“I think we’ll put it up on the mantel for the moment,” he told her. “Might end up hanging it somewhere once I figure out the best place for it.”
Hmm, she wasn’t sure she wanted that thing hanging in her house. She sent the paddle a dirty look.
She’d find that paddle a nice home. In the garbage.
Then Jed turned back and she dropped her face to the Legos with a smile. Hey, she had an awesome present and her daddy was here.
Death of the paddle could wait for another day.
* * *
“Sugar? Where are you? You playing hide and seek or something?” Jed called out.
And something. Shit. She frantically chewed on the mouthful of gummy bears, knowing she was gonna be in trouble if he found her before she was done. Didn’t really dawn on her to spit it out. She was totally in Little headspace. She raced towards the large sideboard that ran along one wall of the dining room and managed to squeeze herself between it and the wall as she chewed.
“All right, little girl. I want you to show yourself right now.”
Uh-oh, that was his strict voice. He wasn’t playing around now. Why had she put so many gummies in her mouth at once?
Amateur move. She’d gotten so excited when she found where he’d hidden them, that she’d grabbed a whole lot at once. Then when she heard him calling for her, she’d panicked and shoved them in her mouth.
And now she was in deep trouble. Because Daddy didn’t want her eating any sweets that he hadn’t given her. Which is why he’d hidden all of hers.
“Gonna count to three, and you don’t want me to get to three.”
Her bottom cheeks clenched together at that threat.
“One.”
Uh-oh.
“Two!” Jed called out. Shit!
She stepped out, placing both hands over her mouth as if she thought that meant he wouldn’t notice she was chewing frantically.
He walked over to her. “What’s in your mouth, little girl?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t talk right now.
“Spit it out.” He held up his hand to her mouth.
Her eyes widened. He didn’t seriously think she was going to spit the mess in her mouth into his hand?
“Out. Now.”
Okay, he meant business. She pointed at the kitchen. He just shook his head. And feeling completely embarrassed, she opened her mouth and spat out the sticky mess. Gross.
“Gummy bears?” he asked calmly.
She nodded.
“What is Daddy’s rule about candy and chocolate?”
“I’ve got to ask you if I want some,” she said.
“That’s right,” he said sternly. “Now, I’m gonna go clean up this mess and you’re gonna take your pants and panties off and then go stand facing the corner.”
“What? No,” she whined.
He raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
She grabbed at her jeans and pulled them down.
“Panties too,” he said sternly.
She dragged them down over her bottom. Damn, this was embarrassing. She bent to pull them off her feet.
“Keep them around your ankles,” he stopped her. “Corner. Now.”
She shuffled over, grumbling to herself. She couldn’t take a full step so it took her twice as long to get to the free corner in the living room.
“Nose touching the wall,” he called from the kitchen.
She did not like this.
“Someone is in dire need of a good spanking and a nap,” he commented, sounding closer.
“No,” she groaned.
“I think daily naps are going to become a regular thing for you.”
What kind of crap was that?
“Just as well you have a job where you can be flexible with your hours.”
She pouted at that. Then she stomped her foot. “I’m not having a nap.”
“Oh yes, you are, little one. Right after your spanking.” He took a gentle hold of her wrist and turned her. Then he led her out of the corner to the chair he’d pulled away from the dining room table.
Uh-oh. Maybe stomping her foot and giving him sass hadn’t been in her best interests.
“Um, Daddy, shouldn’t we finish the Lego castle?” she said hopefully.
“It will still be there later.”
“Well, maybe I should go have that nap now. I’m kind of tired.” She yawned as he sat in the chair and stared up at her.
“Nap after. Spanking first.”
Biting her lip, she lay herself over his lap.
“You want me to hold your hands for you?” he asked in a gruff voice.
Considering this was her first spanking, she had no idea.
“I-I don’t k-know.” She was starting to tremble in a mix of shock and trepidation.
“Baby, you’re shaking,” he said in a surprisingly tender voice. He laid his hand on her bottom but not to spank it, rather to rub soothing circles along her full cheeks. “Scared?”
“A little.”
“It’s all right to be a bit nervous. Shouldn’t have left it so long to do this, but I wanted you to know me again. To trust me. But you’ve probably built this up as scarier than it really is. It’s just a spanking. I know I’m a big guy, but I’ve given these in the past. I know what I’m doing.”
She really didn’t want to hear about any spankings he’d given in the past.
“I don’t know your pain tolerance, though. This is your first spanking so I’m going to take care with you. I would never want to harm you. I would never want to scare you. You being nervous is fine. Frightened is not. You know the sort of relationship I want. Who I am. But if you ever decide you don’t want this then ultimately you have all the power. I’m not taking your submission. You give it to me.”
She thought through all of that. She liked that. That he wasn’t taking anything. On the other hand, that meant she was giving him permission to take charge and spank her.
But the truth was, she felt better with the boundaries he’d laid down. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like a weirdo. And the voice telling her that she was worthless and white trash had disappeared down to a whisper.
