by Maren Smith
Well, he was going to have some fun while disciplining her, but he doubted she’d feel the same way.
As soon as they walked back into the house, Derrick fixed her with a stern look.
“Up to your room, little girl. I expect you to be naked and bent over your bed, ready for your punishment when I get there.”
Little Lizzie’s face went pale then turned bright red and then pale again before she spun around and went flying toward the stairs. He hadn’t missed the wild excitement in her eyes though. The anticipation would be part of her punishment, he decided.
A lot could go through a little girl’s mind while she was naked and vulnerable, bent over and waiting for Daddy’s discipline.
It also gave him a chance to put himself together without her watching. He went to the downstairs bathroom and winced when he saw the bruises around his throat. Ouch.
The minutes he took to tend to his various bruises and battered limbs wouldn’t do her any harm, and it helped him to get his wayward erection under control. As much as one part of his body would like to just jump straight to the pleasurable portion of the evening, that was not how he was going to play things. He had a feeling that Chaotica had had enough of a daddy who was only concerned with his own pleasure.
Derrick wanted to give the man another hit to the jaw for mocking her name. Well, she was going to be his little Lizzie now and Big Daddy was going to be in prison. So, there was some justice in the world.
He needed to show her that she came first with him—her discipline, her pleasure, all of it. After all, he’d enjoy it too, and aching balls wouldn’t harm him in the long run.
About ten minutes after she’d run upstairs, Derrick made his way into the kitchen. It would only take a few more minutes to peel and carve a finger of ginger. He considered it a fitting punishment for hot-writing his neighbor’s car. Picking a nice thick finger, Derrick got to work, his mind already turning over exactly how his little Lizzie’s full punishment was going to go.
Discipline, then food, then bed. In that order.
Chapter 14
Waiting was the worst.
Especially waiting with her butt up in the air, pointed at the door, so that the first thing Daddy would see when he came into the room was her naughty bottom and her creamy pussy waiting for him. Sure, a nice view for him, but a horribly vulnerable one for her. Chaotica—no, she was Lizzie again now and she needed to start thinking of herself that way—Lizzie was a little ball of nerves as the minutes ticked by.
And she was sure full minutes were ticking by. She’d even started counting seconds in her head, so she knew that at least three minutes had passed.
It felt like forever.
Her neck hurt from the number of times she’d lifted her head, craning it over her neck, thinking that she’d heard a noise out in the hallway and that Daddy was coming in. Was he going to make her wait and then never come?
No... she didn’t think he’d do that. She bet he was making her wait on purpose. Building her anticipation. Stirring her anxiety.
Well it was working, darn him.
She’d already experienced one punishment by him. The spanking had hurt while it was happening. A lot. But she couldn’t feel any of the after effects now. Would he be harsher than that?
Probably.
After all, the spanking had been for insulting him. This punishment was going to be for disobeying a direct order, running away, and who knows what else. Lizzie bounced on her toes slightly, just needing some kind of movement to work off a little of her nervous energy. Of course, once she got started, it was hard to stop.
Every time she heard a sound in the hallway, she froze. She couldn’t even imagine how embarrassed she would feel if Daddy came in and saw her butt bouncing up and down. Having it pointed right at him was already embarrassing enough.
What was he doing that was taking so long? Getting some kind of horrible torture implement? Maybe cutting a switch. Her breath caught in her throat. That sounded horrible. And exciting. But mostly horrible. Maybe he was putting together something so terrible she couldn’t even think of it.
Big Daddy had never been creative. Not that she’d gotten in much trouble with him, especially toward the end. He’d been more likely to actually beat her than spank her. Looking back, she could see how much he hadn’t been a real Daddy to her, and she wanted to kick herself for staying with him for so long.
On the other hand, a lack of creativity wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She had a feeling that Daddy Derrick could be extremely creative if he wanted to be, which left her with the devil she didn’t know. Talk about scary.
She was seriously contemplating going out the window again when she finally heard his heavy tread coming up the stairs and down the hall. Immediately, all of her muscles tightened in anticipation, her breath catching and then coming in hard, fast little pants of nervous excitement. She squirmed slightly against the comforter; her nipples felt itchy and she knew they’d turned into two hard little points.
By the time the door opened behind her, she was barely breathing because her lungs were so tight.
“Good girl.” Daddy’s warm tone as he praised her slid through her, relaxing her muscles slightly as she basked in the knowledge that she’d pleased him.
She let out a little whimper as she heard him walk up behind her, and then his big hand rested on her bare bottom, patting slightly. Not enough to hurt, at all, just enough to remind her that she belonged to him now and that he was going to make her hurt soon.
“So, little girl, have you been thinking about all of your misdeeds?”
Lizzie winced. “Um. Yes?”
Daddy’s hand stilled on her bottom. Crap. Wrong answer. Or at least, wrong tone. If she was going to try to lie, she obviously needed to put more effort into it. Daddy Derrick paid a lot closer attention than Big Daddy had.
