His semi-erect cock slipped out of her, igniting another orgasm that rocked her body so hard that she screamed again. He quickly pressed two fingers into her, and that pussy milked and sucked those fingers until she collapsed, totally exhausted. He had to kiss her neck to make sure she was okay.
“I take it you liked your fucking, sweetie?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She didn’t open her eyes or move a muscle. She just lay over those pillows, completely spent.
But she was so tiny and slight in comparison to him. He lifted her up, settling her on his lap, cradling her in his arms, placing kisses on her face and neck until her eyes fluttered open. “I’m glad you liked it, Sunni Day.”
She smiled up at him. “I like that name.”
“Good. It’s yours.”
Chapter 15
Cade had sent Sunni a text. How’s my girl? I want you naked — just you in an apron, cooking dinner. Don’t disappoint me, or you’ll be sorry.
He loved sending texts to her. When he’d walk through the door, he would find her drenched, so aroused that they barely made it through their “funishment” before they would land on the floor, the couch, the kitchen counter or any available space suitable for fucking each other’s brains out.
His cock had stirred to life the minute he hit send. But when the ding sounded on his phone alerting him to an incoming text, his body strummed to life. He had been conditioned — like Pavlov’s dogs — that a text from Sunni meant a sexual response would be occurring.
She had written: I’m naked, as you requested, Grand Poobah. What would the Grand Master like for dinner? Would a hot dog suffice? Or maybe a side of beef?
He laughed out loud. Damn this woman. She tickled him and she knew that he’d be paddling her ass for these comments, but she never failed to push him — just to have him laugh. He couldn’t resist the adorableness of her sassy little attitude. It was in good fun and she knew when he expected total respect and when joking was unacceptable. And he loved that she knew the difference — most days.
Still laughing to himself, he texted her back: Bad Girl! You’ll be spanked for that sassy tongue of yours. Your Daddy and Sir would like you to make a healthy dinner. If that means a hot dog, salad, and vegetable — fine. And we don’t have a side of beef, mouthy. But a hamburger, pasta, and vegetable would be acceptable. Of course, plans will be adjusted to accommodate a spanking for you before dinner. See you soon. Behave!
He clicked send, his dick lengthening behind the zipper of his work pants. Thank goodness most of the staff had left for the day. He wouldn’t have to walk out with his jacket cloaking his erection. Cade drove his cruiser home, feeling the same excitement he’d felt every day for weeks on end. Sunni had added an element of joy to his life that had been missing for years. He couldn’t wait to see her face, play with her, spank her, and fuck her senseless. It was how most nights ended now, with him deep inside her. He pulled into his driveway, clambering out of his cruiser. He had a little pop in his step, anxious to find his babygirl’s naked ass peeking back at him as she cooked a pathetic hot dog for dinner. He’d eaten too many unhealthy meals since he’d found her. He needed to teach her how to cook some healthy meals before he found himself on medication for high cholesterol.
He opened the door and stepped into his entryway, only to see a shoe hurtling toward him at high velocity. Fortunately, his quick reflexes saved him, his heavy sneaker bouncing off his raised forearm. “Shit, woman, what the fuck are you doing?”
“It’s huge, Daddy. You have to kill it. Kill it now!” She rushed at him throwing her arms around his waist.
Cade’s eyes darted around the room.
Was there an intruder? Did someone break in? Was it one of the rape gangs? Did he make his girl stand naked and the enemy was in their midst?
Cade whispered, “Where are they baby? Tell Daddy.”
She pulled away, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “They who?”
Now they were both confused. “What are you talking about, Sunni? You said it was huge and you’re throwing things. Obviously there must be an intruder.” Cade pushed Sunni behind him, carefully and quietly walked to the hallway, pulling his gun out of his gun belt.
“Daddy. No! It’s a spider.” Madison pointed at a huge black, furry spider climbing up the wall by the front door. “Oh Jesus! You have to kill him. Hurry! Before he runs away. If he runs away, we’ll have to sleep in the truck.” She was dancing on her tiptoes, beside herself watching the spider inch his way up the yellow wall.
