by Sara Fields
“Don’t make me repeat myself, little girl.”
“Daddy! Please!”
“Tick tock, Irena. The longer you delay, the more times your ass will pay the price.”
Darrius had never been quite this dominant before, and even though she wanted to hate it, she couldn’t. Her body reacted with visceral force and she felt the evidence dripping onto her thighs. She was wetter than she had ever been.
“I lied to you, Daddy. I ate some more raspberries when you told me not to and then I fibbed about it, even when you told me to be honest.”
“I want you to remember this punishment. If you ever lie to me again, little girl, no matter how trivial you think the lie is, this bottom of yours will pay for it. It disappoints me that you couldn’t be honest with me.”
His palm cracked down on her right cheek and then again on the left. His strike was firm, every spank meeting its mark. It didn’t take long for it to begin to hurt and no matter how sore it made her, it continued. She yelped when his arm snaked around her waist and propped her up a little higher, allowing the sensitive area where her bottom met her upper thighs to become more accessible. He wasted no time in spanking her there and tears prickled at her eyes. When he finally paused, she breathed a sigh of relief before a cool, familiar feeling settled against her warmed skin.
It was time for the paddle.
“No, please, Daddy! I’m sorry! I won’t ever lie again! Please, not the paddle!”
He didn’t say another word and she gulped as the implement left her bottom cheeks and came crashing back down. She cried out at the sudden shock, the sting much more piercing than the hardness of his palm.
The paddle lit into her backside and because he was holding her about the waist, it didn’t matter how much she kicked or struggled. She knew the spanking would end when he decided it was over and she had no choice in the matter.
Having realized this, a sort of calm washed over her. She had lied to him. She’d been becoming increasingly annoyed with him and could even admit to herself she’d been asking for a spanking. If he hadn’t paddled her for lying, then she would have felt let down. Even though being punished hurt, his heavy palm reminded her that he cared for her.
She accepted the fact that she needed to be punished.
The harshness of the paddle bit through her thoughts and tears blurred her vision. Darrius began to spank her sit spots and upper thighs. Unable to hold back any longer, she began to sob, both from the soreness of her bottom and the guilt she felt for disappointing him.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I never wanted to disappoint you,” she cried, tears racing down her cheeks.
“You’re going to get ten more with the paddle, then we’re going to move on to the belt, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she relented, her voice sad. With a deep breath, she raised her bottom for him, giving him a better target. Her skin felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees and it wasn’t yet over. The paddle cracked down hard on her right cheek and then her left in a steady rhythm, much harder than before. She howled and was blubbering and bawling before he finished. He put the paddle down and stroked her heated bottom, calming her a little. He picked her up and held her in his arms, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Almost done, little one. Do you need some corner time before we finish?”
She nodded into his shoulder, her tears still falling. Her bottom on fire, she couldn’t believe her punishment wasn’t over. Sniffling, she tried to gather herself as he hugged her close. After a long moment, he rose and carried her over to a nearby tree. He had placed a blanket on the ground and put her feet down on it.
“I want your hands on your head and your nose against the tree. Don’t you dare touch that bottom. I want that red backside on display. When you’re ready to continue, you call for me and we will finish your punishment.”
“Ok. I understand, Daddy,” she whispered softly.
Turning toward the tree, she put her hands on her head, threading her fingers together, elbows out. Leaning forward a little, she obeyed and placed her nose closer to the tree. Her tears had finally stopped, but her breathing was still uneven.
Her bottom felt big, sore, and on display. She knew if anyone was in the area, they would have heard her getting spanked and her loud cries. There was no way she’d just taken that part of her punishment with dignity. She’d been spanked just like a little girl over her daddy’s lap and it wasn’t even over! He had told her she was getting the paddle and the belt!
She’d never been spanked with such an implement before and was nervous, yet being placed in the corner of the meadow like she was, she wasn’t scared. Instead, she felt calm about the whole ordeal. Darrius would never take her further than she could handle. He knew what was best for her. In that moment, she accepted that.
Her tears finally dry and her breathing even, she called out for him.
“Daddy? I’m ready for the belt. Can we finish my spanking now?”
“Yes, sweetie.”
She jumped, the voice a little closer than she expected, but she didn’t dare turn around until he gave her permission to do so.
“You may drop your hands now,” he said as the pads of his fingers settled around her waist. “Put your arms around my neck and I will carry you. I’m going to lay you down on the log, okay?”
She nodded and obeyed his directions without a fuss, letting him carry her where he wanted her. Before long, she was lying on the tree face down, her bottom a throbbing hot target waiting to be whipped with his belt.
“I want you to hold onto the tree with your hands. I’m going to give you ten hard strokes to remind you never to lie to your daddy again. It’s very important your hands stay where they are. Should your hands reach back at any time, I will start the count over, do you understand?”
“I understand. Hands above my head, Daddy.”
He placed his hand on her lower back, pinning her to the log.
“I want you to count each one. I also want you to tell me that you will never lie again. Ready?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, feeling her body tense.
