Page 14 of Halloween with a Daddy
I wander aimlessly around the library, looking over the books on the shelves, inspecting the craftsmanship of the furniture, and finally stop at the large ornate desk Edgar was sitting at when I first walked in. My curiosity is piqued when I notice a wooden paddle, a leather strap, and a length of wood with a curved handle hanging on the wall behind the desk.
“What are those for?” I glance back at Edgar.
“Those are from a different time.” He stands up and walks over. “My dad said they might have been left here when the library was being used as a school, but I’m not entirely sure.”
“Glad I didn’t go to school here.” I turn towards him and flash a devious grin.
“Especially in that outfit.” He chuckles.
“Scandalous schoolgirls didn’t fare too well back then.” I glance at the wall again. “I wonder which one I would have been most acquainted with.”
“I believe the paddle was more commonly used, even in those days.” He walks over and inspects the implements. “Probably the only one with the craftsmanship not to fall apart now. The leather strap hasn’t been oiled in a really long time, and the cane looks like it’s got quite a few cracks.”
I twist on my toes and look down at the floor. The paddle intrigues me more than the other two. There are a few books my grandmother would have stopped me from reading if she knew I was nose-deep in them at such a young age. They probably awakened a few curiosities I’ve forgotten over the years, but I can’t help them from coming to the surface now.
“So, I guess it would be the paddle.” I bite down on my bottom lip as he turns around. “Aren’t you going to get it?”
“Maybe that costume is more appropriate than I realized.” He levels his gaze on me and his demeanor stiffens. “If you want me to paddle you, then bend over the desk.”
My stomach flutters and he doesn’t break his gaze as I walk to the desk and lean forward, pressing my palms on the desk.
“You call that bending over?” He asks, scoffing at my position. “Keep going until your hands touch the other side of the desk.”
I swallow hard and stretch further. Touching the other side of the desk almost puts me on my stomach and I can feel the skirt sliding up. I do my best to ignore it, even though it makes me uncomfortable.
“Like this?” I look up at him.
“Yes, that’s a lot better.” He takes the paddle down from the wall, patting it on his palm as he turns around. “It seems to have held up through the years.”
“That might not be good for me.” I bite down on my bottom lip and grin.
“Alright, scandalous schoolgirl.” He chuckles. “Let’s see if we can’t correct some of your naughty behavior.”
I lean against the desk in anticipation, but some anxiety creeps up when Edgar walks behind me. He complimented my ass. Now he has a lot better view of it. This feels like something Amelia would do when she’s on the prowl for her latest crush, although I wore some short skirts when I foolishly thought I could tempt my history teacher. This one ismuchshorter.
“Are you ready?” Edgar rubs the back of my skirt with the paddle and I stiffen up.
“Yes.” I say as I force myself to relax a little.
“Unless you want an extra whack with this thing, the next word out of your mouth better be Sir. You’re already getting three.” His tone gets more forceful, and I feel compelled to obey.
“Sir!” I respond quickly. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better.” He pats my ass with the paddle, pulls it back and swings it just hard enough to softly thud against my skirt.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad.” I look back at him, and a mischievous grin forces its way onto the corner of my lips.
“Keep facing forward.” He narrows his eyes, and I do as he says. “This one will be harder.”
Edgar rubs the back of my skirt in a circular motion, then pulls the paddle back. I tense up, but instead of giving me another swat, he just taps my ass twice. He does the same thing again, and I relax a little. The third time he pulls the paddle back, it comes down hard enough to create an audible smack that echoes through the library.
“Now I feel like I’m trouble.” My back arches some, and I exhale sharply as a light sting radiates across the surface of my ass.
“One more.” He says, rubbing the paddle against my skirt.
“Yes, sir.” I settle back into position.
I don’t know if it’s Edgar, a hidden kinkiness I didn’t know I had, the alcohol, or all of the above, but I feel more alive than I ever have. I’m waking up to possibilities I never imagined. And my imagination is in full swing, digging into the darkest corners of my mind and dragging things to the surface that are making my head spin. But I like it.
