of limbs underneath a flannel sheet when Franny finally remembered the events of her day.
“Finley?” she asked, untangling herself and pulling into a sitting position beside him. “How long has Georgia been back in town?”
“Georgia Landry? Oh, I think she got here right around the beginning of summer- so four months, maybe five?”
“What happened to her?”
Finley, looking suddenly much more awake sat up also. “Francesca, daddies don’t gossip. But, it is rather common knowledge, so I guess it’s alright to share this much at least.”
Francesca waited with baited breath, hoping for a story that would tell her why her friend had made such a big life change without telling her. Sure they weren’t as close now as they had been in high school, but they kept in touch regularly over the years, and always shared the big stuff in life, or so she had thought. But, moving back home, and being pregnant with twin girls, were two very big life events, and Georgia hadn’t said a word. Then again, Franny hadn’t bothered to mention her relationship with Finley to the one person who would know how much it meant to her. She frowned. Maybe they weren’t as good of friends as she had thought they were.
“Last May, shortly after Georgia found out she was pregnant with twins, her husband was killed in a car accident. So, she moved back home to be near family.”
“And?” Francesca prodded. There had to be something else- there just had to be- otherwise, why wouldn’t Georgia have told her that she was pregnant or that Marcus had passed away? Had it really been that long since she had heard from her?
“And nothing, Franny. Besides small talk down at the Piggly Wiggly when she’s checking out my groceries, I haven’t talked to her, so anything else I may have heard is just hearsay.”
“But, there is something else?”
“Talk to Georgia, Franny. That’s the only way to get the real true story. You’re her friend, ask her.”
“I thought we were friends,” Francesca huffed under her breath. Now she was starting to wonder if she really had any actual friends. If Georgia was her friend, maybe staying in Masonville wouldn’t be quite so bad. Then again, with the exception of Finn and her folks, she couldn’t think of a single solitary person in Masonville she could actually stand, and what kind of life would she have if she stayed here?
Finley must have sensed the shift in her mood, because he quickly changed the subject, and took control again. “That’s enough, little one. It’s bedtime for little girls. Lay down and roll over onto your belly.”
Francesca was instantly suspicious of giving him any sort of open access to her backside. “Why?” she questioned hesitantly
“I need to check your bottom.”
Subdued by his care for her, she quickly obeyed, shivering when he lifted her oversized shirt to rest on her lower back, and peeled down her panties. She clenched involuntarily when his hands ran over the thin welts left by the cane.
Finn whistled. “Your bottom is pretty tore up, little one. You’re not going to have an easy time sitting for a few days.”
“What else is new?” she grumbled.
“Well, I would say it’s that you now have a Daddy who is devoted to taking good care of his sweet and naughty little girl, even if that includes delivering a long hard, bare bottom strapping when necessary.”
“Oh, yeah, that,” Franny giggled. ‘That is nice. I like that. Except for the spanking part,” she teased, relaxing when Finley laughed with her, and then quickly righted her panties, lowered her shirt and flipped her over, pulling her close to rest in the crook of his arm.
“Good night, little one. Sleep well.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Well, Doc, what’s the verdict?” Finn asked hopefully, sitting in the Doc’s office five weeks later. The holiday season had come and gone rather uneventfully. He had had a nice holiday celebrating with Franny’s family as he usually did, Joe had not had any more serious memory lapses yet, and Franny had managed to stay out of any serious trouble since her first major spanking. He had scheduled his appointment for the first Monday of the new year, hoping that if all was well, he could get his cast removed by Friday. He had big plans for himself and Franny this weekend.
“Miracles all around the board!” Doc Miller boomed happily. “You’re completely healed up! You can get the cast off today!”
“That’s great Doc, but, I’m not sure I would call healing within the expected time frame a miracle.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about the Williams boy!”
Finn hadn’t. After the hospital, he had been so wrapped up with his own stuff and his new relationship, and not wanting to hear about bad news he couldn’t easily fix, that he had been afraid to ask.
“No, can’t say that I have,” he trailed off questioningly.
