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I have been remiss in allowing this behavior to continue, so I think it’s finally time for me to deal with you as I see fit.
I will be arriving at 3:00 p.m. today to your hotel room. In the meantime, I am going to give you a set of instructions to follow.
After you’re done reading this entire note, you will strip. I don’t want a single piece of fabric covering your body as you enjoy brunch this early afternoon. After you’ve eaten your fill, you will take a shower or a bath, whichever you prefer.
When you’re clean, you will unwrap the gift box I sent for you. You will wear the clothes I chose for you and nothing else. There is another gift inside the box for you, which you will be holding in your hands when I arrive.
I will let myself in. You don’t need to worry about coming to the door because you will be doing something else.
At quarter of three, you will put yourself in the corner. You will be thinking about just how sore you’re going to be when I’m finished with you.
One last thing. You are not allowed to come until I give you permission and I can promise you that won’t be as soon as you want.
I’m looking forward to seeing you, my very naughty girl. I’ve missed you.
Daddy
P.S. A word of advice. Be a good girl and obey my instructions. You will be punished for any additional defiance, and you’ve dug a deep enough hole for yourself already. If you’re very good, Daddy will give you a chance to show him what a good little slut you can be before he takes you to bed tonight. I’m looking forward to that especially.
My eyes went wide, and my mouth had gone dry. He had noticed after all, and a pang of instant regret raced through me.
I was absolutely and unequivocally fucked.
When my initial shock faded, I realized something else. I felt relieved. He did care about me after all. Everything that we had together was real. It wasn’t a figment of my imagination after all. I knew that whatever was coming was going to hurt, but I needed that physical reminder that came with it. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before I placed the note down and stripped. I tossed my clothing in the basket in the closet and sat down to enjoy brunch. When I uncovered the platter, I recognized the dish instantly. It was Cormac’s French toast. It looked the same as when he’d made it for me the other day and as soon as I took a bite, I knew he had made it himself. That made it even more special.
My heart squeezed as I sipped my mimosa and ate my fill. Even though he wasn’t here yet, my nakedness made me blush and focus on the fact that Cormac would be coming in just a little while. Once the mimosa was gone and I’d eaten my fill, I padded into the bathroom and took a shower, mainly because I wanted to open his gift that much faster. I shampooed and conditioned my hair first, followed by washing and shaving every inch of my body. When I was finished, I slathered myself in lotion. I dried off and left the towel on a hook in the bathroom, choosing to walk into my bedroom completely bare.
I approached the box with trepidation. A bit nervously, I lifted the lid, holding my breath. Inside was a pretty forest green wrap dress. I lifted it out of the box, blushing when I found a pair of panties underneath. They were black and I didn’t think it was a coincidence that it was the exact same pair I’d bought just a few days ago.
That wasn’t the only thing inside the box either.
At the bottom was a wooden paddle. I hesitantly reached in and wrapped my hand around it. It was shaped like a hairbrush and had a similar heft once I lifted it out of the box. I turned it over, noticing that it was engraved on the other side.
For My Caitlin
A wide range of emotions hit me all at once. The first was his wording. He’d called me his and that was incredibly sweet and something I’d desperately needed right now. The second was arousal. He hadn’t said I was getting a spanking in the note specifically, but this left no doubt in my mind that it was going to happen. He wasn’t coming here to grovel or ask for my forgiveness, but to deal with me in the way that we both knew was best.
My pussy clenched so hard it hurt.
I snapped the paddle against my palm and cried out at the ferocious sting that followed. I chewed my lip and looked at the clock, noticing that it was already a little past two. In less than an hour, he would be standing here in this room with me and that left my head reeling and my clit pulsing.
I wasn’t allowed to touch myself and that only seemed to make my arousal even worse.
With care, I dressed in the outfit he’d chosen for me. I took my time brushing my hair until it shone. I put on some very light makeup simply because it made me feel a little braver, kind of like armor in battle. When I was done, I went back into the living room and picked up the paddle. It was only about 2:30 p.m., but I was feeling more anxious than ever.
He wanted me to put myself in the corner, exactly like a naughty little girl. I blushed, the thought making me feel especially embarrassed, but I found myself heading to one that was within eyesight of the entryway door so that he would see I was here waiting for him when he opened it. With a hard swallow, I put my nose in the corner and held the paddle behind me at the small of my back. For the first few minutes, my defiance shone through, and I held my chin high, telling myself I would be brave and take whatever he gave me without a fuss. The longer I stood there, though, the guiltier I felt. What if I’d gone overboard? What if I’d made him angry? Would he think I was just some hopeless criminal who wasn’t worth his time and energy? Would he give up on me?
I squeezed my fingers around the paddle.
No. He’d called me his Caitlin. He was coming herefor me.
My heart squeezed and I closed my eyes, relaxing. Everything was going to be okay. In no time at all, I would feel his strong protective arms around me. I’d be safe with him, and I knew deep down that he would always be there for me, no matter what. I turned my head, glancing at all the clothing boxes on the other side of the room. Fitting, really, that I would be punished within sight of them.
I glanced at the clock. It was quarter to three. I had fifteen minutes more to go. My muscles tensed, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was coming while knowing that there probably wasn’t a chance in hell to ever be truly ready for a man like him. He liked to take control and I liked it when he did. My clit throbbed incessantly as if it had its own heartbeat, pumping harder than the one in my chest. I chewed my lip and leaned forward, inadvertently sticking my bottom out the slightest bit.
Those last few minutes lasted an eternity, which only made my apprehension escalate at a logarithmic scale. Before, it had felt naughty to do all those things, but with the consequences far away and only distantly possible, it had been easy to click the purchase button as many times as I had wanted.
Now, though, it felt very different.
