Page 11 of Trained By Her Daddy

I parted my lips to speak, but no sound emerged. When Jake first proposed that I be trained by his father, the idea seemed preposterous. But as I looked over my shoulder and noticed John’s bushy dark eyebrow was raised, it was crystal clear he was serious. Yes, indeed, this was my publisher’s strict father who wanted to teach me about the world of D/s, the man who invited me into his home for a week to be my Daddy Dom, and his determined expression revealed he was nowhere near finished disciplining my bare ass for testing him.

“When I ask you a question, young lady, you will answer me.” Though his tone was deep, it sounded eerily calm and collected.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good girl,” he said as his rock-hard palm fell onto my bare behind like the steady beat of a metronome. Though I tried my best to be stoic, the high-pitched shrieks that emerged from my dry throat displayed my obvious low tolerance for ass pain. Which is so ironic, because I’ve been told by more than one editor that I’m a pain in the ass.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“That hurt like fucking hell!”

“Try again,” he directed, landing a firm swat on the inside of each thigh.

“I promise not to say fuck anymore?”

A brisk slap landed straight across my buttocks. “Nope.”

“Aghh! Okay! I promise to behave myself.”

“Have you finally learned I am a man of my word?”

“Yes, sir,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

“Good. Now sit on my lap, please, so I can see your pretty face.”

While deliberating his command, long blonde strands of wavy hair dangled around my heated humiliated cheeks, as I lowered myself to the floor and peered up at him through swollen, watery eyes. My first inclination was to tug my top down in hopes of hiding my pussy before crawling onto his muscular thighs, but John immediately picked me up and dragged my sore ass over the scratchy fabric of his pants. Then he offered me a sly smile, drew me to his chest, and cradled my body in a warm hug before shifting my weight to the side of his leg. Curiously, I watched him give me a rakish wink, and as my eyes were drawn downward, they focused on a small wet stain spreading on the gray material beneath me. I breathed a dramatic sigh and dropped my face, but his finger quickly moved under my chin to prop it back up.

“What are you thinking?”

Like the classic train wreck syndrome, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing one more time in disbelief at my body’s betrayal. Fuck. Was that my own damn arousal permeating the air? “I’m thinking I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life.”

“Head over to the corner, missy,” he instructed, sliding me off his lap.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

As he stood and crossed his arms, his expression remained steadfast. “Do I look amused?”

Standing before him half naked, I reached for the elastic that had pooled at my ankles until I saw him slowly shake his head, his gaze penetrating.

“No, my dear. Your Daddy pulled your pants down, and there they’ll stay for now.”

His eyes traveled the length of my body, and I watched his lips curve in amusement as he stopped to glance at the soft blonde curls that covered my pussy. “You may walk that red bottom of yours across the room and press your adorable nose against the wall,” he instructed nonchalantly. “Do you think you can follow those directions, or will you be needing more encouragement?”

Watching him finger the outline of his belt proved to be all the inspiration I needed, and I began hobbling over to the corner, tugging at the hem of my top in hopes of covering my inflamed ass. But he obviously didn’t want his view obstructed.

“Keep those hands in front of you. Daddy wants to see those red naughty cheeks of yours.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered as large tears of humiliation filled my eyes again.

Your Daddy pulled your pants down, and there they’ll stay for now.Damn, how that phrase sent a shiver down my spine. I was so intrigued by this older man, and there was no doubt his dominant demeanor captivated me. Nevertheless, a sensible voice in my head administered a harsh rebuke for putting myself in such an insane position. From the moment he gave me his list of house rules, I should’ve said, John, I’m not cut out for this—I’m taking the next flight home. The rational blood in my bones should’ve had me dialing Jake’s number so I could end the ridiculous agreement between us. But instead, here I was, nestling my nose into the corner of his guest room with my hands folded in front of me—just like he instructed me to do.

What was happening to me?

Listening to him shift on the armless chair across the room, I knew John was making himself comfortable as he studied my every move. His arms were probably crossed while his head cocked to one side as his piercing eyes watched my naked ass shudder with shame.

“Push your disrespectful bottom out further. I want it shamefully on display.”

Instinctively, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and it only took seconds for him to be behind me, administering another sharp smack to my backside that apparently was meant to supply me with a moment of clarity.

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