Reckoning

by Fields, Sara

  I could do nothing but whimper in response.

  His palm cracked firmly against my backside.

  “It makes Daddy’s cock very hard to see this bare little bottom bright red, but it makes him even harder to see that it makes you so incredibly wet even when you’ve got so much more coming, little girl,” he continued.

  I had no words, but it turned out that I didn’t need to say anything at all.

  It was then that the real spanking truly began. What I thought had been hard had just been a gentle introduction to the terrible punishment to come.

  His palm turned harsher still. More punishing until I couldn’t speak or think. The only thing that mattered was that cruel hand smacking my bottom and thighs so firmly that I could only cry out with how much they hurt.

  Daddy wanted to punish me. He’d called me a bad little girl. I deserved this.

  Oh, please. Let this end soon.

  I’m sorry.

  I didn’t mean it.

  I only did it because I had to.

  His palm was ruthless. I couldn’t get away and it wouldn’t stop. Before long, I was blubbering and begging for him to stop. My cries increased in desperation. I wanted nothing more than my spanking to stop.

  “It hurts,” I wailed.

  “I know it does. It’s supposed to, little girl,” he scolded.

  I felt nothing more like a naughty little girl in that moment. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point, the pet name turned to something that felt endearing, like something to hold onto, something special between us that tied us together even as he was spanking me harder than I could have ever been prepared for.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want for you to refer to me properly, little girl. Say the words Daddy wants to hear,” he pressed.

  He wanted me to call him Daddy.

  I…

  I couldn’t.

  I wasn’t ready.

  “No,” I spat, baring my teeth against the sheets.

  He punished my thighs then exclusively and the screams and wails escaping my lips turned pitiful. I sniffed, trying to hold back the inevitable flow of emotion. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears that wanted to fall as far back as I could.

  It would soon prove useless.

  “Do you remember what Daddy said would happen if you didn’t refer to him properly while you’re being punished, little girl?”

  I could do nothing but wail with fear and reluctant arousal coursing through my veins.

  I did remember.

  I didn’t want to say it.

  That would make it real.

  This is just a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any second and Daddy is going to disappear. You’re going to be safe in your bed.

  “What’s going to happen, little girl?”

  I swallowed, trying to get past the ball in the back of my throat. It didn’t work. If anything, it only felt even bigger than before.

  I turned my head. I refused to answer.

  The mortifying sound of him pulling his belt from his jeans was so incredibly loud. I whimpered before I could stop myself. I couldn’t see him, but that didn’t matter because he decided to lean over the bed and hold the thick black leather belt right in front of my face.

  “I’m going to whip this disobedient little bottom with my belt until you tell Daddy what he wants to hear. You should know that Daddy’s belt is so much worse than Daddy’s hand, little girl,” he said firmly.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

  The leather was thick and worn in, like he’d been wearing it and breaking it in for a very long time. I squirmed, sliding my thighs back and forth as I imagined what it would feel like. I was afraid, but at the same time, there was a tiny piece of me that was curious what it would be like.

  My clit throbbed hard for the first time.

  I shuddered hard. I wanted to come.

  Worst of all, I wanted him to do it.

  I wanted Daddy to make me come.

  Something was so very wrong with me. Maybe I was broken.

  A strangled cry fell off my lips as he pushed himself off the bed next to me and dragged the belt out of my sight. Time seemed to stop as he stood up beside me and laid that wretched leather across my backside.

  “Are you angry with me?” I blurted out. I didn’t know where that had come from. I just said it.

  “No, little girl,” he answered.

  “Is this some sort of revenge?”

  “No. It isn’t,” he replied softly.

  “Then what is this?” I pressed.

  “This is Daddy taking control and giving you exactly what you need, little girl.”

  Yes, Daddy.

  I froze, horrified that those words had been on the tip of my tongue just as the belt thrashed my naked cheeks for the first time. At first, it simply felt slightly more painful than his hand, but then it began to build.

  And build.

  And fucking build some more.

  The simmering burn turned into a scalding hot line of fire and it caught me so off guard that I wailed. A second followed. Then a third.

  He was right. The belt was so much worse than his hand and the fact that I couldn’t make it stop made it that much more so. The wicked leather whipped me over and over again, from the top of my bottom all the way down to the fullest part of my backside and then it descended even further than that.

  He didn’t stop at the tops of my thighs.

  He went even lower.

  He thoroughly punished the entirety of my bare bottom, making sure that even my thighs were welted from the terrible implement. He even laid a single stripe across the fullest part of my calves. That one made me scream.

  Oh, God. Please let this end soon.

  It didn’t. It felt like it was going on forever and ever and soon my desperate pants became pitiful cries and then my breath hitched in the back of my throat.

  He was going to make me cry.

  I wasn’t going to be able to stop it from happening. I squeezed my eyes so tightly that it was painful, but I could still feel the tears brewing. They were going to fall. It was simply a matter of time now.

