Cade’s phone vibrated in his pocket and she watched him pull it out his eyebrows furrowing as he read the text. He rubbed his forehead, then slipped the phone back into his pocket, giving her a weak smile.
Sunni scowled at him. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” His mood had changed, and she wondered if the arrest was happening. She knew she wasn’t supposed to know, but she’d overheard enough to know it was tonight. And although she was anxious to know the facts, she also didn’t want to remind him of her naughtiness. So she ignored the niggling questions.
“Nothing, sweet pea. Absolutely nothing.”
But when she rested her head against his chest, his heart rate was faster. She ran her hands over him, hoping it would soothe him. It seemed to work — until his phone vibrated again. He nudged her aside to answer it. “Captain Cade Johnson. Yeah. I can help with that. Do you need me to come over? You sure? Okay, give me a second for some privacy.”
He put the phone on mute. “Sweetie, I have to talk about some work things in my office. I’ll only be fifteen to twenty minutes. Okay?”
She nodded.
“No eavesdropping!” He wagged his finger at her before entering the hallway to his office, tapping his belt buckle in warning.
Well, shit just got serious up in here.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sunni slumped against the couch, feeing defeated. Now that her plan had been foiled for parking herself outside the office door and listening to his conversation, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. She’d just painted her nails, and he’d done her toenails that afternoon. She’d washed all her clothes. She supposed she could just watch the movie they’d put on before the phone call. What she really wanted to do was know what was going on with the arrest.
She knew for a fact that the local news station would be all over the arrest, giving her the information that she desired to know — but the news was still two hours away. Then it occurred to her that the Facebook page for the news station would post something, and community members always put more details in the comment section.
Sunni felt conflicted. If he’d threatened her with the belt for listening, what would he do if she was found on Facebook, especially since he’d warned her about not getting on it? It wouldn’t matter as long as she didn’t comment on the post. She’d lurk, reading the stories. Obviously, he couldn’t be mad at that. Could he? It’d be no different from watching the news, when it came right down to it.
She opened the laptop, signing in to her page at the site, and pulling up the local news station for the most recent story posted.
And there it is! I knew it!
The news posted that two men, Zachary Fent, and Jared Cordaro, had been arrested this evening on Clifford Avenue for drug possession with intent to commit rape. She scrolled down to the comment section.
The neighbors were remarking on the noise, and how many cops were there. Observations were made about too much force, how the DEA had sent an armored vehicle, and that there were four State Trooper cruisers present. Another person commented: Shots were fired. I’m thinking four to five. Not sure if they were shooting at the men or if they were shooting at the cops.
Then, Sara Anne, Sunni’s coworker commented: I work with the bozos, and they deserve everything the police throw at them.
Good for her. Sunni liked her and knew Sara didn’t trust Zack either.
Maria M: My friend, Madison Weaver, had to run for her life so these idiots wouldn’t kill her — and now I don’t know where she is!
“Oh, shit,” Sunni whispered.
She stared at the screen. Why did Maria have to mention her full name! But it was nice to know that her best friend was at least worried about her.
Should I comment back to Maria?
Sunni’s fingers hovering over the keys. She knew Cade would probably blister her ass; he’d been pretty clear about that. She shook her head, admonishing herself to forget it and move on. She scrolled down, reading the rest of the comments. She loved how the community of commenters typically provided more news than the station itself did.
“You want to explain to me why I’m going to use this belt on your bare backside until you’re screaming?” She looked up, slamming the laptop shut. Cade stood with his hand fisting the buckle, the belt doubled over, draping over his hand. He shook it toward her.
“I didn’t do… anything?” It was a feeble response, but she’d never been good at quick thinking.
“Oh, really?” He adjusted his stance, leaning on his hip, the belt now hanging down to the floor.
Sunni shivered at the sight.
“Yep, you need to shiver. If you thought the spanking you received the other day was bad, you have no idea what you’re in for today. So, you didn’t do anything? Explain to me why you’re innocent, and don’t deserve the whipping I have planned.”
“W-well… I was on the laptop.” She swallowed hard.
“I can see that, Madison Anne. What were you doing on the laptop?”
“I-I wanted to… you wouldn’t… I went to see what local news stories there were. I was just checking the news.”
There. He’d believe that. And it was true; she did check the news stories. She blew out a breath.
Look calm. Look innocent.
She widened her eyes, blinking at him.
“Let’s cut to the chase here, or I have a feeling we’ll be here all night playing twenty questions. Did you sign into your Facebook account?”
Fuck! Lie, Madison. You don’t want that belt, do you?
“I-I didn’t… I went to their web page to read the story.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She did go to their page — she just didn’t say it was the Facebook page versus their business website.
“Is that the answer you want to give? Are you sticking with that one?”
She paused, wondering if she was truly caught, but couldn’t bring herself to confess. “Yes, Daddy.”
He nodded at her, taking a deep breath. “Go get the spanking paddle.”