“Lizzie, are you lying to me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said immediately, hoping for some reprieve for being truthful now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was what I was supposed to be doing and once I did know, I didn’t want to disappoint you.” She was rewarded with a chuckle and she relaxed. Then he bent down and kissed the back of her shoulder and she felt heat run through her from that very spot.
“You’ll only disappoint me by lying,” he told her, and the little pat he gave her bottom was harder than the previous ones. “I’d rather you be truthful.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She peeked over her shoulder at him, but he didn’t meet her gaze. He was too busy looking at her butt and exposed pussy. Lizzie stifled a giggle, but she couldn’t stop herself from giving him a little wiggle. Immediately his eyebrows went up as he lifted his eyes to hers and she whipped her head back around, blushing furiously.
“You were very naughty today, Elizabeth,” he said, and for some reason hearing her full name under such circumstances made her even wetter. It also made her feel like she was in even more trouble than when he’d been calling her ‘Lizzie’ or even ‘little girl.’ Before she could apologize, he was already talking again, and she bit her lip so that she didn’t interrupt him. “You disobeyed Daddy when he told you to stay here in this room, you risked hurting yourself—or even your life—by jumping to the tree, you stole a car, and you were injured because you decided to take on Big Daddy by yourself.”
She wanted to argue, but she was hard pressed to find a way in which he was wrong. Better to beg for mercy, she decided.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Lizzie said, looking over her shoulder at him again, her eyes filled with pleading. If he were a weaker man, he might have caved under that look. It was a good one. “I promise, I didn’t mean to get hurt. And I didn’t know you were my Daddy then, so I didn’t think much about escaping or stealing the car.”
“I know, baby girl,” he said, cupping her pert little bottom. His fingertips came into contact with the wetness that indicated her arousal. It had been impossible to miss how aroused she was when he’d come into the room. Her upturn
ed bottom and swollen pussy had been pointed right at him, the dark pink shell glistening with her cream. If anything, she’d only become more aroused since then. “But I am your Daddy now and we need to address your behavior.”
She quivered and sighed, and Derrick’s cock ached in response.
“Let’s start with the punishment for hotwiring and stealing a car,” he said. The freshly carved ginger was in the hand he hadn’t been fondling her bottom with, and now he pressed the knob against the tiny star of her anus. She gasped and tightened instinctively against it. “Are you a virgin here?”
If she was, he might change tactics. Maybe.
“No,” she said in a small voice. “But... I don’t like it.” There was something in her voice though, a little note that said she was more turned on than resistant.
“That makes it a pretty good punishment then, doesn’t it, baby girl?” He deepened his voice and pressed a little harder. “If there is something that you think you absolutely cannot take, say ‘Chaotica.’ Be warned though, if I have to change up a punishment, I’m going to get very creative.” He paused, waiting for her to say something, but all he heard was the panting of her breath. “Relax, baby, and take your punishment.”
She let out a high whine as he began to push the ginger forward, but she didn’t say her former villain name or even ask him to stop. The ginger finger wasn’t huge, a little under an inch thick at its thickest point, and only about three inches long. It would certainly be enough to make her sit up and pay attention though.
“I just thought you were just going to spank me,” she finally muttered under her breath as he worked the finger back and forth, pushing it a little deeper each time. She wouldn’t be feeling the other effect of the ginger yet, but it was obvious she would already have preferred a more traditional punishment.
“Oh, you’ve definitely earned yourself a spanking too, sweetheart,” he reassured her. “But you don’t get your spanking until you beg me for it.”
That surprised a laugh out of her, but Derrick meant every word. A few minutes with the ginger and he was fairly certain she’d be looking for anything to distract her. Grinning, he gave the ginger finger a final little shove, the thick bulb sinking into her ass. Her sphincter snapped shut around the notch he’d left in the finger, just before the base he’d carved, which would keep it nice and securely lodged in her bottom until he was ready to take it out.
“Let me know when you’re ready for your spanking, baby girl.”
Lizzie scowled. There was something about the sing-song way he said it that got under her nerve.
Beg for a spanking? Why should she? She’d already been waiting for him to come to join her in the room, she could definitely wait for a spanking, even if he had just pushed something in her butt. It wasn’t like it was that uncomfortable and it definitely didn’t make her want to be spanked.
Actually, she was kind of surprised that the thing in her bottom felt kind of good going in. She’d never been a huge fan of butt stuff. While she’d always liked the idea, it had hurt a lot more than she’d thought it would whenever Big Daddy wanted to do it. She’d always counted her blessings that he’d preferred her pussy most of the time. Now… well, she was thinking that butt stuff with Daddy Derrick might be as different as everything else with him was.
She was all tingly just thinking about it.
Like, really tingly.
Kind of hot and tingly.
Uncomfortably hot and tingly.
That was when she finally realized that whatever he’d put in her butt was starting to burn. She clenched, trying to push it out, and cried out as the burn intensified, her hands flying back to grab at the painful intruder. Daddy’s hands caught hers and she found her wrists pinned to the center of her lower back.
“Daddy, it hurts!” The words came out as a wail and she writhed, tightening around it again, and gasping for air as the burn kept increasing. She needed to relax, but it was so hard to when the inside of her bottom was on fire!