Because of Jed. Because he accepted her for who she was. And part of who she was needed to know he would follow up on his word.
So, she took a deep breath and relaxed.
“You accepting my dominance, baby girl?” he asked her, still rubbing her ass. Damn, she quite liked that.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And everything that comes with that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, I’m gonna give you a safe word. You can use it if things ever go too far, if you ever become scared but it’s not a get-out-of-a-spanking free card,” he warned. “And I got more punishments I can use. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Your safe word is fruit. Understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
Without another word, he laid a sharp slap on her ass. And holy shit! That hurt.
Another smack landed before she could protest. He wasn’t messing around. These were hard, and fast. Soon her ass was stinging, heat invading deep and she found her breath coming in sharp gasps. And she didn’t know what the hell to do with her hands. She couldn’t touch the floor. They were just hanging there. So, she grasped hold of his calf and held on for dear life.
“No, it’s enough!” she cried out.
“Oh, baby, we’re not there yet.” There was sympathy in his voice. And determination.
That did not bode well for her.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Why had she eaten the candy? She had to have known she’d be caught, right? Jed didn’t miss much.
Which meant she’d probably wanted to get caught? That she’d wanted this?
No. That was crazy talk.
“Time to learn when Daddy gives you a rule, you’re to listen and obey.” Smack, smack,
smack. “I’m not doing it to be mean. You can still have your candy.” Slap, slap, slap. “But not so much that it puts holes in your teeth and gives you diabetes. Understand?”
He paused. And she sobbed, trying to catch her breath, knowing he was waiting for a reply.
“I-I understand.”
“Good. I’m going to carry on, and give you the thirty you’ve accumulated.”
“No,” she cried out, kicking her feet.
“Believe me, baby. You won’t feel like waiting until later for these.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back. Then his hand landed again and she screeched, certain she couldn’t take another thirty. But she didn’t say her safe word. She’d earned these. She knew the consequences. And he wouldn’t ever harm her.
Tears dripped down her face, falling on the floor. They poured out of her. She let out a deep sob, this one less about the pain of the spanking and more about the ache that lived inside her. A dam broke, tears poured and she felt the tight lid she kept on her most agonizing memories start to loosen.
She barely noticed him stopping, was too caught up in the rush of emotion filling her. Then draining away. Her breath hitched and sobbed. Jed turned her in his arms and carried her through the living room and upstairs to her bedroom. He murmured to her soothingly the entire way. She didn’t pay as much attention to the words as she did the tone, which was loving and sweet.
He laid her on the bed then lay beside her, gathering her close. She half-lay over his chest and cried. He ran his hand up and down her back and let her. He didn’t try to make her stop or get her to talk. He just let her be. Gradually, the tears disappeared. The sobs died down. She was left feeling drained. Her insides were empty. For the first time in years the pain wasn’t there.
She was under no illusion that it was anything other than a temporary fix. But it felt amazing.
She also had a throbbing head, was thirsty as hell and her butt hurt.
“My butt’s sore,” she commented, lifting her head.
He rolled them so she was on her side. His gaze stared down at her as he leaned up on one elbow.
“That was a lot of tears, baby,” he commented cautiously. Probably worried he was about to set her off again.
Poor guy.
“I know. Sorry.”
“More tears than I figure that spanking warranted since I was pretty easy on you.”
Her mouth dropped open. “That was easy?”
His lips twitched. “Guess it’s safe to say you don’t have the highest pain tolerance.”
She nodded solemnly. “I don’t think you should ever spank me again.”
He tweaked her nose. “All you got to do in order to avoid a punishment spanking is follow the rules, little one.”
She sighed. “I’m doomed then.”
He let out a chuckle and she smiled.
He sobered up. “Wanna tell me what was going on in that head of yours?”
She shrugged. “I just. . .I don’t know. I started to cry from the spanking and then I was crying for other reasons.”
He stiffened slightly. “Anything I can do about those other reasons?”
Not unless he wanted to reopen the past. “No, I don’t think so. It was just stuff about my family. About the past. Stuff I guess I buried deep and haven’t dealt with.”
He was silent, thinking. She didn’t think that was good. “You know, I’m thinking you should cut down on your workouts.”
“What?” He gave her a startled look.
“Yeah, you’re a bit too muscly now. I like a bit of flab on my guys. Especially their arms. Be good if your arms weren’t very strong.”
He rolled his eyes. “Baby, I wasn’t using my full strength.”
“Felt like it.” She wrinkled her nose.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Like I said, sugar, don’t like the spanking, don’t break the rules.”
Easier said than done.
“Now, I gotta go find a new hiding place for the candy and you’re going to have a nap.”
“Noooo, I don’t need a nap,” she cried.
“Sugar, you’re completely exhausted.”
“We haven’t finished the castle.”
“We can finish it later. Got to take care of my girl, and right now she needs sleep. Now, do you need to go potty?”
A blush filled her cheeks. “No.”
