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“Waited to talk with you.”
“And why didn’t you do that?”
“Because I knew you’d say no,” she whined.
“And why is that?” he pressed her, boxing her into a corner.
“Because…”
“Yes?”
“Because none of the purchases were emergencies. But they were important!” she shouted as he started warming up her sit spots.
“Important for whom? Your friends? Your Instagram followers?”
“Daddy, please! It hurts!”
“I know. It’s supposed to. That’s how you’ll learn to do better next time. And let’s not forget that you called in sick again at the last minute. That is a very shitty thing to do to your boss, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” She whined again.
He laid down a fast flurry on her butt before asking, “Yes what? You are in the middle of a punishment.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.”
Warm-up time was over. Caleb walked to the edge of the platform and lifted each of the three paddles the dungeon master had brought him.
The first one was too heavy. While he wanted to make a lasting impression, he didn’t want to leave bruising on her first real paddling.
The second was way too light. It wouldn’t do anything more than he’d already done with his hand.
The third was the goldilocks paddle—it was just right—long, heavy, smooth wood with six holes, like his frat paddle.
His heart beat faster as he turned to take in the beautiful sight Presley made, laid out for him— such vulnerable beauty. He was relieved to see the wetness dripping down from her splayed pussy to the leather bench. She may hate the pain, but he hoped there was at least some part of her deep down—the same part that loved to be restrained and forced to take his pounding cock—that craved his dominance.
Caleb took aim, pulled his arm back, and without additional warning, delivered his first swat.
For a full five seconds there was an eerie silence he wasn’t expecting. It wasn’t until he was preparing to lay down his second strike that her wrenching scream of “RED!” filled the air.
And there it was. His answer.
His baby girl didn’t really want a Daddy Dom, at least not the way he defined it. Whether it was a true aversion to pain or a psychological block against the kind of submission living a domestic disciplined, or DD, life required, he didn’t know.
All he knew was he’d found yet another woman who told him she wanted his dominant guidance, but then couldn’t handle it.
In domestic discipline relationships, punishments didn’t end with a safeword.
CHAPTER FOUR
PRESLEY
Holy mother of God, her ass was on fire. Presley’s heart was pounding like a hammer in her chest as she sipped for air between her sobs. The pain had arrived in an explosion, but was quickly morphing into a deep burn, smoldering where the wood of the paddle had left its mark.
Surely something had gone wrong. Caleb couldn’t have meant to make it hurt that bad… right?
His handsome face appeared in front of her. Where she’d expected to see concern, she saw annoyance instead.
