Ogre Daddy (Fantastical Daddy Doms Book 2)

by Allysa Hart

  Her gulp echoed off the walls of my small cabin. “Yes,” she whispered, clenching her cheeks as she braced herself for the next blow.

  The spoon made a nice thudding sound as it fell against the thin fabric of her new pink dress. Her butt jiggled and bounced with each satisfying smack of the spoon. I watched entranced each time it made contact. It was like a lovely private dance between the small piece of wood and the thin fabric. My cock pulsated under the pressure of her thin frame as she lay across my lap. It was mesmerizing, but we both needed more.

  “I think a nice bare bottom spanking will make more of an impact,” I informed her as I reverently lifted and folded her skirt so the fabric settled in a neat bunch atop the middle of her back.

  She gave a low hiss as her thin white panties were revealed, but she didn’t argue. Hooking my thick green fingertip into the waistband of her panties, I pulled them down and off with one large finger. She shivered when the cool air of the cabin hit her lightly pinkened backside.

  I sucked in my own breath. Damn, I hadn’t expected to be affected the way I was. Not by any of it. But I was, by all of it. My Adam’s apple trembled as I blew out a shaky breath. Her trust and submission floored and humbled me, especially given her tumultuous past. Her strength was a daily source of awe. She filled me with pride every day as I watched her steadfastly and quietly struggle to overcome her demons. The emotions were nothing compared to the need and lust that filled my soul when presented with the sight of her bare backside turned across my knee, glowing a light pink from the impact of my spoon.

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I regained my composure and lifted said spoon into the air, twirling it in my fingers as I perused the lightly spotted flesh, looking for just the right place to land the next blow.

  Focusing on a pale area in the center of her left cheek, I brought the bowl of the spoon down hard and fast against her skin, watching with fascination as it turned pink and flattened on impact before bouncing right back into place, slightly redder than before. God, but it had been far too long since I had had a lovely young woman turned across my knee. She gasped, and I knew that baring her had been the right decision to make sure the lesson sunk in.

  Clearing my throat, I began to speak, emphasizing each word with a hearty thwack of my trusty spoon. “You will not put yourself down. You will not entertain the lies that you could have changed anything if only you had been smarter or seen more clearly. The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth regarding that situation is how happy you are to have escaped, how lucky we are to have found each other again, and to know that you have broken free from her clutches and are finally safe. Do you understand me, little princess?”

  I could hear soft mews of emotional pain falling from her lips as my lecture began to break down the walls of blame and self-hatred that had been built up over these last two years. It about broke my heart, but I knew I was getting through, and if I could even chip off the smallest chunk of that stubborn wall, I must continue no matter what it took. Even if I had to spank her cute little bottom daily while reminding her of the truths I took for granted.

  “I asked you a question,” I growled, poised with the spoon ready to strike if she took too long to answer.

  “Yes, Grayson,” she whispered thickly, between her soft sobs. “I understand.”

  “Good.” I nodded resolutely, once again accepting the mission to make an abstract painting of my displeasure across her shapely bottom. “I’m going to spank you until the color of your bottom matches the pretty pink of your dress, until I’m not sure where my spoon begins and your bottom ends, and I’m going to make damn sure that you get the message loud and clear with what I expect. From today on, if I even hear you hint that you are anything less than utterly amazing, you will be right back over my knee getting a repeat lesson, little girl. And I don’t plan to make it one you are going to want to repeat.”

  “Yes, Ogre Daddy.” They were the only words I could think of. I was too focused on the spanking and the words he spoke. I didn’t believe them, because I couldn’t. I set higher standards for myself than I expected from anyone else. So it didn’t matter that anyone else fell prey to her. It only mattered that I did. The sea witch didn’t even have to work hard; all she had done was bring me a book, and I practically crawled into her lap craving the promise of attention and acceptance. She gave me a home. She gave me friends and family. And in the very beginning, she was perfect. She was everything I wanted and needed, but it was all a lie. A lie that I wanted to believe so badly that I couldn’t see through the bullshit.

