“That I couldn’t call myself names.”
He opened the back of her onesie. Shoot! Why hadn’t she considered how easily that back opening gave him access to her bottom?
“And do you think you get to call Daddy names?” he asked calmly.
“I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, my girl.” He pulled her panties over her bottom. “I know I pushed you. But you had other avenues to express yourself, didn’t you? You could have spoken to me calmly about your needs. You could have asked Daddy to give you an orgasm. You didn’t need to call Daddy a rat-faced, pig-bum-licker did you?”
“No, Daddy. I’m really sorry for calling you that. You’re not rat-faced and you don’t like licking pigs' bums. At least I hope you don’t.”
“Funnily enough, I don’t,” he said dryly. “Thank you for the apology. You’re still getting your bottom spanked.”
Well. That just sucked.
“Hands in front of you.”
She let out a deep sigh then pushed her hands out above her head.
“Good, keep them there. It’s a count of ten.”
“Ten! I don’t think a little name-calling warrants ten, Daddy.”
“A little name-calling? We can go for twenty, if you like.”
“Well, I already said I didn’t like ten, not sure why you think I would like twenty,” she muttered.
There was silence from behind her.
Oops.
Probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“Someone has a lot of attitude this morning.”
“It’s not my fault, Daddy,” she said hastily, searching around for something to blame it on. “It must be the oatmeal.”
“The oatmeal?”
“Yep. The oatmeal. Oatmeal has always made me a sassy-pants. I should stop eating it immediately.”
“Nice try, my girl. Not happening. It’s ten. But any more sass and it doubles.”
She pouted then before she realized what was happening, he’d given her two spanks.
“Hey!”
“What?”
“You didn’t warn me.”
He let out a scoffing noise. “I thought telling you that you were going to get ten was warning enough.”
“I wasn’t ready.”
“Georgie-girl, not much you can do to prepare yourself for a spanking. You just need to relax and be a good girl until it’s over.”
Relax and be a good girl? Was he crazy? How could she relax?
“Ow!” she cried out as he gave her two more smacks.
“I see you have no trouble crying out when you’re being spanked.”
“I wouldn’t know, this is my first!”
“Your first spanking?” he asked.
He rubbed her bottom. Okay, that was nice.
“Yeah. My parents didn’t spank me. My brothers threatened to, but never went through with it. Other than those few smacks you’ve given me, I’ve never had one.”
“If I’d known that I wouldn’t have made your first one a punishment spanking.”
Meaning he would have given her a pleasurable one? Her clit throbbed at the thought. She’d always been turned on by the idea of being spanked. She would search out books with spanking in them. Watch favorite TV episodes over and over which showed spanking scenes, even though they’d never really gone far enough for her.
“Not that this is much of a punishment at the moment. The last six are going to be firm and quick.” Without another word, he gave her the last six. They were so quick, she barely had time to catch her breath. And when she finally managed to take a gasp of air, it came out in a loud cry.
“Ow! Daddy! No, stop!” She kicked out with her legs, but he held her hips firmly.
“Already done, my girl. It’s all over.” He turned her and picked her up in his arms. She wrapped herself around his body, uncaring that her ass was on display. No doubt it was bright red. It felt like it was on fire.
She sobbed, even though she wasn’t actually crying. It had only been ten after all. Still, she felt the need to make some noise. She couldn’t let him get away with thinking he’d been too easy on her.
He rubbed her back, not seeming to notice her weight as he held her.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ll never sit again,” she said dramatically, throwing her head back to frown up at him. “Daddy, you spank too hard.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Actually, Daddy spanks just right. And I have a feeling you’ll sit just fine.” He set her down then turned her and pulled up her panties then did up the onesie. Okay, it hadn’t been as bad as she’d thought.
“Now, Daddy is going to go to the gym for a bit before we go out. Do you want to watch some TV or go into your fort?”
“I want to go for a run,” she stated.
“No running.”
Her mouth dropped open. “But you’re going to workout. Why can’t I?”
“Because you’re still recovering from being in the hospital. Xavier said no running for a week, remember?”
But she didn’t think he actually meant it. “Doctors say stuff like that all the time,” she complained as she stood beside the counter and watched as he drank the rest of his awful concoction. “It’s just a guideline. And they always overestimate. Like, when they say to stay in bed for a week, they really mean three days. It’s the same thing here.”
“No, when Xavier says a week. He means a week. And you’ll be waiting at least that long, plus that cut on your foot is still healing.”
She huffed out a breath. Then she picked up Squawkers. Hmm, she’d already gotten into trouble for her bratty mouth. But surely Squawkers couldn’t. She held him up to her ear, pretending that he was talking to her. “Squawkers thinks that’s silly.”
“Hmm, Squawkers has a sassy pants mouth this morning too, does he?”
“Yep. Squawkers reckons I’ll be fine to go running.”
“Well, until Squawkers gets a medical degree, I won’t be taking his medical advice.”
She gasped. “Daddy! Squawkers said he doesn’t like your attitude and that he’ll poop in your shoe.”