  I whimpered. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

  “Dean, please,” I begged.

  “Refer to me properly, little girl,” he demanded.

  Would it be so bad to say it? Would it do anything but wound my pride to utter the words he wanted to hear so badly?

  “Please,” I pleaded.

  The first tear rolled down my cheek unbidden. Then a storm of tears followed. One fell after the next until I was sobbing, my scalded bottom and wet little pussy on complete display. My shoulders shook and my once quiet cries escalated into weeping wails and it hardly even registered in my head that the belt had stopped.

  “Please, Daddy,” I wailed. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  My voice was thick with emotion, but it no longer mattered.

  I’d called him Daddy.

  The cuffs holding my ankles captive released and I cringed nervously. Was my punishment over?

  Please, Daddy. I’m so sorry. Please believe me.

  Almost tenderly, he placed the folded belt next to my face and sat down beside me.

  “There now, that’s a good girl,” he said softly, and the words fell down around me like a warm embrace. I swallowed, trying to grapple with that unexpected feeling as his fingers softly massaged my shoulders and then continued down the length of my spine. His tenderness was so unexpected that it caught me off guard even as my tears continued to fall, rolling down my cheeks unbidden.

  I cried because I had missed him. I cried because I was lonely, and I cried because he’d finally found me.

  “Good girl. Daddy is going to take care of you now,” he murmured.

  Daddy’s going to take care of me.

  His touch was gentle in its descent. His caress was so very kind as he glided across the scalded flesh of my bare bottom and the backs of my thighs and I found myself lift
ing to meet his touch.

  Those same expert fingers that had brought me to climax many times before dipped in between my thighs, only this time it was different than all the others.

  He was no longer the man I’d married so long ago. Now he was a perfect stranger. This time, those fingers belonged to someone else.

  This time, those fingers belonged to Daddy.

  I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt like I was falling into the blissful freedom of oblivion. No longer did it matter that I worked for dangerous people, that my job could get me killed or that after this was all over, that I’d probably be dead anyway for getting found out. He took that all away.

  First with his hand. Then with his belt and now with his fingertips across my flesh.

  Those fingertips glided along the outer folds of my pussy, just brushing against my skin to tease me even closer to the promisingly captive void of pleasure. My hips arched up slowly as I tried to give him even greater access to my body. He didn’t need that though. He had all the access he’d ever need.

  First one finger slipped between my folds, just glancing across my clit and making me shudder with need so absolute that I knew my inevitable orgasm would be the hardest one I’d ever had in my life. Just the beginnings of it were enough to make me quiver with fear, but at the same time I wanted it.

  “You’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you, little girl?”

  Oh, God. Those words were making my insides quiver with need even though I didn’t want them to.

  “Answer me, little girl,” he warned. The sound of his voice reverberated deep in my core.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I pleaded, only just noticing that I was beginning to grind my pelvis against his fingers in a sordid display that made me flush with shame.

  Good girls didn’t do this.

  Dirty little girls called their man Daddy and even dirtier ones rode his fingers until they came.

  Did I want that? Did I want to come on Daddy’s fingers?

  He pressed a little harder, teased me a little more firmly, and I realized that I did.

  I wanted that orgasm.

  Badly.

  Those expert fingers worked my little clit, taunting me with pleasure and pulling away just when I thought I was going to come. He did that, edging me over and over again until I thought I was going to climb the walls, I needed to come so badly.

  He took my clit between two fingers and dragged them back and forth, working me into a frenzy, only to leave me on the precipice of orgasm once more before taking them away.

  “Oh. Please,” I whimpered.

  “Do you want to come for me, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please!”

  “Then you’re going to beg Daddy for it,” he demanded, and I cried out in shame and arousal and terrible consuming need.

  I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I could think of nothing to say. I didn’t know what else he would want to hear.

  He teased my clit again, pressing harder and harder until I was gasping for air as he pulled away. The bite of denial was even crueler, and it cut deep into my core with a resounding jolt that left me reeling. My hips started moving of their own accord, seeking out his touch and when I couldn’t find it, I cried out in despair.

  “Please.”

  “You’re going to have to try harder than that, little girl. Convince Daddy that you really want to come for him,” he said.

  Why did his words make me feel like he was turning me inside out? Had he known I’d react like this all along?

  Why hadn’t I?

  His fingers returned.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  Teasing me. Taunting me and driving me absolutely insane with the need to let go.

  “Please let me come, Daddy,” I started.

  He said nothing.

  “Please. I’m sorry for being a bad girl. Let me make it up to you,” I continued.

  He tortured me with those sure fingers, and I wailed. I wanted to come so badly that my tears fell anew, and I couldn’t stop the way my body was shaking with it.

  “Please, Daddy. Please let me come. I’ll do anything,” I pleaded.

  “Anything, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” I sobbed.

  “Good girl.”

  There were those two words again. That same warm feeling I’d felt before returned with even more intensity. I didn’t understand it, but it made me happy to please him and it made me want to do it again just to hear him call me that again.

