Hero Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  She needed to learn to obey.

  Angus eyed him. “You sure? I know I asked you to step up last weekend, but you’re not a club Dom, I can go find someone else to watch over her. They can take care of her punishment.”

  “Do I get a say in this?” Betsy asked.

  “No,” both men answered together.

  Angus watched Ink closely. “You seem like you’re on edge. Go find a sub to scene with. I’ll find someone else to do this.”

  “You got a free club Dom who’s used to dealing with a Little?” Ink growled. Betsy let out a small gasp. It was a guess, of course. However she also wasn’t protesting.

  Angus raised his eyebrows, looking genuinely surprised. “She’s a Little? She never said anything. She marked ‘no’ against anything related to age play.”

  Ink glanced down at her. “She didn’t tell you that we visited the Littles’ room last weekend?”

  “No, she did not.”

  “Hmm, Betsy, did you lie to Angus when filling out your contract?” Ink asked.

  “That’s more punishment if you did,” Angus rumbled.

  “I…I didn’t. I’m not…I mean…I don’t think I am…” She took a deep breath, composing herself. “I don’t know, but I guess I’d like to explore things more.”

  “Sounds like she didn’t deliberately hold anything back,” Ink told Angus who just nodded.

  “Fine. You take care of the punishment for her disobeying the club rule. I want it to be in public so all the other subs know what happens if they run around, breaking the club rules. Are you going to help her explore her Little side?”

  Ink stiffened. “Whoever is watching the Littles tonight would be better off helping her.”

  Angus just grunted. “Fine. Punish her then leave her in the Littles’ area. With a stranger. If that’s what you really want.”

  Angus turned and walked away, leaving him with Betsy.

  Christ.

  This is not what he had come here for. Right now, he should have a sub tied up and writhing on a spanking bench or the cross, a crop in his hand, watching her ass turn red as he drove her higher and higher towards release.

  He should not be about to punish a sweet, naïve sub who had no idea of her needs or desires. Who had nearly found herself with the worst Dom in the club.

  He was angry with her for nearly ending up in Jeffries’s hands. It wasn’t entirely fair. She didn’t know Jeffries. Didn’t know what he was capable of.

  Then again, if she’d followed the rules, she wouldn’t have found herself in that situation.

  So yeah, she needed to be punished. If only to learn that the rules were there to keep her safe.

  “Come,” he grunted at her.

  She gave him a worried look. She should be worried. He was in a foul mood. He told himself it was because this was yet another delay she’d caused him and less about the fact that she’d been in trouble and if he hadn’t been here tonight…

  Yeah, he didn’t want to think about that.

  He paused as he realized she was following behind him. He glanced back at her. “Where are you supposed to be walking?”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  He grunted and took her over to a bench that was laid against one wall. It was a place for people to sit and watch scenes or gather their breath. Sometimes it could be used for aftercare.

  Right now, it suited his needs fine. It was dark enough that it gave an illusion of privacy. But still in public.

  Turning to her, he crossed his arms over his chest as he glared down at her. “Do you know why you’re being punished, Betsy?”

  “Um, because I didn’t go to the sub area when I first arrived?”

  “That’s right. Why didn’t you?”

  She chewed her lip. “I don’t really know.”

  He sighed. “Lying is just going to get you more punishment.”

  “Yes, Sir. Sorry.”

  “I get that you’re new at this, that you’re maybe a bit confused and scared. But you have to understand that the rules are there to keep you safe. Jeffries preys on new subs. He uses their naivety against them. He gets off on causing pain and fear and he doesn’t care if that’s something you have agreed to or not. He was banking on the fact that you didn’t know enough of the rules to ask for someone to help you negotiate the scene. He’d have pushed and bullied you until you agreed to what he wanted. You understand what I’m saying? If I hadn’t come along when I did, right now you’d likely find yourself in a situation you didn’t want and didn’t know how to get out of.”

  “But isn’t that what a safeword is for?”

  “Yeah. But you can’t safeword with a gag in, right? There is safety in playing at a club, but there are ways around things if you know what you’re doing. And that sick bastard knows all the ways to get what he wants. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Words, Betsy.”

  “I understand.”

  “If you’d obeyed the rules that are meant to keep you safe then he wouldn’t have gotten close to you. Or if you had wanted to scene with him a club Dom would have negotiated for you, they’d have ensured you were safe.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”

  “Which is why you need to follow the rules. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Right, so what’s your safeword?”

  “Red.”

  “What are your hard limits?”

  “Umm, no whips. No needles or knives. Nothing that would break skin. Nothing permanent. No piercings or electricity. No scat play. I didn’t even know that was a thing,” she whispered, probably not intending for him to hear. “No humiliation. No blindfolds or gags. No bondage.”

  “No bondage?” he asked surprised. “At all?”

  She shook her head.

  Fuck. She’d have been in real trouble with Jeffries.

  “That’s it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What about sexual play? That’s okay?”

  She stiffened. “It’s a soft limit.”