  The spoon cracked hard and I shrieked in surprise. It felt so different than the punishments I’d suffered under the queen’s hand. It hurt, yes, but it was his words that got to me. They were words that built me up instead of deepening the guilt of my wrongdoing. I wasn’t in trouble because I burdened someone with my existence; I was getting spanked because I chose to be naughty. I chose to do something I knew bothered him. He had warned me more than once, and I had recklessly blown past his patience and grace, throwing caution to the wind.

  I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. His vague threats had been at the forefront of my mind since the minute he made them, but it was more than that. I had needed to push him and know he would still be there. I needed to know he was who he appeared to be and not another captor looking to get something out of me. Some days I felt as if I didn’t have anything left to give, and I knew I couldn’t handle that type of one-sided existence again. I wouldn’t survive.

  I’d been so lost in thought I didn’t even notice the spanking had stopped. When I did, I wiped my eyes and tried to catch my breath, but the sobs wouldn’t subside and they made it hard to breathe. Grayson opened his thighs and slid my legs gently onto the floor between them before pulling me to my feet, and enveloping me in a hug.

  “I will not let you blame yourself anymore, do you hear me? You will learn I do not make idle threats. You’ve had enough inconsistencies in your life, and I refuse to add to that any longer. I gave you time to regroup and recover, but from now on, you will toe the line or you will answer to me, and I don’t intend to go easy on you. You need this from me and I need to give it to you.”

  Everything he said was so perfect it only made me cry harder. Kicking off the panties that had slid down to my ankles, I climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms around his massive neck, clinging to him. I had no words, but with so much to say, I only hoped that my embrace conveyed everything I was thinking and feeling. I wanted him to know that I understood and, as much the spanking hurt, I agreed. I needed to know what real loving discipline felt like. I still craved the cleansing that came with correction, but this was different. More so. I didn’t feel the need to beat myself up over my mistakes. My heart no longer felt heavy with the weight of my transgressions, or worse, his disappointment. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it wasn’t really as simple as it seemed in this moment. I had so much healing to do. I needed to erase all of the hurt from my past and learn how to move forward. Grayson could teach me.

  The thought popped unbidden into my brain, and I was instantly wracked with guilt.

  Grayson had already done so much for me: rescuing me from the sea witch’s abuse, bringing me into his home, and caring for my most basic of needs. It wasn’t his job to take care of all the baggage that came with me. I didn’t want to become an obligation to someone else. I also didn’t want to become so emotionally dependent on someone again. Swallowing sobs, I shoved the feelings back down into my chest. As good as his body felt cradling mine, I removed my arms from around him and climbed off his massive lap. My skirt fell, effectively covering my lower half, and I swooped down to gather my panties from the floor before turning and rushing to my room. I could feel the awkwardness in the air, and I ran from it. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent and so did he. That was okay. I was used to being alone after a punishment. I needed a few minutes by myself to process through my emotions.

  In the safety of my tiny
room, I stepped into my panties, got into bed and pulled the covers up all the way over my head before allowing the dam to break again. It was a mistake. Once the tears began to fall, they wouldn’t stop. My stomach roiled, my head pounded, and I couldn’t seem to do anything but cry harder. Rolling onto my back I pressed my bottom into the mattress, hoping that the expected jolt of pain would be enough to bring me out of my head, but it wasn’t. I barely felt anything. The spanking had seemed so painful and intense when it was happening, but the burn had already faded, replacing itself with a dull ache in my nether regions that left me more confused than ever.

  “Ari?” Grayson’s voice traveled over the sounds of my hiccupping sobs as his large fist rapped against my bedroom door. “Ari, I need you to let me in.”

  The door handle jiggled, and I pulled the blanket tighter against my body for protection. I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t talk to him. I couldn’t talk at all between the sobs and hiccups.

