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Nine
Cole
Sliding my hands up under the hem of her dress, I dug my fingers into the warm flesh, savoring the small whimpers flowing from her lips. Desire turned her eyes glassy, even as she winced in response to the rough treatment. “Tell me your secrets, Adele.”
It was an order, one I hoped she ignored. With her actual secrets out in the open, there was nothing to keep us from enjoying a bit of role play.
Adele responded beautifully, her bottom lip pushing out into a perfect pout, her eyes lowering so she was studying the buttons on my shirt rather than my face. “I am not keeping any secrets.”
“What happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies, Adele?”
A pink flush crept up her neck to her cheeks and her breath hitched at the question. “They get punished,” she whispered, her fingers playing restlessly at the collar of my shirt.
“Yes, they do. And since a spanking apparently wasn’t enough to loosen your tongue, I suppose I’ll have to up the ante. Stand up.”
She surprised me by not asking any questions before hurrying up off my lap to stand in front of me. “The dress. It needs to go.”
Still silent, she pulled the dress up and over her head. For a moment, I sat in stunned silence at the sight before me, my tongue seemingly stuck to the roof of my mouth. Not only was she without panties, her beautiful, pert breasts were also bare, leaving her completely naked in the middle of my living room, mine to punish and pleasure as I pleased.
Mine. The thought popped into my mind unbidden, but once it was there, it took root. Indeed, despite the lies and secrets, I wanted her. Not just tonight, not just for a few weeks or months or even years, but forever.
The details would have to be worked out later, but for now, I planned to stake my claim. By the time I was done with her tonight, there would be no doubt in her mind who she belonged to.
Pushing to my feet, I reached for the buckle at my waist. Adele’s eyes widened slightly, but they stayed locked on my movements as I pulled the thin strip of leather free.
“Lie down on the couch but keep your bottom nice and high. I think it’s past time my little girl had a taste of Daddy’s belt.”
Adele
Trembling with that strange mix of desire and fear I craved from moments like this, I lowered my body to the couch, my breasts pressed flat against the cool leather and my knees bent to keep my ass high and waiting for the first kiss of his belt.
“Are you ready to tell me your secrets, little girl?”
The low growl of his voice sent a shiver racing down my spine, and despite the explosive orgasm I’d been forced to give myself at the restaurant, my pussy spasmed in response.
“I’m not keeping any secrets, Daddy, I promise!”
I hated the taste of the lie on my tongue, no matter how necessary it might have been. But then I heard the swoosh of leather slicing through the air, felt the explosive pain of it biting into my skin, and my tense muscles immediately began to loosen.
Whether he knew it or not, this was exactly what I needed to ease some of the guilt inside of me. It would never fully leave, I knew that much from experience, but a fast, hard whipping would be enough to clear my mind and keep my wayward emotions locked up tight for a little while longer.
Another line of fire scorched my skin and I let out a long howl at the delicious pain. “Daddy, no!” I wailed, more for form than out of any real desire for him to stop.
The begging and pleading, that was all part of the fantasy. Being forced to submit, to surrender control to another person, completely helpless to stop them from delivering whatever punishment they felt I’d earned—all pieces of the whole for a scene like this. All working in tandem to allow me to free myself from the job that hung around my neck like a giant weight.
He delivered a full six before he paused to run the tips of his fingers over the raised welts on my bottom. A hiss escaped my lips before I could stop it when he brushed over a particularly sore spot.
“Are you ready to confess, my pretty little Adele?” Clever fingers drifted lower, teasing my swollen lips, my aching clit. “Are you ready to tell Daddy all your secrets?”
I could make up something. I could probably even tell him some naughty secret from my childhood, and he’d know I’d had enough. There were a dozen ways for me to “give in” and end the torture.
But I didn’t want it to end. My mind was not clear enough, the weight on my shoulders not yet light enough. “No.”
As I’d hoped, my refusal earned me a heavy sigh and Cole moved back into position, lifting the belt high before snapping it down against my welted, heated flesh once more. Tears pricked my eyes. The pain wasn’t quite enough to have me sobbing and weeping the way a true punishment sometimes did, but merde did it hurt.
Another six left me panting and whimpering, my bottom burning and aching, but I still wasn’t ready to give.
“Tell me your secrets, little girl, or I’ll have to get mean.”
