Page 31 of Daddy's Little Liar
She dropped her forehead onto the table. Her groan was all the answer he needed.
“You did, didn’t you? The whole drive back, you were hoping Daddy would call you out like the naughty little girl you are and hold you accountable for your misbehavior. Answer me. Isn’t that right?”
She bounced and buried her face between her arms.
“Yes,” she finally moaned. “I-I thought... maybe... I don’t know. Do we have to talk about it?”
Taking hold of the ginger plug, he twisted it, and her chest jerked up off the table. She sucked a deep breath, bracing herself up on stiff arms, her head thrown back as her hips twisted again. She wasn’t quite brave enough to try wrenching away, but she wasn’t used to this and couldn’t make herself hold still.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her tight, helping her to maintain her position as he punished her little bottom hole with in-and-out thrusts that started slow but grew faster and harder until she wasn’t just mewling and squeaking, she was shouting.
“Daddy! Daddy, I’m sorry! Daddy, it burns!”
The more friction he gave her, the more it would burn. He shoved it home again, holding it firmly in place until her mindless thrashing died down to whimpers and panting. Her thighs were tense and shaking now as he told her,
“You don’t want to talk anymore? Fine. Hold your bottom still, young lady. One spanking for not doing as you were told and leaving Daddy to worry about you all day long, coming right up.”
He was even less gentle as he spanked her than he had been with the ginger root. She wasn’t experienced enough to know he wasn’t giving her a warmup. She rolled her lips, muffling her squeaks and squeals through the first few slaps, but he was putting his arm into it and quickly broke her silence.
“Daddy, ow! Too hard!”
He knew it was hard. He could feel the sting of each flattening impact in his own hand, but he didn’t let up. Four swats were what it took to cover the whole surface of her round bottom, turning it a hot shade of pink that gradually flushed darker as his spanks overlapped.
“Daddy, ow!” she whined, her pitch climbing higher and her feet kicking up.
“Was this what you were thinking about as you came driving home to Daddy?” he asked, intensifying his spanks, the flat of his hand landing harder, dancing back and forth, cheek to cheek, turning every bit of pale skin to bright blushing pink.
“No! Ow!”
“No?” He dropped his aim, catching her sit spots, where the tender tops of her thighs melted into the curve of her blushing bottom.
Losing the bid for obedience, she tried to get up and only stopped because he picked her up. He carried her to the couch, ignoring her gasp and startled shout.
“W-Wait! Put me down! D-Daddy? Daddy, put me down!”
He did, straight over the back of the couch. She tried to push back up and off, but his hand on the small of her back stopped her. She tried to crawl over the high back to fall facedown on the cushions. He stopped that too, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and twisting to pull it tight enough to hold her.
“Daddy, please! Not hard! You’re being too hard.”
“I’ve just started, baby girl. You have no idea how hard Daddy’s spankings can get, but you’re about to find out. I intend to make sure you never, ever leave me to worry about you the way I did today.” Now that she was secure in a position that wouldn’t cause her injured foot accidental pain, he let her have it. Hard and fast, his iron-hard palm bounced off her flush bottom, back and forth, up and down, catching the tops of her thighs with every third or fourth slap, just to drive it home.
She threw back her hand, palm up, fingers splayed, and promptly burst into tears when he caught her naughty arm and pinned that wayward wrist into the grip of his other hand.
“Do that again, and Daddy’s belt will come off sooner than you want it to.”
Her other hand shot back.
“Georgia,” he warned.
She grabbed her bottom and tried to hold on when he caught that wrist and easily pried her hand away.
“I changed my mind, Daddy,” she sobbed. “I changed my mind!”
It wasn’t the safeword, but Kace had only a moment’s indecision to wonder if she meant it before deciding in favor of caution. Releasing her hands, he removed the ginger plug and tossed it into the nearest garbage. Careful of her foot, he pulled her off the back of the couch and into his arms. She let him press her head against his shoulder, which was a good sign he hadn’t taken it too far, and perhaps she hadn’t even meant him to stop. She even wrapped her hands hesitantly around him when he embraced her, and that went a long way toward telling him what this really was.
She was inexperienced, and it had become intense, the way well-earned spankings should. Far faster, harder, and more painful than his last spanking had been, right from the start, and she hadn’t expected it. That was all right. He kissed the top of her head. She was about to find out she hadn’t yet received half of what she was due.
“It’s all right,” he said as she let go of him to grab her bottom, rubbing fitfully to extinguish the smart pain. “It’s all right.”