  “I need to know you’re okay, sweetheart. Open the door.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head from side to side, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

  His voice deepened, and his tone became urgent. “Princess Ariana,” he scolded sternly. “I do not want to have to force my way in, but I will. I need to see you, right now.”

  I knew if I didn’t do as he asked, he would no doubt find a way in. One solid push with his muscled arm and the flimsy lock would give.

  Seeing no choice, I sat up on the edge of the bed, wrapped the blanket around me like an oversized hooded cape, and dragged it with me to the door. I turned the lock and ran back to the bed. It was safer there.

  The door creaked open and heavy footsteps came toward me, stopping as he reached my bed.

  “Come out and talk to me, please.” His voice was patient and gentle. I couldn’t help but compare his reaction to the one the queen would have had.

  He tugged on my blanket and I gripped it tighter, holding on for dear life. If he wanted to yank it off of me, he could have, with one finger.

  “I don’t want to. I’m fine,” I lied, torn between wanting to be left alone and wanting to jump into his arms and stay there for the rest of my life.

  “Being upset is one thing, but lying to me is another. I don’t think that's a path you want to travel down, little princess, especially when you already have a sore bottom.”

  “It’s not sore,” I confessed, unable to hold back the frustration in my tone. If I was sore maybe I wouldn’t feel so crappy. Or horny.

  “Oh, it isn’t, huh?” Grayson’s expression was half smile, half smirk. “I guess I didn’t do a good enough job then.”

  I stayed silent under the covers. How could I tell him he hadn’t spanked me hard enough, or that all I wanted now was to climb into his lap and jump his bones? What kind of lunacy was that?

  “Next time I will make sure to be more thorough. Now come out from under there so I can see who I’m talking to.”

  “You know who I am. You’re talking to me.” I was being a pill, and I knew it. Childish, silly, and overly sensitive, but I couldn’t help myself. I was a mess.

  “Ariana,” he growled, his patience obviously wearing thin. “Take the blanket off your face and talk to me.”

  My stomach tightened when he used my full name, and I slowly peeked out from the blanket to see him kneeling beside my bed.

  A knowing smile spread across his face, and he shook his head.

  I felt the blush heat my cheeks. Now that we were eye to eye, I was embarrassed. Ashamed of my actions and mortified that he had seen me naked from the waist down without the cover of bubbles or water. And that after all of that, him flipping me over his lap and whaling on my bare ass as he lectured me with the love and care I hadn’t felt in a long time, I wanted more. I wanted a lot more. I was wet and dripping with arousal at the thought of him doing it again. It was exciting and confusing. The queen’s discipline had certainly never had such an effect. I knew I had wanted it, craved it, needed it even, but I hadn’t expected to feel like this. The vulnerability of the position, and the uncertainty of what came next had left me in a complete tizzy.

  “What I wanted, little princess,” Grayson intoned, peeking at me like he was looking straight into my soul, “was to see that you are okay.”

  The question was almost laughable. Was I okay? What did okay even look like?

  “I’m fine,” I lied again.

  Grayson clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head in disapproval. “We haven’t known each other intimately that long, but I think you know better than to lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying,” I insisted, holding my ground. I didn’t know what was going on inside of me, but I didn’t want to have to try to put it into words. Not with him. Not now.

  Grayson turned his body toward mine and crossed his arms over his chest. His shirt stretched dangerously over the bulging muscles, looking more like a second skin than clothing. His gentleness faded, and his size seemed magnified. He looked downright formidable, and also, kind of sexy. My panties dampened as he glowered at me from beneath raised brows, I attempted to swallow past the lump that formed in my throat, but I couldn’t. What was wrong with me that I felt turned on right now? By a massive green being who had just pulled me over his lap and spanked me with a wooden spoon, no less. Shrinking down, I pulled the blanket up to my chin, and looked down at the mattress. Grayson would not be easily distracted from his line of questioning.

