After a night of bratting, I didn’t sleep too well. Hearing that lingering, “just you wait, little girl” that you whispered into my ear.
I tossed and I turned thinking about all the ways you could make me regret going against your words. I know you felt every one of my movements by the way you pulled me into you each time. Forever my sweetest protector.
The sun has finally risen above the horizon now as evidence of the sunlight making shadows on the walls.
I feel you stir behind me, pulling me to you by my waist, “Good morning my little princess”.
I shiver from your breath on my ear. My chin slightly lifting up. You waste no time not opportunity to snake your strong hand around my throat, squeezing so tight I can’t even keep my eyes open.
“You remember how you treated me last night, I’m sure and you’ll remember how dumb it was for days to come, you little fucking brat.”
My hands claw at yours to signal that I can’t breathe. You only let up for a split second. Teasing me with proper oxygen flow. My legs begin to lift, prepared to thrash if you don’t let go. Right before I’m sure I’ll pass out, your grip lightens. A head rush making me gasp, Daddy. You know how I like that your my line between danger and safety. I know you love to ride it so smoothly. Your thumb traces my bottom lip as I stare at you in total awe of your power.
I make eye contact with you, “I love you, Sir”
“Oh, Darling. I love you too,” you whispered so close to my ear.
“Oh-“ I exclaim as you turn me on my stomach, sitting on my legs, one hand around my wrists pinning them to my back, and the other reaching for the rope you put on the nightstand.
I offer no struggle as I allow you to easily bind my hands together. I’ve come to terms with this situation hours before. Once your done, you pick me up and put me over your knees.
“Remember how many times you said ‘Make me’,” you inquire.
“Yes Sir, 26 times.” I replied without hesitation.
“That’s correct. You will count every single spank I give you today. If you miss one, mess up, or hesitate, I will add three more.”
“Yes Daddy”, I love when you give me rules. I love knowing you will make me remember my discretions for days. Make me submit to you, Daddy. Force it out of me.
You start gently as always, tracing my bare skin, massaging it so nicely that I begin to relax. Just to mess it up with the first spank.
SMACK.
“1, Sir,”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
“2, 3, 4,” I managed to scream in pain.
Each hit harder than the last. I’m sure my skin is red now. I can feel it burning hot against the hand that soothes it.
“Get up. Wall position. Now.”
My clit quivers at the tone of sheer power in your voice. I do not hesitate to stand up and walk over to the wall. Placing my forehead on the wall since my hands are tied, feet approximately two feet away from the baseboards, spread slightly last shoulder length. I can feel myself getting slicker by the second as I imagine your face watching your little girl follow orders so obediently. Your eyes darkening at the sight of her red, swollen bottom presenter to you- a nice fleshy little meal for your sordid little thoughts.
I don’t even hear you get up. I see your shadow on the floor move, you’re as quiet as a mountain lion stalking its prey. I’m your prey, and I won’t run hard today. I want you to catch me. I need to feel your desire burning through you like-
WHACK
WHACK
Fucking hell. The belt.
“Ahhh 5!!”
“6” I yell past the stinging sensation across my asscheeks. I can feel the stripes decorating my flesh. I whisper the last one through the pain.
A slight chuckle at the volume of my voice followed by four more swift whacks of your old leather belt. Each met with the same monotone voice. No longer showing you how much effect you have on me.
“7”
“8”
“9”
“10”
As your spanks get harder, my attitude returns. I’m dripping down my legs even as I can feel the red deepening in my cheeks.
“Down. Obey”
A fervent nod followed by the quiet rustling of my knees hitting the carpet. I remember to tuck my feet under my bottom this time. The cool skin of my soles soothing the burning on my cheeks. My hands still placed neatly behind me. My head bowed in respect, silently admitting that I am yours. Despite how badly I fight it, I know I am yours. I would go through hell if the devil told me you were on the other side. I’d give you every part of me if you asked me to.
Your finger under my chin breaks my train of thought. I tentatively raise my head, keeping my eyes down. I am not worthy of meeting your gaze. That is a privilege for good girls. Not bad ones who disobey knowingly for your attention.
“You know why this is happening, yes?” Your voice is so soft. Almost as if you could read my thoughts.
I nod my head in a response.
“Use your words little one, tell me why Daddy needs to spank you so hard. Tell me what you know.”
Afraid to speak incorrectly, I take a deep breath. “I was a brat to him last night. I deserve this punishment in response to my actions. Daddy needs to show me who I am to him.”
The quiver in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed. You drop down to one knee, making me look at you. I take in the sweat adorning your eyebrows. Your eyes drinking in mine. “Daddy loves his little Babygirl. He needs to show her that in order to make her realize how much she means to him, he has to put her in your little place. Do you understand that I’m correcting your behavior? That this is to show you how much I care?”
Meeting your stare, I whisper, “Yes Dada. I care about you too.”
That seemed to satisfy you as you stood back up, belt in hand, and said, “ Then you’ll get back into position. I’m not done with you quite yet.”
I follow orders with a slight smile on my face. The wall feels cool underneath my forehead. My knees slightly bent for every smack.
I count all the way to 26 licks. Gasping and crying and ultimately pouring my juices down my thighs. I can feel how hot my flesh is. I wouldn’t be surprised if you bruised it.
“Alright little one. Your punishment is done.” You haven’t released me from my position, yet. You stand so close to me that the I can feel you’re rock hard. You’re pressing yourself into the warm flesh in front of you. Grinding into the wetness you created as you pull on my wrists, untying them as if you aren’t making an even bigger mess of me.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, Princess. Drop.”
You release me finally and I stand there ready for you to take me to the bath.
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