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Chapter Twenty-Five
Daddy arranging them so he sat on the edge of the bed and she was turned over his lap with her torso and feet resting on the bed was more exciting than it should’ve been. That man was probably right about her begging for a spanking someday. This could turn from fluttery anticipation to flat out erotic easily even though she knew that’s not why she was cradling her head on her folded arms and her buttocks were obscenely on display, Eric having tugged her frilly nightdress up to her waist and taken her diaper off.
Had she ever felt more naked than this even though she still had clothes on? Devaney would’ve squirmed but Daddy had a pretty firm grip on her, pinning her down with a steady hand at the small of her back and rubbing her bottom with the other.
“Devy baby, you’re getting a spanking because you need help remembering to tell me the truth even though you don’t always want to. I know it’s hard because people in your life have told you that you didn’t deserve help or comfort but that’s flat out not true. You weren’t wrong for needing support, they were wrong for making you feel like you had to handle everything yourself. This is part of how I help you, okay? You’re a good girl, always worrying about other people, but you don’t need to worry about putting too much on me. That’s what every smack on your butt is going to tell you: I can handle anything you throw at me. Not only can I handle it, but I want it.”
Right, yes. She had to repeat it to herself even now so maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.
“I’m going to start now, and it’s meant to hurt. But if you ever feel like I’m being too hard on you or you need me to stop, you just say so and it stops, I promise. Tell me you understand, babygirl.”
“I understand, Daddy.”
She had a hard time imagining herself telling him to stop but then again she had a hard time imagining what it was actually going to be like to be spanked.
The first thwack landed and it surprised her but didn’t hurt. More like a wake-up call of whoa, this was actually happening. A man wasspankingher, and not just for funsies.
It was actually kind of nice, the way his big, warm hand settled against her cheeks and he gave her a slight squeeze before doing it again and again all over her bottom. The heat he was building wasn’t unpleasant, nor was the slight sting. No, she could definitely see how this could be very pleasant indeed.
Over and over again he covered her flesh from the rise of her butt to the tops of her thighs and murmured sweet things to her while he did, interspersing reminders about what he expected from her as well as what he pledged to give. It was a bit dizzying, sinking her almost into a trance except that the blows to her backside kept getting harder and with more sting.
Without meaning to, she started to try to wrestle away from him. Not that she wanted to, because she was in fact, good, but it seemed like a natural reaction to being hit. Eric seemed to understand though, shifting her to trap her thighs between his and clasping both her hands in one of his at the small of her back before continuing to rain blows down upon her heated, reddening buttocks.
How long had it been since she’d been hurt like this? She was a cautious person and avoided pain, but this seemed different; intentional for one, but also knowing she could make it stop at any point made it easier to take when it got truly uncomfortable. Not to mention that physical pain, the impressing upon her skin and muscles the lesson Eric wanted to teach her was far less painful than the emotionally wrenching guilt and shame other people had inflicted upon her by saying she was weak and needy and exaggerating and Jesus Christ couldn’t she hold up her fucking end of the bargain.
He knew it hurt, acknowledged her pain, and that was powerfully comforting in itself. More so when he spanked her so hard that she couldn’t help but cry out, had to let her suffering out in squeaks and squeals and finally—when he was raining down unforgiving smacks upon the tender flesh of her bottom—sobs and tears. He believed that she was in pain, wasn’t afraid or inconvenienced by her weeping but wanted to share in it, comfort her.
Which was what he did now, turning her over and settling her throbbing, afire backside onto his lap and taking her in his arms.
“That’s it, baby, let it all out. Daddy will hold you ’til it’s all better, promise. I want your gorgeous tears. You can tell me whenever anything hurts. I want to help you feel better, always. I’d do anything for you, princess. Anything at all. You’re my good girl, buttercup. I adore everything about you.”
It took her awhile to empty out the reserves of her tears but Eric wasn’t impatient, just held and soothed her through the maelstrom and kept his promise by continuing to assure her that she was a good girl—perhaps more importantly,hisgood girl.
When she’d calmed, he turned her over his lap again and rubbed some cool lotion into her bottom, as well as passing firm circles over her back, smoothing and stroking her hair. Was this what bliss felt like?
Laying across Eric’s lap with her freshly spanked bottom, her nightgown pulled up and her diaper discarded to show off her reddened cheeks, should’ve been mortifying. Itwaskind of embarrassing. But it was also deeply relaxing to be held down with his big hand at the small of her back, his other palm caressing and kneading her sore backside. This was all she had to do to make him happy.
She’d pledged to never destroy herself to try to please another man, and she felt like wearing herself out and giving everything she had and tying herself in knots wouldn’t actually please Eric. He would be satisfied if she was well and healthy and flourishing. That didn’t seem like a terrible thing to do—take good care of herself or allow herself to be taken care of. No, that kind of pleasing a man she felt like she could get behind and it wouldn’t set a bad example for the boys.
The spanking and the playing doctor they didn’t need to know about, but the way Eric lavished attention and affection on her and not only wanted everyone around him to be their best but was willing to devote his own time and energy to making that happen seemed like the best kind of model.
“You tired, baby? Ready for bed?”
She swung her head to glare at him over her shoulder. “Um, no. You said after you spanked me you were going to make me feel really good. I want my reward.”
Eric chuckled. “That’s fair and I’m ready to keep my end of the bargain. You just seem blissed out, though. Didn’t want to start pawing at you if you’re toast.”
“I kind of am, but I still want my orgasm.”
He snorted that time and gave her a tap on the backside that made her gasp. She was so sensitive and sore now.
“And you’ll get it.”
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There was nothing quite like having a woman with a bright red backside draped across your lap. Devy squirmed as he squeezed and kneaded her rosy cheeks but she didn’t argue, didn’t ask him to stop. And when he told her to spread her legs, she complied downright easily.
Delving his fingers between her thighs, he found her pussy slick and swollen. He might’ve made her cry, but her body had also reacted with arousal. He’d fucked her hard last time, almost brutally, because he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t making any promises about not doing that again because he was just as desperate for her but he also wanted to fuck her so deep and for so long he was imprinted in her mind forever.
