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For several more minutes, his hand punished me and by the time he finally started to slow, my eyes were watering.

I might just cry.

I sniffled and whimpered a bit louder, finally coming to terms with the fact that the man I really liked cared enough to punish me when I needed it and a weight lifted off my shoulders.

“I’m sorry,Daddy.”

Every syllable echoed with my genuine feeling. His palm finally rested on my hot stinging bottom, petting my scalded skin gently for a few moments and I sighed, my whole body relaxing over his knee.

Before I knew it, his leg pinning me into place had raised and his hands wrapped around my waist. He lifted me up into his lap, leaving my panties and yoga pants down around my knees. He held me, his strong arms feeling like a safe place. I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady soothing beat of his heart.

“When you’re ready, you will tell me the truth about what happened last night, little girl,” he pressed gently, and I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously.

“I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,” I said quietly.

“I would never think less of you. Trust your Daddy, sweet girl,” he assured me.

Softly, he kissed the top of my head, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with his caring tenderness. My backside burned, but it was comforting in a way.

For a minute, I grappled with feelings of fear that I couldn’t believe him and eventually, I decided to take the same leap of faith that I did when I’d called him Daddy for the first time.

“I trust you, Daddy,” I said, mostly believing him but that fear didn’t really go away despite that.

“Tell me, little girl,” he pushed gently.

With a deep shaky breath, I began to tell him about Trevor. I started at the beginning, telling him how we’d been high school sweethearts, how he’d been caring and kind at the beginning, but that had quickly taken a turn the longer we were together. I told him about the first time Trevor had hit me and how I’d made myself believe that it was okay even though in my heart I knew it wasn’t.

He was quiet when I got to the part about his dishonorable discharge from the service, as well as the glass he’d thrown at me and Emma, the final tipping point where I’d known I needed to leave to keep my daughter safe.

Then I told him about Trevor finding me a couple of days ago and that he’d come here to my home.

“He slapped you last night when you refused him,” Kieran murmured.

I swallowed hard, nodding against his chest.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, fidgeting in his lap.

“Sean should have told me about the other night. I’ll need to discuss what happened with him after this.”

“Please don’t be angry with him. He didn’t say anything because I made him promise not to and he was just respecting my wishes because I told him I would tell you. I couldn’t bear it if I caused tension between the two of you,” I pleaded.

His chest rose and fell with a sigh.

“I understand, little girl. This is something I think you and I can work out together,” he answered thoughtfully, and I hugged him in relief. My arms squeezed tight around him, and I relaxed, relieved that he’d agreed with me.

For a few moments, we just sat together in silence, and I enjoyed the protectiveness radiating from him as he held me.

Eventually, though, he cleared his throat.

“You kept this from me though, little girl,” he scolded gently, his genuine concern bleeding through with every word.

“I know,” I replied guiltily. Somehow, I felt better about the whole thing, and I knew part of it was the fact that I’d been spanked for it and that was freeing in a way that I’d never expected.

“Little girls who keep things from Daddy are punished so they remember what happens if they ever try it again.”

I stilled, completely taken by surprise.

“But you already spanked me,” I shifted, becoming increasingly aware of my bareness and the fact that my underwear and pants were still tangled around my knees.

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