by Maren Smith
Molly took a deep breath. She wanted to argue and tell him she would be fine and he didn’t need to burden himself with her care anymore, but that was a lie. Even sitting across from him she was beginning to think about getting high again. Everything that was happening was so overwhelming. It would be so much easier if she could numb it just a little.
“Derek is concerned, and I don’t blame him. We can’t have drugs on the property and clearly you had some hidden. Is there more?” Molly clenched her jaw. She knew she couldn’t lie, but she really didn’t want to give her entire stash away. She needed it.
Grant rested his elbows on the table in front of him and steepled his fingers. “You don’t have to tell me. I can call in a favor and get a drug dog here within the hour. That would draw some attention from the staff and visitors from The Ranch. Then you can take a public punishment so that everyone else could see what the penalty is for not being forthcoming.”
“It’s in my car,” she offered without thinking any further. As scared as she was to not have any left, she really did need to reduce her dependency on the stuff. Some people could function just fine smoking every day but she couldn’t, that was just a fact. And if she was going to finish her law degree, she needed to focus.
“Well that won’t be a problem for us right now. You won’t be anywhere near your car for a little while.”
“I won’t?”
“Nope. You, my dear girl, are grounded.”
“Grounded?” she repeated with more disbelief than indignation.
“Yes, and how that grounding looks will be up to you. You have two choices. You can be confined to your room, with access to your common areas and a thirty-minute walk outside, every day. Or, you can move in with me for a week and we can try some regression therapy to try to break you of some bad habits.”
Room, say room. Room is so much safer, Molly coached herself.
“I’d like to stay with you,” was what came out instead. She was definitely going against her own better judgment. Regression therapy wasn’t anything she’d ever heard of, but being trapped by herself sounded like a nightmare and it wouldn’t be helpful in her quest at moving forward.
He held up his hand halting her eager answer. “There is a third option, I’m obligated to mention.” He took a deep breath and for the first time since Molly had met him, he seemed unsure and a little bit nervous. “If you do not want to accept this punishment, you do have the option of leaving Rawhide University. If you choose to leave, you will not be welcomed back into the program again.”
The last one wasn’t even an option at all. She didn’t even consider it for a second before repeating her choice. “I’d like to stay with you.”
“Do you trust me enough to follow my lead?”
“Not yet, but I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Thank you for being honest. I know your hard limits and I will work hard to earn that trust.” He smiled. “You’re sure this is what you want? You don’t have any questions before we begin?”
“I have a million questions, but the answers won’t change my mind.”
There was a knock on the door and Grant stood to get it. “Well then, little one. Let the adventure begin.” He winked as he went to the door. Molly’s stomach was doing a gymnastics routine inside of her, but there was also a tinge of excitement rolled into those nerves. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
Chapter Six
Molly sat silently as she watched Grant move around in his space. She hadn’t really gotten the opportunity to observe him yet and watching him get breakfast ready, she realized just how magnificent he really was. His dark hair and scruffy beard suited him perfectly and brought out the bright green of his intense eyes. The muscles under his tight shirt shifted and swayed and she wished he would just take it off. She was naked; it really wasn’t fair that he had so many clothes on.
“How come you get to wear clothes?” she asked impulsively.
“I’m not the one who fell asleep outside and then tried to escape my apartment naked and wet from a shower,” he reminded her. “Also,” Grant added with a smile, “because I am in charge and you are not. The sooner you recognize that, the easier things will go for you.”
“That seems unfair.”
“Life is often unfair.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “You sound like my father.”
“I much prefer Daddy.” He winked and her stomach went back to its gymnastics routine. Her cheeks heated as she vaguely remembered calling him Daddy the day before. Squirming in her chair, she realized another part of her anatomy was reacting pretty strongly to everything that had happened and the sheet between her naked lower half and the chair was wet with her excitement. Her nipples poked against the sheet as well and she shuddered.
“Cold?” he asked as he set a plate of food on the table on his side.
Not about to lie to him, she shook her head. He left the room and Molly could hear something rolling on the wooden floor. She turned to see him bringing in a chair. To her horror, it was not just any chair, but an adult sized high chair.
“No fucking way,” she spouted, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.
Grant froze and looked at her in a way that made her want to run.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“Grant, I’m sorry.”
“‘Yes Sir’ and ‘Yes, Daddy’ are the only things you are permitted to say right now,” he growled. “Stand. Up.”
She didn’t know how she was able to force herself to stand, but she did.
“Drop the sheet. You’ve lost your clothing privilege for the next hour.”
“What?”
“How are you allowed to respond?”
Molly’s knees shook beneath her and she thought she might fall. “Yes, D-Sir.” She let go of the sheet and let it puddle on the floor around her feet.
“Turn and put your hands palms down on the table. Push your bottom out and ask me to punish you for your naughty choice of words.”