“N-no, I didn’t—”
“Don’t add another lie to the ones you’ve already told me.” He pointed with his belt toward the kitchen, his growled voice rising in volume. “Go get the spanking paddle, Madison.”
The butterflies started in her belly, tears welling in her eyes as she ran to the kitchen, opening the door to the basement. She grasped the thick wooden handle, lifting it off the hook. It felt heavy in her hand as she slowly trekked back to him.
“But D-Daddy—”
“Not right now. We’ll talk about it soon. Right now, I want you to take everything off but your panties. You’ll hold your paddle in the corner until I give you permission to leave. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then move.” He tossed the belt onto the couch, just missing her thigh. She jumped, her sex clenching in reaction. After closing all the blinds, he sat in his recliner, watching her intently, his eyes narrowed, lips thinned.
Sunni quickly removed her shoes and socks first, pulling her jeans down, her panties drifting down her backside with them. Embarrassed to have half her ass showing — even though he’d seen it before — she quickly pulled her underwear back up. She found herself a little confused as to why he’d have her keep them on, but was thankful for the ability to maintain some modesty, even if it was only for a little while. She pulled her sweatshirt off, and with no bra on, she stood just as he required.
Cade nodded his head toward the paddle on the table in a silent directive. Resolutely, she picked it up, walking to the only vacant corner in the living room. She knew, even this early in their relationship, that he expected her nose touching the seam in front of her. The paddle hung loosely from her hand and she felt the familiar butterflies, a tingle in her bottom, her clit throbbing in the way it did preceding any punishment, minor or serious.
Cade was someone who enjoyed spanking and discipline — mostly for fun. But he definitely didn’t shy away from using it for punishment either, as
she already knew. Even though they hadn’t been together very long, they’d had many sessions of corner time and playful spanking. He had assured her that whether playing or for serious infractions, certain protocol, and most definitely respect, were always required. So she knew the expectations for standing in the corner — nose touching the wall, no wiggling, no touching your bottom, and definitely no talking.
She startled when he kissed her neck. “You’ve been a very bad girl. Daddy warned you what would happen, but you decided to push limits. You’ll be sleeping with a very sore bottom tonight, baby girl.”
His thumbs hooked into her old fashioned, white panties. He knew she hated them which was probably why he’d made her put them on after her nap earlier that day. He pulled them down so they rested halfway down her buttocks. It surprised her how uncomfortable it was having them not fully up or fully down. Her hands itched to take them off. Or pull them up.
“You’ll hold this paddle on your naughty backside, so you don’t forget why you’re here.” He placed the paddle and her hands exactly where he wanted them, then reached around to pinch her right nipple, twisting it just enough to make her cry out.
“Twenty minutes. Then we’ll talk.” He walked away, leaving her to think and to dread the upcoming events that evening. She should’ve just waited until he told her what was going on. Now, she’d be sore not only tonight, but tomorrow as well. He’d been kind and very protective of her — for years. But now, with all this chaos — and especially now that he’d become her Daddy — he’d become fierce with it. He took great care to watch, shelter, and protect her. And now, she’d violated his trust. He’d be leery of leaving her with the laptop again after this bit of disobedience.
Sunni worried that he may just decide that she was too much work. Men had a habit of doing that. They enjoyed you and liked you, but it didn’t take much for them to decide a relationship with you was just too cumbersome, took too much energy, or they just couldn’t be bothered anymore.
You’re too much, and yet not enough.
First, she’d tried stealing his truck, and now she’d broken the rule about Facebook. Both things were in direct defiance of orders he’d given her. As an officer of the law, he believed in rules and laws. Would that mean he’d give up? Decide she required too much supervision? It was definitely a possibility.
She reached up to wipe at her tears, quickly putting her hand back where it belonged before he could rebuke her again.
“Are you thinking, bad girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She sniffed, trying to keep her nose from running.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 12
Cade felt so conflicted. He loved spanking. Always had. He’d spend most of the day looking forward to having his girl over his lap, spanking her white bottom. The thrill of watching it turn from light pink to red, to feel the heat under his palm, the sting in his own hand, knowing it would be worse for her, all of it met a base need in him. He understood that many didn’t feel that way, but when he found a woman who wanted to be his little girl, call him Daddy — and yet have this grown woman consenting to spanking, bondage, anal, and many other things he loved — it was better than winning the lottery in his book.
Yet, as much as he looked for any opportunity — fun, or otherwise — to spank his girl, he would feel bad afterward, watching her cry, seeing the tears tracking silently down her cheeks, made something twist painfully inside of him. Though it was impossibly early in their relationship, he already knew he loved Sunni. He had no doubt about it. He would never have guessed that he’d feel it so strongly for his daughter’s friend — and part of him felt guilty about it. But he didn’t choose to love her, didn’t even choose to have a relationship with her. She just sort of… fell into his lap.
And for that he’d be eternally grateful.