“You almost clocked me in the head with my own shoe and scared ten years off my life for a fucking spider? Madison Anne, we will work on this fear. This is just silly. It’s a spider, not an intruder. You scared me to death.” He grabbed a piece of paper off the coffee table, walking up the furry insect, who he had no doubt was more afraid than the two of them put together, sliding his furry body onto the paper and tossing it out the front door.
“Oh my God! Please don’t tell me you just threw him out the door so he can torture us in our sleep. Spiders crawl up your body, you know! They have done studies that show they climb into your mouth while you’re sleeping, or bite you, resulting in sepsis. Do you know that you put us all at risk? Did you even think about the danger you’ve put us in when we’re sleeping and unaware?” Her voice was shrieking and not in disrespect, but in absolute and total fear.
“Madison Anne. This is ridiculous. I know you’re afraid, but spiders don’t spend their day trying to figure out how to torture human beings. Trust me on this. That little guy was petrified and very happy to be in the rosebushes again.” He walked up to her, stroking her back lightly.
She shrugged him off. “How would you know? How do you know what a spider thinks or doesn’t think? Have you ever killed a spider on your chest in your sleep, felt his little legs sliding and breaking free of the body, leaving remnants across your chest? Have you?”
The girl looked to be on the verge of hysteria. He tilted her chin up, kissing her mouth gently. “Madison, this is enough. The spider is gone. We won’t be discussing this anymore until you are calm. Maybe you need to type a paper on the benefits of spiders for me tomorrow. I think you’d learn a lot from an assignment like that.”
“I’d like to see you try to make me do that.” She swallowed loudly when he raised his eyebrows at her impertinence.
“Unless you want two spankings tonight, I suggest you rephrase that statement.”
Her lips were pursed and she grit her teeth, glaring at him. “I’m not doing it. I don’t like spiders and I refuse.” She crossed her arms over her chest, the nonverbal communication that she was closing herself off, keeping him away.
Like he’d ever allow that. “Wrong answer!” Thankfully, he had required that she be naked except for the ruffled white apron. The top of the apron only covered the center of her breast, the nipples bracing the edges of the yoke like they were push pins. He couldn’t focus on that now. He bent her over, tucking her to his hips while she screeched, stamping her feet on the floor.
“You aren’t allowed to stomp your feet like a two year old.” He smacked the back of her thighs — hard, the tender white skin turning a bright pink in short order. He continued to slap the area, not leaving any spaces untouched.
He didn’t stand her quite upright, instead, holding her tightly. “Are you done with your little fit?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“All right, now let’s deal with your defiance and disrespect.” Cade realized that he was near the phone stand. Opening the top drawer, he pulled out a sturdy old-fashioned ruler. He tapped the wood against her milky globes.
Sunni whined loudly, her anger and attitude evident in the way each whine lilted at the end – again sounding like a small child in time out.
He wasted no time cracking the ruler in a blur onto her bottom. “When Daddy says he’s giving you an assignment, you don’t tell him that he can’t make you. Trust me when I tell you, I have my ways, little girl. I’ll always conv
ince you that Daddy knows best. Always.” Cade tilted her hips upward, giving him perfect aim at her sit spots and her exposed pretty little pussy. He angled the ruler to strike only the underside of her cheeks, going much lighter on her pussy, but focusing some of the swats in that area to reinforce his lesson.
“You never, ever tell Daddy that you ‘refuse’ to do something.” He battered her backside with that piece of wood, watching purple welts and wide stripes paint her already deep red bottom. When she bawled loudly and forlornly, he knew that he’d gotten his point across.
“Go stand in the corner and then we’ll talk.”
Cade went to the kitchen to check on the status of his dinner. Frozen hot dogs were sitting on the counter, lettuce cut into chunks the size of an apple in a bowl, no tomatoes, cucumbers or any other salad toppings and no rice, pasta, or potatoes.
