by Abbie Adams
"I'll give you some time to think."
"No!" She reached for his hand as began to move. "I don't need any more time. I know I should be spanked…" She brushed tears away, so she could see him. "But I don't want you to be angry with me. I can't believe you are really here and that you came so far just hoping to spend time with me. I'm so mad at myself and am sick at the idea you had to see me like this. I'm so sorry…"
He gave her another hug before guiding her off his lap, keeping hold of her hands when she reached to clutch him again. "I told you I'm not going anywhere, Sunny."
She managed to nod and allowed her body to relax just a bit as she stood in front of him. "I-I don't know how to show you… tell you…" Her words trailed off as she truly didn't know what the next step should be.
Trent lifted her hands to his lips and gave them a kiss. "It's okay, sweetie. That's why you have me. I'll show you." She nodded gratefully and he brushed her hair off her face where a tendril had stuck to her cheek. "This isn't the most fun part, but it is the necessary part," he started and she felt her face heat. She suddenly had a good idea of where this was headed.
"Not knowing how to get past a naughty behavior is why spanking works. Daddy is not angry with you, little girl. I am concerned however, and want you to learn your lesson. After you've had your spanking, even though your bottom will hurt, I promise you will feel better, and you won't feel guilty anymore. Then, we can let it go, and get on with exploring our love for each other and having fun."
She bit her lower lip. Had he really just said that? She felt so small standing in front of him like this, so transparent—not just her swim dress, but her emotions bared to him. He had his hand on her wrist and his completely encircled hers. Even though he was sitting, she was just barely taller than eye level with him. She wanted to run her fingers through his dark hair. She loved the way it curled at the ends.
"Sunny, are you listening to me? I asked if you were ready now or if you want more time to think about it?" Trent locked his fingers on her chin and forced her to focus on his eyes again.
She needed to tell him she was ready. But, she would never be ready. She should have stayed there to face the music eight years ago. She nodded just the slightest, perhaps he would have missed it if his fingers weren't still on her chin.
"I'm so confused. Did you really just say that? I mean… you called yourself Daddy," she whispered.
"Yes, I did. You need a daddy. It's quite obvious. Unless you tell me no, I'm going to be that man for you."
"Really? You really want to be my Daddy?"
"Sunny, I want nothing more than to be all you need. Daddies take extra special care of their little ones, loving them uniquely and disciplining when necessary." He tugged her wrist and pulled her to sit on his lap again. With his arm around her back he embraced her and kissed her forehead. "I may be mistaken but I think you've felt the same connection to me that I've had for you for years. You confirmed that for me while I escorted you back to your room and helped you into bed."
She groaned as she hid her face in his neck. What the hell had she said last night?
As if reading her thoughts he reassured her, "You said nothing that I, myself, hadn't thought previously or agreed with. My only displeasure was that I could have been anyone and if it had not been me, some other man might have been there and taken advantage of you."
"No," she murmured against his neck. "I don't want a… a guppy. I want you."
He leaned back a bit, not allowing her to bury her face in his neck. "Good thing because I assure you I'm not a guppy." He grinned and she could feel her face flush. "I guess I'm more like a bull shark in that I won't put up with any bullshit." She attempted to bury her face again but he wasn't allowing her to hide from his words.
"Now, I'm going to spank your naughty bottom and we will put that behavior behind us and start fresh, if you agree."
She gulped hard, much exaggerated by the way he tilted her chin upward. "I want that," she said, but no sound came out. He must have understood either way because with one more kiss to her forehead he helped her to stand before him. Her tummy had long since headed south. Along with a rush of heat in her face, a likewise warmth pooled in her core. His steady gaze drilled deep into her soul and made her heart thump like crazy.
"When I pull you over my knee, there will be no going back. So think hard because I don't play around. Once you agree and are mine, my own little girl, you will be held to a standard others may not understand. Discipline will be sure and swift and then you will be forgiven. You will be cherished, and will be the center of my world. If you cannot give me this, then now is the time to voice your concerns or walk away."
