She picked up a sieve and started to play. He ran the cup of water over her head and she let out a small cry. “Daddy!” She wiped at her face, blinking her eyes.
“Don’t like water in your face?”
“No,” she sulked.
“Look up at the ceiling.” She pushed her head back as he used his hand to keep the water from going in her face.
He worked shampoo into her hair, massaging her scalp and she let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling herself relax. He rinsed out the shampoo and she played with the toys again. By the time he’d finished washing her hair, she was too busy playing to worry about being naked in front of him.
He didn’t speak as he washed her back, inspecting every inch of her for injury. He lightly rubbed her shoulders and she let out a murmur of pleasure.
“One arm out, baby girl.”
She gave him one arm at a time to wash then he moved the cloth over the front of her body.
“Daddy, you’re in the way,” she complained.
“Enjoying yourself are you, baby girl?”
“Yep. I’m going to whisk up all the water.” She poked out her tongue as she concentrated on using the whisk. Then he ran the cloth over one breast and she sucked in a breath as it crossed her nipple, sending a spark of pleasure through her blood.
“Just keep playing. Pretend I’m not here,” he murmured.
Yeah. That was pretty impossible. But she didn’t look at him as he washed her other breast, all too aware of the flush of arousal on her face. He moved down her tummy, towards her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip, but he slid the cloth down one leg to her foot, pulling it slightly out of the water to wash between her toes.
She giggled at the sensation.
“Someone has ticklish feet.” He ran a finger along the sole of her foot.
“Daddy!” She kicked out, trying to loosen his hold, and ended up splashing water into his face. She burst into giggles before placing her hand over her mouth, worried he’d be upset.
But he just wiped his face and grinned at her. “Knew taking off my shirt would be a good idea.”
“Sorry, Daddy, but you did tickle me.”
He nodded. “Serves me right.”
She smiled at him.
“Right, baby girl. Stand up so I can wash your pussy and bottom.”
“What?” she asked, gaping at him.
“Stand up and I’ll finish washing you.”
“I can do that.” She reached for the cloth.
“Nope. Daddy’s job.” He pulled the cloth away and raised his eyebrows at her.
Oh. Heck.
He stood and held out his hand and she took it, letting him help her stand up.
“Legs apart, baby girl. That’s it. We need to make sure you’re all nice and clean.” He wiped the cloth between her folds, pulling the lips of her pussy apart.
She looked up at the ceiling, holding onto his shoulders for balance.
“Now, turn around and bend over and grasp hold of the side of the tub.”
She let out a small whimper.
“Good girl, come on now. I don’t want you getting cold.”
She shuffled around and grabbed hold of the lip of the bath. Oh sugar. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Widen those legs. That’s it. Good girl.” He washed each cheek. Then spread her cheeks and wiped the cloth between, rubbing it over her puckered entrance before he pushed it slightly into her bottom hole.
“Daddy!”
“Shh. Just making sure you’re all clean.” His voice was husky. With desire? Her body was heated, arousal coursing through her.
Was she brave enough to suggest taking things further tonight?
“You can stand back up, baby girl.” He held her steady then lifted her out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her. He dried her before wrapping her in a dry towel. He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to the living room.
She smiled. She loved the feeling of being picked up and held. It made her feel so small, so cared for. He set her down on the sofa before leaving and returning with her hairbrush. He put a cushion down on the floor.
“Let’s get this hair dry and get you into bed,” he said as she sat between his legs and he started brushing out her hair. She leaned her face against his leg as he patiently combed out the knots, gradually she relaxed, her mind drifting.
“Come on, baby girl. Sleep time.”
She let out a murmur of protest. She didn’t want to move. But she should have realized she didn’t have to. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He dressed her in her pajamas.
“Where’s Moody gone?” he asked her once she was in all tucked up in his bed. It was so much comfier than her bed.
“He’s in my bag.”
“Poor monkey, he won’t be able to breathe.”
He handed her stuffed monkey over and she held him tight, closing her eyes with a yawn. Duke sat next to her, rubbing her back with gentle strokes. “Good girl, off to sleep you go. That’s it. Just relax. Here, suck your thumb if you need to.” He took hold of her hand, raising her thumb to her mouth. She latched on and drifted off to sleep.
The knife glinted as it was raised into the air. It was coming towards her. The dark face glared at her.
He was going to hurt her.
She opened her mouth but no noise came out. She was going to die. The knife started to slowly descend. She tried to fight but she was frozen, locked in place.
She couldn’t move. She was going to die and she couldn’t fight back. . .couldn’t scream. . .
“Wake up! Sunny, wake up!”
She opened her eyes with a gasp to find herself sitting in someone’s lap. A soft light shone in the room. She shook, sweat coating her skin. The scent of leather and man surrounded her.