God, at this rate, you’ll lose weight for sure.
He went back to the living room to check on Sunni, sitting on the couch facing her. She stood quietly in the corner, her red bottom looking particularly nice with the white ruffled bow framing her along with the tail of the bow covering the crevice between each buttocks. She only had the occasional sniffle, having calmed down nicely.
“Madison Anne, come here, please.” She pivoted, walking up to him.
He clasped his hands between his knees. “Tell Daddy what happened to your little ass today.”
“I got a spanking, Daddy.”
“You did.” Cade nodded at her. “Why did you get a spanking, young lady?”
“Because I refused to write a paper on spiders and then I stomped my feet.” Her hands cupped her bottom, playing with the strands of the bow.
“Are you allowed to rub your spanked backside?”
“No, Daddy.” She shook her head, clasping her hands in front of her.
Cade cleared his throat. “Tomorrow, you’re going to write a paper on spiders — the benefits and positive things that spiders contribute to our earth. I know people are afraid of spiders, but I’ve never seen it taken to this level. You need to look at some pictures, videos, and articles. I’m going to help you to overcome some of this, baby girl. Agreed?”
“Y-yes, I’ll try. But I really, really hate them, Daddy.”
“I saw that, sweetie. It’ll get better. I promise.” Cade pulled her into his lap, stroking her hair and back. “I love you, baby. I hate that Daddy had to spank you tonight. We were going to have some fun, and now you’re so sore we’ll have to wait until later. Did you take a nap today, baby girl?”
She bit her lip, which was his answer. “N-no. I was busy playing games on my phone and I forgot.”
“You know this happens when you don’t have a nap. We stay up late most evenings, and Daddy has you… busy in the night. You need to have a nap every day, sweet pea.
He scooped her up, walking her down the hall to the bedroom. “You’ll feel better with even an hour. Daddy will cook dinner while you sleep.” He placed her in their bed, untying the apron, whisking it over her head. Before covering her with the blankets, he leaned forward, pulling a soft nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it until the stiff peak teased the roof of his mouth. “Later, baby. We’ll play after dinner.”
He tucked her in, making his way back to the kitchen, putting the hot dogs back into the refrigerator. He’d make some goulash and a salad with a few pecans and cranberries and homemade dressing. It looked like he’d be having some cooking classes with her on the weekends and evening.
It would be worth it.
His girl.
He’d do just about anything to keep her happy — and keep her his.
* * *
Life had become easier since the night of the arrest. Cade and Sunni had gone to the station the next day so that she could identify the men behind the one-way glass. She’d visibly relaxed once she knew they were in jail. However, Cade had to keep reminding her that their friends were still on the street and could possibly be looking for her. It was a delicate balance. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he wanted her to be cautious enough that she would take preventative measures to ensure her own safety.
Their relationship had moved into more positive territory, of late. She’d flourished under his tutelage, and with positive reinforcement and encouragement, her confidence had already increased. She’d grown by leaps and bounds. She’d always been a good girl, which is why he had supported her being friends with Brittney. He adored his daughter, but she tended to be a trouble maker. Brittney wasn’t content with sitting on the sidelines watching, she had to be part of anything going on — even if it was trouble. And if there wasn’t enough activity going on, Brittney would make her own. She loved the thrill, always looking for the adrenalin rush. He supposed she took after him. Those same traits the same ones that made a good cop — and he definitely hadn’t risen to the ranks of Captain without several hundred adrenalin-pumping situations. It had taken a lot of consistency and rules to keep Brittney in line though. And he had to admit, she had become a hard-working citizen and enjoyed her career as an EMT and part-time firefighter.
But his grown-up girl? She was obedient, and wanted to please him. Nothing upset her more than finding out that she’d disappointed him. The look of disapproval would bring tears to her eyes instantly. That’s not to say that she didn’t have her days though.
