Page 17 of Daddy's Firm Hand

It was hard to believe that I might get spanked today. Kinky spanked.

Would it just hurt, or might I feel something else, too?

When I arrived at work, I went through the motions, typing up reports and responding to emails, but my mind was far away, consumed with thoughts of my upcoming session with David. I fidgeted in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling a thrill at the uncertainty of how he would react. Would he scold me sternly, those piercing blue eyes flashing with disapproval? Would he put me over his knee for a sound spanking, his strong hands reddening my bottom? I shivered at the thought, desire and nervousness coiling in my belly.

"Good morning, Candy!" Janet greeted me cheerfully as she passed by my desk.

We chitchatted for a few minutes, but I had trouble keeping up my end of the conversation, my mind continuously wandering to David. I hoped Janet didn't notice how distracted I was. The hours crawled by with agonizing slowness as I watched the clock, willing the day to pass more quickly. But I also savored the build-up of anticipation, the tantalizing promise of what was to come.

Finally, mercifully, it was time to meet Daddy.

I never got tired of stepping into the playroom. It felt like I was shrugging off a costume, and finally able to be my true self, each and every time I pushed open those imposing doors.

The playroom enveloped me like a soothing embrace as I stepped inside, the familiar sweet scent wrapping around me. David's commanding presence filled the space, both daunting and comforting all at once.

"There's my sweet girl," he greeted me, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Ready to play?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak past the tightness in my throat. We settled onto the plush rug, diving into our usual routine of make-believe and building towering block castles. But even as I stacked colorful wooden pieces with clumsy fingers, my mind raced, scheming and strategizing my impending mischief.

David, astute as ever, seemed to sense my distraction. "Everything alright, baby girl? You seem far away today."

"Yes, Daddy." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "Just tired from work, that's all." I forced a smile, praying he couldn't hear the frenetic thudding of my heart.

“You’ve been working very hard. I appreciate it. Now you get to play hard, too.” His smile was so broad and kind, it made me feel doubly hard for lying.

Would heenjoyspanking me? Would it be a treat for him? Would he take my panties off, or spank me through my clothes?

My mouth was practically watering.

Minutes ticked by, each one ratcheting up the tension coiling in my belly. I watched David from the corner of my eye, waiting, biding my time until the perfect moment presented itself. When he rose and headed for the supply cabinet, muttering something about finding more toys, I knew it was now or never.

Hardly daring to breathe, I crept to the playroom door, feeling very much like a naughty toddler sneaking from her crib in the dead of night. With trembling hands, I turned the knob, wincing as it squeaked in protest. I cast one last glance over my shoulder, heart seizing at the sight of David's broad back... and then I slipped out into the unknown.

The hallway stretched before me, a forbidden wonderland begging to be explored. Giddy terror surged through my veins as I scurried along the hardwood, peeking into rooms I'd never dared enter before. Each one held some new delight - an opulent guest suite, a sunroom bursting with orchids, an oil painting of a ship weathering a violent storm.

But even as I marveled, apprehension gnawed at my gut. I knew I was being bad, deliciously, deliriously naughty. What would David do when he discovered my disobedience? The thought alone made me clench, heat pooling between my thighs.

Heart galloping, I turned a corner and froze. There, at the end of the corridor, stood a slightly ajar door, almost beckoning me closer. Something about it felt momentous, weighted with significance. Mouth dry, I crept nearer, the plush carpeting muffling my footfalls. With a tentative hand, I pushed it open, and gasped.

This had to be David’s private study. Towering mahogany shelves lined the walls, crammed with what must have been thousands of books. A massive desk dominated the center of the room, its surface strewn with papers and glinting metal instruments I couldn't identify. The air smelled of leather and ink and secrets.

Reverent, I tiptoed inside, trailing my fingers along the spines of aged novels, their titles embossed in peeling gold leaf. A shiny object caught my eye—a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. Temptation swelled within me. Surely one little sip couldn't hurt?

I reached for it, pulse throbbing in my ears, lips parting in anticipation. But before I could make contact, a throat cleared behind me. I whirled around and my heart plummeted to my shoes.

David leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, one eyebrow cocked. Even shrouded in shadows, his expression spoke volumes—and promised retribution.

"Candy," he said softly, his tone belying the steel in his eyes, "what do you think you're doing, young lady?"

A hot flush crept up my neck as I snatched my hand back, secretly thrilled by the endearment despite my precariousposition. "I . . . I was just looking," I stammered, trying for wide-eyed innocence. “Exploring.”

David pushed off the doorjamb and prowled towards me, each measured step ratcheting up the tension coiling in my belly. "Looking? Exploring?" he repeated, rolling the word around like a fine wine. "In my private study, where you know you're not allowed."

He halted a mere foot away, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his intoxicating scent of spice and man. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my breath shallow, every nerve ending crackling with electricity.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, but inside, anticipation swelled. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, the reason I'd orchestrated this whole forbidden adventure. I wanted to see how he'd react, what he'd do to me. I wanted to feel his discipline, his control. “I didn’t mean to be naughty. I just got too excited.”

David searched my face for a long moment, his jaw clenched. Then, slowly, purposefully, he undid his silver cuff links and began rolling up his sleeves. My mouth went dry at the flex of corded muscles.

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