by Piper Stone
Okay, I was fully aware I deserved punishment. I’d crossed more than one line, but he should know that Mike had been the one putting our safety at risk. I wasn’t certain Daddy would believe me at this point. I was covered in oil as well as spray from the ocean water. I wasn’t going to tell him that I’d almost fallen into the water. That certainly would put icing on the cake. Ugh.
Daddy mumbled something under his breath as he slapped his key into the lock, moving inside his quarters without missing more than a single beat. After slamming and locking the door, he carted me into the bathroom, his much larger than mine, and plopped me into the shower. He immediately started the water. A cold blast dropped over my head.
“Oh! That’s cold!”
“You deserve a cold shower at this point, Summer, just to cool you off,” he said in a flat tone. My clothes were still on, everything now soaked as the powerful spray pummeled down. He kept my injured arm out to the wide, still mumbling under his breath.
I gasped from the chill and dropped my head, watching the water turn to an ugly brown, concentrating on the swirls of ringlets made. Within seconds, I was shivering. “I’ve learned my lesson. Okay? I shouldn’t have punched the asshole.”
“I doubt that.” He lifted his eyebrow, exhaling slowly.
“Please. Make it stop.”
Daddy only huffed. “This is just the beginning. Not only did you refuse to follow orders, but you got yourself injured in the process. Never mind that Mike could have a broken nose.”
“Yes, sir.” What else could I say? The pain in my wrist would be a grandiose reminder that I had a bad temper.
After at least five full minutes, the water was finally clear. I was a drowned rat, trying to keep from begging him any further. I had to face the music, whether I liked it or not.
Reaching around me, he turned off the water, taking several deep breaths before turning me toward him, gripping both forearms, his eyes falling to my wrist. “Look at me, kitten.”
I slowly lifted my head, gazing into his chocolate brown eyes, trying my best not to snivel like a silly little girl. “I’m really sorry, Daddy. He just made me furious.”
“I know you are sorry. I can tell you’re upset with yourself and that’s a good beginning. But, Jesus Christ. What in the hell did you think you were doing? It’s bad enough that you attempted to persuade Jared to put you on the job, but to fight with Mike? Reprehensible in every manner. I can’t have that on my rig. Do you understand what I’m saying? I can’t have any of my crew fighting. We’re on a tight schedule and you just blew it. I don’t know if we’re going to be able to get back on track, which will cost potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars for the company. I just don’t know.” His face was pained. “I’m just... disappointed.”
Hearing the single word was terrible, creating a pang so deep in my system that I wanted to cry. That wouldn’t do me any good. He didn’t want penance in that fashion. “Yes, sir.”
He took a deep breath then proceeded to undress me, taking his time as he pulled the filthy shirt over my head and carefully away from my wrist, dropping it onto the floor. “Hold out your arms,” he instructed, and I obeyed instantly, quivering as his hands touched my naked skin. “I need to make certain that you’re all right everywhere else. You could have puncture wounds or worse.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My nipples were instantly erect, forming little hard buds sticking out from my chest. They ached, much like they had before, longing for his caress. I didn’t think I’d get any of that this afternoon. Not after what I’d done.
Daddy was very gentle as he wrapped his arms around me, unfastening the bra clinging to my skin. I keep my eyes on the floor as he moved to my jeans, having difficulty unfastening and peeling away the wet material. He pushed them past my hips to my knees, dropping to his knees to untie and remove my boots.
I was mortified for so many reasons as he lifted one leg, tugging the dense cloth from my foot. I was forced to grab onto his shoulder as he repeated the action, freeing me of the dirty material. Next came my panties and as his fingers slipped underneath the thin elastic, I shuddered and a single moan escaped my mouth.
I heard his ragged breathing and bit my lower lip, trying to remain emotionless. I was failing. Everything about this was extremely intimate yet soothing in the strangest way. My daddy was taking care of me and for the first time, perhaps in my entire life, I felt safe. The realization stunned the hell out of me.