When Sunni — Madison Anne when she misbehaved — decided that she was going to have a bee in her bonnet for the day, it took stern discipline, and unyielding punishment, to bring her around. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide once she dug her feet in about something. And again, while he’d never tell her so, he enjoyed the hell out of those days. He loved the challenge, watching her finally bend, and submit. He’d wipe the sweat off his brow, collapsing in a chair while her naughty red bottom stood in a corner, finally subdued. Then he’d shake his head and grin, delighting in the fact that she’d never, ever, be boring.
Today, he needed to get Brittney from the airport for a week-long visit. Sunni was determined that she was going to go back to her apartment — they had already discussed it a few times — but as far as he was concerned it was non-negotiable. She would be staying at his house, and both of the girls would get along like old times. If there was any difficulty, he had no doubt it would be from Brittney. He had assured Sunni that Brittney knew the rules and, even at the age of nineteen, she knew that corporal punishment would be applied liberally if she stepped out of line.
“I have to get Brittney at ten-thirty this morning,” he said, while sitting on the edge of the bed, and feeding her pancakes. “Don’t worry about anything while l’m gone. There’s no need to straighten the house or do anything. This is her home.”
She shook her head, refusing another bite. “Daddy, it’ll be nicer for you if I just go home. I can come back for dinner and things, but this would give you two your space.”
Cade sighed, dropping the fork loudly on the plate. “Madison Anne, we’ve discussed this — too many times — and to be perfectly honest, I’m getting bored with it. You will not go home. This is your home. We have a nice thing going here and no one — including my daughter — will treat you poorly or make you feel unwelcome. You and Brittney were friends, for years, and you are both grown women now. I don’t foresee any difficulties — and I don’t want you making up crazy scenarios in your mind either.”
“It’s just—”
“If you say one more word, I swear I’ll flip you over and blister your ass. Am I getting through to you?” He quickly grabbed the bed tray, placing it carefully on the night stand, and reaching into the drawer to remove his round, maple paddle.
Sunni pulled the blankets up to her chin, nodding her head.
Adorable.
“Now, get out of bed, take your shower and get dressed. No arguments.” He held his hand out, amazed once again at how slight her hand felt in his. As she passed by him to the bathroom, he swung his arm out, swatting her bottom, hard. “Let that be a reminder to you. There’
s more where that came from — as you well know.”
She scowled at him, but when he quirked an eyebrow in her direction, she smiled brightly, all traces of a pout disappearing.
Rascal.
* * *
Sunni couldn’t sit still. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so nervous.
How about having to identify Jared and Zack?
Perhaps it wasn’t that bad, but it was close.
What if Brittney didn’t want her seeing her father? Sunni wasn’t sure how she’d be able to cope with losing him. It hadn’t been long, but in the short time they’d been together, she’d come to rely on him for emotional support and didn’t want to think of the upheaval in her life if she had to deal with things on her own again. Would Brittney judge her? Or worse yet, would she judge her father for dating her friend? She didn’t want to come between a father and daughter. Maybe she should be gone when he came back.
Sunni remembered the paddle he’d left on the night stand — and how he’d pointedly refused to put it away before he’d left. “I’m leaving this paddle here as a warning. If you’re gone when I get back, I’m taking this paddle with me in my truck, and when I find you at your apartment, I’m yanking those pants and panties down and paddling your ass until you can’t sit.” He’d waved it in her direction as he’d said it, clunking the heavy wood upon the dresser, then pointing at her. “Heed what I say, girl.”
Looking over at where he’d left it, she decided it’d be best to sit and wait for their return. She picked up the Hollywood gossip magazine to keep her mind occupied.
It didn’t take long before the door flung open, Cade coming through first, loaded down with Brittney’s luggage and bags. “We’re here!” He plunked them all down, then kissed Sunni on the cheek, whispering, “Good girl. You’ll be rewarded later for staying.”
Sunni gave him a weak smile, peeking over his shoulder at his scowling daughter. “Hi, Brittney! It’s been so long, how are you?” She pulled out of Cade’s embrace, walking up to her, intending to give her a hug. But Brittney’s scowl stopped Sunni in her tracks.
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