“If Squawkers does that, then he’s going to end up with a red bottom to match yours.”
“Daddy! You cannot spank Squawkers! That’s mean!” She stomped her foot on the floor. Then she stared at it in amazement. “How did that happen?”
“I would say it happened because someone is having a temper tantrum.”
“I never have temper tantrums.” She was shocked. And amazed. And frankly, horrified. Then she gazed at him, wide-eyed. “I’m so sorry.”
Leaning in, he kissed the top of her head. “It was kind of cute.”
It was? That was weird. She wouldn’t have thought that a temper tantrum would be cute.
“Although, cute as it was, you’re still not getting away with it. Someone needs some time in the corner.”
“Daddy, no!” she cried.
“Yep. Now, where did I put that bag of goodies that Kiesha brought?”
“Daddy, you wouldn’t!” She grasped hold of his arm, as though she thought she could stop him. He just gave her a firm look.
She dropped her hold on him. Oh heck. What was he going to do?
“Face the counter,” he commanded.
She turned and faced the counter. Grasping her around the hips, he lifted her so she was once more bent over the counter, her legs dangling in the air.
Down went the flap. And her panties.
“Stay just like that. No talking from you. Disobey me and move, and you’ll get another ten. Understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
She lay there, staring at Squawkers. “This is not good, Squawkers.” He didn’t reply. It seemed he’d abandoned her. “You’re just lucky that Daddy’s not spanking you since you were so naughty.”
“He certainly is,” Ed said as he walked back into the room. She turned her head to try and see what he’d grabbed,
but he held it behind his back.
“Daddy, what are you going to do?”
“Daddy is going to plug your bottom. Then you’re going to stand in the corner for ten minutes with your bottom on display.”
“Eek! You can’t!”
He held her down with a hand on the small of her back. Shoot, he was strong.
“Do you need to use your safeword?”
She thought about that for a moment. Did she? No. She relaxed against the counter.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to use my finger to stretch you a bit first. So just relax for me.”
“What is it with you and getting me to relax,” she muttered, even as she tensed her bottom cheeks.
He smacked his hand down on her ass. She yelped. “Why did you do that, Daddy?”
“You’re not relaxing, Georgie-girl.”
“It’s hard to relax knowing you’re going to stick things in my bottom! Have you ever had things in your bottom?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She tried to turn to look at him, but he held her still. “You have? How?”
“I’m a member of a BDSM club and all the Doms there have to take some introductory courses before they’re allowed to become members. There’s nothing that I would do to you that I haven’t had done to me.”
“Oh.”
She didn’t know why, but for some reason that made her feel a whole lot better about everything.
“Relax, my girl. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She heard a squirting noise then felt him parting her bottom cheeks. His finger pressed against her back hole. “Deep breath in then let it out.”
As she let her breath out, he pushed his finger deep into her bottom. Okay, that was odd but not unpleasant.
Not unpleasant at all. His finger moved in and out then was joined by a second one. That burned a little but the pain soon morphed into something else. Her breath was coming in faster pants and she realized she was turned on.
“Someone likes having their bottom played with,” Ed whispered. “Just as well Kiesha thought to bring us some training plugs, huh?”
Oh Lord.
His fingers were removed and she heard him squirting out more lube. She didn’t try to look. She didn’t want to see what was going inside her butt.
“Another breath in. Now out,” he commanded.
As she let out her breath, he pushed the plug deep into her bottom. It wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. She thought there would be a lot of pain. She could definitely feel it inside her, stretching her. But what surprised her was how much she liked it.
“Good girl. Damn, that looks pretty.” He ran his hand over her bottom. “How does it feel?”
“Like there’s a piece of plastic in my bottom,” she replied dryly.
“Any pain? Burning?”
“It hurt a little bit for a start, but it’s okay now,” she admitted.
“I’m going to wash my hands, you stay right where you are then I’ll help you into the corner.”
Great. She’d hoped he’d forgotten about that part. No such luck.
She heard the water running. Then he turned a moment later and lifted her down. Taking hold of her hand, he led her to the corner.
“Ever had corner time?”
“No. But I’ve read about it,” she admitted.
“Forehead into the corner, legs apart, bottom sticking out.”
She did as he said.
“Now that is definitely a nice sight. While you’re in the naughty corner with your bottom on display, I want you to think about that sassy mouth and how you shouldn’t throw temper tantrums, okay?”
She huffed out a breath.
“What was that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
As she was standing in the corner, trying not to move, Ed’s phone went off. She tried to listen to his conversation, but he was speaking too quietly. She did hear him sigh.
“Shit. Yep. Okay, see you soon.”
See who soon?
“Daddy?” she called out. “Who was that?”
“When you’re in the corner, you’re not to speak unless you’re saying your safeword.”
Well. That sucked.
“But you can come out of the corner now because they’ll be here soon.”
She turned to look at him. “Who?”