Duke. She was safe with Duke.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He kissed the top of her head, holding onto her tight as he rocked her back and forth. “I woke up to you thrashing around and then you let out this scream that made my blood go cold. Christ. Fuck. Scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry. Sorry,” she muttered as she grasped hold of Duke. “I was frozen in my dream. I couldn’t make a sound and the knife was coming towards me.” She gulped back a sob. “There was no face, just this dark, gaping hole. It was terrifying.”
“It’s all right. You’re safe. I have you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He held her for a long time, murmuring soft words to her that she could barely make out, but still soothed her.
“Thirsty,” she muttered.
He picked up of a bottle of water. She reached for it, but he held it to her mouth himself, sliding her back a little so she was reclined. She was too tired to protest; she just took a few sips as he held her like a baby having a bottle.
Finally, she pulled away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I need a shower.”
“It’s still early, you should go back to sleep.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”
“All right, baby girl. You go shower and I’ll make us some pancakes for breakfast.” He tilted up her chin. “You’re safe with me, Sunny. I know I didn’t protect you yesterday but that won’t happen again.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
Determination filled his face. “It won’t happen again.”
17
She settled on the couch after eating the pancakes and drinking several cups of coffee. Duke walked into the living room, carrying her hairbrush.
Was he going to brush her hair? His face looked awfully serious as he studied her. And then he switched off the television.
Uh-oh.
“How you feeling, little rebel?”
She sat up straight. “I’m all right.”
“Sore? Anything hurt from yesterday?”
She shook her head. “You inspected every inch of me. I’m not even bruised.”
He nodded solemnly. “You rememb
er the punishment you’re owed?”
She froze then turned to stare at him. “P-punishment?”
He raised his hand up and started ticking things off with his fingers. “You threw a tantrum over getting the stock order wrong. Called yourself names. Ran at the man with a knife rather than away from him.”
“I didn’t know he had a knife,” she muttered.
“You knew he had something he was using to scratch up my truck. You should have turned back and run to me. If Marv hadn’t been there. . .” he trailed off, looking ill.
“Yeah, I know,” she whispered.
“Like I’ve said before, babe. Your safety, number one priority to me. You risk it, you’ll wish you hadn’t once I get my hands on your butt.”
Oh. Awesome.
“Okay, little rebel?”
“Not really.”
He leaned his elbows on his legs as he studied her. “Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she moved closer until she was standing between his open thighs. He reached around and grasped hold of her ass. “You nervous?”
She let out a small laugh. “You could say that.”
“Scared?”
“A little.”
He nodded. “Only expected. You know I’d never harm you, right? This is the sort of dynamic I need. With me setting the rules and enforcing them. I realize that now more than ever. I love being an indulgent Daddy. But I also need to be a stern one too. Because if I let you get away with things all the time, then I’m not fulfilling one of my primary jobs. To keep you safe. To make you feel secure.”
“I get it,” she whispered.
“But in saying that, there is never a circumstance where you can’t use your safeword, got me? I’ll stop immediately. You trust me?”
A sense of calm came over her. She knew he would stop if she used her safeword. And he would never harm her. She knew the rules. She’d broken them. And after hearing about his family, she knew he was always going to be overprotective; she’d never had that before and she craved it. Needed it. He just sat there silently, massaging her ass as she thought this through.
“I understand. I know I broke the rules. I deserve a spanking.”
“Won’t just be my hand,” he warned her. “It was gonna be when it was only about our conversation in my office, but when you raced at that guy without a thought to your safety. . .well, I need to make sure you don’t do that again, Sunny.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, you’re getting twenty with my hand. Ten for calling yourself names. Ten for the little tantrum, cute as it was.”
She had to bite her lip at that.
“Then you’re getting fifteen with the hairbrush for rushing that guy.”
“Fifteen!” She gaped at him.
“Yes, and it would be more if this wasn’t your first serious spanking.”
More. Jesus. Christ.
He sat and patted his lap. “All right, little rebel. Lay yourself over my knee.”
“O-okay.” Anticipation and nerves warred inside her as she took hold of his hand and let him help her lie across his lap. He adjusted her so her feet hung in the air, her hands able to touch the floor.
“Do you need me to hold your hands for you?”
“No.”
“No, Daddy.”
“No, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl,” he said warmly, soothing some of those nerves. Then he grabbed hold of her pajama bottoms, pulling them and her panties down over her ass in one push, baring her completely. She yelped, not expecting that. She thought he might spank her over her panties again.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he laid his hand firmly on her lower back and started to pelt her ass with stinging smacks of his hand. Ouch! This was far harder than the other spanking he’d given her.
Her ass was starting to burn as he paused and rubbed the heat in with his hand.
“How are you doing, little rebel?”
Well, she was starting to wonder how the hell she was going to take another ten from his paddle of a hand then fifteen with the hairbrush but other than that, awesome.
“I’m okay.”
“You need to use your safeword?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Here’s the rest, little rebel. You’re doing well.” Those three words were what she needed to hear. Especially as his hand laid smack after smack on her already warm cheeks. The sting moved to a deeper burn, her ass throbbing as she started to sob, tears dripping down her cheeks.
