Daddy's Perfect Princess (The Shape of Love Book 1)

by Stella Moore

  “It’s supposed to hurt, little girl.” He paused just long enough to shift her forward, giving him unfettered access to her most sensitive spots. “It’s supposed to make you never want to be here again.” His grip on her arm tightened, the only warning she had before he started spanking harder, the sound of his hand connecting with her bare skin echoing like a gunshot in the room.

  “I’m sorry!” The words were a long, mournful wail as her breath began to catch in her chest. She was already close to tears, and she knew he wasn’t close to being done.

  A few more heavy, painful swats and he stopped. But he didn’t rub her bottom the way he usually did, and she whimpered, missing the comfort he usually provided. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, little girl. Not for something like this.”

  “I know,” she replied quietly.

  “Not only did you do something dangerous, you deliberately hid it from me to avoid getting in trouble. Which tells me you knew you shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place, correct?”

  His words had her stomach twisting with guilt. “Yes, Daddy. I knew you’d be mad. I didn’t know I’d get so sick, though,” she added, desperate to inspire some kind of leniency.

  “You said you took a few and nothing bad happened so you started taking more. So you knew there was a possibility something could happen, didn’t you, Melinda Rose?”

  She’d kind of hoped that part of her story had gotten lost in the mix. “I guess.”

  “And yet you took the pills anyway and hid it from me.”

  The hurt under the anger tore at her. She didn’t think he could punish her enough to fully cleanse her of the guilt she felt over hurting him so badly. “Yes. I’m sorry, Fox. I won’t ever do anything like that again, I swear.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. I think we’re ready for part two.” He shifted under her, and she felt him tap something solid and heavy against her bottom. “Remember that bath brush we picked up a couple weeks ago? The one we played with, but you hated it so much we both decided it would only be used for the worst offenses?”

  Oh, God. “I remember,” she whispered.

  “The next time you so much as think about hiding something from your daddy, you remember the bath brush is waiting for you at home.”

  With that dire pronouncement, he moved his right leg to lock over both of hers, and seconds later the brush connected. Her first thought was that it was much louder than she remembered, and she was glad her neighbors weren’t close. Then she didn’t have any thoughts outside of the burst of acute, burning pain in her backside.

  The reasons she hated the bath brush came flooding back. The wood stung, creating a surface burn unlike any other implement they’d experimented with. And it was heavy, so it drove the pain deep into her flesh. No doubt she’d have some bruising, and would likely feel this spanking for days.

  By the second agonizing stroke, she was ready to beg forgiveness. She swore to herself she’d never keep even the tiniest secret from her daddy. Whatever it took to make sure she never had to experience this again.

  Unlike the so-called warm-up, Fox took his time with the brush. He paused between swats, giving her time to truly absorb the pain before delivering the next.

  By the sixth, the pressure in her chest had become unbearable, but the tears wouldn’t come. Frustration built right alongside the pain in her bottom. Why couldn’t she cry? She wanted the tears, needed them to fully let go of the guilt churning inside of her.

  When Fox began to lecture, she focused on his words, hoping they’d bring the release she needed. “You will not,” the crack of the brush sent another wave of agony through her bottom, “keep secrets from me.” The next swat made her breath catch, but still the tears wouldn’t come. “Especially when your health,” another burst of pain, this time to her already throbbing sit-spots, “or safety is at risk.” He punctuated the end of the lecture with three fast swats in a row to each cheek, and Mindy howled at the fierce, burning pain. “Do we have an understanding, little girl?”

  She let out a breath, her entire body shuddering with it. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

  “You’re doing so good, princess. We’re almost done.”

  The idea of even one more swat was horrifying. But, deep down, she knew she needed it. She still hadn’t been able to let go of the guilt. It sat in her chest, a solid rock of emotion that wouldn’t be moved.

  Fox lifted his leg so she could stand, and he helped her to her feet. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing with her and turning to place their pillows in the center of the bed.