Not everyone he knew was lucky enough to find their dream girl. To also have that same girl meet their kinky needs only made things all the sweeter. It was indeed a very rare thing, and he didn’t take that for granted. He knew as soon as that first time she’d called him ‘Daddy’ that’d she’d be his girl for as long as she wanted — which he hoped would be many, many years.
There were many days that he wondered why he was wired the way he was. Even as a young man, he couldn’t wait to be a real father, having a house full of children and a devoted wife, people to care for and cherish. Keeping diligent watch over them all had been more than a role or responsibility. He took it more seriously than his peers. He watched and listened to his friends. None of them seemed to regard the role in the same way he did. He supposed it was part of the reason why he’d become a trooper, satisfying his need to exert his authority, to protect those under his care.
So once the kids became older and he didn’t have to hover and keep close tabs on this as much, he felt the void it left. His first girlfriend after the divorce had been much younger than him, and she had agreed to be his little girl. But she didn’t really have the submissive traits required, she saw it more as role play, a reason to manipulate and be a brat. That wasn’t what he wanted. Of course, he loved having a bratty backside to wallop every now and then. Who didn’t? But overall, he wanted someone who cared about him and his needs, someone who would love his sensitive side, who’d spend the time it took to nurture it. He felt he’d found that with Sunni. She loved his sensitive and caring side, loved that he hovered and watched her closely. It didn’t threaten her or make her angry, and she had just enough sassiness and fire to keep things interesting. Just enough to keep her bottom a pretty shade of pink too.
Now, his biggest concern was his natural baby girl. He hoped Brittney would be okay with the dynamic he had with Sunni. What his daughter wanted and felt mattered to him. He’d never hurt his daughter for anything in the world. But, he also knew how Brittney could be. She had a difficult streak in her a mile wide, and it had taken a great deal of parental control of her to curb her tendencies. He’d decided let her know as soon as she came to the house, and to make it clear with her that he wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect toward him or Sunni. Trying to balance the love he had for both of them would be difficult, but he wouldn’t jeopardize what he’d found with Sunni simply because his daughter wanted to cause trouble. If Brittney was genuinely upset, well, that would be something they would need to address. But he wouldn’t think about that until he had to.
It wasn’t the time for that though. He needed to deal with the naughty girl in front of him. She’d put herself at risk, and he wouldn’t tolerate it. She’d learn her lesson the hard way.
“Madison?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” She jumped when he called her name.
“Pull your panties off, and drop them in the corner. Then come stand over here in front of me.”
He watched her clumsily pull them down while still holding the paddle, extricating her feet from the bunched fabric. She’d bent to her task, her buttocks easing apart, her anus peeking between her cheeks. The sight made his cock begin to fill and lengthen. She turned, shuffling over to him. Her nose and eyes were red, but her nipples had hardened into tight pebbles, giving away the fact that the preamble to her punishment already had her sexually aroused.
Sitting on the couch with his large, thick black belt at the ready, he pointed to the floor in front of him. Once she stood quietly before him, the paddle still behind her, he slipped his finger into the seam of her sex.
“Oh, sweet pea, you’re sopping wet. Even your thighs are moist with your juices.” He slid his finger up to her clit, which had peeked out from under its hood, hard and erect. Knowing she’d be sensitive as hell, he lightly stroked it, watching her thighs tremble, her hips thrust.
He pulled his finger from her, sucking it loudly just to watch her cheeks blush. “We can’t do anything about your arousal now, but trust me, you won’t be aroused long. Daddy will take care of you later though. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her spicy scent filled the air around them, and he actually wondered if he’d
be able to do this without fucking her first.
“So, why did you get onto Facebook, especially after I told you how dangerous it could potentially be?” He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. This was always the fun part — well, after taking the panties down, that is.
That part was truly the best.
But watching a woman struggle with telling the truth and trying to cover up what she did was something he enjoyed in a slightly twisted way. Or better yet, watching them try to minimize what they did, instead of just owning up to it.
“I just went to the news station to see what was happening with Zack and Jared.”
Apparently, she was going to do her best to stick with the lie.
She’ll pay for that bit of resistance.
She restlessly played with the paddle, perhaps to distract herself from making eye contact with him. He reached around her hip, snatching the paddle from her hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “Where did you go to see their news page?”
Her throat worked, her gaze shifting away.
“Eyes on me when you answer.”
Those pretty blue eyes widened and focused on him. He saw when it happened, the exact moment when she broke. Her nostrils flared, and she closed her eyes, tears tracking down her cheeks. “I went to Facebook.”
“That’s a girl. Now, we’re getting somewhere. Why didn’t you tell me that you were on Facebook when I first came out?” He held her hand in his, stroking the top of it lightly.
“I-I didn’t want to be spanked. And you had that in your hand.” She pointed at his belt like it was a live anaconda.
He couldn’t resist chuckling at how adorable she looked, and yet, so naughty at the same time. “Yes, Daddy’s belt was in his hand because you were warned that getting onto Facebook would mean getting the belt, right?”
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