I instantly gathered the scent of my desire wafting between us and I’m certain he did as well. I was wet, even knowing what kind of harsh punishment I was going to receive. But I trusted him. The thought was riveting. He knew instinctively what was best for me and everything that the girl inside, the very frightened girl needed. I took several breaths, the sound more like sobs and tears finally formed in my eyes. I was so embarrassed. Full of humiliation and shame.
Perhaps he should have punished me in front of the crew, just like he mentioned he would if there was a next time. I’d failed him. I’d failed myself, going about my disagreement in the wrong way. I should have finished the job then explained the situation to Jared. But my fear was it would have been too late.
“Let me look.” His voice was much softer as he ran his fingers down one arm and the other, brushing just the tips of his fingers across my heated body. He slowly slid his fingers down my chest to my legs, tipping his head back and forth as he searched for any sign of injury. “Okay, that’s good. Turn around for me, kitten. Let Daddy see your back.”
My feet didn’t want to move in order to obey, but I managed, slowly facing the shower wall. I kept my arms out as he raked his nails down my spine, sending a shower of tingles straight into my quivering pussy. I was hot, searing internally and I knew my reaction was inappropriate, but there wasn’t anything about this rugged man that didn’t turn me on. Even goosebumps had popped along my arms and legs and their appearance had nothing to do with the chill in the air.
Only his touch.
His hot breath.
My lurid thoughts.
Please fuck me, Daddy. I’ll be a good little girl if you do.
I almost laughed at my wicked thoughts, closing my eyes briefly to envision him naked and sliding his groin back and forth across my ass. My mouth was dry as he pushed my legs farther apart, his hand dancing down the back of one leg and up the other. I could feel another whine coming, waiting to erupt and give me away.
Daddy slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers dancing back and forth across my swollen pussy lips. Electricity trickled through every vein and muscle, catapulting me into another location. I wasn’t the bad girl he needed to punish, but his lover ready to take his cock in any manner he demanded.
“I think you escaped any additional injury. I’m glad and you’re lucky you only have a sprain. I hope you know that. Tragedy could have occurred at any time. Do you understand me, kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy. I really did know what I was doing. You need to check behind Mike. Trust me. Okay?”
“We can talk about that later. First, we need to get you cleaned up.”
I was aware he’d restarted the water, only this time running his hand under the faucet before turning on the shower. The water was warm, like the softest blanket caressing away every chill. When he pulled the showerhead from the wall, moving the gentle stream over my aching body, my thoughts drifted to waking that morning, finding the teddy in my arms. My daddy had found out my other secret. I wasn’t certain whether to be mortified or awash with amazement. I’d felt like a princess, being taken care of in a manner than had never happened before.
He remained quiet as he allowed the stream to wash over me, finally placing it back in the holder and grabbing the bar of soap. “Dirty girls need to be cleaned.”
“I’m a dirty girl, Daddy?”
“Very much so, in several ways. You’re going to have to start obeying orders, kitten. I know what’s best for you. Can you understand that?”
“I... Yes, Dadd
y.”
Every move methodical, he turned me to face him, standing over me and lifting my chin with a single finger. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed ever, but I can’t tolerate your behavior. I can’t do it. I’m going to have to punish you severely.”
“I know, Daddy.” My eyes darted back and forth, and I wanted to say so many things, but my tongue was tied. Everything seemed surreal, as if I’d known Jack my entire life.
“Good girl.” He slipped the soap across my neck, sliding it up and down in such a gentle and loving manner. Everything he was doing I knew was in my best interest, even though I didn’t want another spanking. My bottom was still sore and I’d found it difficult to sit for breakfast that morning. Still, I would accept his punishment, hoping to please him. My daddy. The word was still chilling, confusing in so many ways. It felt so right calling him that and I’d never be able to explain the need to anyone. Not in my lifetime.
