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“Absolutely. Ten o’clock, unless you get permission to stay up later.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I think that’s good for now, babygirl. But as your Daddy, I reserve the right to add additional rules if I think they’re needed.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Copy that list ten times, and then we can finish your punishment. I’ll be right there on the couch if you need me.”
Need pulsed between her thighs at the thought of him fucking her in that forbidden place, and she instinctively clenched her bottom. A move she instantly regretted when she was painfully reminded of the huge chunk of rubber still wedged firmly between her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”
With a surprisingly chaste kiss to the top of her head, he disappeared, leaving her alone with her notebook and her new list of rules. There were some she knew even as she wrote them that she would break eventually. Such as telling Dean if he’d hurt her feelings or telling him what she needed. Not because she wanted to break them, but because of old habits and such.
The TV rules, well… those she would probably be breaking just because she wanted to. And because she hadn’t at all minded the paddling and fucking she’d gotten the last time she’d broken one of his TV rules.
By the time she’d finished writing them all out ten times over, she thought her hand might fall off and her bottom was aching something fierce. But her heart was lighter than it had been after her spanking.
“All done!”
A moment later, Dean was by her side, flipping through the pages of her notebook, carefully checking her work. It was just one more way being his Little girl for real was different from just staying with him, and she couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across her face.
“Looks good, babygirl. Do you need a potty break?”
Oh, geez. Heat rushed to her cheeks at the question. “No, Daddy.”
“Good. Stand up and brace your forearms on the desk on either side of the notebook. Daddy’s going to show you once and for all who you belong to while you read every one of your rules out loud.”
Oh, god. Was this really happening? Heart pounding in her chest, she pushed to her feet and leaned forward to rest her arms on the cool wood of the desk as instructed. The skin on her bottom felt stiff and achy, but it was a relief to not have to sit on that stupid mat anymore.
At least, it was a relief until she felt a tug and then the widening of her bottom hole as the plug was slowly removed. Dropping her head, she closed her eyes as he pulled the plug free. It surprised her that she missed feeling so full.
“You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that, babygirl? Especially with your red bottom presented so prettily for Daddy’s cock. Writing lines may be my new favorite punishment for you.”
The denial trembled on her tongue, but she opened her eyes and scanned the list of rules.
Rule 7: You do not ever, under any circumstances, put yourself down
Deciding that arguing with him about being beautiful probably fell under putting herself down, she forced herself to accept the compliment. “Thank you, Daddy.”
The sound of his zipper lowering might as well have been a gunshot, as loud as it was. Every nerve in her body was on edge, tensed for this final punishment as he took his place behind her and gripped her hips.
“You are mine, MaryAnn.” The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, forcing her to open for him. Pain and pleasure were a delicious swirl of sensation inside her as he pushed into her bottom hole with slow, deliberate force. “And the next time you even think about putting what’s mine at risk, I want you to remember the feel of your Daddy’s cock inside of you, fucking your naughty little bottom good and hard. What’s Rule Number One, babygirl?”
Oh, god. How the hell was she supposed to focus on anything but the feel of him stretching her, the bite and burn of her muscles opening for his cock? “Umm. It’s—it’s ‘Always be honest with Daddy’.”
“Good girl. Now, be honest.” He pushed forward a bit further, and the rough fabric of his jeans pressed against her bottom, reigniting the pain from her spanking. “Do you like having Daddy’s cock in your bottom, baby?”
Humiliation mingled with desire, even more intoxicating than the mix of pain and pleasure he was already heaping on her. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl. Rule Two.”
“Only, umm, only apologize—Daddy!”
Buried completely inside of her, he’d reached around to stroke a finger over her needy clit. “Concentrate, baby. Rule Two.”
“I can’t focus when you’re doing that!”
“Try harder. You’re not allowed to come until you’ve read all the rules.”