  “When I ask you a question about your well-being, little girl, you damn well better tell me the truth. The whole truth.”

  “And nothing but the truth?” I finished, smiling at the joke.

  He grinned back, and I melted some more. I loved that he had this balance between sternness and humor. “You’re cute, but it won’t save you. Do you know what happens to little girls who use their mouths to tell lies?”

  It was a question I had been asked before and the memory of the queen’s shrill voice and horrible punishments made my blood run cold. I instantly forgot about my raging hormones and aching pussy. I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to control the fear that was building inside. He was not the sea witch, I reminded myself, focusing my eyes on his as I tried to catch my breath. He was Grayson. He didn’t discipline me to control me, to gain power over me by causing me pain and teaching me fear. He did it because I had wanted him to. To make me better. To make us better. He wasn’t going to threaten to remove my tongue like she once had. Calmed, I looked him straight in the eye, and shook my head. I didn’t know what happened, but I anticipated another go-round with his trusty spoon.

  “Naughty little girls who lie to their Ogre Daddy get their mouths washed out with soap. You don’t want that now do you?”

  Soap? For real? That was not the answer I had expected. As unpleasant as that sounded, it was almost comforting. Soap wouldn’t do any actual harm to my being. Still, I kept my hands firmly over my mouth and shook my head again.

  Grayson nodded. “I’m going to ask you one more time and you’re going to be truthful or we will continue this chat in the bathroom, do you understand?”

  “But what if I don’t know?” I whispered, dropping my hands into my lap and lacing them tightly together. I didn’t want to lie to him. He deserved more than that, and I really wanted to avoid any kind of altercation with soap.

  “Don’t know what?”

  “The truth.” It wasn’t that I didn’t know it, as much as that I had no idea how to put it into words. I was massively overwhelmed by the combination of emotions and hormones coursing through my body.

  Grayson sighed and reached out, laying one huge hand over both of mine. “All I ask is that you be as truthful as you can, okay? I need to be able to trust what you say, and if I can’t, we are going to run into a lot of problems. Soap being the least of them. Understand?”

  I bobbed my head, and prayed he left my room soon.

  “I need to hear your words, little princess.”

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sp; Sighing with resignation, I closed my eyes and forced out my answer. “Yes, Grayson. I understand.”

  His hand still sat atop of mine, and he squeezed tight for a moment before letting go and standing up.

  “Breakfast is going to be ready here soon. Are you hungry?” he asked with his hand hovering over the doorknob.

  I was, but not for food. For him.

  I shook my head, and he turned to leave. Before I could stop them, the words I had been holding in tumbled from my lips. “Grayson, I want you.”

  I stopped dead in my tracks, not even sure that I had heard her quite right. My heart beat fast, and my blood pressure rose. My cock twitched, and I ached with need. Every feeling of arousal I had spent the last hour pushing back rushed to the surface.

  I turned to look at her, and the moment my eyes met hers, I knew I had heard correctly. Her eyes were filled with vulnerability and need, and she chewed softly on her bottom lip, looking up at me, then down at the floor, and up at me once more.

  God, I wanted her. And she wanted me. I knew that—had known it for a while. But there was one big obstacle. One big green obstacle.

  “I’ll hurt you,” I whispered.

  She drew a shaky breath and her gaze zoomed in on my bulging crotch. I swore I saw her gulp.

  “I want you to,” she answered.

  The groan that escaped me was feral. I crossed the room in one long stride, and grabbed her by the back of the neck, bending to claim her lips before she could even process what was happening. I had no plans, no thoughts, only a hunger that would not be quenched until I had taken her and claimed her as mine.

  Her kiss was as greedy as mine was, the first one we shared since that first morning together. I had to kneel on the ground to be level with her, and I did so, but before long I was standing over her, lifting her gently onto the floor with her blanket beneath her, so as not to break her bed, and leaning over her as I kissed her, covering her body with mine.