Page 154 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I know it does. I know it doesn’t feel good, just like Daddy didn’t feel good when you ran off last night and he didn’t know where you were.”
His words were like a knife twisting in my gut, and I swallowed hard to choke back tears.
“Yesss, Daddy,” I hissed. “I’m sorry..”
“I know, baby.”
A sharp pain wracked through me and I doubled over in pain. Cas scooped me up and set me on the toilet. Under any normal circumstances, I would have held it until he left the room, or at least turned away, but these were not normal circumstances and to my utter shame and humiliation, I had absolutely no control over what happened next as my insides seemed to explode out my bottom.
I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, both from the enema and the shame of my previous actions, but Cas… Cas was great.
He acted like everything happening was completely normal, and maybe to him it was. He held my hand and told me how proud he was of me, which blew my mind. Like… proud for what reason?
For shitting my brains out? Whatever, I didn’t question it.
When my bowels were well and truly emptied, and Cas had cleaned me up, there was a level of freedom in knowing he’d already seen the worst of me, the most mortifying things I could think of. It made the promised butt plug and bare bottom spanking seem like a walk in the park.
Right up until that moment when I was in position across Daddy Cas’ lap with my skirt flipped up, and the first swat of the hairbrush hit my bottom.
“What the hell?” I cried, twisting my entire body in an attempt to escape the pain.
Cas just held me in place. I caught a glimpse of his expression, but he was stone-faced, unblinking.
“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment. And it’s going to be a very long and painful one, so you best settle in, babygirl.” He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the middle of my back, holding both of my wrists with only one hand. Then he scissored his legs so that mine were caught between them, and tugged my body closer to his waist. “You have to stay in position, babygirl, or you’re gonna get hurt. And not from the spanking. Now, you can cry and scream if you need to, and you do know how to use a safeword, we’ve established that, but this is a punishment, and it's going to be hard to take.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed, already crying and the spanking hadn’t even really started.
Cas brought the hairbrush down across my bottom half a dozen more times and each swat elicited a louder wail from me. It hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced, and I wanted to jump off his lap and run away. But also I was so grateful he wasn't letting me, because there was a part of me that recognized how badly I needed this. I needed to be punished for my actions and more than that, I needed to know there was someone who cared what I did and how I acted, whether or not I was drinking enough water or eating properly, and if I was being safe. I hadn't had that, not really, for a very long time.
And it felt good. Good enough to force myself to lie still and take every whack of the evil hairbrush across my already throbbing bottom.
For a while there were only two sounds in the room. The thud of the brush, and my cries.
And then just when I’d let both things lull me into a false sense of security, Cas started to speak.
“You have been a very naughty girl. I tried to show you a good time, a very special birthday, to start our road trip off on a high note and you blew me off to party with strangers. You ignored all my rules and did what you wanted. And the worst you're going to have to show for it is a very sore bottom and a hangover, but it could have been much worse. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I won't drink again on the trip except with you.”
“Oh I know you won’t,” Cas responded quickly. “You're grounded from alcohol until further notice. You take so much as a sip and I will make it so you can't sit down, do you hear me?”
I gasped. “I've never been grounded from anything.”
“And that's probably where Jared and I went wrong,” Cas acknowledged. “We tried so hard to not step into your parents’ shoes, you really didn't have much discipline. Of course you weren't a bad kid regardless, but there were a few times we should have put you in your place.” He cleared his throat. “That's what I'm doing now, babygirl. Putting you in your place. And currently that place is over my knee getting your backside walloped.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He paused and rubbed a hand over my throbbing globes. “Crap,” he swore. “I forgot the plug.”
I tensed when his thick finger massaged my tight back hole. Nothing had ever gone in there before, but his finger did.
“Naughty babygirls get their bottoms punished inside and out,” he scolded, pumping his finger inside me.
I gasped and pushed my thighs apart. It was so naughty… so humiliating. Why did it feel so good?
“If you were mine, when I was done spanking your naughty bottom cherry red, I’d take the plug out and replace it with my cock,” Cas said gruffly. His voice had an odd tone I hadn't heard before, like he was removed from reality and didn't quite know what he was saying… or who he was saying it to.
And god… the things he was saying.
