Daddy Says(28)

“Please,” she’d whispered. “I know I was naughty—”

“Then you understand that when Daddy says you’ll be intimately punished, you are going to get your ass fucked hard. This will not be pleasurable for you but you are not to fight me, Janie. It will hurt, but I will not harm you. Understand?”

“Yes… yes, sir.” She’d known that was the truth. He’d never harmed her. Hurt her, yes, as he was a firm believer that when punishment was earned, every stroke of hand, paddle, brush, or belt needed to count.

“Pull those naughty cheeks further apart. Present your pucker and ask your daddy to give you a hard punishment fuck.”

“Please… please give me a hard… hard punishment…” She’d shuddered again, the next word she’d been instructed to utter the one that absolutely guaranteed she’d be sorry. She’d had no doubt that this time would be any different. Her eyes had filled with tears, not of physical pain, but at the knowledge that she’d so disappointed him.

“I’m waiting, Janie.”

Taking a deep breath, she’d nodded. “Please, Daddy, give me a hard punishment fu… fuck.”

“Where?”

Her daddy had taught her many things and this one… waiting patiently for her to fully acknowledge what was going to happen… what her choice of misbehavior had earned her, was one that truly allowed her to sink into submission. “In… in my bottom.”

She’d watched as he’d applied a very small amount of lubricant to her pucker. Shame had filled her at having to witness his every move instead of being given the chance to hide her face in the duvet. When he’d slid his finger inside her pucker, she’d been determined to accept her discipline with dignity. After spending just a few seconds to spread the lube inside her channel, he’d tossed the bottle aside.

He’d moved between her legs, his voice stern as he said, “Remember, keep those eyes open. I want you to watch my cock sink into that tight little ass of yours. Put your hands over your head.” Once she had, he’d taken her ankles and lifted her legs in the air, pressing them back toward her shoulders, practically bending her in half before spreading them wide. Moving forward, he’d placed his cockhead at her entrance. She’d barely had enough time to take a deep breath and push back before he thrust into her. Screeching at the abrupt entry, so different from that when he gently took her, she’d learned the definition of intimate punishment. The sight of his shaft, partially buried inside her most intimate opening had ensured her eyes slammed shut.

“Naughty,” he’d said a second before she’d screeched at the slap he’d placed directly on her pussy lips. “Get those eyes open!” Once she had, realizing he had taken both of her ankles in one hand, she’d watched the other drop down to slap her pussy twice more. These weren’t for play… each one had her cry out. “Are you going to be naughty again?”

“No, Daddy.”

“What are you going to do?”

She’d understood he used these moments, forcing her to vocalize things that embarrassed her in order to focus her entire being on what her choices had earned her. Understanding his methods did nothing to negate the shame she felt at having to participate.

“I’m going to watch you punish me… inside my bottom.” When his eyebrow had remained quirked, she’d swallowed and tried again. “I’m going to keep my eyes on your… your cock as you push it inside my ass and give me a… a hard punishment fuck.”

Nodding, he’d again spread her legs even wider, making sure she had an unimpeded view of her intimate punishment. He’d pushed forward and she’d felt her body pulse. The pain had been sharp, her cry sharper as her sphincter had protested the need to open so quickly to accept his girth. Her daddy hadn’t paused, and she’d watched his entire length disappear deep inside her ass. She had felt his balls slapping against her tender, punished flesh.

“What happens to very naughty little girls?” her daddy had asked, withdrawing until just the head of his cock remained inside her.

“They… they get puni… punished,” she’d managed and then had moaned as he’d thrust forward again.

“That’s right. They get punished.” He’d withdrawn again, this time completely, which had made her shriek as her muscle was once again forced to stretch to allow him to exit.

“Please, Daddy, please… it hurts.”

“Yes, I know. But, baby girl, that’s the purpose of punishment. It is supposed to hurt to teach you to change your ways. Are you learning that lesson, Janie?”

