Page 17 of Daddy's Orders

“People are gonna hear,” Rip hissed, then he reached for something on the floor. Then, before she knew what was happening, she felt her panties being stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet.

“You need me to stop, you knock three times,” Rip told her. “But something tells me you can get through this.”

Mabel bit down on the white fabric of her panties.

Thunk.

She bit harder still, tasting the cotton between her teeth, but also tasting herself. A subtle sweetness that she had never tasted before. She wondered what Rip would think of the taste. She wondered if Rip thought of her sexually, or if this was purely an act of control for him.

Thunk.

Mabel spat out her panties. “That was five,” she gasped.

Rip looked down at her. “Did I say you could talk, Miss?”

Mabel scowled. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“Actually, sub, when I’m spanking your ass, Iamthe boss of you.” He paused, glaring at her. “I am absolutely, totally, one hundred percent the boss of you. Understood?”

Mabel took a moment to think. There were two ways that she could play this. She could get mad at Rip all over again, which would somehow erase everything that had just happened between them. Or, she could play along. This was just a game, after all. A double-dare.

She sighed. “Yeah. I get it.”

“Not good enough,” said Rip. “Say it like this: ‘Yes, sir’.”

Mabel swallowed.

“Come on,” said Rip impatiently. “You might not respect me out there, in front of the others. But in here is different. This is our world, just you and me. And in here, you respect me. In here, you belong to me. So, you call me sir.”

Mabel felt a whirlwind of emotions bubbling inside her. She had enjoyed being spanked just now, letting Rip dominate her. But it wasn’t real. This wasn’t real. She couldn’t let Rip win.

“I’ll call you sir,” she said slowly, “when hell freezes over.”

She snatched up her panties, pulled down her skirt, and marched out of the trailer.

CHAPTER 6

Brandon Marshall was back.

Rip had seen him while he was out for his morning run, and he had felt so relieved he almost punched the air.

Brandon Marshall was back, and that meant that there would be no more stalling on the movie. He’d help Rip whip the Littles into shape. They’d hold their guns like they were meant to, and they’d shoot the scenes, and then Rip could get back to his life in LA.

Rip didn’t live in one of the fancy parts of LA: Malibu or Beverly Hills or whatever. He lived in a shitty part. Not quite Skid Row, but close. His job in the US Marines wasn’t badly paid, but he was careful with his money. Put most of his salary in stocks and shares, and had done ever since he’d started earning aged sixteen. Even though he mainly worked in Hollywood now, he didn’t want to blow his paycheck on a stupidly overpriced mansion.

The downside of that life was that it would get kinda grim. His one-bed apartment wasn’t exactly inviting. He was actually enjoying the fresh air and good views in Liberty way more than he’d expected. Reminded him of his time in the Marines, being out in the open, enjoying nature.

Still, LA was home, and this wasn’t. This was… confusing.

As he ate his breakfast, he could hardly believe what had happened yesterday afternoon. The dueling scene with Mabel. The spanking in the trailer afterward.

It had been confusing enough that Mabel had been brought onto the set to work alongside him, showing him up in front of the Littles, making him look silly. But then, to have found himself spanking her last night…

Of course, he’d entertained the idea before it had happened. Of course, he’d wondered how good it might feel to punish her for being so sassy and cocksure. Of course, he’d imagined what her ass might look like, bared to him in the evening moonlight, as his hand fell down upon it, showing her who was boss.

But he never thought any of it actuallywouldhappen. When she’d dared him, pretending that it was just a game to her, he knew that it was what she really wanted. Even ifshedidn’t know it yet.

So, he’d called her bluff.

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