But here I am, healing quickly, all because a lion shifter bit me and saved my life, making me his.
I have concerns, but I’m so very lucky. I owe him for saving my life. I should stop questioning his methods and behave. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” I whisper as he carries me from the room.
He leans me back, a hand between my shoulder blades, his brow furrowed. “What are you saying, Little love?”
I shrug, my cheeks heating. “I’ll be a good girl for you. You saved my life. I should be more appreciative.”
Navin stiffens and stops walking. His hand comes to the back of my neck, and he shakes his head. “No, Little love. I want you to be you. I suspect you haven’t been able to honor your true self for a long time. You’ve been living with a lot of stress and always worried. I bet you haven’t had light moments and fun.” He lifts a brow.
I purse my lips. He’s right.
“I want to know the real Brea, the one who slid off the side of the bed and hid from Daddy, the one who giggles, the mischievous one. Find her. Honor her. Life would be very boringif you were so obedient that you were more of a robot than my Little girl.”
“But if I’m naughty, you’ll spank me,” I murmur.
He grins. “And I suspect you will like being spanked.” He heads for the couch and sits with me in his lap. His gaze drops to my thigh and he touches the long scar. “I think it’s time for Daddy to spank you so you’ll know what it feels like, Little love.”
I sit taller on his thigh. “That’s scary.”
He smiles. “Only the first time. Can you be brave for me?”
I slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy.” My curiosity is piqued. I need to do this so I’ll know. I’m confident I will hate being spanked, then I can tell him it’s awful and we can move on.
Daddy stands me on my feet between his knees and reaches to lower my panties down my legs.
My breath hitches as he bares me. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked already more times than I’m even aware of, but it’s still weird being exposed like this. It’s even weirder that the hair is gone from my pussy.
Daddy sets his hands on my hips and slides them up under my shirt until he’s stroking the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs.
I arch toward him as goosebumps rise all over my skin. My legs are wobbly. I could blame it on the long row of stitches, but I know it’s because I’m so turned on that they can barely hold me upright.
Daddy quickly slips my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. “I won’t always strip you naked when I spank you. Your bottom has to be bare, but not the rest of you. But I want you to feel vulnerable this first time.”
I whimper.
He lifts me by the hips and turns me, laying me across his thighs. He spreads his legs wide enough that my breasts hangbetween them, and he’s so large that I can rest my cheek on his huge thigh.
“Reach your hands behind your back, Little love. Daddy is going to hold them while I spank you.”
I’m trembling as I obey him, and I start panting when he clasps both my wrists with one of his hands.
“Good girl.” His palm comes to my bottom. “Spread your legs, Brea. I don’t want your thighs touching each other when I spank you.”
Why? I don’t ask. I simply do as I’m told. It’s getting easier. I find myself wanting to obey Daddy. It makes me tingle inside every time I please him. So far, he’s given me no reason not to trust him. He’s so very calm and patient with me. Does he never get angry or shout?
Daddy rubs my bottom, squeezing my cheeks one at a time as if warming me up for impact.
I’m so nervous I’m shaking. This is mindboggling. Why would a grown adult let herself be stripped naked and taken over a man’s knee for a spanking?
“I’ll start easy and build up the pressure, Little love. Try to relax. Go into your head. Absorb the slaps of my palm. Try not to tense.”
He’s lost his mind if he thinks I can relax. I’m so beyond the opposite of relaxed that I’m worried I might faint.
I hold my breath when he lifts his palm and brace myself for the slap that resounds in the room a moment later. It isn’t nearly as painful as I expected. He really did start lightly.
Daddy spanks back and forth several more times with the same amount of pressure. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it’s kind of soothing. I like the sound of his palm striking my skin.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the weird sensation as Daddy’s slaps increase in intensity. It still doesn’t hurt, but my butt feels hot and tingly.
