More Rules For Cheri (New Rules Book 2)

by Markie Morelli

  His hand fell five more times before he spoke again and all while she was screaming, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s better, but much too late to help you now, babygirl. I realize things have been up in the air with the renovations and your job. The lines of authority have been blurred, as I have asked your opinion on certain matters. After all, this will be your room, but that does not mean you will be allowed to challenge me whenever you like, not without consequences.”

  “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry,” she said, working up her most contrite expression and staring at him over her shoulder.

  “I imagine you are and will be sorrier by the time I’m finished,” he said sternly as his hand began to fall again.

  Chéri screamed and tried harder to wiggle away until he slapped the back of each of her tender thighs. Instantly she stopped and slumped over his lap in surrender. The spanking continued for several more minutes that felt like hours. Finally, he placed his hand firmly on her blazing backside, letting her know he was ready, willing and able to continue.

  “Now, as far as tomorrow, I said we have an appointment and we do. I was going to tell you over dinner, but as we both know, patience is not one of your virtues, little girl. As you’ve admitted on more than one occasion and I have been aware of for years, given an inch, you’ll take a mile. That seems to have been the case over the last few weeks and it stops now.

  “We are nearing the time when I will take a firm hold on the reins and you will learn what it means to have a full-time daddy keeping you in line. It’s clearly what we both want and what you agreed to. Don’t make things harder on yourself than they need to be, unless, of course, you prefer it that way, which I’m beginning to suspect.”

  “No, no I don’t prefer that,” she sobbed.

  “That remains to be seen and I am not convinced, but we’ll see.” Pulling her up, he stood her between his legs and smoothed her skirt down. When she would have thrown herself against his chest, he took her shoulders in his hands and held her in front of him, forcing her to look into his eyes.

  “Tomorrow we are going to your first appointment with Dr. Franklin,” he stated, his lips in a firm line.

  “But, Daddy…”

  In a flash she was back over his knees. This time the spanks were hard and spaced farther apart, allowing the searing heat to seep into her flesh. There were ten of them and he did not speak. She was sobbing when he pulled her back up and again held her in front of him.

  “As I was saying, tomorrow is our first appointment with Dr. Franklin. I say ours because I can see I may have more need of his advice than I previously anticipated. Based on your attitude and your lovely little bottom, which is currently blazing, I believe it will still be quite red and sore when we get there. I’m obviously going to have to investigate alternative punishments for use when my babygirl is exceedingly naughty or argumentative. He is the expert and I will not hesitate to consult him. Now, are there any more of my decisions you’d like to question?” he demanded.

  “No, Daddy,” she sobbed, her head down, the tears dripping off her chin.

  He nodded once and then pulled her into his arms, comforting her even as he occasionally patted her ass. Chéri was beside herself and working up to an all-nighter of a pity party, but her daddy seemed to sense the direction of her thoughts and stood.

  “Come on, let’s wash that pretty face and go down to dinner,” he said steering her to the sink.

  He made her blow her nose into a tissue and washed her face. Then he quickly brushed her hair and pulled it into a pony tail. Taking her arm, he led her to toward the door.

  “Can I have my panties?” she asked, sniffling.

  “No, no panties for you tonight,” he said firmly, glancing down at her. “I have a feeling this isn’t over.”

  “Oh, yes it is, Daddy,” she sobbed, hanging onto his arm with both of hers and looking up at him. “I’m going to be so good for the rest of the night you won’t even know it’s me,” she insisted earnestly.

  For the first time, he laughed, his expression softening and melting her heart. Then he bent and kissed her. Maybe it would be a good night after all.

  “Can I have a pillow?” she asked when they got to the kitchen.

  “Nope,” he replied as he plopped her onto her stool and belted her in.

  “Are you going to be mean all night?” she sighed, propping her chin on her hand.

  Michael froze.

  “Are you going to be naughty all night?” he countered as he dished up chicken alfredo and peas.