“All right. I’m gonna get you something to wear.” He climbed up and she sighed. Although she’d meant it to sound disgruntled, it became something dreamier as she watched that ass of his in those just-right jeans.
Damn.
Her pussy clenched. Maybe she should ask him to help her to get to sleep. He came back with one of her new nighties in his hand. The Eeyore one.
She loved Eeyore.
“Sit up, baby.”
She scowled up at him. “I don’t think sitting is an option. Don’t think I’ll be sitting comfortably for a long time.”
He rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t that hard, sugar. And think on the positive side, now your slate is wiped clean. And our time together is free and clear.”
Heat filled his gaze and she found herself staring at his lips, wondering if he was going to kiss her.
“On your knees, let’s get you to bed for a nap.”
“I’m really not tired.” She tried to communicate with her gaze what she really wanted.
He raised an eyebrow then picked her up and set her on her feet on the side of the bed. Then he leaned down and kissed her, a light peck that wasn’t anything close to what she wanted. He whipped off her t-shirt then drew off her bra.
“Won’t be needing this for a while,” he muttered.
“I won’t?”
“Nope.”
“What if we go out somewhere?”
“We’re not going out anywhere,” he told her.
“What if we run out of food?” she challenged.
“Then we get some take-out delivered.”
“What if we run out of toilet paper?”
“You need more toilet paper?”
“No,” she admitted. “I got some just yesterday. But what if—”
“Baby, there any real reason you can’t go without wearing a bra for rest of the day? It uncomfortable for you? Make your breasts hurt? Cause you back problems?”
“No.”
“Then do this for me, yeah? The nightie, that’s for you. No bra and no panties, that’s for me.”
“No panties?”
“Yeah, like the idea of you in a short nightie or dress with nothing on underneath.”
“Oh. Okay,” she agreed.
He gave her another kiss. This one not light. Or quick. By the time he finished, she was breathing heavily and swaying where she stood. He managed to pull her nightie over her head without much help from her.
Then he pulled back the covers. “Climb into bed, sugar. Time for a nap.”
“But. . .”
“No big girl time after a spanking,” he told her.
“Well, that sucks,” she muttered as she climbed into bed and rolled onto her side. He surprised her by placing one pillow on the mattress behind her. Then he grabbed another one and positioned it in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making sure you don’t roll out of bed.”
Oh. That was slightly odd. And yet so protective it felt nice.
“But with you just wearing a nightie for the rest of the day, no bra, no panties, big girl play is bound to come later.”
She liked the sound of that. A lot.
He tucked the blanket around her. Reaching over he grabbed that damn binky off her nightstand.
She frowned. Especially when she noticed he’d secured it to her snuggly. Not sure how she felt about that.
“Give it a go, sugar,” he told her in a gentle voice. “For me.”
Damn it. He had to know she couldn’t resist when he asked her to do things for him in that voice. She nodded and he gave her those
warm eyes in return.
Totally worth it.
“Open.”
He slid the binky into her mouth and she sucked on it experimentally. Tasted a bit funny. She really wasn’t sure about it. At all.
“Give it time, sugar.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Cute as a button.”
She let out a happy sigh as he ran his fingers through her hair then down her neck. She leaned over the pillow in front of her so he could reach her tight muscles. She yawned.
Then she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
He had her nicely tucked up on his lap, her ass wiggled against his cock making him groan. He kissed her again, cupping her breast, he ran his thumb over the tight nub. She let out a whimpering noise.
Fuck, yes.
He didn’t know how he’d managed to function these few weeks, his balls were aching, his mind constantly filled with thoughts of her naked and under him, of her riding him, of her spread-eagled and tied to his bed while he ate her out.
Yeah, he had fucking blue balls.
Tonight, he was determined to taste her. He was going to settle himself between those thighs and eat until he was sated. Might take a while.
He was a man with a big appetite. And he was pretty certain she was gonna become his favorite treat.
This afternoon, she’d woken from her nap and come to find him while she was still half-asleep, her hair all tousled and her eyes heavy-lidded. Each time she’d raised her hand to wipe at her eyes, that too-short nightie had ridden up giving him a glimpse of her red bottom or that gorgeous fucking pussy, depending on which way she was facing.
Adorable.
He’d discovered that after she napped, it took her a while to fully wake up and he hadn’t been happy she’d walked down the stairs in that condition. So she had a new rule that she had to call out for him to come get her when she woke up. She hadn’t been happy. That’s when he’d had her turn around and lift her nightie up over her hips so he could check on how red she still was. By the time he was finished inspecting her, her face was a much brighter red than her butt and he was so hard he was aching.
While she was napping, he’d taken the opportunity to do a bit more online shopping. He’d gotten himself a camera monitor for when she was napping.
He’d also taken a look at beds. Something that might resemble a cot without actually being one. He’d found this gorgeous wooden bed that was painted white with three solid sides that curled at the top. A sleigh daybed was the description. Which was perfect since he didn’t want her sleeping separate from him during the night. But when she was having a nap, he liked the idea of her sleeping in a cot-like bed.
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