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“You will go because Daddy already accepted the invitation on your behalf.”
I grabbed my coffee mug off the tray and tossed it across the room, where it smashed on the wall and fell to pieces on the floor. Gray gripped my chin between his finger and thumb, turning my head until I faced him.
“I think you need a reminder as to who is in charge here, little one.”
I didn’t want a spanking. I just wanted to run away and hide and make all those tough decisions go away. I kicked and flailed and tried twisting in his grip to avoid his hand, which felt more like a wood paddle as he seared my flesh.
“No! Stop it!” I yelled, twisting and cursing, but the more I fought, the harder the strokes, until I gave in and hung over his lap. He sat me up, and I yelped when my scorching backside made contact with his hard thigh.
“Owie! I hate you, Daddy!”
“You can hate me all you want, little girl, but that won’t change what you have put in motion. There are consequences for acting out. Go to the corner, Harmony.”
I was so mad. I didn’t know why or at what, exactly. All I knew was there was no way I would be obedient. Not today, at any rate.
“No, and you can’t make me!” I hollered at him.
“Yes. I can. But we can do this the hard way if that’s what you want.”
Gray left the room and came back with the naughty chair, the one I had to sit on after he blistered my bottom at the pool party. He placed it in the corner in the bedroom, then he left and got busy in the kitchen. I was left eyeing my next punishment and beginning to doubt my sanity in poking the sleeping Dom.
Gray came back a few minutes later holding a weird-looking vegetable in his hand, and I realized it was a piece of ginger root.
“Stand up and bend over the bed,” he commanded in a tone that had me scrambling off the bed to obey.
“You won’t feel anything at first but trust me when I say it won’t take long for the heat to burn your little bottom hole and spark like a wildfire through your parts.”
At first, the gel that he used to get the nasty root inside of my bottom was cool.
Once the ginger was nestled all the way in, he wiggled it and moved it in and out a few inches, rubbing the walls of my rectum. I was sweating and panting with the effort to stay still and take my punishment. Once he seemed satisfied, he stopped jostling it.
“There. You should begin to feel a tingling sensation.”
Tingling didn’t even begin to describe the heat that was steadily building to an inferno and raging through my core.
“It’s hot! Get it out, I’m burning!” I cried.
“I assure you that you aren’t burning, but I’m glad you can feel it. Now to the naughty chair.”
I stood and reached back, wanting to pull the offending root out of my backside.
“Uh, uh, uh. Don’t be naughty or I’ll make this ten times worse.”
Worse? How on earth could it get any worse? I sat down on my sore bottom, instantly hating the rough matting on the seat of the chair. He was so evil, setting me down on this knowing I would wiggle to escape the burning, and rubbing my raw bum on the rough surface.
“How long must I endure it?” I wailed like a baby.
“For as long as I say. You will learn there are rules, Harmony, and I will not put up with your bratty behavior.”
I ended up over his knee and getting a sound spanking with his thickest ruler while the ginger was still inside and stuck back on the naughty chair for a second round. The absolute worst part of it all was how horny I got. The heat from that darn root kept blooming and spreading, and I was so wet that on a normal wooden chair, I would have slipped off from how slick I was, my lips swollen and red.
I begged Daddy for his cock and the relief I so desperately desired, but he said. “No, naughty girls don’t get rewarded.”
Finally, it was over, and I got cleaned up, regretting my poor choices.
Daddy told me before we left to go to Derek and Sadie’s that if I didn’t use my manners and be on my best behavior, what happened earlier would be a walk in the park compared to what he’d do next. And it would all start with Derek and Sadie witnessing a bare bottom spanking.
By the time we reached the door of the Big House, Derek and Sadie’s residence, the fear I’d been keeping at bay reared its ugly head. My hand, held firmly by Gray, was sweaty yet cold, and trickles of sweat continued to move down my spine, making me very uncomfortable.