  “No.”

  “Do you really think I’m mean?” he asked as he fixed his own plate and sat down beside her.

  “Truth?”

  “Yes, of course,” he replied as he cut up her meat.

  “Sometimes,” she replied softly, looking down.

  “In what way? Are you confused about the rules?” Getting up, he poured a glass of white wine for himself and got her a small glass of milk.

  She made a face. He chose to ignore it.

  “You spanked me really, really hard, Daddy,” she pointed out, tipping up her chin. “Did I really deserve that or was it because you enjoyed it?”

  “I thought I asked you upstairs if you had any more questions.”

  “You did, but I didn’t have that question then. I was only trying to stop crying so you wouldn’t get any madder.”

  “I don’t get mad when you cry, Chéri. How can I when I’ve caused your tears?”

  “You seemed angry.”

  “I was angry. For years I tried to avoid arguing with you. Now we’ve found this new dynamic that works very well as a rule. It stops the arguments because there is only one person in charge and that person is me. It’s what works.

  “Did you feel any sign that spanking you so thoroughly excited me in any way?”

  “No,” she admitted.

  “That’s because it didn’t. It may surprise you to know I don’t enjoy hurting you. I adore your submission. I absolutely love spanking your bottom when you’re naughty and making you do as I say, partly because it’s the way I’m wired and partly because I know that, despite your complaints, it excites you as well. It seems the harder I push you, the more you love it, but what just happened upstairs was not any of those things. It was strictly to put you in your place and remind you of the rules. It was to show you I won’t put up with any of your nonsense and we will not argue about my decisions. It was punishment, pure and simple.”

  “I didn’t feel the love in it, Daddy,” she confessed. “Usually I feel the love.”

  “If that’s true, then I’m sorry. I love you more than anything in the world and I would never do anything to make you doubt that. Please know even when I’m punishing you, it’s because I love you and I love the life we’ve found. Anything that puts our happiness at risk will be dealt with, even if that is you, babygirl. I won’t let you sabotage this.

  “Remember when you said you were worried about screwing things up and I promised I wouldn’t allow that to happen?”

  Chéri nodded.

  “This is exactly what I meant by that. No matter how naughty you are, no matter how hard you try to get your way, or how angry I get about it, I won’t let it fall apart. I imagine there will be many more spankings like the one that just took place, and while you might not feel the love, believe me, it’s there. It’s in every single swat because it’s keeping our marriage strong. It’s keeping you soft and tender, loving and compliant, and it’s keeping me motivated and determined. Because whether you know it or not, baby, living with you requires a very strong willed man. Now do you understand?” he asked.

  “A little. I love you, Daddy. I just don’t like those kinds of spankings. Maybe I was just trying to mess with you,” she admitted with a blush, “as in seeing if I could make you feel a little guilty.”

  Michael frowned for a moment and then laughed.

  “Good to know you haven’t lost the urge to manipulate me,” he said grinning. “That info
rmation will come in quite handy at some point.”

  “I didn’t exactly mean that, Daddy,” she said with a hint of panic in her voice as she tried to back-track.

  “Oh no, little girl, I’ve got your number now,” he laughed. “You won’t catch me off-guard so easily again.”

  “But what if I really mean it sometime?”

  “Then you’ll have to be a lot more convincing. Now let’s eat, it’s getting cold.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes,” he said with a sigh as he held the fork near her lips.

  “Is my new highchair nice?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Does it have a padded seat?” she asked, wiggling uncomfortably.

  He laughed at the expression on her face, he couldn’t help it.

  “It does, babygirl, but it’s removable.”

  “Oh,” she said with a pout before opening her mouth.

  Chapter 11

  Doctor Franklin’s office was in the back of his home on a remote country lane. There was no shingle. Chéri looked.