“Keep your arms out for me, baby girl, so I can wash you properly.”
I held out my arms and closed my eyes, caressed by the tone of his voice, so growly and husky, dripping with the kind of sensual overtones that would made any girl swoon. I tried not to think about his thick cock and the way his shaft felt in my hand as I squeezed, the concept of his hard throbbing shaft scintillating to the point I felt my pussy clench. The anticipation of what was going to happen was killing me, but I realized he wanted me forced to wait, thinking about all my bad deeds.
Daddy started humming a tune, what I didn’t know, but the sound was deliciously alluring, drawing me into a fully mesmerized state. I was his baby girl to do with what he wanted. There was no pretense, only a protective stance as he drew the soap down my chest, swirling the thick bar around my breasts then my nipples.
“You’re going to have to tell me why you acted in such a horrific manner. There’s something going on with you in your life. Do you want to tell me now?”
“No, Daddy. I just... I’m just not myself lately.”
“Hmmm... All right. We’ll leave it for now.” He continued humming as he moved to my tummy, taking precious time in soaping every inch of my skin. “But we are going to have a stern discussion.”
I opened my legs without being asked, biting my tongue as he slid the soap between my legs, washing my pussy then inner thighs, going all the way down to my feet. All he had to do was place his fingers on my shoulder and I turned around, taking several deep breaths as he proceeded to wash my back, using tender loving care.
I wanted to open up to him, to explain about my family situation, but I wasn’t entirely certain he’d believe me. How could he? My stepfather the monster, trying to hunt me down as if I belonged to the man? I couldn’t even believe it myself, but the truth was there. I was beginning to doubt I’d be able to run forever.
He tapped on my buttocks. “Bend over and open your ass cheeks for me.”
I knew this was the beginning of my punishment. I did as I was told, bending over, my trembling fingers opening my ass cheeks wide. I shuddered as the wafting air shimmied across my dark hole. Shame rolled through every brain cell in my mind. I was such a bad little girl.
His fingers moved down the crack of my ass, twirling around my puckered hole. Next, I felt the soap being slid up and down, gently washing my very private area. Using his soapy fingers, he slid one just inside my asshole. “Do you remember what I told you the first time?”
“Bad girls get fucked in the ass.”
“Very good, kitten. That is something you’re going to learn.” He pushed a second then third finger inside, thrusting past the tight ring. I wanted to be shaken, humiliated by the experience but this time, I was more aroused than ever, savoring the feel of his fingers violating me.
Panting, I gulped for air as he added a fourth finger, plunging in and out in slow and even actions. The soap burned slightly but I was euphoric, hungering for more. Almost as soon as the experience started, it was over, the showerhead coming back off the wall and spraying me down. He made certain there were no soapy suds, his eyes sweeping over me.
Disappointment.
Hunger.
Domination.
My mouth remained dry thinking about so many lurid thoughts.
When he was satisfied, he positioned me under the shower, taking a bottle of shampoo, placing several drops into his hand. “We have to make certain you’re beautiful again, just like my baby girl should be.” He started washing my hair, his long fingers running through my tangled strands. I was on fire, every inch of my skin awash with new prickles. I couldn’t believe how good the sensations were, dazzling yet subtle, beautiful in so many ways. My body swayed back and forth with every touch.
“Almost done, kitten. Then you’re going to be a very clean little girl, just like you’re supposed to be.”
“Yes, Daddy.” When he placed my head directly under the water, I tingled all over, blinking constantly as I watched the shampoo disappear into the drain. My teeth chattered, the anticipation killing me.
“Very nice. Now, let’s get you a towel.”
He left me for only seconds, grabbing a thick white fluffy towel and rubbing my arms vigorously then my hair, wrapping me in the warmth just before guiding me out of the shower.
Rubbing his finger across my cheek, he gave me a genuine caring smile, so protective. Loving. He took both arms again, his eyes twinkling. “You did very well.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I knew a spanking was coming soon and one I’d never forget.