“Relax that bottom. Show me you are a good girl.”
Struggling, she finally relaxed and heard a loud swish behind her and then a hearty crack. The belt seemed to ignite a line of fire across her cheeks, much more intense than she had expected. It took a long moment for her to calm herself before remembering what she had been told to do.
“One. I will never lie to my daddy again.”
The next stroke blazed across her backside and she counted again. The next followed in quick succession, taking her breath away. Her body reacted and she felt her nipples harden to tight little points. Her thighs felt slick with her arousal despite the pain as she felt it roll over her, quickly turning into something more, something pleasurable.
“Three. I will never lie again, Daddy,” she breathed, lifting her bottom for the next stroke. With each lash of the belt, her body heated further. When they finally reached ten strokes, she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted more.
“Daddy?” she sighed, lifting her bottom suggestively.
“Do you need more, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, please whip my bottom more.”
He paused for a moment, before bringing the belt down across her cheeks again, laying ten quick lines from the top of her bottom to mid-thigh.
“Oh, my god, Daddy, please, I need to come!”
She felt insatiable, the pleasure pain washing over her driving her into desperation.
“Daddy, please take me. I want your cock inside me. I can’t take it!”
She wasn’t even thinking anymore, her mouth saying exactly what her body needed. She wanted him to take things further, craved for him to claim her in ways she couldn’t even imagine. His arms wrapped around her, lifting her and throwing her down on the soft blanket on the ground. She lay on her back, breathing heavily as he stared down at her.
He looked back at her intense
“Irena,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
“Daddy, please, fuck me,” she begged, her legs straddling around his thighs. He knelt, his thick hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees spreading her wide.
“Marry me. Be mine forever,” he said, reaching underneath his tunic to show her his necklace. He leaned back and unhooked the chain, allowing a ring to fall into his hand.
Holding it up so she could see, he watched as she gasped with delight.
A small white-gold ring with a single diamond sparkled underneath the sunlight. Happiness soared through her entire being. He wanted to marry her. She would be his wife. It was something she had never considered before, but now that he had said the words, she wanted nothing more. He was her daddy and her man forever.
“Yes. Daddy, I want to be your wife,” she sighed happily, offering him her left hand. He slipped it onto her ring finger and she squealed with delight. “Now please fuck me already!” she begged.
He undid his slacks then, allowing his massive cock to spring free into the cool forest air and she couldn’t help but giggle with excitement.
“Such language. I see that I’m going to have to spank that bottom of yours every day,” he growled as he leaned forward.
The head of his cock nudged at the entrance to her pussy and she groaned at its heat.
“This is going to hurt, sweetheart, at first, but after, I promise you that I’ll make you scream with such pleasure that you will love it.”
“Okay, Daddy, I trust you,” she said, meeting his eyes. His own gaze was warm and loving. He leaned down and brought his lips to meet hers and that’s when his hips surged forward, spearing right into her very core.
Shocking pain radiated throughout her and she cried out into his mouth, but his kisses stifled her sounds. He stilled, allowing her body to get used to the size of his girth. Before long, the pain faded away and she felt restless.
She moaned and rolled her hips a little, urging him to continue. She felt so deliciously full.
He pulled his head back slowly, keeping her eyes locked with his.
“I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re going to get it hard, little girl.”
She didn’t have a spare moment to respond as his hips began to move. His cock slammed into her again and again, so hard that she had to wind her arms around his neck. His cock felt so good, so big, and so different than anything she had before. This was nothing like the pleasure he’d given her before; this was so much better.
She moaned as he took her hard, feeling as though she had been caught up in a tornado. Her desire rocketed through her, climbing her higher and higher until she flew off into the sky. She came hard, her pussy clenching around his length.
She orgasmed once and then twice, losing her grip on him. His hands grasped around her waist, holding her still as he pumped into her. His hold was strong and his cock seemed to pierce deeper and deeper inside her.
Her entire body tensed and so did his. As her orgasm broke, her sight went white hot. She felt him tremble and all at once, his seed splashed hot inside her. At this realization, her own pleasure soared higher, every muscle in her body quivering with her passion.
It took a long time for the effects of their lovemaking to calm. She clung to him, breathing hard, his cock still deep inside her. When he eventually pulled out from her, she whined in disappointment, feeling shockingly empty for the very first time. She felt his hot seed trickle down her thigh and she grinned.
He lay down beside her and pulled her close.
“Such a good little girl,” he whispered in her ear and she nearly purred in response.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” she breathed, her throat hoarse from her screams of pleasure. “I can’t wait to do that again and again.”
He reached over to their packed lunch basket and pulled out a white cloth. He guided her legs apart and thoroughly cleaned off the evidence of their lovemaking. Smiling down at her, he said, “Any time, baby girl. When you are my wife, it will be my sole duty to bring you happiness and to fuck you every day until you beg me to stop.”
With a moan, she pushed herself up to a seated position. She put a hand on his chin and pressed her lips up to meet his in a kiss that left her wanting so much more.
“Promise?”