Suddenly a fact that had evaded her for a long time came to the surface. Never once in a single fantasy, had she ever called or wanted to call anyone but him Daddy. Why was that? Forcing herself to think, she had to admit that she didn't feel guilty and dirty when she thought about Trent spanking her or touching her. Ever since she'd run away from that spanking he'd promised she had coming, she'd fantasized about it is so many different ways. Every time a hand lifted to smack against her bottom in some dream scene, she wished it was only Trent's hand. And, after her punishment was over, it was only her Daddy's arms that she wished to be tight around her. It was only his smell that she wanted to inhale as she buried her face in his neck. When hands stroked across skin just punished, when lips met hers and fingers explored, they were Trent's. No matter what she tried, he was the only man she truly wanted in her life and, it seemed, the only one she had truly wanted in her fantasies.
Nodding her head solemnly was all she thought she could manage until she remembered a night so long ago. Looking into his eyes, she managed a smile. "I'll never walk away again, Daddy."
Chapter Eleven
"Thank you, my sweet little one. Let's get this done. Put yourself over my lap if you are ready." His tone was stern and yet spoke of love and not disappointment or anger. His heated gaze didn't lessen and his steely resolve and confidence surprisingly reassured her instead of chasing her away. But as much as she wanted to do as he asked, her bare feet were frozen in place.
"I can't… help me, please, Da… Daddy." As soon as she spoke, freedom came. A burden was lifted from her as he tugged her closer and used her wrist to guide her down over his muscular thighs. He cinched her securely to his core, warm against her side. His left arm held her snugly while the other brushed over her bottom. She scrunched her eyes shut blocking out the amazing view of the Spanish tile floor.
"This is not going to stay, even if it is barely adequate to be used as a doily let alone a dress." He started pulling the skirt of her lace cover-up out of the way.
"Wait, Trent, please don't." She started to struggle, suddenly embarrassed.
"Daddy," he corrected. "You didn't seem to care who saw what last night, and that is one reason why you are getting this spanking. No one but your Daddy is to see you naked."
"But I wasn't all naked," she said and blushed at the sound of his chuckle.
"Sweetie, you are going to learn that even cute excuses are not going to keep me from reddening your little bottom." His words proved true as her skirt was pushed up and he didn't delay in laying the first cracks down.
It was quite startling to Sunny. Having imagined it a thousand times did nothing to prepare her for the real thing. He systematically spanked each side, back and forth on the fullest part of her round bottom.
"Ow! That stings! Take it easy."
"Excuse me?" He swatted harder and lower, right on the crease, causing her to squeal loudly. "You are not even close to being in a position to dictate to me. Your behavior put you in this position, little girl, and you should be thinking about that." With each word he spoke, the tempo and intensity increased.
"Ow, owie. I know..." Burning—it was burning so bad. She couldn't take it. This was like no pain she had ever felt before. No spanking she ever imagined hurt this bad or lasted this long and it didn't appear he had any in
tention of stopping anytime soon. "Stop! I'm sorry… Daddy, please." Though she'd said it before, only a bit earlier, it wasn’t until this plea that she realized the word she'd longed to be free to use for so many years was not having the effect she'd imagined. His hand continued to move from cheek to cheek, roasting each one with every cracking swat.
She began to squirm, reaching out to grab fistfuls of the sheet and attempting to pull herself forward. The only thing that managed was for him to tighten his grip around her waist and tuck her in a bit tighter to his waist. Okay, fine, perhaps if she increased the force by pushing against the mattress with her feet.
"Ow!" she screeched when two rapid cracks landed against the bare skin of her upper thighs.
"Put your feet down and stop trying to swim off my lap," Trent said. When she kicked again, he simply adjusted her until she was lying over only one thigh, his other leg now trapping hers.
