Page 38 of XOXO, Daddy
“You colored outside the lines, didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically. I nodded, knowing he didn’t need an answer, but still feeling like doing nothing would be the wrong choice.
“I was afraid of this,” he sighed heavily, shaking his head. “Come here.” With a snap of his fingers, he urged me to stand up. I stood nervously, unsure of what the big deal was. It was just coloring, after all.
“Little girls who don’t listen need to be punished.” The once kind and gentle voice Nathan had possessed had been replaced with a tone much darker and more menacing. This wasn’t like when Adam had been possessive of me with Nathan before. No, this wasn’t right. This was not what I wanted.
Grasping my arm with a grip that was far too rough for my tender skin, he pulled me sharply. I lost my balance, tripping over my own two feet and falling unceremoniously over his lap.
A hand pressed on my back, holding me down as he repositioned me.
I kicked.
I tried to pull away.
“Nathan, please stop! I do not want this!” I shrieked, my voice muffled by the blanket my face was pressed into.
“That’s why you need a Daddy, Bunny. To teach you the error of your ways.” With a grip on the waistband of my skirt and panties, he yanked them down, baring my bottom to the empty room. My hands flew backwards, trying desperately to cover myself.
“Red!” I yelled into the blanket.
But nothing happened. He did not stop.
“This isn’t a scene! Nathan!” I hollered, but it was to no avail. His hand came down in steady swats over my tender skin.
“Red! Red!Red!”I cried as the spank after spank landed sharply.
“Oh, I like the way you jiggle when I spank you, Bunny,” he nearly drawled with arousal. I could feel his hardness pressed into the softness of my belly. Acid burned my throat as my stomach flipped.
I was going to be sick.
Gritting my teeth, and trying desperately to quell the vomit threatening to escape, I started to count in my mind.
One, two, three, four, five…I began, just hoping I could keep myself calm.
Strike after strike landed over my sensitive flesh. He wasnotbeing gentle.
“There we are,” he finally sighed, rubbing his hand over my reddened and stinging bare bottom.
My mind felt laser focused on one thing and one thing only: getting out of there.
With a fake smile plastered on my face, I carefully rose from his lap, pulling my skirt and panties back up. I hissed as the fabric slid over the sensitive and stinging skin along the curves of my ass and my thighs.
“Thank you for correcting me,” I managed to say, my voice trembling only slightly.
“You’re a very good girl for taking it so well.” A pleased smile from a Daddy should make any little feel better. But this smile only made my stomach turn even more sour. This man was not my Daddy.
“I should really head home. I have work in the morning,” I said with a shy smile, hoping my expression didn’t give away the fear and shame I felt.
“And she’s good about bedtimes? Be still my heart!” Nathan praised, his hand over his heart as he looked at me with pride.
I didn’t want his pride.
I didn’t want his punishments.
I just wanted to go home.
“Alright, then…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to get from this conversation to my car without causing any kind of fuss.
“Hopefully we can play again soon, Bunny. That would make me very happy.” He stood from the bed in the aftercare room, crossing over to me and brushing his fingers over my cheek.
