Page 28 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Yes, Daddy.” Sage didn’t like the sudden shift in tactics. She liked the looks of that thin switch even less. It looked too much like a cane which she feared more than a criminal with a loaded gun.

“I’m waiting.”

Her legs finally followed the order from her brain and walked her over to the bed. A whimper escaped her lips as Kaden tugged her hips lower so that her buttocks pushed up at the perfect angle he wanted. The feel of the switch tracing the curve where her cheeks and thighs met caused her to jerk.

“Remind me, Babygirl, what happens to naughty little girls who torment their Daddies?”

“To be fair, Daddy, in this instance, I didn’t torment you.”

Her cry echoed through the room as he rewarded her impudence with a strike across both cheeks.

“Jee-sus Christ, that hurts!”

“What’s the matter? Aren’t punishment spankings supposed to hurt?”

“With that thing, it’s not anywhere near a spanking,” she wailed, desperately clawing at the bedding in an attempt not to reach back and rub the smarting rash embedded into her soft flesh.

“OWWW!” she cried, as Kaden used a fingernail to trace the crimson outline, stoking the fire he had created.

“I ask again. Do you agree that naughty little girls who torment their Daddies deserve to be punished?”

Not wishing to draw out the interrogation and earn more strikes than necessary, Sage gave in, reluctantly, which she didn’t bother to hide from her voice.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“This time, you’ll learn what true punishment means. It’s time you differentiate between what’s acceptable and what’s not.”

“I already know! I’m sorry for attempting to manipulate you into punishing me.”

“Did you deliberately spice up my plate of food, Sage?”

Suddenly, her prank wasn’t all that funny, not now that her ass was about to pay the price for an act of petty vengeance.

“Yes, Sir, I did. I was a bad girl, and I’m sorry.”

“Good, then let’s get this over with. Remember my warning. Keep your hands out of the way. You can twist and move around but do not lift your legs. Every time you do, I add two strikes. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Two quick swats landed on her soft cheeks, leaving her gasping, and completely amazed by the stinging sensation. Now that the initial shock of the previous strikes evaporated, she couldn’t stop her hips from dancing and twitching as welts appeared in the wake of the strikes peppering her behind.

Amazingly, it felt like a butterfly kiss against her skin—at first. Each strike branded her with its own mark that stung, beautifully, and with just the right amount of pain to spark the lust inside her. Then, slowly the swats intensified, turning into white hot slashes that tore through her entire being.

Her cries turned to screams, then to tears and finally into sobs as each line seemed to remind her of every piece of ghost pepper she had added to Kaden’s dish.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she screamed. “I won’t be a bad girl again.”

The switch bounced back off her thighs a final time, his voice soothing and rich, assuring her it was over.

“That’s debatable, Babygirl, but I’m proud of you. You handled your punishment very well.”

No longer bound by his warning, she reached back, whimpering as she rubbed the sting that rapidly turned to fire with every swipe of her hand.

“God, it hurts,” she wailed, filled with surprise at how she could feel the welts swelling and forming under her hands. “It feels like you’ve cut me into shreds!”

“No, Babygirl, I will never cut your skin, not even during a whipping.” He brushed her hands away and gently cupped her cheeks, waited a second until her breathing settled then squeezed.

“Fucking hell!” She screamed as the pain threatened to blind her. But then, the moment he let go, it all flowed out of her as if he had absorbed it into his own hands.

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