“You got it, little girl,” he growled before pushing her back to the ground. His cock, hard once again, nudged at the entrance to her pussy. He pressed it slowly into her and she arched in response, loving every second of it.
Taking things more slowly this time, he spent time worshipping her body, kissing every inch of her, bringing her to heights she could have never imagined. By the time they finally ate their packed lunch, it was dinnertime. He fed her every morsel and she reveled in his attention. His ring around her finger felt perfect and she couldn’t have asked for a better day.
When the sun began to fall in the sky, Darrius helped her to dress again. She helped him to fold the blankets he had put down and picked up the leftovers from their meal. By the time they were riding back to the cabin, she was fast asleep, snug against his warmth.
She didn’t even remember being tucked into bed that night until she woke beside Darrius that next morning.
Chapter Ten
Over the next few days, they couldn’t get enough of each other. Irena spent more time in bed than she ever had before. There wasn’t a moment that Darrius didn’t dote on her, brushing her hair, bathing her, cooking for her, or helping her to dress. Her favorite activity was when he read fairytales to her. The stories of true love and adventure warmed her heart, as well as her mind. She loved being taken care of.
“Irena?”
“Hmmm,” she responded one lazy morning. She lay back, her head on the pillow, and turned toward him, still sleepy from their late-night activities.
“We’re going into Renvale today. It’s time we picked out a wedding dress for you.”
“You mean the big city?” she asked excitedly.
When he nodded, she giggled with glee. The idea of going into the big city excited her immensely. Pushing herself up, she felt like a child about to walk into the biggest candy store she’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait.
“It’s only about an hour’s ride to the north. Let’s get ready and eat some brunch. Maybe I’ll even let us stay the night in a fancy hotel and show you some of the city sights. What would you think of that?”
“Oh, Daddy! I’d like that very much. Would you like me to go and gather some fruit?”
“Yes. Bring us in some berries. Don’t you eat any until we sit down at the table though. I wouldn’t want you to have to try on wedding dresses with a sore red bottom.”
She gulped in response and nodded hurriedly.
“Don’t worry. I won’t. I promise.”
“Good girl.”
She watched him as he climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of black pants and a gray tunic. He opened a wooden armoire in the corner, and she saw his leather armor hung up within it. She recognized it from the night he had rescued her, but hadn’t seen him wear it since.
She climbed out of bed and plodded over to him. She reached out to touch the tough well-worn leather before looking back at him.
“Trey and Zed will be joining us on the journey. They will help watch over you and provide us with some extra protection. I would trust them with my life.”
He pulled out his armor and laid it on the bed, before fetching one of her dresses. Swiftly, he pulled a chemise over her head and laced up her corset. He then chose her elegant long-sleeved purple velvet dress and slipped it over her head. Rowena had sewn the beautiful gown to fit her like a glove. The front of the garment laced up just like her corset, leaving her to feel attractive and ladylike while on Darrius’s arm.
She slipped a pair of flats onto her feet and grabbed a small basket. Skipping outside into the backyard, she picked some apples from the tree and some berries from the nearby bushes. Despite the temptation, she did not sneak a single one, knowing that he was probably watching. After her last punishment for lying, the residual soreness had lasted for days and she was in no hurry to experience such discipline any time soon.
He had also decided that she was going to get the wooden paddle applied to her backside once a week to remind her that he was in charge. She had protested, but that had only earned her a quick trip over his lap in which he applied a few additional swats with the dreaded implement. If she wasn’t mistaken, her ‘spanking day’ was coming up quicker than she wanted. In fact, she thought it was tomorrow that she was going to be paddled and put to bed with a red hot bottom. She swallowed deeply, before realizing she should get back inside.
Her pussy quivered at the thought and she could feel her arousal gathering between her thighs. Her nipples hardened as well, almost as though an electric jolt had traveled through her system. She glanced back at Darrius, only to see him grin back at her. She shivered with desire and looked down at her basket, realizing it was full.
Taking a deep breath, she wandered back inside, only to find the cabin full of delicious smells as well as Darrius fully outfitted in his chainmail tunic and black leather armor. If she didn’t know him so well, she would have thought he looked terrifying and strong, a lethal combination.
Instead, she let her eyes roam up and down his body and he smirked at her.
“With you around, I could never be a damsel in distress,” she teased and he chuckled.
“You didn’t eat any of the berries, did you?” he asked, his face turning a bit more serious.
She shook her head adamantly. She hadn’t eaten even one.
He smiled, sensing her truthfulness and gently took the basket from her.
“Good. I was thinking of making you a treat. What would you think of having some raspberry pancakes?” he pressed, grinning proudly back at her.
“Oh! That sounds so yummy!”
“Good. Set the table and then sit down. I’ll have breakfast ready shortly.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, beaming with delight. She wasted no time in reaching into the cabinets for plates and silverware. He had already placed a small ceramic pitcher full of maple syrup on the table for them. A fresh jar of milk was on the table and she pulled out two clay jugs. Carefully, she filled each one and placed them by the table settings she had prepared.
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