He chuckled. “It’s supposed to, sweetheart. The next time you feel tempted to steal something, I want you to remember this.”
Lizzie moaned, squirming still. She was starting to feel hot all over and she needed... something. Because the heat growing in her pussy wasn’t just from discomfort. She was becoming increasingly aroused.
And Daddy was just waiting... waiting for her to beg to be spanked. Once the spanking was over, surely, he’d removed whatever he’d put in her bottom, right? Maybe that was why he thought she’d beg.
Yup, she was definitely ready to beg.
“Daddy, spank me please!”
Chapter 15
His little Lizzie’s pussy was becoming very juicy as the ginger juices trickled down from her tight little hole to stimulate her sensitive lips. Derrick grinned at her heartfelt plea for punishment. The spanking would give her something else to focus on, but she was also going to have to be careful not to clench, or the ginger would just burn even worse.
“Do you know why you’re being spanked?” he asked her calmly.
“Yes!” The frustration and impatience in her answer almost made him laugh. Instead he gave the base of the ginger a little tug, making her squeal. The sound made his cock throb.
“Yes, what, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.” This time her answer was a little more subdued, a little worried that he might play with her painful plug some more.
“Tell me why you’re being punished, baby girl.”
A little sound like a sob rose in her throat and she squirmed delightfully under his hand. He had her wrists firmly gripped in his fingers, pressing them down on her lower back, pinning her to the bed.
“Because I ran away!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You left your room after Daddy told you not to and you endangered your life by jumping from the house to the tree. You could have been seriously injured or killed. So, you’re going to get a long hard spanking and then I’m going to finish your punishment with my belt.”
She made another little sobbing sound, but she didn’t ask him to stop and she didn’t say her safe word. Derrick rubbed her butt cheek, prepping the soft skin for the first swat.
This time he didn’t intend to finish until she was red hot, inside and out.
Lifting his hand, he swung and smacked her butt cheek with a firm swat. He didn’t use all his strength—not yet. This was just the warm up. Lizzie cried out, jerking slightly as her bottom jiggled from the impact, and then cried out again. Derrick grinned. She must have clenched.
His hand fell, aiming for the opposite cheek.
The stinging swats raining down on her bottom warred with the fiery sensations from inside her poor hole. Lizzie wasn’t sure which was worse. The burn from the spanking kept building as Daddy’s hand fell, over and over again, but the thing inside of her was so hot and tingly, and just became more so whenever she clenched. And she kept clenching, unable to stop herself, as Daddy spanked her.
It was a much harder spanking than the one he’d given her earlier today, and even though she’d thought she’d fully recovered from the first one, now she was finding that she had been wrong about that. Her skin felt much more sensitive than usual, the spanking burning hotter and faster than it normally would have.
“Ow... Daddy... Please... I’m sorry!” She stammered out her apologies and pleas as the heat in her bottom grew. By now her butt must surely be bright red. Each swat brought a new burst of tears to her eyes. They were beginning to drip down her cheeks and into the pink comforter and she really, truly, did feel very, very sorry that she hadn’t listened to him.
She knew Big Daddy was the bad guy. She’d known there was a chance Pluto would follow her to the hideout. She’d been hoping for it. Why hadn’t she just told him where Big Daddy’s ship was? Then she could have had Daddy Derrick without the punishment.
But because of some misplaced sense of loyalty to Big Daddy, she’d chosen the harder road. Jumping to the tree had been fun but
terrifying and she knew she was lucky the branch she’d grabbed had held her weight. And if Daddy hadn’t shown up when he did, she wasn’t sure what Big Daddy would have done to her.
It definitely wouldn’t have been good.
She’d made a lot of poor choices in her life... but these poor choices were being wiped clean. The sheer relief of that just made her cry even harder.
“Good girl,” Daddy said, rubbing his hand over her poor bottom. He wasn’t too gentle about it and Lizzie felt more tingles all through her. At this point she couldn’t tell which pain was coming from the spanking and which was coming from the thing inside her bottom—the whole area was just one big mass of throbbing, swollen, burning heat.
The submissive slump to Lizzie’s body and the way her shoulders were shaking as she cried made it clear she was reaching her breaking point. Derrick caressed her red-hot bottom, feeling the heat rising from her well-spanked cheeks. He’d given them a thorough roasting.
“Five more with the belt and then this part of your punishment is all done,” he said soothingly.
Lizzie sniffled. “Please Daddy, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise.”
“I’m sure you have, sweet Lizzie, but I want to make sure the lesson sticks,” he said, continuing to rub her bottom. She groaned.
Because he didn’t want to overload her, Derrick decided to remove the ginger now. She stiffened and then sighed as the finger slid from her bottom, slumping again. Her little hole was as red as her cheeks. There was no doubt that she was still turned on though, her juices were coating the top of her thighs now, her swollen pussy begging for his attention.
Derrick figured that denying himself was his punishment. After all, he had set her up, knowing it was likely she’d run right back to Big Daddy. While he hadn’t made the decision for her, he had made it possible.
“Do you want your hands free or do you want me to keep holding them?” he asked.