“Okay, pumpkin. You’re going to get a very severe spanking. In fact, you’re going to get two. You’re going to have time to reflect on your behavior, telling me why you can’t make those kinds of decisions again. Go lean over the counter for me and I never want you to take your eyes off your reflection in the mirror. Do you understand?”
I honestly didn’t, but I nodded, only to be smacked on the ass once. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He guided me to the sink, stripping the towel away and waiting until I positioned myself in front of the mirror. “Take a good look at the bandage wrapped around your wrist. What happened could have been so much worse.”
Sighing, I wasn’t certain I could stand to look at the girl standing in front of me. She wasn’t the same one who’d been so defiant only an hour before. She also wasn’t the same one who’d fought so hard to gain her independence. She was simply... I had no words, no reality of who she’d become. I didn’t know me any longer. I’d been lost in a sea of shadows, wallowing in anger, and this man had found me.
“What do you see?” he asked, pointing toward the thin glass as he moved to a small cabinet, opening the door.
“I’m not certain, Daddy. Someone I no longer know.” I dared look in his eyes and the soulful look he gave me was far more comforting than he could ever imagine.
“We’re going to have to work on that.”
I could see the brush in the reflection and while it wasn’t wooden, the sight of it terrified me. I bit down on a moan threatening to slip past my lips. Trembling all over, I blinked back tears, angry with myself for resorting to violence. I was a loose cannon, unable to control my emotions.
He touched my shoulder, squeezing as he stood over me. His eyes were glistening, accentuating his overtly masculine features, carved cheekbones and a strong forehead. His massive rock-solid arms bulged from the thin tee shirt. Even his chiseled chest strained against the material and all I wanted to do was run my fingers across his pecs. I quivered, moving from foot to foot, my eyes locked with his until he nodded. “Spread your legs for me, Summer.”
I obeyed without question, still quivering.
Still hungering.
My daddy exhaled as he pressed his hand against my lower back, his fingers dancing across my skin.
“Wet skin creates a powerful sting, sweet kitten.” The timbre of his voice was low, commanding yet filled with sensuality. I watched in the mirror as he twirled the brush, fingering the thick nylon strands.
The first soli
d crack created a thudding sound but caused little pain. When he issued the second, planting the hard plastic against my other ass cheek, I expected a rush of anguish. My body didn’t seem to register any agony.
Until he issued the third and fourth.
Lights exploded in my brain, my ass now on fire. I gasped for air, leaning forward and trying to catch my breath. I dragged my nails across the small counter, trying to keep my position even though one leg just seemed to have a mind of its own, kicking up at the knee.
“Be a good girl, Summer.” He rubbed his hand over my bottom, brushing up and down as if he was simply grooming me.
“I’m... trying... Daddy.” I know I said the words. At least I think I did. I was concentrating on trying to keep my body in the exact placement as required, even though my mind was reeling. Blinking several times, my hot breath was already forming a steamy ring across the mirror, preventing me from glaring at him. A tiny portion of me knew this punishment was justified, while the larger portion wanted to lash out—my usual self. I bit my lower lip, shutting down all the nasty words forming inside my mind.
The next series of smacks brought me up onto my toes, stars sprinkling across my mind’s eye, but the twinkling effects had nothing to do with beauty. Oh, no. They were a reminder that I was receiving a severe spanking. I could feel the adrenaline kicking in, driving my blood pressure to a heightened level. My body simply fell forward, until my forehead was pressing against the glass.
My daddy tapped the brush against my upper thighs. “Legs further apart.”
I had no idea how I could open them any wider, but I tried, even as my mouth was smashed against the mirror. I slapped my hand on the surface as he spanked me long and hard, trying to blink away tears in the process. I lost the battle, several slipping past my lashes. The sounds of my slight whimpers were only second in their echoing sounds to the slapping-thumping of the plastic hitting my ass. Forget even trying to sit down for several days, maybe a week.