  In front of his garage was a big black Land Rover with tinted windows and she immediately got a bad feeling. He was secretive. If he really was a doctor and believed in what he was doing, why the secrecy? She asked her husband as they pulled into the driveway.

  “Do you think he’s going to advertise?” Michael responded with a laugh as he got out and came around to open her door.

  “I’m scared, Daddy,” she whispered.

  “I won’t leave you alone for a second,” he promised, lifting her from the truck.

  “Promise?”

  “Yes, for heaven’s sake, relax,” he scolded. “The man isn’t an ogre. Susan sees him, Mark trusts him. Don’t fret so, babygirl. Do you think Daddy would let anything happen to you?”

  “No, but…”

  “Hush,” he warned, ringing the bell by the back door.

  Almost immediately it was opened by a tall man, very tall with dark hair and a trimmed dark beard.

  “Michael and Chéri?” he asked before letting them in.

  “Yes,” Michael replied.

  “Come in then,” the man offered, fully opening the door. As soon as they entered he closed and locked it behind them. “I’m Doctor Franklin," he said holding out his hand to Michael.

  He took it and shook it firmly.

  “I’m Michael Rey…”

  “No last names,” Dr. Franklin requested. “Here it’s just Michael and Chéri. We like to keep things as informal and confidential as possible. That’s one of the reasons I don’t advertise and only book through word of mouth. Even then, the only referrals I accept are from patients I know well. You understand?”

  “Of course.”

  “Also, all treatments and consultations are on a cash basis. I don’t accept any form of insurance. The insurance companies would hardly appreciate the dedicated care most daddies request for their littles and some of the procedures would be considered questionable.”

  “I understand, doctor. Mark explained everything pretty well.”

  “Good. Now you must be Chéri,” he said getting down on one knee so they were nearly eye to eye.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He did not reach to shake her hand. Instead, he patted her gently on the head.

  “It’s very nice to meet you, Chéri. I hope you’re going to be a good little girl for your visit,” he said without so much as a smile.

  Chéri nodded and moved closer to her daddy.

  “Very good. Why don’t you both take a seat? Daddy has some papers to fill out for me and then we’ll get started.” Going to a neat desk, he picked up a clipboard and handed it to Michael, who’d already pulled a pen from his pocket.

  “These are just some basic health questions,” he said, indicating the first page. “The rest is more personal as you’ll see. Please be very honest about what you expect from this visit and any future needs you feel you might have. Also, if there is any information or instruction you’re looking for, note that as well.

  “Don’t hurry; this isn’t your typical doctor’s office. I like to take my time, especially on the first visit and there won’t be any interruptions. Chéri is my only patient this afternoon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few more preparations to make. I’ll be back shortly.”

  Chéri sat nervously, picking at the soft leather on the seat of the chair as Michael worked on the forms. Looking around, it occurred to her that nearly everything in the waiting room was oversized. While her husband sat comfortably, his feet on the floor, her legs were swinging.

  The chairs were huge, the desk was huge, even the doctor was huge.

  “Daddy,” she whispered. “Let’s go. Let’s sneak out while he’s gone.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” he replied absently, his pen moving quickly.

  “No, really, I don’t think I like him. Can we go?” she pleaded quietly as she inched toward the edge of the chair.

  “We are not leaving,” he insisted firmly. “I only got this appointment because there was a cancelation. We might have to wait weeks for another one.”

  “That’s okay,” she replied.

  “No, it’s not. Now be still and let me fill these out. I can see they’re important.”

  “But…”

  “Not another word, Chéri,” he snapped, raising his eyes and pinning her with a very stern glare.

  Sighing, she flopped back in the chair. What did she expect after last night? He’d been very grumpy. After dinner, he’d made her watch the stinky old news instead of what she wanted. Then he’d taken her upstairs and pulled down his examination table.

  He didn’t examine her as he usually did on Friday nights. He said she was seeing the doctor the next day anyway. Instead he shaved her, slowly and methodically until every pubic hair was removed.