"Daddy! It hurts!" she said, reaching back in the age-old move of many a naughty girl trying to protect her bottom from another swat. If he was moved by her declaration, he didn't show it in the least. He easily captured both her wrists in one of his huge hands and pinned them to her lower back. Fiery swat after fiery swat kept falling. "Daddy! I'm sorry!" she cried, her ass hurting worse than any sunburn pain she'd ever felt.
"I'm sorry too, baby. Spanking isn't meant to be a picnic. What you did is dangerous; there are too many men out there who would take advantage of a beautiful little girl like you, in that position."
"Okay! I know and I said I was sorry. Please, that's enough. No more spanking!" Her lungs were burning almost as much as—no… no, nothing was as hot as her ass. The flames in hell themselves didn't have anything on her rear end. Now she knew where they got the term the Spawn of Satan; apparently Trent was very closely related. He must have gotten his spanking hand from some diabolical source. Where in the hell did she get the idea spankings were fun? Wait. He'd stopped, he was rubbing. Hallelujah. Oh, thank God, his rubbing was so much better than his swatting.
"You are not listening to me, are you?"
"Yes, yes, I heard you. Wow, that really hurt." She tried to move. "Can I get up now?"
"Oh no, you are far from done, little girl." He annunciated his words with perfectly pronounced smacks to her lower cheeks.
What? Surely he wasn't serious. Perhaps he didn't understand exactly how much her ass hurt. Okay, all she had to do was explain it to him. After all, he'd said he loved her so he wouldn't want her to be in this much pain. "Listen to me, Tr… Daddy. I'm dying, I've never been spanked before. I can't handle this." She lifted up her torso to look over her shoulder at him, giving him the most pitiful look she could conjure.
"You are a long way from dying. I'm using only my hand and you've had twenty swats. I'm giving you a little break only because this is your first spanking. I want you to know you are doing really well." He rubbed over her heated backside. "I'm sure you'll continue to do well when we continue your spanking."
"What? You're crazy." Oops, evidently calling your new Daddy crazy when practically naked and over his knee, his hand rubbing your bare bottom was not the wisest choice.
"I'm not crazy," he countered, another two swats landing on what she was sure was the hottest flesh on earth. "What's crazy, little girl, is that you don't seem to understand the severity of your actions. Until I am absolutely positive that you will never, ever behave in such a dangerous way again, I will continue to swat your butt."
Okay, questioning his sanity hadn't worked but she remembered how often he'd preached about the sanctity of privacy. It was time to try a new tract.
"But, someone might hear," she said, nodding her head to help convince him. "You don't want to be embarrassed if someone reports sounds of a spanking…"
"Sunny, I wouldn't care if the entire staff lined up to watch. You don't seem to understand that the only important thing to me is you. It is my responsibility to make sure that you are learning this lesson and that you won't ever repeat your naughty behavior. Do you understand?"
Suddenly, she did understand. She understood that once she had accepted his authority and granted him the right to discipline her, he and he alone would decide when she'd been chastised enough. Dropping her head back down, she looked at the blue flecks in the floor tiles. Evidently her mind had cleared enough for her to wonder if those were little seashells embossed into the tiles.
"I asked you a question, young lady."
"Oh, yes! I mean yes, sir. I-I understand."
"Let's make sure. Let's see, you accused me of being crazy, right?" Though she thought it had been a rhetorical question, evidently she was wrong as two more swats descended as he reminded her he expected an answer when asked a question.
"I didn't mean it!" she yelped.
"Let me properly define the word for you, little girl. Crazy would be for me to stand back and let you continue drinking. Crazy would be for me not to care that some man's hand was on your breast! Crazy would be for me to just shrug and walk away as you poured yet more tequila down your throat. That would have been crazy!"
His words, more than his hand swatting her had the first tears spilling to drip onto the floor. "You think it was crazy for wanting you safe?" His hand rose and fell again. "For caring enough to make sure you are thoroughly disciplined, and will never even consider behaving in such a foolish and selfish manner ever again?" Every word was driven home by a hard swat with a callused palm, but more so by the love she heard behind his words.