“That was Kiesha.” He frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ahh, nothing. Just another robbery last night. We’ve had a few of them lately. Unfortunately, we don’t have a clue who is behind them.” He shook his head. “Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, Kiesha and the others are coming to visit. So we’ll have to put off the shopping for now.”
“They’re coming right now?”
“Yep.”
“Daddy! I can’t have visitors!”
“Why not?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Because I have a bare bottom! And there’s a plug in it!”
His lips twitched. “Well, I was going to let you get dressed properly, Georgie-girl. Unless you’d like to stay like that.”
“Daddy!”
30
Georgina opened the door with a smile.
She didn’t know why she was so nervous. Maybe it was because she’d never really had friends over. She’d changed out of her onesie, putting on some of her drab and boring clothes.
“Bestie!” Kiesha cried out before hugging her. “Are you all right? Ed treating you well? Do you need me to kick his ass? I can, I have a black belt in karate.”
She did? Wow, that was impressive.
“I’m fine, he’s treating me well.”
“Hey!” Isa called out. “Let the rest of us hug her.”
Kiesha let go of her with a grumble and Isa hugged her. Then Cleo. To her shock, even Juliet, who had her hand wrapped up in Cleo’s shirt, hugged her.
Then she froze as she saw a massive bunch of flowers moving towards her, a pair of jean-clad legs beneath it. She couldn’t see who was holding them, the flowers kept him hidden. She was guessing it was a man due to his huge hands.
“Loki has come to apologize,” Isa explained.
Oh, right. She’d actually completely forgot about that encounter. The flowers were placed on the porch and then Loki stared up at her pleadingly. His hands were in the prayer position.
“Please, wonderful, lovely, beautiful Georgina, won’t you forgive Loki?”
“We’ve all told him off,” Isa told her. “Even Juliet.”
She gave Juliet a surprised look then turned to Loki. “It’s okay, Loki. I forgive you. As long as you promise not to do that again.”
“I won’t, kind lady.” Suddenly, he stood and she was enveloped in a hug so tight she couldn’t breathe.
“What is going on? Loki, let her go now!” Ed barked.
Loki let her down and then she was drawn back against Ed’s chest, his arms wrapped around her front. “Mine. No touching.”
“Ed!” She went bright red. “You’re embarrassing me.”
Loki nodded. “I understand, sheriff. Hands off. Loki is going to leave now. Lady, I owe you a favor. Loki always pays his favor.”
He paused as though waiting for something.
“Um, okay, thanks.”
It seemed to be enough of a reply for Loki as he nodded and then took off.
Kiesha shut the door behind him then grabbed her hand. “Shoo, Ed. Girl time.”
Well, there hadn’t been much point in brewing coffee she realized fifteen minutes later once Kiesha had poured everyone a glass of bubbles. Except for Isa, who was driving. And Juliet, who had club soda instead.
“Cheers!” Kiesha cried.
They all had several sips. Georgie wasn’t used to drinking and she definitely wasn’t used to drinking this early, but she went with it.
Cleo raided Ed’s cupboards. “Damn, the sheriff doesn’t
believe in junk food, does he?”
“That’s why I came prepared!” Kiesha drew a bag of double-chocolate cookies out of her handbag. Soon they were all eating, drinking and giggling at Cleo’s stories about O’Ryan.
“All right, let’s cut to the chase.” Kiesha leaned forward to stare at Georgina.
Georgie was already on her second glass of wine and had a nice buzz going. So she leaned forward too. “Okay.”
“Have you and Ed done the nasty?”
She blushed. “Umm, that’s a bit personal isn’t it?”
Is this what friends spoke about? Maybe it was. What did she really know?
“Come on, you can tell us. Lips sealed.”
“Kiesha,” Isa said warningly.
“No, we haven’t.” Was that weird?
“Damn it.” Kiesha slammed her fist down on the table, rattling Juliet’s glass. “I lost the bet.”
What bet? Wait, was that why she was asking? Because they were betting on . . .
“You were betting about when I would have sex with Ed?” she asked. Hurt stabbed deep. She thought these women liked her. “Why would you do that?”
“I told you it was a bad idea,” Cleo said.
Juliet nodded, frowning fiercely at Kiesha.
“But it was just for fun,” Kiesha said. “We make bets for lots of things.”
“It’s only fun if everyone enjoys it,” Cleo pointed out.
Isa bit her lip. “Please don’t be upset, Georgie. We didn’t mean anything by it. Really.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” Kiesha told her, reaching for her hand. “We really didn’t mean to hurt you. Damn it, this is my fault. Sometimes I don’t think.”
She started hitting her palm against her forehead.
“Whoa, okay. It’s not worth hurting yourself over.” Georgina jumped up and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her head. “It’s all right, maybe I overreacted. See, I’m not used to having friends. When I was in high school, the only reason girls ever wanted to be friends with me was because they wanted to get close to my brothers. As soon as they didn’t need me, they’d turn on me. I know we’re all adults, but I guess I’m still waiting for you all to tell me this was just a joke, that you don’t really want to be friends with me.”
Kiesha jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around her. “Of course we want to be friends. We love you!”
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