  Afterward he applied lotion until she was panting with need and so wet the paper was sticking to her sore bottom. Just when she thought he was going to bring her to a glorious orgasm, he pulled her hips to the end of the table and gave her that dreaded command.

  “Open.”

  Shaking, she obeyed and he freed his cock from his pants and worked it into her as slowly as he could. Using both hands, he held her lower lips apart, practically guaranteeing she would get no stimulation there as he fucked her.

  She almost, almost, moved her own hand down to stroke her clit, but at the last moment she remembered what happened the last time she tried to pleasure herself and yanked it back.

  “Smart move, little girl,” he said with a crooked grin.

  “Daddy, please,” she whined.

  “Really? You’re going to complain after outright admitting you were trying to manipulate me? Let this be a lesson to you, babygirl. Two can play that game, although I won’t allow you to get away with it again. I can give you pleasure or withhold it. Tonight it will be the latter. I’ll have mine,” he ground out, “but you won’t. Now tighten up that sweet kitty for Daddy. I want to feel you squeezing my cock for all you’re worth. If you do a good job, maybe I won’t spank you before bed.”

  She’d hurriedly clamped down on him and tried her best to milk every last drop of come from him as he took her with strong, steady strokes. She figured she must have done a fair job, because he did not spank her at bedtime. After her bath, he let her watch TV for a while and then they went to bed.

  Even though he held her in his arms, sleep was a long time coming.

  Now they were here waiting for a strange doctor to do God knew what to her. Crap!

  Chéri began to perspire just thinking about it and wiggled on her seat, cursing those damn ruffled panties Daddy made her wear today. Susan said Chéri had to take the good with the bad, but she was on day two of bad and not having a good time at all. She had an uneasy feeling things would get a lot worse before they got better.

  “All set?” Dr. Franklin asked as he came back into the room.

  “I think so,” Michael replied, handing him the clipboard.<
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  “No worries, you can ask questions as we go along. I understand you have some medical school under your belt.”

  “Yes, but I decided law was a better choice for me. However, I am still very interested in certain procedures and I keep careful track of Chéri’s health. I take her temperature every day.”

  “A good habit to get into,” Dr. Franklin replied, shaking his head approvingly. “Not only does it allow you to know immediately if something is amiss, but it’s a daily reminder you are in charge. That’s incredibly important.

  “Aw, look at your little one blushing. There’s no need, Chéri. Before the day is out you and I are going to know and understand each other quite well. Come along, now,” he said waving her out of the chair. “It’s time to begin.”

  Sliding off the edge of the chair she followed the doctor while Michael brought up the rear blocking her escape. Aw, hell!

  Michael shared Chéri’s slight sense of apprehension. This man was supposed to be a qualified doctor, a specialist in the care of littles, yet he seemed somewhat cold and unconcerned with the patient’s obvious distress. It seemed a strange attitude to have. Michael would have thought a doctor in this field would be reassuring and kind. However, they were here now and he had come highly recommended.

  The examination room was quite large and open. It was also cool, and he noticed Chéri’s shiver.

  “Perhaps you could turn up the heat?” he suggested.

  “Certainly, but it’s hardly necessary. I imagine she will be quite warm before I’ve completed my examination,” he replied absently as he looked over the papers Michael filled out. Taking a seat on a stool he motioned Chéri over to him and took both of her small hands in his. Even sitting he was taller than she.

  “Let me explain a few rules to you,” he began. “First of all, I expect your complete cooperation at all times. This will be a very thorough and long exam, based on what I see on the forms your daddy has filled out. There will be times you will be quite uncomfortable and embarrassed.

  “While I will tolerate a certain amount of fussing and crying, which is only natural and to be expected, I will not put up with active defiance, nor will you physically fight me. As you can see, I am a big man and you are a little girl. I am quite capable of controlling you. Don’t waste your energy when you will need it to get through other things.