  It surprised him, with the level of unease she felt at being touched, but he just nodded. “You marked age play as a hard limit?”

  “I…I…yes.”

  “All right, we’ll talk about that after your punishment.” He sat down on the bench. “Lay yourself over my lap, it’s a count of twenty.”

  “You…you mean you’re going to…”

  “I’m going to spank you. Twenty times. With my hand.”

  A tremble rocked her. He gave her a few seconds to think that through. He wasn’t going to force her. That wasn’t what this was about. But if she couldn’t accept this punishment then they were going to have problems. She had to follow club rules, and accept punishment when she broke them.

  She cleared her throat. “Twenty?”

  “Twenty.”

  “And you’ll stop if I say my safeword?”

  “Yes. But there will be another punishment.”

  “All right,” she whispered.

  He held up his hand, waiting to see if she would take it. She slipped her hand into his. Still chilled.

  “You’re cold.”

  “I don’t have much on.”

  He had to stop himself from checking her out. He’d deliver this spanking, drop her off in the Littles room area then go find someone to play with.

  Simple, right?

  He positioned her over his lap. She was wearing another of those outfits that was basically made up of a series of straps. Did she get a two-for-one deal or something? If she was his, he’d dress her in something sweeter. Softer. Something that matched her personality better.

  But she’s not yours.

  “This time, the spanking is over your panties. Next time, they’re down around your ankles, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied with a small sniffle. It sent a crack through his heart. Christ. If he let her, she’d worm her way on through his barriers with her big sad eyes.

 
He thought about trying to ease her into it, but maybe that was more like torture since it was just delaying the inevitable.

  The first smack of his hand against her ass had her jolting. She let out a small gasp, but that was it. He spanked her right cheek then her left. Back and forth, he covered her entire small ass with hard smacks of his hand.

  After ten, he paused and took stock. She was quiet.

  “Betsy? Are you all right?”

  She stiffened and tried to turn her head to see him, but in this position that wasn’t easy and she soon gave up.

  “Yes, Sir.” She sounded calm. Betsy definitely had walls. They were thick. He wondered what it would take to get them to drop.

  A lot of time and patience and commitment, likely.

  Things he didn’t have much of.

  “Is it…is it over?” she asked hesitantly.

  “No, brown eyes. You have ten more.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  He smacked his hand down on her ass again. Harder. She grunted.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  He could feel her ass growing warmer under his hand. A few people stopped to watch. After landing the last few spanks, he placed his hand on her bottom. A small shudder worked its way through her.

  Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected as he’d thought.

  “All over, brown eyes,” he murmured, rubbing her lower back.

  He helped ease her up, standing her on her feet between his legs. Her gaze was downcast.

  “Betsy, look at me,” he said firmly.

  She kept her face down.

  “Betsy,” he warned.

  She raised her gaze and there was a look of raw emotion on her face that shocked him. It looked like longing and fear all tied into one. Then her eyes closed and the look was gone, her mask back up.

  The need to touch her, to hug her, to reassure her flooded him.

  As soon as he let go of her waist, her legs gave out on her and he caught her, standing and drawing her up into his arms.

  She let out a small cry

  “Easy, brown eyes. I’m just going to carry you over to somewhere more private so I can give you aftercare and we can have a talk. You’re all right.” He kept his voice low, calm.

  “I can w-walk.”

  “Since you nearly fell over when I just helped you up, I’m thinking that walking right now isn’t a good idea. And look, we’re already here.”

  He set her down on a cool, leather couch. She immediately hissed and rolled onto her side.

  “Yeah, sitting might be a bit painful for a while,” he said almost cheerfully.

  “You think?” she muttered, probably not expecting him to hear.

  He forced himself to give her a stern look. “You just got your butt spanked; do you really think sassing me right now is a good idea?”

  Her eyes widened and he had to hold back a smile. Truthfully, he didn’t much give a shit. In fact, he kind of liked the show of attitude.

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  He crouched down in front of her. “I’m letting it go with a warning. This time.”

  He stood. A cool hand wrapped around his wrist. “Please don’t go.”

  “I’m just going to go get you a drink of water,” he soothed.

  “I’m not thirsty. Please don’t leave me Sir.”

  “All right, brown eyes.” He reached up for a blanket, placing it gently around her. His fingers brushed against the skin of her arm. Shit, she was chilled.

  “You’re freezing,” he commented as he sat beside her.

  “I always run a bit cold.”

  “After a scene or punishment, a Dom should always make sure you’re okay. If you need some time to readjust, he’ll sit with you, talk to you, get you a drink. Take care of you. And it’s not just for you. A lot of Doms need this time too. I would like to hold you for a bit. Is that all right with you?”

  There was a beat of silence. He felt sure she would turn him down.

  “I think that would be okay,” she said so quietly he almost asked her to repeat herself. Instead he reached out and put an arm carefully around her shoulders, drawing her into his body. She shocked him by letting out a big sigh and leaning into him. He ran his fingers up and down her arm, wishing he was touching her bare skin rather than the blanket that lay over her.

