Page 28 of Daddy's Little Liar
Chapter Eight
Backing up half a step, Kace let her in. He tried not to show how relieved he was by her decision. That moment when she’d walked out the door, he’d wondered if it might be the last time he saw her. He told himself, if it was, then it was for the best. This lifestyle wasn’t for everyone, but it was for him, and he was ready to reclaim it.
The problem was Georgia was the little girl he couldn’t stop imagining standing at his side. He couldn’t even put his finger on why, except that she hit every one of his Daddy triggers and did it so effortlessly.
He could see himself being her Daddy for the rest of their lives, but she had to feel that way as well if this was going to work.
Ducking her head, another of those guilty little looks that tripped his triggers, she stepped into the house, sidling past him until she once more stood by the kitchen table. She rubbed her nervous hands until he took the money back from her and set the envelope aside. She offered no resistance when he turned her to face the low-backed chair he’d been sitting in the night before. Laying his hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed, guiding her in silence until she bent over. She took hold of the seat, the hard edge of the chair’s back tucking under her hips, keeping her bottom elevated for him. Two quick tugs hiked her tube skirt up, and one slow tug brought her panties to her ankles.
“Step,” he said.
One at a time, she lifted her feet, and he was careful not to tangle her panties on the brace.
“Do you want a stool to kneel on to help keep your weight off your foot?”
She shook her head, but he checked her position, anyway. Considering his options, he decided against spanking her like this. He would, however, leave her to think about it while he prepared her punishment. This was a good position for it. It was humbling. From the side, he could already see her face reddening. Giving her bottom a pat, he went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and found what he was looking for in the vegetable bin. He pulled out the plastic produce bag and drew out a length of ginger root. Selecting the largest, he cut it from the bunch and put the rest back.
“Was I the first person to give you an adult spanking?” he asked as he set himself up at the sink to peel the skin off the root.
“Yes.”
Pausing, he glanced back at her. “When you’re in trouble,” he reminded, low and stern, “how are you to answer?”
Her thighs tensed. “Yes, Daddy.”
Nodding, he went back to peeling the root.
“So, I suppose it would be completely useless to ask if there are certain implements you’d rather I not use?”
She twisted, giving him the most incredulous look. “I can choose what you use?”
“No, I’m the Daddy. I choose what I use. However, there are soft limits and hard limits. Soft limits are things we agree can be done under certain conditions after trust has been established. Hard limits mean I won’t ever use them, regardless of the circumstance.”
She blinked twice. “If I said all of them, then you wouldn’t spank me?”
“You can.” He smirked. “But since spanking is one of the cornerstones of who I am as a dominant, that would pretty much be a deal-breaker. Does spanking bother you that much?”.
“Not really.” She looked down at the seat, then sighed. “I liked parts of it. It’s just the part that hurts I’m not so fond of. I don’t know anything about implements. I’m not that experienced. I saw Fifty Shades of Gray,” she offered hopefully.
He snorted.
“We’ll start at the bottom, and I’ll educate you on up. If we find something, we’ll add it to whichever list as it needs to be.”
Sighing again, she nodded and faced the seat again. After a moment, she glanced back over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“I am peeling a piece of ginger root to put up your bottom.” He wasn’t surprised by the silence that followed.
“Um…” she finally hedged. “Why?”
“It’s part of your punishment.”
“Apart from going in the wrong hole, how is that a punishment?”
He hid his smile as he peeled away the last of the rough ginger root skin.
“It’s going to sting and burn, giving you something else to be mindful of while Daddy spanks you, first with his hand, then with his belt.”
“You’re going to spank me with your belt?” Her inexperience showed in the way she disregarded the ginger and latched onto the newer threat.
