She shook her head, even though her eyes shone with pure fright at openly defying him. And rightfully so. He was going to blister her ass for this — once he was finally able to open the goddamn door!
“Yes, Madison Anne! Open it. Now.”
She stared back, not even shaking her head now.
“I swear, if you don’t open this door immediately, when I finally get it open, you won’t be able to sit for a week. Open. This. Door.” He now spoke through gritted teeth, breathing loudly. “Trust me on this, you do not want me to force it open. And I will.”
He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d force the door open, but by God, he felt like he’d do it with his bare hands at that point. What in the name of hell was she thinking? Where would she go if she got this blasted truck in gear?
Her eyes had filled with tears and he knew he was close to getting her to relent, and obey.
“Madison Anne Weaver, do you really want Daddy to get his belt? Is that what you want for your first spanking? Really?”
She shook her head, her lip trembling.
He dropped his voice to a low, dangerous rumble. “Then open this door. Now, little girl!”
He heard her hiccup, a small sob escaping her lips. She knew her fate was sealed, but she also appeared to be bright enough to not want to make it worse. And it was good to know that she feared the belt this much. Reluctantly, she shut the truck off and opened the door.
She didn’t have to worry about opening it fully, for he snatched at the handle, throwing the door wide open. Pulling her out of the vehicle, he held her against his hip as he landed several hard, crisp swats to her jeans-covered backside.
She screeched, kicking her tiny feet while he spanked her harshly. Then he stopped, steadying her on the ground, pointing to the house and shouting, “In the house. Now!”
Both her hands cupped her bottom as she ran to the house, her cowboy boots clomping on the brick path. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay in control.
She’s okay. She didn’t leave, and didn’t put herself at risk.
He walked into the house, slamming the door behind him. He stomped the snow off his own boots, and he saw her jump up from the couch where she’d been waiting.
“Where in the name of hell did you think you were going?” He was shouting, initially, but forced himself to speak softer on the last word. He didn’t want to completely frighten her after all — even if a little fear wouldn’t be a bad thing.
“I-I couldn’t find my phone. And then I thought… I wanted…I decided to go tell my friends where I was. B-but I couldn’t get your truck into gear.” She rubbed her posterior as she talked.
“Thank God, you couldn’t! I have your phone, and as we discussed last night, you don’t need to alert anyone where you are, or what’s happening. I’m keeping the phone for your protection. Going to a friend’s house was a very bad idea.”
“You need to go to the corner and think about what you did today, how you disobeyed Daddy and put yourself in danger.”
She walked quietly to the corner, tears trailing down her cheeks.
“Jeans and panties at your ankles.” She took them down, her bottom very pink from the hard spanking he’d given her in the driveway.
He raked his hand through his hair, calming himself. He walked to the kitchen to get some water and to start the coffee pot. When he felt himself relax, he went back to the living room.
“Pull your pants and panties up.” He waited until she’d fastened them. “Turn around, please. You were told that you were to be escorted by me until they are arrested. Weren’t you? You agreed, remember?”
“Yes, Sir.”
It was time to reinforce their roles. “Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Well, you’re getting a spanking for this, little girl. Thankfully, you finally listened and opened that door — or you’d be getting acquainted with my belt right now.”
“Oh, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She wrung her hands in front of her. Her whining wouldn’t sway him though. If he hadn’t heard the truck when he did, she could’ve been hurt, or worse. She needed a lesson — a very strong lesson — on obeying her Daddy’s rules.
He pointed his finger at her. “No. No whining. You asked for this, loud and clear. You’ll go to your bedroom. Pull your jeans and panties down to your ankles, and sit on a chair waiting for me. That little spanking you just received should keep you focused on your misbehavior. Go! Now!”
She ran out of the room, crying, and he heard the bedroom door shut.
Coffee. I need some damn coffee.
* * *
Sunni stood in the room, her heart beating hard in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Cade was so upset. She’d only wanted to get out of the house, just for a little while. Once she had woken up that morning, she’d questioned the whole idea of staying at his house. She wasn’t sure she was ready for a relationship, let alone a relationship with her friend’s father. The fact that she would be his girl and call him ‘Daddy’ only complicated things even further.
She had always wanted a Daddy — had even fantasized about having Brittney’s daddy — but now that the situation had materialized, it felt different. In many respects it felt wrong, taboo. What woman would want to be with her friend’s father? How would they explain it to friends and family? And even though she didn’t have contact with her family very often, it’d be difficult to explain to them that she’d decided to have a relationship with a man twenty years older than her. And then there was the issue of Cade explaining it to his daughter — or worse, his ex-wife. Once the morning light had dawned, so had reality. Fantasy and wishful thinking always seemed easier at night, or in the throes of passion. One forgot the hard truths of life until the light of day.
