Page 43 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“I know. That’s why it’s usually very effective.” He reached forward to tap one of the small, almost invisible circles drawn on the wall. “To stave off that boredom, you can think about what happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies.”
Chapter Two
Micah
Like that is going to help!
Sighing, her face flushed, Micah stepped closer to the wall and leaned forward until her breasts flattened slightly, her nipples centered into the two circles her Daddy had precisely placed the first time she’d been sent to her naughty-girl corner. Her nose was pressed into its own circle, the three points of contact enough to make her feel as if she were indeed one with the corner. A corner where only naughty Little girls were sent.
“Feet further apart and get that bottom up and out,” Stone reminded.
“Daddy, I’m?—”
“About to earn a round with my belt.”
The warning was enough to have her bottom lifting and pushing toward him as if asking for the implement when it was far from what she wished. Without being told, her hands came around to cross against her lower back, and she was surprised when she felt her Daddy take them in his much larger ones. He gave her fingers a squeeze before placing one hand on each of her buttocks.
“Go ahead and spread yourself. Daddy wants to see all of you while you spend your corner time deciding how far you’re going to take your naughtiness.”
If her face had been warm before, it was burning now with that particular instruction. Instead of spreading, her fingers fisted. “I-I don’t need time, I’m?—”
“The Little,” he said, cutting her off. “And who am I?”
She couldn’t stop the soft sigh she gave before murmuring, “You’re the Daddy.”
“That’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you’ll spend as long as I deem it necessary standing in your naughty-girl corner with your titties in their circles and your bottom hole on display to help you remember that being naughty has consequences. Now, I suggest you do as you’ve been instructed, or I can pull my belt off and stripe your little ass before you pull yourself wide. As always, the choice is yours, little girl.”
The choice is yours.
That was the second time he said those words. Could he have said anything truer? Micah didn’t think so. She’d learned those words were practically a mantra in their dynamic. She knew couples who’d chosen more of a BDSM relationship than the Daddy/little girl dynamic she needed in her life, but Dominant or Daddy, it seemed the rules of “safe, sane and consensual” were only a fraction of what was practiced. Stone was indeed her Daddy, the man she’d chosen to make all the rules, to be the final say in decisions pertaining to the two of them, but he never failed to remind her that anything that happened was only done with her approval, her choice to have it so.
She was a highly-educated woman, had spent years of her life researching, learning, and applying that knowledge in her chosen profession of an ER trauma nurse. Despite all of that, she’d also discovered that there were things she’d never fully understand. All she knew for certain was that her psyche demanded she include things in her life that others might find taboo. Micah knew she’d survive without anything remotely kinky, but she’d feel so very, very lost without her Daddy. He not only allowed her to be who she was, but he encouraged her to let go and embrace all the parts that made her uniquely her.
The way she saw it, she had two choices. She could continue to pretend she had no clue where the list was, or she could confess. Of course, if she went with choice number one, the guilt already nibbling at her heart at this moment, would turn into an all-consuming monster until she finally came clean and begged him to forgive her. Was that any way to start their vacation?
Knowing she’d made a big mistake, she relaxed her fists and slid her fingertips into the crack of her ass and pulled the halves apart.
“Like this, Daddy?” she asked, her voice soft and yet holding a huskiness that spoke of her guilt as well as telegraphed her need to please the man she’d wronged.
“Exactly like that, baby, thank you.”
She quivered at the feel of his hand covering one of hers, knowing his eyes were on her most secret opening. When she felt his lips press to her bare shoulder, she could also feel the bulge in his jeans that spoke of his being aroused. The realization caused her pulse to race and her kitty to begin to weep with need. When he pulled away, leaving her alone in the corner, she was berating herself for ever thinking she could get away with trying to disobey. What had she been thinking?
You were thinking if none of Daddy’s implements were packed in your suitcase, he couldn’t use them on you.
“Duh,” Micah muttered to her inner voice.
Did you stop to think Daddy could buy more or that he’d be smart enough to come up with other ideas to punish you?
“That’s the point. I don’t want to be punished,” she said softly.
Or use them to pleasure you?
The thought brought her up short. Why hadn’t that occurred to her when she’d taken the bag he’d requested she pack in her case and hidden it instead?
“Because you’re an idiot.”
“You’re not and no talking during corner-time.”
