Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,51
you were getting,” he said, taking pity on her and offering a little help.
“It was like the first time,” she said. “Parts of the spanking were, um... not nice, exactly, b-but I liked what happened before. And after, when the heat started burning, um, inside me. And when you cupped me down there. Like you owned it.”
“Because I do,” he said firmly.
“I don’t know whether to get pissed or just melt when you say that.”
He laughed. “I can handle it either way, honey. No matter how you react, Daddy knows what to do to make his kitty purr.”
She sat all the way up on the couch. “I just want to punch you so hard in the shoulder right now, I can hardly stand it.”
“If you do, I’ll strip you completely naked and put your nose to the corner with your hands on your head. I’ll tell you it’s never okay to hit or disrespect Daddy, just like it’s never okay for Daddy to do either of those to you. If you’re still standing there butt-naked when Iris comes out to get something from the kitchen, then that’s on you. We already said we would never hit one another outside the dynamic, and I expect you to keep your word every bit as much as you can depend on me to keep mine.”
She was quiet, digesting that. “What about if I say I liked what we did in the pizza parking lot, but I really don’t want to do exhibitionist things anymore. What would you do?”
“I’d make sure in future to be very careful where and when I tell you to do things that might approach that boundary. I will be very careful never to engage in sexual behavior in places that risk our getting arrested, but dark places with a very low risk of getting caught might happen. Especially if you’re naughty and I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge. I also want you to understand, you have control over things like that. If you’re really uncomfortable and use your safeword, I will heed it. The safeword stops everything, every single time, long enough for us to discuss things. If, however, you misbehave, trying to see how far you can push me, then you’re going to discover that Daddy’s not at all shy about, say, pulling the car over onto the side of the road or dragging you out long enough to bust your little bottom. Now, let me ask you something?”
He could hear by the shift in her quickening breaths, she’d enjoyed hearing that. More than that, she was aroused by it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“If I put my hand between your legs right now, will Daddy find you wet?”
He heard her swallow and felt the shift in the couch cushions as she twitched. It might have been a squirm, but she cut it off, trying to hide it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she admitted, her voice dropping huskily.
“Very wet?”
She looked away, her breath cutting off in a soft mewl of embarrassed distress. It took her a moment before she could bring herself to face him again. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you understand Daddy doesn’t care how wet you are. If you earn a punishment, he is going to give it, start to finish, before he goes on to anything else?”
Her voice trembled, growing even huskier. “Yes, Daddy. Are... are all of your punishments spankings?”
“Not even close.”
“Are some of your, um, p-punishments, um... anal?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes. The humiliation of having me put something in your bottom is something I enjoy very much, and again, I find it puts naughty little girls in just the right headspace to allow Daddy to take care of them. But I don’t do it just for punishment. I enjoy anal for pleasure, and I’m going to do my level best to make sure you really enjoy allowing me to do that to you.”
“Do I get a choice?”
“I’m not a rapist.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean... I mean, do I get...”
“To tell Daddy what he can and can’t do?”
He saw the shadow of her nod, but only just barely.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“To an extent. Baby girls, like any other submissive, hold all the power. My job is to make you want to submit. When you do that, it becomes my honor and my pleasure to give you what you need. Even if it hurts.”
“If I ask you to do something, will you do it?”
“That depends entirely on what you want to ask me. Why don’t you try