Page 27 of Bound to the Daddy

“Well, it wouldn’t be a proper punishment if it didn’t make you feel off balanced and ill at ease, now, would it?”

“I guess not,” I grumble, feeling very small and helpless.

“Come now. We haven’t all day.”

As I take my time with my pants buttons, he pulls out his phone. Based on the conversation, the driver is going to a different location, presumably to give us longer together in the car.

“You like burgers, right?”

His question takes me off guard, and my fingers still on my zipper. “I mean, who doesn’t?”

“Just making sure you actually eat meat. Some people don’t or can’t, and I didn’t want to stress you out further when I take you for lunch.”

He goes back to his phone call, leaving me reeling. Even amidst this humiliating punishment, he’s thinking of my needs. When was the last time anyone ever did that? Unfortunately, I know I won’t be able to stomach anything until after we get this over with.

My fingers tremble as I work at my pants, dragging them and my underwear down to my knees. Thankfully, I actually wore a cute pair and not some old, ratty things I wear for comfort. Mr. Rothsbourne doesn’t even seem to notice. Was I actually wrongabout his intentions? Is this really for punishment only and not for some deviant kink?

I glance at my bare thighs, my heart leaping into my chest. The scars. Will he see them? Will he know? They’re on my inner thighs, so I should be able to conceal them well enough.

With a hard yank, he pulls me over his lap, tipping me so my head nearly rests against the floorboard. My thighs remain pressed together, allowing a small sigh of gratitude to slip past my lips. This secret, at least, is safe.

With that crisis averted, my brain does what it does best and whirls out of control, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

It must be nice having a car large enough to do this. Does he even have other people come in this car with him? With the seats right across from us, it would be perfect for a meeting.

Even as I try to relax against his thighs, I can’t get my brain to shut up. It’s on a constant loop filling my head with that voice that never goes away unless I’m sleeping or hyper focusing on something. At least I don’t have to keep worrying about my scars. That’s one mental loop I’d rather not get stuck in right now.

Thankfully, the moment his fingers rest against my ass, everything goes quiet. The near-constant hum dies down enough to let me relax over his implacable thighs. Finally, I can relax.

His thumb grazes my butt, almost absently. Twisting about, I look up at him, noting the darkness in his gaze once more. “Is this part of the punishment?”

“I’m debating,” he growls out.

“About what?”

“If I should warm you up first or not.”

“What’s the diff-” His hand crashes down against my upturned ass, drawing a screech from my lips.

“This is with you not warmed up.” He switches to the other cheek and runs his fingers up and down before giving me a much softer pat. “I’d do this for a minute or two, get your body used to being spanked, and then punish you.”

My pussy spasms with each stroke of his hand against my inflamed skin. “You seem to be a pro at this.”

“I have my moments.” He switches back to the other side and continues the lighter swats.

Over and over, he keeps up a steady rhythm, swatting each cheek until heat infuses my body from head to toe. He was right about how intimate it feels. Even though he’s not touching anything inappropriate or even commenting about how wet I fucking am, it feels too close, too personal.

Maybe I should have taken the belt. But then, that first swat hurt far more than I expected. The belt would certainly hurt far worse.

“I’m going to start with your punishment now. With each swat, you are going to say the number and follow it with, thank you, Daddy. Are we clear?”

“I- I have to thank you, too?”

“Yes. I’m correcting you, molding you into a better version of yourself. Many pay thousands of dollars for what I’m doing for free. A simple thank you is the least you can do.”

I arch up, shock making my mouth fly open. “People pay to be spanked?”

“Yes, but that’s a different conversation. I’m talking about managing your life, bringing out the best in you. Think of me as your free life coach with an unconventional way of motivating you.”

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