  “Bottom up over the pillows.”

  With a small nod of acknowledgement, she climbed onto the bed and crawled into position. The sound of metal clinking drew her attention to Fox, and she watched in fascination as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops.

  She’d seen him undress dozens of times. Had watched him perform this exact act at the end of the day more than once. And yet, watching him now, knowing the purpose was so he could whip her ass, she was mesmerized by his actions. He folded the belt in half, and she raised her eyes up to meet his stern gaze.

  “Why are you being punished, Mindy?”

  It was a long, tense moment before she could respond. He always told her why she was being spanked. This was the first time he’d ever asked, and she wasn’t sure exactly what answer he was looking for. “Because I took pills that weren’t good for me?”

  He nodded. “You’re not being punished for hurting my feelings, or trying to impress your ex. I just wanted to be sure you understand the reason for the final part of your punishment. Try to stay still, princess.”

  His words knocked a chunk off the rock in her chest. He switched the belt to his right hand, and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch. Moments later, the leather snapped against her skin, leaving a line of sharp, stinging pain in its wake.

  Mindy squealed and kicked her feet against the bed, but she managed to stay in place. A second stroke quickly followed the first, and she felt the rock in her chest begin to crack. Then a third and a fourth, nearly on top of each other where her bottom met her thighs, and the rock crumbled a little more. She wiggled her hips a bit, trying to ease the burning pain, but was careful not to move out of position.

  “Are you going to talk to me when you start to feel insecure or frustrated, little girl?”

  Another stroke, the leather biting into her skin. Another crack in the rock. “Yes, Daddy!” she wailed, crossing her legs at the ankles in an effort to stay still.

  “Will you trust me when I give you instructions about your diet and not turn to strangers on the internet or look for quick fixes?”

  “Yes, Daddy! I’m sorry! Please stop!”

  “Almost done, baby.” Two more strokes, each one eliciting a quick, high scream from her. “Are you ever going to put your health at risk like this again?”

  “No! I promise!”

  One final stroke, the hardest yet. And still, the pressure in her chest sat there, just on the verge of crumbling. Mindy lay over the pillows, trembling as she pulled air in, desperate for some kind of relief. The combination of her flaming skin and the pressure in her chest was more than she could take.

  Fox stretched out on the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms with her head resting on his chest. “You can let go, now, princess.”

  “Can’t,” her voice was little more than a whimper, and she clung to him like a drowning woman who’d just found a life raft.

  “Sure you can,” he crooned, rubbing her back. “You need to forgive yourself, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

  At those words, the rock finally broke apart and she felt the rush of hot, cleansing tears. Curling into him, she buried her face in his chest as she wept.

  “There you go. Let it out, princess.”

  “I’m s-so s-sorry.” Her voice hitched with each sob that wracked her body.

  “I know. Me too. But it’s all behind us now.” His low, soothing voice settled over her like a blanket
of calm, gradually easing her pain until her sobs quieted to sniffles.

  “Better?”

  “Yeah.” She shifted against him and winced at the flash of pain. “Though I may never sit comfortably again.”

  “Probably not for a couple of days, but then you’ll be just fine.”

  She sighed, knowing he was right and not particularly looking forward to it. “Daddy?”

  “Yeah, princess?”

  “Can we get a hedgehog?”

  His hand on her back stilled. “A what?”

  Mindy grinned and tilted her head to look up at him. “A hedgehog. Like a porcupine, but cuddlier.”

  He was looking at her like she’d just grown three heads. “What the hell do you want a hedgehog for?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. They’re cute. Or we could get a cat.”

  His eyes narrowed. “We are not getting a cat.”

  “Well we don’t have the yard for a dog. And I want a pet.”

  She felt it the moment he reluctantly gave in. “Fine. But you have to take care of the damn thing.”

  Moving so she was laying on top of him, she pressed a loud kiss to his mouth. “Yes, Daddy.”

  The End

  Stella Moore

  Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

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