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CHAPTER FIVE

I can’t speak.

Hell, I can’t even think!

Dear God, this is a thousand times worse than when he caught me the first time. It isn’t humiliating the way it was. Oh no. This is an entirely different situation. The problem has nothing to do with being embarrassed.

I’m suddenly terrified.

Oh, terrified is too strong a term. I mean, I’m not afraid for my life or anything like that but I’m still afraid because I know when Daddy says something like, “…you won’t sit comfortably for a few days,” he isn’t messing around at all.

I have never been spanked.

Not once.

My biological father abandoned us when I was still a toddler. My mom always feels guilty about that so she just never comes up with enough determination to punish me no matter how much she knows it will be good for me. When she does punish me, it’s always getting grounded for a week and she always ends it early, usually the second day.

I realize Daddy is not going to let me get away with this.

I am getting punished.

And the punishment is a spanking.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. “I don’t know if Mom will let you spank me while she’s here but when she’s gone, I won’t give you any fuss about it.” My voice sounds strange to me. It sounds almost like someone else is speaking, a very nervous and very frightened someone else.

He looks at me, steps in, and closes the door. “Dani,” he says, “let me tell you three things. First, it means a lot that you know you did wrong, and you know that means you’re getting a spanking because you know when I say something I mean it. I keep my word. Second, it wouldn’t matter to me at all if you gave me a fuss. You’d still get spanking, and you’d still regret your disobedience.” I can’t help myself and I let out a little moan because it turns me on to no end to be scared of him.

Wait? How the hell is that even possible?

Whether or not I understand it, it’s the truth. I say, “Sorry, Daddy,” again. Then I say, “I… I can’t help it. I want to feel you inside of me so badly!”

He says, “You didn’t let me tell you the third thing. Your mother is gone. Check your phone.” I’m confused but I grab my phone and see the chime earlier was a text notification. I look at it and see the text from my mom.

Sorry, Dani. I was trying to reschedule a meeting and didn’t think I could, but it turns out they’re up for it, so I’m back on a plane right away. I’ll see you in a few days. Behave for your stepfather. Love you!

I quickly text back that I love her too and set my phone down. Then it hits me, and I stare at Daddy with wide eyes. “She’s gone,” I whisper. “Oh, God.”

“Get up and take off your nightie,” he says, “I don’t want anything between your ass cheeks and my hand.”

Jesus! It’s so damned arousing to hear him take control like this, and I don’t know why I get so turned on by it when he’s talking about punishing me. I have no experience with a spanking and I sure as hell don’t want one. So why in the world do I end up moaning at his words? I stare at him and even though I just made myself cum, I feel such a desperate need for an orgasm it isn’t even funny! I let out another moan and that isn’t funny, either.

“Danielle!” he says. I gasp at his tone and the use of my full name.

“Yes, Daddy!” I squeal and immediately pull my nightie off my head. I drop it to the floor and step toward him.

He lifts up a hand. “Your mother didn’t raise you to leave your clothes on the floor.”

God, I let out another moan! What the hell is going on with me? I nod and say, “Yes, Daddy,” and hurry to grab the nightie, and rush it to my hamper. I walk back excited and frightened, and he sits down on the bed and points to his lap.

It is almost like time slows down as I take the four or five steps toward him. Finally, I climb on the bed and lay over his lap. He doesn’t hesitate. His hand comes down over both of my ass cheeks. I guess I don’t know what to expect because when his hand connects, the pain is shocking. My God, it’s so damned sharp and overwhelming! My jaw drops and I don’t even make any noise. His hand falls again. Then, it falls again. I start crying about the ninth or tenth spank, but the spanks keep coming.

Here's the crazy thing.

It hurts like hell, and I feel humiliated about it but I really love it. I mean, I don’t love the pain or the humiliation, but I love that he’s spanking for me. That thought fills me so much that I lift my head a short while later because I realize he’s been done spanking me for a while. I swallow hard and say, “Daddy. I… I need you inside of me. Please! I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep from masturbating.”

He looks at me and says, “You want to lose your virginity that badly.”

“I want you that badly, Daddy,” I whine.