She didn’t want to come between him and Brittney. Even though they weren’t close friends anymore, there had been a time when they were inseparable and shared many secrets. But the one secret that Brittney never knew was the most taboo, that Sunni loved her father. Not in a sexual way. That never happened until she was a grown woman and masturbating. But she envied Brittney, and loved Cade, loved his kindness, his sense of humor, and implacable character. He was steady and rational. Sunni didn’t have anyone who was steady in her life. She’d craved for someone — anyone — who would add stability to her life. Someone she could rely on, not worry about whether they would do something foolish with a paycheck or leave her alone on a Friday night to meet with “a guy.”
Cade took care of his family. And she desired to be taken care of too, to feel the safety of his arms around her as she slept, without concern for locked doors, robbery, nightmares, and the many sundry things that plagued her spirit and soul during a given day. But at what cost? Did she want to have a relationship with him at the expense of his family? Never. His family was and always had been his first and foremost concern, as it should be. She’d love to be part of that concern, even if only for a few days or weeks, but she’d never be his. She’d always be Sunni, Brittney’s friend. Not Sunni, my lover and babygirl.
So, to thwart any disappointment — and to avoid her fear of rejection — she set up a situation where she could just leave. She would make an escape — no goodbye. Goodbyes were painful and things to be avoided. Only good people left and required a goodbye. Evil and nasty people just came and left, without need of goodbyes. They weren’t people that mattered. She would just leave. She didn’t matter. Better to leave before Cade become someone that she had to say goodbye to, someone she’d love and miss for years. It would be easier to leave while they were just friendly acquaintances.
Sunni didn’t think about the fact that she didn’t know how to drive a stick shift. It hadn’t even occurred to her until she’d started the car. And then, when she couldn’t get it into gear, she became afraid. Just as she was going to shut the car off though, Cade came stomping out the house. It was then she realized that she couldn’t just give up and walk out. She had to show she was determined. Sunni h
ad always been someone who, once her mind was made up, allowed nothing to stop her. She plowed forward, regardless of the obstacles in her past. Stopping or retreating conveyed weakness; she never let anyone, or anything, prevent her from reaching your goal. And once she’d set a goal, and put together a master plan for reaching that goal, she was unstoppable. It didn’t matter what it was, whether it was getting the fucking truck moving down the driveway, or paying for her first car with cash.
Looking back though, it was Cade. She could have just shut it off and climbed out, begging for mercy, asking him to forgive her for her foolishness. More than likely he would have given her a few sharp swats, like the ones she received in the driveway, but he would’ve quickly forgiven her. He had a tender heart, and overall, was just a nice, generous man. But when she looked out the window and saw him standing there, all her courage fled.
She’d thought if she left the house, and headed for her friend’s home, she’d be able to tell her where she was. She’d be safe. Just getting some fresh air would help her gain perspective. She didn’t think about the possibility that the truck wouldn’t cooperate with her plan though.
He’d stood there, breathing deeply and rapidly, the cold air making his breath steam. At that moment, he’d resembled a bull — an angry bull. She didn’t even want to think about opening the door and letting him spank her. But she also had no doubt in her mind while she’d sat in that truck that he’d be spanking her bottom for her bit of disobedience.
Madison knew she’d better get her jeans and panties down. She looked over at the hard wooden chair, having no doubt in her mind that it was a chair meant for spanking. Her hands were cold from being outside in the frigid Wyoming weather, and her belly felt warm as she undid the top button on her jeans. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down over her hips, her panties slipping, resting uncomfortably over the middle of her backside. She bunched the heavy denim material at her ankles, pulling the panties, and sliding them the rest of the way off her bottom, letting them land on top of her jeans. Hobbled by her clothing, she made her way to the chair and sat down, gasping as her warm flesh pressed to the cold, hard wood. She buried her face in her hands and wept, knowing that the hot pain in her bottom at that moment was just a taste of what awaited her.
Sunni heard his heavy footfalls on the wooden floor as he walked around the kitchen. Suddenly, the thudding of his shoes came up the hallway and she found herself holding her breath, waiting for the door to open. Instead, he passed by and went into his bedroom.
Is he grabbing his belt? Or maybe the paddle? No, the paddle is in the kitchen.
Then he walked back to the kitchen, and her belly clenched, her juices letting down, wetness gathering at the seam of her pussy. She squirmed against the increasingly uncomfortable urge to empty her bladder, and yet her clit throbbed in anticipation. She clenched her hands upon the edge of the chair, wondering if she should just run to the bathroom, or stay and ask for permission first. She didn’t want to take a chance of raising his ire any further. She’d wait.
His footsteps could be heard coming down the hall again and she clenched her cheeks on the chair, thinking about her punishment. The closer he drew, the shallower her breathing became. When the door finally opened, she swore she was seconds away from throwing up.
He walked in calmly, closing the door quietly behind him, then smiling at her as he stroked his fingers down the side of her face. “Has my girl been thinking?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What have you been thinking about?” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her, his hands folded in his lap.
“I-I was thinking about how I shouldn’t have left the house. That I should have waited for you.” Her voice quivered with her nerves.
“That’s right. Daddy told you that he’d take you out shopping today. Now, my naughty girl will be staying in the house with a spanked bottom instead.”
