Page 30 of Daddy's Little Liar
He laughed. Not only did she deserve points for honesty, but the slight petulance in her tone was the first hint he’d seen that she had something very special... possibly, a Little side.
He gave the ginger plug two sharp pumps, making her take the widest part of the base again and turning her muffled squeaks to grunts before seating it deeply again.
“What do you say?” he reminded.
She groaned. “No, Daddy.”
He patted her bottom. “All right, now the way I see it, you have two good spankings coming. First, for not contacting me and letting me worry all day, and that will not be a fun spanking, baby girl,” he warned, watching her reaction as he tested those untried waters.
She dropped her head onto her arms with another groan. “It hasn’t been fun yet.”
“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll happily show you how much fun it can be.” He had to fight the urge to let his hand caress lower still, down the curve of her bottom into the not-so-hidden valley between her thighs. If he did that, forget discipline. Gentle, playful touches were already too much temptation. He refocused his attention.
“Sadly, the second spanking won’t be nice for you, either. You’re going to get Daddy’s belt, and I’m going to put welts all over your bottom for leaving the money on the table after you led me to believe you’d take it with you. If you don’t want to do something, you need to tell me and more importantly, tell me why. If you don’t, you risk a spanking for not minding what Daddy says. If I know there’s a reason, we can talk it through.” He paused. “If you can change my mind, we’ll go from there. If not, you’ll still be asked to do as I told you. Are you starting to see how this works?”
“Yes,” she said, a slightly sullen note stealing into her voice.
“You don’t think it’s fair?”
“No.” The sullen note got a little stronger.
Forget resisting urges. Shifting his hand between her legs, his middle finger slid into the slick, hot seam of her pussy lips, releasing a telltale flood of moisture to spill out over his hand. She yelped and grabbed the table but didn’t stand. Her body remained in position, stiff as only a woman who hadn’t expected her pussy to be grabbed but who also wasn’t opposed to the person doing the grabbing.
Her breath caught.
“I don’t let just anyone call me Daddy,” he confessed. “In fact, you are the closest thing I’ve ever had as an exception to my personal rules. Normally, I know the women. I’ve had relationships with them, some started outside in the real world. My last one started in an actual BDSM dungeon, where I knew she was a Little long before I asked to scene with her. You’re the only one I’ve been a Daddy to, knowing it might go nowhere. Knowing you might not be a Little girl at heart or might never want to be.
“There’s more to being a Daddy Dom than just spanking naughty girls when they don’t want to mind. When I take on that role, I take it with a mind toward you and your well-being. It means I look out for you, especially if you won’t, and what you did yesterday was absolutely not in your best interest. You were recklessly, and yes,” he said, cutting off her protest before she could do more than gasp for breath, “I understand how desperate you’ve been and how hard you’ve been struggling. It wasn’t intentional self-sabotage, but it was still reckless and still dangerous, and you are very, very lucky you found me instead of someone else. Especially when you made that offer.
“Now, we will not talk about that part again. I’ve already spanked you for that. It’s over and forgiven, and I’m not one to rub your nose in past mistakes. I’d rather move on. However, it’s those reckless, self-sabotaging behaviors you engaged in after your spanking, we’re going to address now. Those are the mistakes you made, knowing full well I would never let you make them if I’d known, and also knowing I’d spanked your bottom soundly once I found out. Tell me honestly, Georgia, tell me that thought didn’t enter your mind at least once on the long drive back from Santa Fe. You knew I wouldn’t be happy about the money, and you knew I wasn’t going to happy about your ghosting me all day long.”
“Um...” Her shoulders were tense, her breathing halting and shaky.
Beneath his hand, her pussy twitched, releasing another hot rush of trickling liquid. She might not understand her body’s reaction, but he did, and he loved it. It wouldn’t get her out of one lick of what she had coming. She wouldn’t sit comfortably the rest of her drive home, but he liked she found this at least as arousing as she did confusing.
“Maybe,” she admitted. “Just a little.”
“Just a little you knew I wouldn’t be happy, just a little you knew you were going to have some hard talking to do to get out of trouble? Or just a little you knew no matter what you said, you would still end up just like this, naughty bottom bent over and bared while Daddy plugs your ass and spanks you harder than you’ve ever been spanked in your life. Because that’s what you deserve, isn’t it?”
He loved it when she squirmed, her breath catching. She wasn’t protesting, which meant he was on the right track. He didn’t know if she’d had Daddy fantasies before she came to his shop, but she was having them now, and the wetness pooling in his fingers said that clearly.
“I...”
“You drove all the way back here, knowing you were going to get spanked, didn’t you?” he softly pressed. The side of her face he could easily see was turning beet red.
“I-I…” she stammered.
He swatted her, the flat of his hand clapping hard against her right buttock before flattening the left side with equal vigor. He even spanked her pussy when his hand returned to cup her there. He was far gentler with that swat, though she still jumped and gasped.
“Mind your foot,” he cautioned when she bounced, her hips twisting as she fought herself not to move while trying to wiggle out from under the smart. Bright red palm prints flushed into being on the otherwise pale globes. “Answer me, Georgia. You knew I was going to spank you, didn’t you?”
“No,” she whimpered, burying her face in her hands.
“No?” He cocked his head, moving his hand from her wildly twitching pussy back to her right bottom cheek. She quickly grabbed the table with both hands, holding tightly to brace herself. “No, you didn’t know?”
She shook her head.
A corner of his mouth curled. “Were you hoping I would?”
