What I really want is to see that thickness that stays pressed out on his black pants nearly the whole time we are together. I’ve hinted, but he’s like a granite wall. For some reason, my pleasure is important, but his isn’t.
There are so many things here that are confusing, but I’m still happier than I’ve been in as far back as I can remember. And slowly, I’m leaving the defiance behind and starting to trust.
Oh, and that ‘I love you’ he dangled after my cabana ‘punishment’? It’s messing with my head. He hasn’t said it since, and I haven’t said it back, but there’s nothing that can take away that it happened.
And I felt it.
After we came back to the villa that day, he showed me to a new room.
It wasn’t just yellow. It wastheyellow. The same shade exactly as Belle’s dress.
He hadn’t even had any time to have it done, but somehow that’s what Daddy does. He makes things happen, even if he has to be stern, like he is now.
“Which dress did I tell you to wear?”
“I don’t know—”
“Don’t lie, little Finch.”
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but Daddy isn’t cruel. He’s firm. But he expects me to listen, and I didn’t.
“There was a reason I didn’t want you to wear the yellow one, and that’s because it needs attention. The seam is splitting, and if you wear it like that, you’ll ruin it. Do you want to ruin your favorite dress, Larissa?”
I shake my head again, then remember I’m supposed to answer if he asks me a question. “No. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, baby. And you know you have broken the rules. Not listening when I give you instructions. Talking back and forcing me to repeat my questions. I am proud that you aredoing much better, but you still must learn. Come on now, bend over.”
He waves his hand over his lap, motioning for me to lower myself into position.For two days, I have been learning, but I still make mistakes. Maybe because the punishments are so enjoyable…
The slinky golden silk and satin of my new favorite dress glides around my legs as I move to comply. During my time here, he has called me his special girl, his angel, his little finch, his Larissa. He’s given me gifts and privileges, set rules and bedtimes, and corrected me when I’ve deviated from the rules.
Before I left home, I could never have softened like this. I would have never let this hint of a little girl out of me to be vulnerable, obvious, and sometimes even happy.My own father left us when I was a baby, that is what my mom always said. He was a small-time hood in Hoover’s organization who walked out one day and never came back, and Hoover picked up the pieces. I always wondered if somehow it was my fault, question what I might have done to make a father abandon his own child.Was I so bad? So unlovable that even a parent would turn their back on me?His legs push into my flat belly. I have never been allowed to carry extra pounds, though I feel like I’m filling out the slightest bit since I arrived. I can feel my ribs as I lie down, but there is a layer of softness now that I am starting to enjoy.“Why are you being punished, Larissa?” Daddy’s clear voice makes my face flush warm.“For not listening,” I whisper.I feel the movement of the soft silk rising up over my thighs and the gentle curve of my ass. I am wet already, and I draw in a shaky breath as Daddy runs a finger over the dampness between my legs. He takes hold of mypanties and drags them down, caressing my bare, exposed bottom.“See? You’re still my clever girl. But when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. When I tell you to do something, I do not want to have to repeat myself. You are a good little girl, Larissa, and I enjoy caring for you. Always remember, it is my duty and intention to care for you completely. Eventually, you will realize what freedom lies within your submission.”His fingertips dance like willow branches in a soft breeze across my bare skin. Flutters of tension and tickles of desire traverse up and down the backs of my legs, settling like a warming balm between them.I know what is coming. He will spank me, punish me. And my body will betray how much I enjoy it.The touch of his fingers grows more deliberate, the grazing tickles turning to a gentle caress. Moving over the round swell of my ass, his entire hand warms the flesh as he massages each side.I can feel the movement of my now slick lower lips as he manipulates my skin. As he rubs and caresses, it tingles and pulls softly below.“Does that feel good?” He keeps his voice low. The only other sound I hear besides the melodic, hypnotizing tone of his voice is the rush of blood in my ears, like a whitewater river.My inner voice screams to refuse, to fight my captor with all my will. But I know the truth, and it does feel nice. I like the softness in his voice. I enjoy the discipline that somehow makes me feel free. I have caused so much trouble in my life, but Daddy doesn’t yell or strike me in anger.Never.He is always calm. He corrects me when I am wrong, but he will never stop loving me.
At least, that’s what I tell myself. Delusion or fact, I don’t seem to care right now. I nod softly, the fabric of his suit pants rubbing on my cheek. My face feels warm, the tips of my ears blazing with heat. My hair hangs over my shoulders, braided in two long onyx-colored lengths that frame my face, accented withbright green bows that hold the ends.“Good girl. That makes me happy. I have another surprise for you, something that will assist in your future training. Soon you will learn, pleasure and pain are deeply connected. My hands are a source of your discipline, your pain. And yet now, as I delight in the softness of your skin, I am also bringing you pleasure. Same hands, different outcomes.”His smooth, hypnotic tone, along with my inverted position, has my head feeling light, almost intoxicated. I am not sure exactly what he means, but I feel the muscles in my belly tense at the same time that warming feeling between my legs begins to thump with my quickening heartbeat.“Much will be the same with this.” I feel him shift, and then his arm extends out in front of my face, a strange pink glass item in his hand.
“What is it?”
It’s sculptural, with a tapered end that pulls in like a waist, only to spread out again to a flat base. It is obviously handmade, with swirls of pink and white running through the glass. Beautiful but confusing.
“This, baby—”
I draw in a quick, deep breath as he spreads the swell of my ass cheeks with his fingertips, and proceeds to caress the tight cinch of my ass. I close my eyes, embarrassed by how much I enjoy the feel of it, sure that only bad girls like being touched there.
“Daddy…”
“— this is going right in here, Larissa.”
I jump as I feel the slick, smooth glass nudge between my open ass cheeks at the tight dark bud.
It’s wrong. I tell myself I don’t like it. I tell myself I will never let this happen.
“No, please…” I wiggle, trying to wrench my bottom to the side. “Please stop.”
Smack. Another. Another.
I jerk and wince. First one side, then the other, then I lose track as the heat radiates across my skin.
“This plug is going inside you, baby girl. You will take it, even if I have to call the nurses to hold you down. Don’t fight me, and I’ll be gentle. Fight, and I’ll be forceful. The choice is yours.” He pauses, and I know what he’s waiting for. I nod obediently. “Good. Then you will receive your spanking while you hold the plug in your body. If you take your punishment well, we will spend this afternoon in the garden. I’ve got a new easel, palette and paint waiting for you.”