She tried to be brave, but her lip quivered. He sounded so disappointed, and that bothered her more than his anger.
“What else?”
“I’m thinking about h-how I am going to be spanked, and how I’m afraid.” She dropped her eyes to look at the rug at the foot of the bed, at the way the tiny, intricate shapes of rose buds were woven throughout the pink and green threads.
“You need to be upset about getting a spanking, sweet pea — but I don’t want you afraid. Daddy will make sure your bottom is red and very sore, but I’d never hurt you. Do you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I do. I’m so s-sorry.”
“I believe you. But Daddy needs you to obey him.” He stood up from the bed, startling her. “Madison, do you need to use the bathroom before we start?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay, you have two minutes. Hurry.”
She shuffled as quickly as her bunched pants would allow, quickly leaving to do her business, washing her hands, and rushing back.
She slowly walked into the bedroom, not looking forward at all to what was yet to come. He sat on the bed, crooking his finger at her. “Stand here.” He pointed between his knees.
Staring down into his deep green eyes, her belly flipped again. He still had that effect on her. She’d always felt an attraction to him. She didn’t know the reasons why at the time, and as a girl she didn’t really want to understand the attraction.
“For most spankings, you’ll be required to have no clothes on.” Without asking her to do it, he whisked her shirt off, leaving her with only her bra, her pants and panties still rumpled at her ankles. Before she could wrap her arms around her waist he said, “Take your pants and underwear off completely. Socks too.”
To complete the task, she had to back up or risk bumping heads with Cade. He held her arm lightly, helping her maintain her balance. Even that small gesture had her tearing up.
He cares.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone cared if she slipped, or lost her balance. Did anyone ever care? She picked up the pile of clothes, not sure what to do with them.
“Put them on the chair you were sitting in. You’ll have no need of them again today.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, wondering what he meant. Would he make her walk around naked all day?
Jesus, I hope not!
She returned to stand between his legs, biting her lip, not knowing his rituals yet, nor what to expect next. He turned her around so her backside faced him; she fought the urge to cover it with both her hands, knowing that act would prove to be futile. He then unclasped her bra. “Let it fall and put it on the chair with the other things.” She did as requested and walked back, standing in front of him, reaching her hands up to cover her breasts.
Cade grabbed both her wrists firmly, dragging them down to her sides. “No! You will not cover yourself in front of me.” He reached up, twisting her soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the flesh turning into steel tips under his ministrations.
“That’s how your nipples should look when you’re bared. I’ll keep those nipples puckered and tight, ready for my mouth at all times. Your body is gorgeous, girl. I can hardly wait to play with it. Too bad we aren’t able to do that today. You’ll have to wait until you’ve been a good girl. And trust me, when I can finally rub and lick you, biting your aroused flesh until you’re screaming, you’ll be glad we waited. Right now though, these pretty breasts and pussy will be denied some pleasure. Instead, you’ll be getting a firm spanking. It’s what happens to bad girls, isn’t it, Sunni?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me, sweet pea, why do you think a Daddy would give you rules? Honestly. No wrong answers.” He crossed his arms over his chest, placidly waiting for her to answer the question as she stood in front of him again.
“Well… I think it would be so I wouldn’t get hurt. Or it could be because Daddy knew from experience that something would be dangerous, unhealthy, or unwise.” She found her mind racing to think of other options, but none of the other reasons see
med to fit him.
He nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think a Daddy would make rules to be mean, or just to watch his girl chafe under the restriction?”
“I guess so,” she said, shrugging.
He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes widening in surprise.
“I mean, some would. Some Daddies are mean.”
He unfolded his arms. “Do you think I’d make rules to inconvenience you? Or ask you to do something just because it would upset you?”
“No. You don’t do things like that. Do you?” Did she really still know him after so many years? Maybe he was different when it was his grown little girl versus a child. But the Cade she knew was too kind. Stern, yes, but not mean.
“No, you were right the first time. I’d never do that to my little girl. My role, as I see it, is to keep you safe, love you, cherish you, and to support you in areas you need — or want — to grow in. Part of that is discipline through rules and punishments.” He held her hand in his large one. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes.” And she felt the familiar sting behind her eyes as they welled with tears.
“Why are you crying? Tell me what you’re thinking.” His thumb stroked the top of her hand soothingly.
“You had told me last night that I was only allowed to leave the house if I was chaperoned by you. And then I tried leaving in the truck anyway — without you. You told me not to worry about my friends, but I decided to do what I wanted anyway.” Taking a deep breath, her breath trembled and her body shook. “I didn’t listen and could’ve been hurt.”
He nodded solemnly. “And on top of that, you attempted to take my truck without my permission. In my world, we call that stealing.”
A small sob escaped, and she closed her eyes. She hadn’t thought of it that way but she supposed he was right. “I keep saying I’m sorry b-because I don’t know what else to say.” She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks.
“It’s okay, baby. There is nothing else to say. Daddy will do all the talking now. C’mon, let’s get this over with.”
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