Page 111 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

He had told me not to move, and he seemed pretty serious about it, so I sat up on the massive pillow that was roughly the size of my bed back home, pulled my knees up to my chest and looked around. Everything here was ginormous. I honestly wasn't sure I could get off the giant couch if I wanted to; not without falling and breaking a bone. The house was small, and not that different from most of the cottages in the village of Venus, except for the size. The cottage itself was a near replica of my own, and very cozy and homey.

Todd was back in record time, holding a bowl that was larger than my face, and a spoon that didn't look like it would fit in my mouth. The glass of water he carried was also gigantic.

I shot him an incredulous look. He shrugged. "It’s all I have. And you have to eat."

"Not green beans," I argued.

"It's all I have. I mashed it up and added some water and salt."

"Mashed up? Like baby food?"

He raised one eyebrow and smirked. "If the shoe fits…"

I glared at him. "I am not eating green beans, mashed up or otherwise. I'd rather starve or even die."

The giant had the audacity to laugh at me for a split second before his expression turned grave. "If you're going to be childish and refuse to eat the only food available, I'm going to treat you like a child. You talked about your friend getting a spanking; how would you like to get one too?"

He whacked the giant spoon against his giant thigh and for the first time, I noticed that it was made of wood. I gulped and scooted back on the pillow, flattening myself against the wall. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me. It's been a few years, but I'm sure I can still manage to spank a naughty brat to tears easily enough."

The easy way the threats rolled off his giant tongue both terrified and intrigued me. Was he a Daddy Dom like Grayson? He certainly sounded like one. But get real, what were the odds of both Arianna and I finding ourselves with giant green daddies? Sure, Grayson was no longer giant or green, but he had been once upon a time. I had heard the stories. I blushed as I remembered them, and my gaze travelled to Todd's crotch. It wasn't hard to do—it was basically at eye level.

He caught me looking and smirked. "You wouldn't even have to get on your knees, little dreamer."

I gasped and blushed, peeling my eyes away from the bulge in his torn trousers, and up to his face. I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze. His eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"That was highly inappropriate!" I exclaimed, even as I tried not to picture the image his words had created.

"Maybe. But you started it. Probably just another tactic to avoid your breakfast if I had to guess."

He pulled up a chair and sat in front of the couch with the bowl balanced on his knee, and the spoon clutched in his hand.

He lifted it and waved it in the air between us. "A wooden spoon has always been my favorite implement. So, what's it going to be, do I use it to feed you breakfast, or do I use it to redden that pretty little bottom of yours? Your choice."

The smart thing to do would have been to open my mouth and let him shovel the wretched mashed green bean concoction into it, but smart wasn't something I was often accused of being.

"My bottom isn't pretty or little. You're just giant and… green."

"Okay, little dreamer. I get the message. Loud and clear. You've made your choice."

He put the bowl down on an end table beside the couch, and before I knew it, his giant hands had me, from just under my breasts to the tops of my waist. He lifted and I went flying, up into the air, only to come flying back down again, landing face down across his lap with a thud that nearly knocked the wind out of me.

I struggled in vain to get up, but I was so far off the ground I was effectively suspended in mid-air. "Unhand me you… you... jolly green oaf!" I used my fists to pummel his kneecaps. He didn't even flinch.

"That's Jolly Green Daddy to you,” he said with a chuckle.

"Like hell am I calling you Daddy!" I shrieked, struggling under his strong hold.

"That's okay, little dreamer. You don't have to call me Daddy. I know you're thinking it."

Damn him, I was totally thinking it.

Damn him, and Arianna and Grayson too, for putting these ridiculous fantasies in my head with their stories of magic spells, and castle storming, and therapy spankings, and giant green ogre dick.

Okay, so Arianna was the only one telling the giant green ogre dick stories, obviously, but the thoughts were still there.

Especially now. Trapped across the Giant’s lap, knowing that his cock was underneath me, giant and swollen, and probably green. Like his skin. The color of green beans. The vegetable I hated more than anything. The reason I was trapped face down under his hand, about to get spanked like a child. My train of thought brought me back to my very precarious reality.

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