“Yes… yes, sir.”

“Good.” Without another word, he’d thrust back inside her dark channel and had begun to fuck her hard and fast. Her fingers had gripped the duvet, her moans, gasps, whimpers, and pleas filling the air and yet none had swayed her daddy from his duty. She’d earned this. What had surprised her was the feeling of submission that had washed through her as he’d continued to pump in and out of her. The moment she’d stopped attempting to endure the discipline, embracing it instead, the sense of chaos, the feeling of being out of control had disappeared. When he’d slammed up against her bottom for the final time, she’d felt him filling her with his essence and had understood that, yes, her daddy was punishing her and not being the least bit gentle about it, but she knew that she was loved unconditionally.

After he’d pulled from her, she’d remained in position, not closing her eyes, not attempting to hide from him. “I’m very sorry, Daddy. Thank you for loving me enough to punish me and help me remember what’s truly important.”

“And that is?” he’d asked, gently running a hand over her pussy that had been absolutely soaking wet in spite of that fact that it had been spanked, her bottom striped, and her ass thoroughly fucked.

“You… and me. Us. That is what is the most important thing to me. I love you.”

Her daddy had smiled and moved to pull her up, her bare breasts pressed against his chest. “I love you too, baby girl. You’re the most important person in my life.”

After a long kiss that had her tummy flipping, he had set her on her feet, patted her sore bottom, and had given her a final directive.

He’d sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a glass of brandy, pointing out spots she’d missed as she’d stood, bare bottom as red as the tomatoes splattered on the wall, scrubbing up the mess she’d made.

The next afternoon, she’d become real friends with Gloria West. The older woman had entered the kitchen to see Jane studiously chopping carrots, huge piles of other vegetables waiting for her to practice her knife cuts. Gloria had started a large pot of chicken stock boiling, informing Jane that vegetable soup was always a great staple to have on hand. When she’d opened several drawers and rummaged in the utensil crock, Jane had finally made her confession.

“I-I um sort of, um, got rid of the wooden spoons.”

“Ah,” Gloria had said with a grin. “I tried that too, but Richard just bought several more and demonstrated the folly of trying to hide any implement by giving me a dozen swats with every single new one.”

Jane remembered how her mouth had gaped open but when she’d giggled, Gloria had joined her and then had shown her a few tips on making perfectly sized knife cuts. Sawyer had come in, had seen the two slicing, dicing, and chatting and had smiled. That night when Jane admitted she’d discarded all the wooden utensils, assuring him that she’d replace them, he’d given her a spanking, but it had been one of the ‘funishment’ ones she had so come to love.

No matter what each day brought, he was always there, holding her close and assuring her that he was so proud of her, encouraging her every step of the way.

Tonight, she saw him seated at table twenty-three, the one that she’d always considered his since that first night of their meeting. He stood as she walked across the room and beamed as their friends who had been invited to help celebrate the completion of her first year of culinary school as well as her first solo service began to clap. She saw all the people she used to work with, Mr. Arturo and his wife, Mr. Lawson and Michelle, all smiling and clapping even harder as she passed their tables. Once she reached Sawyer, he pulled her to him.

“You did it, little one. Or should I call you Chef Knight?” he asked, brushing her hair back and running a fingertip over the embroidered name on her new chef’s jacket.

Just like that first night, she felt a jolt of electricity spark between them, her nipples tightening. “No, not yet. I still have more to learn before I earn that honor. I’m just your Janie… and your little one, Daddy.”

“But,” he said, stepping back and slowly going to one knee, “will you also be my wife?”

She didn’t even see the box he pulled from his pocket, or the ring nestled inside. All she saw was the love in his eyes a moment before her vision blurred and her heart skipped a beat.

His hand reached up to stroke along her cheek. “Breathe, Janie, just breathe.”

It took her a moment, but she finally drew in enough air to answer. “Yes, oh, God, yes. I love you so much.”