“True, and while spanking isn’t exactly fun for you, it does tell me quite a bit about your responses.” Seeing the doubt in her eyes, he smiled. “Even though you were nervous about being spanked, your body tells its own story. When I pulled down your panties, they were damp. Every time you kicked your feet or wiggled your bottom, I could see that your little pussy was glistening.” When she groaned and buried her face in his shirt, he cupped her chin and made sure she was looking into his eyes. “That is nothing to be embarrassed about or feel ashamed of. Spanking is a very intimate thing. I’m not only touching your bare skin, I’m watching your responses, and, Janie, what I saw made me very pleased.”
“You liked spanking me?”
“Not liked in the way you mean, but, yes. I liked the fact that you trusted me to do so, to give you a bit of pain in order to help you become the person you want to be. I don’t like hearing you cry, but do like knowing that once the spanking is over, you’ll feel better, forgiven. Punishing you is but one of my responsibilities. Pleasuring you will be another.”
“Like when you give me a funishment spanking?”
He grinned, his cock rock hard as he visualized her perfect ass up in the air, her sharp yips of pain at each stroke turning to moans of pleasure as he soothed away the sting. “Yes, like that or when I lay you down and kiss you in a far less sweet and innocent way, nibbling on your nipples and licking the cream from your pussy.”
“You… you could do that now,” she said.
“I know, but I don’t believe in pleasuring after a punishment. Not to say that I won’t take my own pleasure at times when you’ve been naughty, and even use your body hard as part of an intimate punishment, but as far as immediately bringing you to orgasm, I believe that negates the lesson. Can you understand that?”
She took a moment, her eyes wide before she shook her head. “I’m not sure as I’m still wondering about who exactly is in control here. You said I was but from what you’re saying, you are free to get your rocks off while I’ll be left with nothing but a burning butt.”
“You are in control of yourself, your choices so to speak. If you make the wrong ones, you’ll be punished, which is what I am in control of. If you don’t want to have a burning bottom at the very least, then be my good girl. It’s really as simple as that.”
He’d said there were no stupid questions and was glad when she didn’t hesitate to ask another. “What do you mean, the very least?”
“There are many places where a naughty girl can be spanked.” Tilting her forward just a bit, he reached to give her bottom a squeeze. “Your ass.” Sliding his hand beneath her gown, his fingers trailed along the curve of her bottom cheeks. “This sweet little area called your sit-spot, which you experienced tonight.” Dropping his hand an inch, he stroked her thigh. “The backs of your thighs.” Moving his hand, he heard her gasp as he stroked a finger against the gusset of her panties. “Your little pussy when you are exceptionally naughty can also receive a spanking.” Her bottom lip was between her teeth as he continued his demonstration by moving higher and cupping her breast. “And your breasts.”
“You’d spank my breasts?”
“Yes, I would. I will never lie to you, Janie. There is not a single part of your body that won’t belong to me. I’ll spank you whenever and wherever I deem is necessary, and you will know you are being punished.” His fingers moved to gently stroke across her nipple, the bud already puckered tightly. “I will also lick, suckle, kiss, taste every inch of your skin to bring you pleasures you’ve yet to imagine. There will be no inch of you that I will leave unexplored. You’ll take my cock into your mouth and your cunny for both pleasure and penance. And, Janie, you’ll take every single inch of my cock into your tight little ass when I am making love to you or if I’m giving you a hard punishment fuck.”
Her breathing was becoming ragged as he spoke, her nipples hard as stones, her eyes a bit glazed and yet she didn’t attempt to pull away, didn’t voice a single objection.
“Is there any part of that you don’t want, Janie?”
“N-no, sir.”
His instincts had just been validated. She’d not enjoy it all, but she craved it, and he would make it his life’s work to make sure she realized what an incredible gift her submission to him was.
“Good girl. Just trust me, sweetie. Trust me as your daddy, as your lover, as the man who wants to be your everything.”
“I… I’ll try.”
Bending, he took her mouth. Not softly as he’d done after her spanking, but hard. She instantly pressed against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body trembling as he stroked his tongue against the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She opened and he invaded, plundered, took her breath away as she clung to him. His cock throbbed, and he had no doubt that if he laid her back, if he spread her legs, she’d welcome him inside her pussy. But he would not take her tonight. He released her, then kissed her softly before pulling away completely, loving her soft mewl of protest.
“And that is why you will see the doctor tomorrow. There will be no sex until I’m positive that you are healthy—”
“How many times do I have to say, I am healthy?”
She squealed when he took her nipple between his thumb and finger and pinched. “That’s twice now you’ve interrupted Daddy.”
“I’m sorry!”
Releasing the puckered bud, he said, “I was also going to say it is important that I know your capabilities.” When her mouth opened, he placed a finger against her lips. “Trust me, Janie.” She nodded and he gave her a quick kiss. Sometimes it wasn’t easy being in control—not when it required restraint, but that was also part of his responsibility.
“Does that answer your question at least for a start?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice soft, her eyes even softer.
Sawyer smiled, lifted her into his arms only long enough to stand and then slipped her back between the sheets. Tucking the blankets around her again, he bent to kiss her one last time. “Get some sleep.”
“I will and, um, Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Do you… spank for a sort of fib?”
“How do you ‘sort of fib’?”
She glanced at the shelf he’d looked at earlier. “I don’t sleep with those, but I do sleep with Mr. Bear.”
He grinned, actually quite pleased that she trusted him enough to risk a spanking to admit she enjoyed a stuffy. “And where is he?”
“Over on the chair.”
The bear did indeed look like he was used to being cuddled. After retrieving him, he tucked the stuffy beneath the covers next to her. Dropping a kiss on her lips, he stood and looked down at her. “Since I don’t have a ‘sort of spanking’, I’m going to let that little fib go.” She grinned and he shook his head. “Only this one time, young lady. Do not fib to me again because you already know what will happen.”
Her eyes locked once more on the belt around his waist, and she shuddered. “I won’t, Daddy.”
“All right. Goodnight, Janie.”
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
Sawyer flicked off the light and walked back through the house. It wasn’t until he had the front door open that he thought about one last instruction, and something was telling him it was an important one. Closing the door softly, he retraced his steps. He’d left her bedroom door slightly ajar and he pushed it open. Sure enough, his intuition had been spot-on. Janie was not curled on her side with Mr. Bear in her arms. In fact, she wasn’t even tucked in tightly. His little one had the covers down at her waist and from the soft sounds he could hear and the movement he could discern, he had a very good idea of exactly what she was doing. Two steps took him to the side of her bed, and a single tug of the blankets had her screeching and her eyes flying open.
“Young lady, what are you doing?”
“God, you scared me!” she said, as he flipped the light on.
It took everything within him not to grin as she didn’t move a muscle, thinking perhaps that if she remained frozen he couldn’t figure out exactly where her hand was. “Pull it out, little one.”
Her hand slowly emerged from her underwear, her fingers curling into a fist. He reached down and took her hand, opening her fist to reveal the wetness coating her fingers.
“You are not allowed to masturbate. From now on, all your orgasms belong to me. Daddy will be the one to decide when his little one receives pleasure. Is that clear?”
“Always?”
“Yes, sweetie. The moment you agreed to give yourself to me, to honor me by becoming my special girl, every little inch of you became mine. Understand?”
“I-I didn’t know.”
“That is why your panties aren’t already down and your bottom up.”
He could practically see her mind spinning, knew her need, could smell her arousal and yet she needed to understand that this was the beginning of her total immersion into her submission. “Did you hear me, Janie?”
It took her a moment to say, “Yes, Daddy.”