Molly obeyed and did each thing as he instructed. When he told her she had to ask for her punishment, she dropped her forehead to the table. Realizing the picture she was probably creating for him, she pushed herself up again. “How are you going to punish me?” she asked, knowing the question was ridiculous. He had her naked and bent over a table and he’d already spanked her that morning. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.
Grant’s warm hand caressed her lower back. “How I punish you is up to me and not you, isn’t it, little girl?”
“Yes Sir. I’m just scared.”
“You never need to be afraid of me. I will never harm you. I will answer your question this time because you are new to all of this, but in the future, I will not. Understand?”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her chin wobbling as she fought back anxious tears.
“I’m going to spank you with a wooden spoon, right here.” His fingers trailed against the crease where her bottom met her thighs. “This is your sit spot and when you are nice and red, you will sit in your chair and you will feel exactly why this is my favorite spot to spank a naughty little girl.” Molly’s body vibrated with nerves but she was also horny as hell. Her pussy seemed to contract and weep with each word that Grant spoke. “Next time you use that word, I will wash your mouth out before your spanking. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She liked that he was constantly asking for her understanding, it felt like he was asking her consent without actually asking. She respected him for that. She was new and as hard as he was pushing her, he was gentle and considerate.
Gentle was the wrong word, she thought as the cold wooden spoon cracked against her right sit spot six times in quick succession. His hand on her back reminded her to stay put, but she danced in place and whimpered in protest of the pain. Then he was spanking the other side. Back and forth and back and forth he went, swatting each spot six times before moving on.
“I’m sorr
y!” she screeched. “I won’t cuss anymore. I’ll be good. I trust you, I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad you’re sorry. Hopefully this spanking will help you keep that promise.” He stopped and ran his hand over the abused area. She hissed and pulled away. “No, no, no, little girl, you do not ever pull away from me. Push back where you belong.”
Molly clenched her teeth and obeyed and Grant continued to rub her sore bottom. She held herself still, not wanting to move. If he touched any lower, he would feel her moisture and she would die from embarrassment. He was punishing her. She should not be this turned on.
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that, Molly Green? Your body and mind are at war aren’t they, sweet girl? Your body wants me to do this,” he trailed his fingers down the crack of her ass and directly to her needy pussy. She moaned as he swirled his finger around, gently grazing all of her most tender areas. “But your brain is saying this response isn’t okay, isn’t it?” He slipped one finger inside her, pumping slowly. “Would it help your brain if I told you I was as hard as a rock right now? Would it help you to know that I have never been as hard as I have since the moment I laid eyes on you?” He added another finger and Molly pushed back against him, barely registering what he was saying. “Unfortunately for both of us, little girls who break the rules do not get to have Daddy’s cock in their needy little kitties. They might be forced to take him in their naughty little bottom holes, but you’re not ready for that yet.”
He curled his fingers and Molly went up onto her toes in surprise. Whatever spot he managed to hit, she was about to come. “Please,” she begged, not really understanding if she wanted him to stop or keep going. That was a lie; she definitely wanted to keep going.
“Sorry, little one, no orgasm for you. Time for breakfast.” He smacked her butt and she jumped in surprise. All of her nerves were firing and she was dizzy with lust. “Sit in your chair like a good girl and if you behave for the next few hours, maybe you will get to come before bed.” He led her to the chair and helped her climb into it. She squealed and tried to jump up as soon as her sore ass hit the rough seat.
“What is that?” She tried to get down but Grant forced her back onto the seat, going as far as pushing her shoulders down hard.
“That, my girl, is extra-coarse, macro-grit sandpaper.”
“I don’t like it.” She squirmed a little before realizing that being as still as possible was really a better choice.
“You aren’t supposed to like it. It’s there to remind you to be a good little girl while I feed you.”
“Feed me?” Molly sputtered. “But I can eat all by myself.”
“Not today. Today you are my baby girl and you will be treated as such. You will not be making any decisions and you will not do anything on your own.”
Molly wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, at all.
“I can see the arguments written all over your face, so let me save us both some time. You chose to trust me, did you not?”
The reminder helped, but only moderately. “Shouldn’t I have a safeword?”
“If we do anything that you find completely unbearable, physically or emotionally, you are free to express that to me in a respectful manner, but if you would feel better with a safe word, that’s fine. If you are in too much physical or emotional pain, say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately.”
Molly hugged her arms around herself. She wasn’t sure what to do with all of this and her body was screaming as all her nerves fired at the same time.
“Hands down; you are not allowed to hide from Daddy.” He took her hands and gently laid them on the arms of the chair. Slowly, he buckled her wrists in place. “This will help you be a good girl for me. Are you okay?”
She shook her head, then nodded.
“Words,” he urged.
“I don’t know. It’s too much to process.”
“Are you in excessive physical or emotional pain?”
She wanted to say yes, her bottom hurt and her pussy ached. Her entire body was screaming for him to let her up and finish what he started, but she didn’t think any of that could fall into the categories he provided.