  “Please, Daddy,” I begged.

  “Come hard for Daddy. I want to hear you scream for me,” he said firmly.

  He didn’t need to tell me a second time. When his fingers returned to my clit, I was more than ready. He pinched them together lightly at first, but then he cupped my pussy roughly and pressed the flats of his fingers on top of it in a way that made me gasp with pleasure.

  Right now, I liked him this way. I liked when Daddy was rough with me.

  “Oh,” I cried, but it morphed into something more like a moan than anything else.

  His fingers grew rougher, steady and sure and so fucking incredible. I lost control so utterly and completely that I absently wondered if I ever had it in the first place.

  My orgasm was so explosive that I would have fallen if I wasn’t lying down. A wail escaped my throat and a savage keening sound followed in its wake. My eyes squeezed shut and when I tried to open them again, all that I saw was a brilliantly white cloud of blinding ecstasy that took hold of me and refused to let go.

  Fuck. This was almost transcendent.

  I didn’t know up from down. All I knew was the wild desire careening through my veins. My clit throbbed so hard beneath his touch that I was afraid of what would come next. My inner walls clutched greedily at empty air, wondering what it would feel like to take Daddy’s cock deep inside me because this wasn’t Dean anymore.

  This was Daddy.

  I screamed and my hips ground up and down. His fingers never let up and I could feel another orgasm building before the first even faded away.

  That had never happened before.

  Sure, I’d had multiple orgasms, but never so close together. Never like this.

  This was so different.

  “Daddy!” I wailed.

  “That’s it, little girl. Come again for me,” he commanded. “Daddy wants to hear your screams.”

  My world shattered as I came for him a second time, every nerve in my body firing with electrifying bliss that held me prisoner and refused to let go. That initial feeling of complete liberation exploded into something much bigger. I felt like I was freefalling, and the ground was nowhere in sight, but I didn’t care because the volatile pleasure I was feeling was worth every fucking second of it.

  Now that my ankles were free, I could open my legs just a little bit, but my jeans were down around my feet. I could only spread them so far so that made this feel even raunchier and dirtier than it already was.

  My muscles tensed, preparing for a third orgasm that was going to come whether I liked it or not. His merciless fingers continued to work my clit incessantly, coercing more pleasure than I ever thought possible forward. I whimpered and pleaded, but he never stopped.

  That terrifying precipice surged forward once more.

  I dove off of that ledge, not knowing and not caring where the ground would be. I threw my head back, arching my back and giving him as much access to my body as I could.

  Then he slipped a single finger inside me and my world imploded.

  I came a third time. I came so hard it rattled me senseless.

  Still, he didn’t stop.

  He added a second finger while using several others to work my clit at the same time.

  Four orgasms.

  Five.

  Then six.

  I screamed with pleasure and then there was a distinct change in my sounds. My voice grew hoarser,
my moans deeper. I couldn’t have remained quiet even if I tried. I was too far gone, too lost in my desire to do anything but feel.

  And I felt. I felt so much it began to hurt.

  Seven. Eight. Nine times more.

  He was relentless, never ceasing and never tiring of making me scream and quiver with frantic passion.

  “You’re going to come one more time for Daddy, little girl. Long and hard for me,” he coaxed, and my core folded in on itself with insane need more powerful than I’d ever experienced in my life.

  “Oh, please, Daddy,” I pleaded.

  “Come for me, little girl. Don’t make me get the belt again,” he said firmly.

  I could have sworn my heart stopped as a jolt of terrifying electricity burst through me. An almost primal wail of pleasure escaped my throat as my pussy throbbed hard. My inner walls clutched greedily at his thick fingers as they slipped in and out of me. I writhed face down on that bed as I struggled to take every last second of bliss that he’d forced from me. My thighs trembled, shuddering with sensation until at long last the soul-changing ecstasy that coursed through me began to very slowly ebb away.

  “That’s it. Good girl,” he murmured.

  My entire body was quivering, awash in endless tiny aftershocks of passion that refused to stop, racing up and down my limbs. My fingers and toes felt numb as the blood swirled around in my core. My clit wouldn’t stop pulsing.

  The only thing I could do was draw in one breath after the next, again and again until I felt my heart return to some semblance of normal. The blazing heat simmering just beneath my skin refused to quell, but before long I started to shiver, and I wasn’t quite sure why.

  I heard him move beside me and then the unmistakable sound of his fly unzipping rattled me. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to fuck me after all? Did I want him to?

  “Look at Daddy, little girl. Look at how hard punishing you has made Daddy’s cock,” he ordered, and I bit my lip as I hesitantly turned my head. He looked kind of sexy in his black cotton t-shirt and dark blue jeans, but that wasn’t what truly caught my attention. My chest shook and I shuddered hard as I watched him free his cock from the confines of his pants.

  Dean was a big guy. He was all muscle and strength and everything a girl could ever dream of and that didn’t stop at his cock.