Page 44 of A Daddy to Love

I tried to keep my hands from shaking as Daddy put the ropes around my wrists. He pulled them firm but not tight. Maybe, secretly, I wanted tight, which surprised me. But Daddy was in charge so maybe that would come later.

“Spread your legs.”

I moved to obey so my body was in an X shape.

“Spread further.”

Now I felt the strain. My reaction again surprised me. Every muscle that went taut and nerve that tweaked was like Daddy touching me deeper. With my ankles quickly bound, I found I could move to react but not enough to force me out of position.

Daddy’s hand ran down my spine to my ass again. “Beautiful.”

I reminded myself to breathe.

“Green?”

“Green.”

There was shuffling behind me. Breathing of more than one person. My eyes closed and I focused only on one spiced-leather scent, one set of boots on tile, one touch.

“Open your eyes.”

Something appeared before me that was shaped like a small wooden canoe paddle. “This will be the first of three implements I have chosen. I’ll show them all to you before I use them and ask you to acknowledge them as red or green.”

“Green.” The word slid soft in my throat.

“Good baby.”

The paddle moved away from my face and touched my shoulder. It ran up and down my back and Daddy drew it across the bottoms of my exposed buttocks.

The first light smack was there. He didn’t wait to introduce me to it. Or start at my upper back or even my thighs. It was there, right there.

It didn’t hurt at all. I waited. Another came, a little harder this time. That one I felt, and I let the sting roll through me as if Daddy’s fingers and tongue and cock were the ones inside me making me feel so deeply.

Three more smacks, each one harder, intensified the Daddy sensation. He murmured something. I didn’t hear.

“Baby, I asked you a question.”

I quickly put it together. “Very very green.” Damn, he was interrupting my scene and he was running it!

As he used the paddle on my bare thighs, ass and back, I imagined red circles appearing on my skin. Did he like that? Was I still pretty?

As if reading my mind, Daddy said, “So beautiful.”

I heard what sounded like multiple sighs behind us but refused to focus on that.

Daddy’s bootsteps moved away but he was quickly beside me again. Something flicked in front of my face again. That something that looked like a leather tassel only bigger. A cat ‘o nine tails. Except it looked like more than nine tails on that cat.

Like a hot wind, his voice shivered my ear. “No metal tips on these tails. It won’t make welts. Green?”

“Green.”

It would tickle, I thought, my cock twitching in a slight spasm. It would slap different places on my skin all at once. It would also caress me nicely.

Still, I went stiff at facing this new unknown.

The tails traced over my shoulders, brushed down my spine, then tickled my ass. The room went hot, then cold, then hot again.

I moaned at the first slap on my shoulder. Daddy tickled it right after and the sensations mixed to confuse me. He slapped my other shoulder harder.