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His grin grew even wider and he started to chuckle. My own smile faltered, and I snapped my lips shut as I tried to grapple with my humiliation.
“No. That’s not how it’s going to work, little girl,” he finally replied, and my stomach tied up in knots.
“Please, Daddy?” I gave it one last shot, but then he shook his head, and I knew that I had lost.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next. You’re going to be spanked over my knee. The spanking is going to happen on your bare little bottom and it’s going to hurt a great deal. After it’s all over, you’ll thank me for punishing you by sucking my cock with that pretty little mouth. You’re not going to run from me this time because all of your clothes are coming off. I’m going to lock them away in my cabinet and they won’t be returned until you’ve swallowed every last drop of Daddy’s cum. Do you understand, little girl?”
“I don’t want it to hurt,” I said softly. I sounded so defeated. Fragile, even. Nothing like the me I was used to.
“I know you don’t like hard spankings, little girl. I like the fact that you don’t like them,” he continued, and my pussy clenched tightly, both from fear and unfathomable desire. He stood and walked over to me. Carefully, he traced the line of my chin and lifted my face up toward his. His grip was firm, and I felt like a prisoner trapped in his gaze.
“But you were naughty and even you know that when a little girl is naughty, she needs to be taken over Daddy’s knee and spanked hard, doesn’t she?” he asked me.
I swallowed, unable to look away from those dark brown eyes. I realized that they were the color of something in between milk and dark chocolate. There were flecks of lighter hazel tones in there that I hadn’t noticed before. Beneath all that, there was danger, dominance, and expectation, but also something else. Something far deeper than all of that.
The promise of so much more if I would only just give into Daddy.
I could stop everything if I really wanted to, but if I was honest with myself, I really wanted his help. When he’d spanked me last time, I’d expected it to be difficult to sit the next day. I’d looked in the mirror the moment I’d woken up in the morning and my bottom hadn’t even been pink. The sting of his palm hadn’t lasted for more than an hour into the night if I was really being honest with myself. My anger over my own reaction had burned far hotter and for far longer.
I swallowed heavily.
The pain had been temporary and in return, he had made all my problems disappear.
“Was it you that made sure that some of my father’s money was given to me after his arrest?” I asked suddenly.
“Yes,” he answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Why? I don’t understand…” I pressed.
“Because even very naughty girls deserve to be taken care of from time to time, don’t they, little girl?” he asked as he cocked his head to the side. There was definite warmth in his eyes as I stared back at him and his lips turned up in a gentle smile.
He helped me when he hadn’t needed to. I hadn’t asked him for the money to live. He’d done that of his own accord and even though I was afraid of what was about to happen, knowing that he did that out of the kindness of his own heart struck me even more deeply than anything else. Maybe I’d overreacted so many years ago.
“Thank you,” I finally whispered, awestruck by his kindness when I’d been anything but that night.
“You don’t need to thank me, little girl,” he replied. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but then he shut it again. Again, his eyes simmered with feeling, and I thought I saw something more there. Did he care for me? Did I mean something to him?
I could walk away right now. I wouldn’t get his help, but I also wouldn’t find out what was really beneath all that power and money and dominance. If I left now, I’d never get to know the man underneath it all. I’d never know what it would be like to be Daddy’s little girl.
I swallowed deeply, shutting my eyes for a long moment and gathering every last shred of bravery left in my heart and at the very depths of my soul. When I opened them again, he was watching me intently, waiting for whatever I was about to say next.
“Daddy?” I started.
“Yes, little girl?”
“I’m sorry for lying to you,” I continued.
“What needs to happen, naughty girl?”
“I need you to spank me, Daddy,” I whimpered quietly.
“You need that spanking to hurt, don’t you, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Daddy’s going to take care of you, little girl. He knows what you need.”