She no longer attempted to dodge his hand. Instead, she went limp over his lap and finally truly accepted the need for punishment. Though she submitted, he didn't stop until he had covered every point, and apparently every bare patch of her bottom too. Though she accepted her need for the spanking, it didn't keep her from an occasional plea for him to stop. Hell, she even tried to change his mind by telling him it was the wrong kind of spanking.
"Really?" he said, his hand pausing again. "Perhaps you are right. Maybe I should put you into the corner while I go to the Mercado and find a nice, hard paddle or maybe a wooden hairbrush?"
"No! I-I mean…" she gave a deep sigh in defeat.
"Cute thought, little one, but this is the only type of spanking naughty little girls get. Daddies only give those other kind of spankings to very good little girls."
She learned that daddies would make certain that smart mouthed little girls would stop to think before offering suggestions in spanking protocol. When he adjusted her again to tip her even further forward, her nose coming within inches of the puddle of tears that had pooled on the floor, she also learned that being spanked on her bottom was far, far preferable than being spanked on her thighs. From the first smack that landed on her left sit-spot, she was crying out true contrition. His hand began again, peppering smacks down the back of her left thigh, moving to give both her tender sit-spots another round before repeating blazing, burning smacks down the back of her right thigh. Her Daddy didn't stop until she was beyond the ability to speak, blubbering and wailing, finally taking his lessons to heart and releasing all the guilt she felt, all the emotions she'd held pent up inside her.
When it was blessedly, finally over, he lifted her to sit on his lap again, much as he had previously done with her head tucked under his chin and his arm around her shuddering shoulders. His other hand stroked her tear-dampened hair, her arm and her thigh.
"Shhh. Daddy is here. It's over. I've got you and will take care of you," he reassured her with feather soft fingers stroking up and down her bare arm. "I love you, baby. Let it go; it's over."
When her hiccupping and sobbing slowed and she might have drifted off, Trent led her into the bathroom and left her standing by the bathtub. Her heart was racing as memories of a scene that had her terrified ran through her mind. She couldn't draw a breath until she saw him turn on the taps of the tub… not the shower.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You need a bath, little girl. Daddy is going to give you a bath and w
ash your hair. I wanted to do this last night but you were too ill. I'm afraid your hair got in the way while you were sick, even though I tried to hold it back." He stood up and reached for the hem of her dress.
"No, I can do it myself." She pushed her skirt down, stepping away from him quickly. She was mortified that he had seen her getting sick and worse that he might think she smelled like puke.
"Little girls do not bathe themselves. Now get over here and let Daddy take care of you. I'm pretty sure you are not up to having another spanking today. Your choice, easy way or hard way?" He held his hand out to her like a child offers a treat to a skittish dog. "Come now. Right here." He pointed to the spot in front of him.
She couldn't look up at his face, but she stepped closer. This time when he reached for her skirt she let him take it up over her head. She crossed her arms strategically over her chest.
"Bubbles or no?"
She nodded her head vigorously, desiring the small measure of privacy the bubbles might give her. When he reached for the bottle she hurried to climb in the large jetted tub.
"Ah Ah, wait for Daddy. Don't rush. You will fall and hurt yourself." He took her arm and steadied her as she stepped into the tub.
She settled down into the water with a little hiss and a little glare at him when her sore bottom touched the hot water.
His eyebrow lifted. "Are you really giving me an ugly look?"
Swallowing hard, her bottom reminding her that being disrespectful wasn't a good idea, she shook her head. "Sorry," she whispered. When he just nodded, she relaxed a bit and then kicked her feet in front of her, trying to aid in the bubble production.
"Hey, now. No splashing."
"I'm sorry. I was just trying to make the bubbles," she apologized quickly, worrying about upsetting him.
"It is okay. I was just teasing you." He reached behind her to the dial on the wall. "Daddy knows the fastest way to make bubbles." He smiled warmly at her and turned on the jets. The foaming bubbles quickly filled the tub, completely covering all but her head in no time. She watched him warily as he grabbed a washcloth and sat down on the side of the bath tub.