“Well, you must be living under a rock then- cause it’s all over town. He woke up on Christmas Eve and he could feel his toes. The next day, the feeling had spread up to the middle of his foot, and last I heard it was up to his knees! So far, they haven’t been able to test for a medical explanation, but the point is, he’s going to be okay and he will walk again. It’s going to be a long road ahead, but he’s going to be just fine.”
“Wow.” Finley sat there shell shocked with relief and emotion as the news sank in. “Thank you, Doc,” he choked, “I needed to hear that.”
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s get this cast off, shall we?”
*****
The Ladies Auxiliary had taken it upon themselves to throw a baby shower for Georgia, and had scheduled it, of all times, for a Monday afternoon. So instead of being at the doctors with Finley, like she wanted to be, Franny was headed to the community center to spend the day with the only person in Masonville she could stand, and fifty- some people she basically hated.
“Of course it’s on a Monday,” she muttered to herself, pounding on the steering wheel with her open palm, “cause Mondays are supposed to suck balls.”
Francesca still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that she was staying in Masonville, even though everybody around her seemed to take for granted that she would. She still had done nothing to make it official. Her apartment in Oregon was probably stinking to the high heavens with rotten food in the refrigerator, but she had paid the lease through next month. She had emailed the parents of her music students and let them know she was taking some time to deal with a family emergency, and had her mail forwarded to her parents, but whenever somebody mentioned taking steps to make the move permanent, she panicked. She also panicked when she thought of going back to Oregon and leaving Finley behind. It was a catch 22 of epic proportions.
Her phone beeped, alerting her to a text on the seat beside her and she glared at it. There was no way in hell she was touching it until she was parked. She had learned that lesson the hard way. And a few others, she thought wincing as she shifted in the seat. Somehow, she managed to get in trouble pretty regularly, but nothing as serious as that first big one.
The only good points to staying in Masonville were Finley, her parents, and them only sometimes, and Georgia, who she had finally gotten up the nerve to work things out with. Georgia's husband had died in a car wreck, as Finley had said. What Finley had not said was that he had not b
een alone in the car. There had been a woman with him, a barely legal younger woman, whose ties to him remained unknown.
The speculations that had followed the story had been too much for Georgia to bear, and she had come home to lick her wounds and raise her babies near family. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know what to say,” Georgia had told her when she had finally gotten up the nerve to ask. “One minute I’m convinced of his innocence, and swearing up and down that there is a good explanation and that I will leave no stone unturned in my quest to clear his name. The next minute I’m wishing he were alive in front of me so I could kill him myself, and talking about it makes it worse. I can’t focus on that right now- I have to focus on these girls, and making a life for them.”
It was probably the most unselfish thing Franny had ever heard. Georgia had changed a lot in the past year, and probably fit in better in Masonville than Francesca ever would. But Francesca was still grateful to have Georgia back in her life, making her time here that much less painful. So, she would go to the shower, and join the other ladies in showering her friend and future babies with love, and still somehow manage to avoid actually talking to anyone else as much as possible.
Resolved, she parked the car in front of the community center, and got out, going around to the other side to unload the huge gift she had brought, and dragged it into the community center with her.
Holy shit, Francesca thought looking around the room in dismay. Georgia had a lot of friends. The community center was packed- it seemed as if every woman in town was in attendance- ranging from age three to age ninety.
She found the corner where all the gifts were piled, and dragged hers over. Now what? There were so many people there, she couldn’t even see Georgia anywhere, and she just wanted to hide from everyone else.
Spying an empty chair in a corner that looked somewhat devoid of people, or at least of the ones she most wanted to avoid, she made a beeline- careful not to make eye contact with anyone on her way.
As her ass hit the hard plastic of the chair, it crossed her mind how ridiculous it was to be afraid of talking to a room full of people whom she had known for her whole life, whom had never been mean to her in the least bit. Sure, most of them were gossipy, obnoxious busybodies, but it wasn’t a real reason to avoid them like the plague. If she wanted to be with Finley, if that was the decision she made, she had to learn to get along here. She was dating the mayor, for god’s sake.
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