When he paused this time, he rubbed her lower back instead of her bottom.
“Baby girl, I don’t ever want to hear you calling yourself an idiot or a fuckup again, understand me? None of it is true and it hurts me that you are so hard on yourself. You need to learn that it’s all right to mess up.”
“I. . .I know. I’ll try,” she sobbed.
“Good girl. Now, I know this next bit is going to be hard for you. I’m sorry I have to give you such a hard spanking. But I want you to know how important it is to me that you’re safe. If something had happened to you. . .if he’d stabbed you. . .”
She tried to turn to look at him but couldn’t manage it in her current position. He sounded almost broken.
“I promise I’ll be more careful. I didn’t think. I promise.”
“Good. Hopefully this will help remind you.”
He reached over, to grab the hairbrush. She sucked in a breath then let out a squeal as it landed with a thump.
Oh. Sugar. Sugar. Sugar.
Her breath sobbed out as another smack landed.
Shoot. Darn. Shiiiit!
Two more landed. She sobbed. Tears raced down her face as she wiggled, trying desperately to free herself of his hold. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t take it.
Smack! Smack! Her ass was burning. A deep, fiery pain.
Another two. She grasped hold of his leg, using him as an anchor.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her sobs grew louder. Her legs kicked back and forth. No. No. No.
The last smacks landed quickly and sharply as though he was trying to get them over with as quickly as possible. She could barely take in the breath to scream. When the last one landed, she let out a huge screech.
Sobs had her heaving for breath as he pulled her up. He lay on his back on the sofa, arranging her on top of him, her ass still bare. It was so hot and painful she knew she couldn’t stand to have anything touch it.
He just held her, murmuring to her quietly as he ran his hand up and down her back.
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl. Let it all out. That’s my girl. That’s it. I have you. I have you, baby girl.”
He just held her as her tears soaked his T-shirt.
“Shh. Now. You’ll make yourself sick. Shh. You’re safe. I have you.”
Her tears slowed and she sniffed then moved her head up to look around. “Tissue?”
He brushed her hair back from her face and laid a kiss on her sweaty forehead. She grimaced. Hadn’t been much point in showering before her spanking, it seemed.
He laid her back on her side then got up, leaving the room. He returned a minute later with some tissues and a wet cloth in his hand. She reached for them, but he drew them back.
“Let me,” he said gruffly. He held the tissue to her nose. “Blow.”
“Jeez,” she muttered. “I can blow my own nose.”
“Sunshine River, stop grumbling and let me take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied. She blew her nose, letting him wipe it. Gross. Then he washed her face with the cloth and that felt really nice.
“Want your pajama bottoms pulled up?”
Huh? She looked down at herself then went bright red as she saw her pajama bottoms were still down around her thighs and her top wasn’t long enough to cover her pussy.
“Eek!” She pulled the bottoms up, wincing.
“Why don’t you leave them off?” he suggested. “I’ll give you one of my T-shirts to wear.”
She nodded gratefully and he left, returning with a large T-shirt. She quickly put it on over her own T-shirt. When she was done, he drew her against his chest and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m really proud of you.”
“For getting spanked?”
He smiled. “No. For being brave enough to acknowledge what you need. You trust me. It’s not something I will ever betray.”
It was funny, she’d just been spanked until she’d sobbed and she knew she wouldn’t sit comfortable tomorrow. And yet she felt lighter, freer, happier than she had in a long, long time.
“Ouch, Daddy. Can’t we stand while you do this?” she complained, sitting between his legs as he brushed her hair. After that spanking, sitting on her bottom was not pleasant. She rubbed at her eyes. Shoot. Her early morning wake-up was going to make today hard.
“Part of being punished is having to sit on your sore bottom. Helps remind you to behave.”
Well, that just sounded like a stupid rule to her. She shifted around on her bottom. Even the cushion he’d put on the floor for her to sit on wasn’t helping.
“Sit still, little rebel. I’m trying to get these pigtails straight.”
She heaved a sigh and tried to sit as still as possible as he finished doing her hair. She jumped to her feet as soon as he declared he was done. But before she could move away, he wrapped his hands around her hips.
“Let’s have a look at how bad this bottom is.”
Uh-oh. She hadn’t expected that.
“It’s fine,” she said hastily.
“Really? All that complaining and now it’s fine?” he drawled.
She didn’t do that much complaining, had she? Sugar. Maybe she had.
“It’s all good now that I’m standing.”
“Let me see it, Sunny. I need to know that I didn’t go too hard on you.” His voice was serious and she turned her head to look down at him.
“It’s fine, Daddy. I promise.”
He shook his head. “T-shirt up, panties down and bend over.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock. He couldn’t be serious! “I can’t do that!”
He gave her a firm look. “Now, Sunshine River.”
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