“No.” Grant flicked her hard nipple and she screeched, correcting her mistake. “No, Daddy!”
“Good girl. That’s another perk to keeping your hands out of my way, if you are naughty, I will simply punish these pretty little titties. You might want to keep that in mind.”
Molly whimpered.
“Now, shall we eat?”
“I can’t eat.” She pouted.
“You can and you will. Just to double check, are you allergic to anything I should know about?”
“No.”
Grant reached for her nipple again and she wiggled trying to get away. “No, Sir. No, Sir! I’m sorry.”
He smiled as he took hold and squeezed. “Maybe some clamps on these little titties will help you remember to be respectful?”
“No, Sir, please.” She pushed her feet against the foot rail of her seat trying to get away and tears formed in her eyes.
“Don’t forget again.” He warned, pinching harder for a split second before letting go. A lone tear escaped and tracked down her cheek. Without the use of her hands, she had to use her shoulder to wipe it away. “Don’t cry, buttercup.” He swiped her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the errant tear. “Plenty of time for that later. Here, take a bite.”
He held a piece of watermelon to her lips and she attempted to take the whole thing in her mouth.
He pulled it away. “I said take a bite.”
“But it will make a mess,” she whined.
“Maybe those clamps are a good idea after all.” He began to stand up.
“No, no, no, no. I’ll obey, I promise.”
“One more misstep and you will be punished.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I really do prefer Daddy.” He winked and held the fruit back up.
She took a bite and just as she’d anticipated, juice dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. She looked up at Grant, silently pleading for him to wipe it, but he continued feeding her, piece after piece, intermittently taking some bites of his own. They continued silently through the fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast until the plate was empty.
“Would you like some more?”
“No thank you, I’m full.” And really uncomfortable. She thought to herself as she looked down at the mess of juice and crumbs on her bare skin. Who would have thought being fed was so messy?
“Well then, it's a good time for a cleansing and a nice soak in the tub. How’s that sound?”
The bath sounded amazing, but she knew there had to be more to it. “Do I get to bathe on my own?”
“Of course not, Daddy is taking extra special care of you today.”
Molly sighed. “I thought that might be the case. Do I at least get to have my clothes after?”
“You have a lot of questions, little one. I think you need to stop your brain and allow yourself to be led.”
“But it's scary,” she whined.
“You will survive. Come on. Let’s get you all clean and then you can have a nice long rest. You will have earned it.”
That sounded ominous, but she had bigger fish to fry, like how she was going to get out of the chair without making a mess all over the floor.
Grant solved that for her as he unbuckled her wrists, removed the tray and scooped her into his arms and headed toward the bathroom.
“Up you go, buttercup.”
Molly giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I like that nickname.”
“It fits. Buttercups represent youthfulness, joy, and purity. That’s you in a nutshell.”
Molly scoffed. “If I’m so pure how’d I get myself in so much trouble?”
“Trouble and purity are not mutually exclusive. You have a pure heart.”
“Grant, you’ve known me like five minutes.”
“Daddy,” he corrected.
“Sir,” she sa
ssed.
Grant laughed and set her down on the side of the tub. “Stay put while I get everything ready.”
“What do you have to get ready? I can just take a quick shower and—" She was cut off by a large rubber item being shoved in her mouth. Rearing back, she pulled it out and looked at it. “Is this—?”
“A binky,” he confirmed. “Put it back in your mouth. No more questions.”
“But—”
“Would you like me to use a harness and buckle it in place?”
Molly tentatively placed the oversized pacifier back in her mouth, holding it with her teeth and keeping her lips and tongue as far from it as she could. It felt foreign and uncomfortable and she wanted to spit it out.
“Relax, you might like it.”
“It’s weird.” She tried to speak around the sour rubber, but it sounded more like “It’th eerd.”
“It’s not weird, it’s new. Some Littles find them very soothing. Try it for Daddy.”
Molly scowled. How did he do that? How did he make her want to do things she would never have thought to do in a million years? Why did she want to do anything possible to please him?
Relaxing her mouth, she did as he asked and gave a few cursory sucks before taking it out. “I can’t. I don’t like it.”
Grant stopped what he was doing and turned to face her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leveled her with a stern look that made her bottom cringe.
“I did not ask you what you liked and didn’t like. I told you to do something and you will do it or you will be punished.” He watched her expectantly until she raised the binky up to her lips and back into her mouth.
“Good girl. If you take it out again without permission, I will physically remove your control of the situation and use a harness. I’ve been told they aren’t very comfortable and I do not think you will like it very much.”
Molly shook her head.
“No more warnings.” He turned back to whatever he was doing and before she even registered what was happening, she was absent-mindedly sucking on the binky. She didn’t hate it. She liked it, a lot, and she was embarrassed by that fact.
“Okay, little one. Now comes the hard part. Have you ever been given or given yourself an enema?”