Daddy Bear

by Roberts, Laylah

  “Little girl, time’s up.”

  “Coming.” She walked into the main room of the cabin to find him sitting on the sofa.

  “Come here.” He pointed at the floor between his legs. She walked over and stood between his knees. He cupped her face between his big hands. “Do you know why you’re getting punished?”

  “Because I’ve been a bad, bad girl,” she said with a pout.

  He just shook his head, but she caught a glimpse of a smile. “You’re not a bad girl. But you are my girl. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to look after you.”

  “You do a great job of that already, without the spankings.”

  He shook his head. “No, baby. You can’t talk me out of this. I’m sorry it’s been so long for you to wait to receive your discipline. But after your spanking, everything is wiped clean. Understand?” He patted his lap. “Over you go.”

  She looked down at his lap and then over at the door and then down at his lap again.

  “Think you’d make it far, baby?” he asked, sounding more amused than anything else.

  “I reckon I could make it out the door,” she told him.

  “And I reckon that would mean you’d get a spanking right where I caught you. No matter who was around.”

  She wrinkled her nose. Then with a sigh she climbed over his lap. He was sitting in the middle of the couch. So, her body and legs ended up on either side of his lap, supported by the couch. He pulled down the back flap of her onesie, revealing her bare bottom.

  “No panties, good girl.” He rubbed her bottom. “Going to have to get more of these onesies. This back flap makes it very easy to spank you.”

  She groaned at those words.

  “Comfortable, baby?” he asked.

  She snorted. “Is it really possible for somebody who is about to get a spanking to be comfortable?”

  “You know what I mean,” he said to her. “I want the only discomfort to be in your bottom.”

  “I’m fine, Daddy.” He was as protective as always.

  He started gently, which surprised her. But it wasn’t long until the smacks grew harder, faster. Tears dripped down her face as she sobbed. She kicked her feet, trying to wriggle her way off his lap.

  She reached back, unable to stop herself, needing to do something to protect her poor bottom from more punishment. Already her butt was stinging. Instead of grabbing her hands as she’d expected, he shifted position, moving forward on the sofa. Was he stopping? Was it over? She had to admit that even though the spanking hurt, it wasn’t as bad as she’d been imagining.

  But no, he just half-turned her so she lay more over his left hip, her legs straddling his wide thigh. He secured one of left leg between his, spreading her legs wide.

  Then he tugged the onesie down further and started spanking the tender skin of her thighs. He moved from one thigh to the other. Oh God, that damn well hurt!

  “Please stop!” She couldn’t stop herself from begging him. The pain was immense. He covered her ass with more hard smacks of his palm. Sobs rocked her body, tears dripped down her face.

  “Daddy! Please!” she cried as he laid smack after smack on her throbbing bottom. It felt like it had swollen to twice its size. She wasn’t going to sit for a week after this!

  “Next time you promise to do something, I want you to remember this. What the consequences are for breaking a promise. For disobeying Daddy.” Each word was emphasized with a smack to her ass.

  The spanks stopped. Oh, thank God. Then he leaned over, his chest brushing against her sore bottom.

  What was he doing?

  “Daddy, can I move?”

  He shifted back into the couch, moving her into her previous position over her lap, but this time he had both of her legs secured between his. “No, because I’m not finished yet. I want you to know how serious I am about your health. You promised to go to the doctor. Twice you told me you would go. That means that I’m going to use more than my hand for this spanking, to make you aware of just how serious I am about your health.”

  More than his hand? She turned to look at him, and her breath caught in her chest as she saw he held his belt in his hand. No. No, no, no.

  “No, Daddy!” She tried to fight her way free of his hold, but he held her steady.

  “I’m sorry, baby. But you’re getting a few licks of the belt.”

  She sobbed. “It will hurt too much!”

  “Easy, sweetheart. I’d never give you more than you can take. Since this is your first experience with the belt, I’m going to go very easy on you and just give you five. Give me both of your hands. I don’t want you trying to reach back.”

  “Daddy, please don’t,” she begged.

  “Hands, little girl, or it’s ten with the belt.”

  Oh God. Five already sounded dire enough. She put her hands back and he secured her wrists with one hand, pressing down on her back to hold her still. Then the belt landed. A fiery stripe erupted across her buttocks.

  She howled. She couldn’t help it. Her bottom was already tender. This was too much. She couldn’t take it.

  Another stripe landed. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t even scream this time. Couldn’t cry. It felt like someone had branded her.

  Another one. By the time the fourth landed, her frozen state had disappeared and she screamed. Her sobs rocked her body. The fifth came down and she was lost to the tears. She collapsed on his lap. He turned her gently and picked her up, carrying her to the bed and positioning her on her side. Then he lay next to her, facing her, engulfing her in his arms.

  “Shh, baby. Good girl. My good little girl. Shh, I know it hurts. You’re all right. It’s all over.”

  “I…I’m…sorry…Daddy,” she managed to get out between sobs. It felt like her bottom was on fire.

  “I know, baby. I know. Me too. I don’t enjoy having to cause you such pain, but I want you to know that you are so important to me. You are everything. I can never lose you.” He brushed her hair off her face then leaned in and kissed away her tears.

  “You never will.” She sniffled. “Can I have Jeremiah Bear Junior?”

  He sighed. “I still can’t believe you called him that.”

  “What’s wrong with calling him that?” He’d hated that name from the start.

  He grimaced, but didn’t say anything.

  She stared up at him then it dawned on her. “Wait. I can’t believe I never guessed it. That’s your name, isn’t it?” Sounded kind of silly, but with everything else going on, she’d kind of given up on figuring out his real name.

  He groaned and lay on his back, running his hand over his face.

  “It is. Isn’t it? Your name is Jeremiah. Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

  “Because I hate the name,” he muttered.

  “Wait. You’ve got the same name as my first teddy. My Aunt Rose sent him to look after me. I wonder if she sent you too.”

  He stared up at her as she leaned up on one elbow beside him. “You’re my guardian angel.”

  “I might be your guardian, but I’m certainly no angel.” He reached up and brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “Your Aunt Rose is your guardian angel. I’m the man who loves you, the daddy who adores you, and I’m going to look after you the way she would have wanted me too.”

  She snuggled against him. “I’m not so sure she would approve of the spanking.”

  He grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. I think she’d definitely approve.”

  He ran his hand up and down her back. “I love you, baby girl.”

  “I love you too, Daddy.” She sent a quick thanks up to Aunt Rose for sending Ellie her very own Daddy Bear.

  Thanks for reading Bear and Ellie’s story, I hope you enjoyed it! Clint and Charlie’s story is coming August, 1st in Daddy’s Little Darling.

  Daddy’s Little Darling

  Montana Daddies, book 2

  She was desperate, homeless and alone…

  Charlie was used to fending for herself. She wasn
’t necessarily that good at it, considering she was currently living in her car, but it was the only life she knew. She didn’t have family, or friends and she certainly wasn’t used to anyone caring about what she did.

  Then she takes a temporary job on Salutem Ranch, where the men are all dominant and alpha and the woman are cherished and protected. And suddenly there are rules, and consequences for breaking them, and she isn’t certain how she feels about that. Considering the man acting as her guardian is also her boss, and the sexiest, most dominant man she’s ever met.

  He’s blunt, gruff and used to getting his way…

  Clint likes to be in control. Craves it. What he doesn’t like are surprises. And that’s exactly what she is. A complete and utter shock to the system. She’s in need of a protector, of a Daddy to take care of her.

  But that someone can’t be him.

  Contains one totally Alpha Daddy Dom and a woman who manages to tug at his every protective instinct.