Page 74 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Then let’s get this taken care of.” His grin flashed, quick and boyish. “We have a wedding to get to.”
Swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat, she let herself be guided over to the bed, where he sat and pulled her down over one knee. The silk of her robe caressed her skin as he pushed it up over her bottom to settle around her waist.
“As I said, you are getting a spanking. And once this bottom is a nice, bright red, Daddy has a special plug just for his naughty girl.”
Fuck. “A special plug?”
“Well, it’s not so much the plug as it is the lube I brought with me. Do you remember when we tried the lube with the ginger in it?”
If she lived a thousand years she’d never forget the burn of that damn lube, and her stomach rolled at the memory. “I thought you said you weren’t mad!”
“I’m not. But I want this particular lesson to stick, because as much as I may enjoy your mischievous ways, today could have ended very differently. So the next time you’re tempted to go moving important things around, I want you to remember how sore your bottom was, inside and out, the last time you played games. Understood?”
The guilt she’d been struggling with all day welled up inside her chest, threatening to suffocate her. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“That’s my good girl.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held on tight as his free hand connected sharply with her bare ass, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips. He wasn’t starting off easy, the way he did when they were playing, or even when she was just in the fun kind of trouble they both enjoyed. This was very clearly a punishment, right from the start, and she knew without a doubt she’d be feeling it as she walked down the aisle with her friends.
And as much as she hated to admit it, she needed this. Needed him to be harsh and unyielding. The heavy rock of guilt in her chest wouldn’t be eased by a fun, sexy spanking. Only the pain of a serious punishment would give her the cleansing she craved.
A fact her Daddy, unfortunately, was all too aware of. Even though they’d been together less than a year, nobody had ever seen her as clearly as Beckett Stone did. Nobody had ever given her the space to be her playful, mischievous self while also holding her accountable in a way that made her feel both loved and cherished.
So that was what he was doing. With every scorching swat, he was reminding her that she knew better. That being drunk wasn’t an excuse for nearly ruining her friends’ wedding. That playful mischief was one thing, but her Daddy expected her to know where the lines were drawn, and that when she stepped over those lines, she would be punished.
Because she knew she'd earned this spanking, she tried her hardest to bear it with some kind of grace and dignity. Pressing her toes into the carpet beneath her, she held back the tears and pleas for mercy clawing at her throat. But when he shifted his attention to that extra-sensitive spot where her ass and thighs met, she couldn’t hold them back any longer.
“Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“What won’t you do again, babygirl?”
“Play pranks with important things! I’m sorry!”
Two more heavy swats landed right at the tops of her thighs, drawing a long wail from her lips as she slumped over his thigh, her breaths coming in shallow, shuddering pants.
“There we go,” he murmured, easing the ache in her chest as he ran his hand over her scorched flesh. “I know you didn’t mean to cause so much stress, baby. But as I said, I want you to remember this punishment. Reach back and hold your bottom open for your naughty-girl plug.”
Groaning not just at the thought of more pain to come, but the utter humiliation of exposing herself for her own punishment, she forced herself to reach back and grab hold of her aching bottom cheeks. It never failed to amaze her how embarrassing this whole process could be, especially since he’d seen all the most intimate parts of her on pretty much a daily basis for the past several months.
But there was just something about this act, about being forced to participate in her own discipline, that always drove that humiliation level up to an eleven.
Cold liquid splashed on her exposed hole, and then thick rubber was pressing against her tight entrance, demanding her acquiescence. Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused on relaxing her muscles to allow him in.
“Such a good girl,” he praised in that low, crooning voice she loved as the plug breached the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. “You’re taking this plug so well for me, baby. Just a little bit further. This one is a bit larger, because I want you to feel it with every step you take for the rest of the day.”
Biting back a whimper at the thought of spending the entire ceremony and reception with her bottom aching inside and out, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right, baby.” His voice was thick, and if she didn’t know any better, she might have said it sounded like he was holding back tears. “I’m your Daddy. Which means I’m the only one who will ever get to punish this naughty little hole. Isn’t that right, Ruby Red?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Only you.”
“Good girl. Bear down for me, we’re almost there.”
Determined to show him what a good girl she really was, despite the chaos she’d caused that morning, she did as she was instructed, forcing her bottom open for the plug.
And then it was inside her, the widest parts nestled deep in her bottom, stretching her open while her hole closed around the narrow neck. Sighing with relief, Ruby relaxed over her Daddy’s knee while still holding her bottom open until he gave her permission to do otherwise.
“You can let go now, baby. You’re taking your punishment so well. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