  “Is there anything you want to talk about? Something you might have felt that you don’t understand?”

  More silence.

  “No, Sir.”

  “All right,” he murmured. “But it’s good to know how you feel after a scene or punishment so I can know whether you need any help understanding something.”

  She tensed slightly and he thought she might say something then she slumped and shook her head. “I’m okay.”

  “All right, Betsy.” Disappointment flooded him. And he forced himself to pull back.

  He wasn’t looking for complicated.

  “Why didn’t you reach out for help from anyone when Master Dean approached you? When I saw you, you were just standing there, doing or saying nothing.”

  “I…I…could have asked for help?”

  Fuck. That made him feel ill.

  He gently clasped hold of her chin, raising her face. “You aren’t immediately stripped of your rights when you walk through that damn door, Betsy. You are in control here. If you don’t want to do something then you say your safeword. If for some reason whoever you’re with doesn’t heed it, you say it louder. You fucking scream it, okay? You do not go along with something that some prick wants just because you think you have to or you don’t want to rock the boat or whatever else you were fucking thinking. Your submission is a gift and no asshole has the right to take it from you. That’s abuse, got me?”

  She blinked several times, and he wished he could tell what she was thinking.

  “I understand, Sir,” she said quietly.

  “Good. Next time you come to the club, what are you going to do?”

  “Go straight to the sub area.”

  “Right. And if you feel you need it, you can ask for an escort. And you don’t negotiate a scene yourself, understand?”

  “Y-yes. I…I…”

  “What is it?”

  “Can you negotiate the scenes for me? Since you’re my mentor?”

  Fuck, no. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to rein in his first reaction. He didn’t want her to think he was rejecting her. Fact was, he didn’t want her scening with anyone else. His possessiveness wasn’t a good thing.

  “I can’t be your mentor, Betsy. I’m not here often enough and I’m not a club Dom. Last weekend was just a favor.”

  “But tonight…”

  “I stepped in because I saw you with that ass, Jeffries, and you looked terrified. Stay away from him, all right?”

  She shuddered. “Yes, all right.”

  “I’m only here tonight to scene then I’m going. I probably won’t be back for several weeks.”

  “Oh.” She was silent. “If you want someone to scene with, I could…” she trailed off.

  “You couldn’t give me what I need, brown eyes.” He tried to soften the blow, but he felt her flinch. She sat up and he let her move away from him. “I need a sub with more experience. Tell me why you put age play down as a hard limit.”

  “I’m not…I’m not interested.”

  Right. And he had some magic beans to sell. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wish to, Betsy. But do not lie to me.”

  Right, because you’re so truthful with her?

  He hadn’t lied exactly. He preferred subs with experience. And he didn’t want her getting attached to him.

  “I…I…I’m not sure about any of it.”

  “Understand that, babe. But don’t cut yourself off from something entirely if you feel an interest just because it doesn’t seem like you should like it. This is the place where you can let your needs and desires out without fear of being judged.”

  Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were still people w
ho would judge her. But there was more acceptance here than outside these walls.

  “How did you feel the other night when we were in the Littles’ room? And before you answer, tell me the truth.”

  More silence.

  “I guess I was nervous, and scared and interested. I felt more at home there than I do out here. Being out here, it’s kind of scary. In there, it felt safer.”

  Okay, that was far more than he thought she would tell him.

  “It’s not something…I mean, I never thought I would want…I haven’t got toys. I don’t…I’ve never…”

  “None of that means that you’re not a Little. Some slip easily into Little space. Some prefer to spend most of their time in Little space. Others find it harder. All the worries, the stresses that we feel as adults can be hard to put aside. But once you do, I’ve been told it’s freeing.”

  “It sounds nice.” There was a hint of longing in her voice.

  “There’s no right or wrong way to be, Betsy. But if it’s something that you are drawn to, would it really hurt to explore it?”

  He liked that she stopped to think about it without giving an immediate answer.

  “I suppose I could do that.”

  “Brave girl. Come on, I’ll escort you to the Littles’ room. The monitor there will watch over you.”

  She stiffened but then gave a nod.

  “Words, brown eyes.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  6

  Fuck it.

  God damn motherfucking crap.

  He took a deep breath and looked down at the sub kneeling next to the spanking bench, waiting for his instruction. He should be giving her his full attention. He owed it to her.

  Shit. He couldn’t scene with his mind on something else.

  Someone else.

  Someone who’d stared at him like he was abandoning her when he left her in the Littles’ room, under the watchful eye of a Daddy Dom monitor. She was safe. He needed to focus on taking care of the sub in front of him. They’d negotiated the scene already. Everything was set up.

  Yet, he was standing here. Freaking useless.

  “Ink?” A hand landed on his shoulder.

  He started, pulling back into a defensive stance. Fuck! How had he managed to be so out of it that he hadn’t even heard someone approach?