Page 42 of Controlling Chloe

“Yes.”

He comes closer and takes my hands in his. “I’m glad. I won’t ever harm you, baby. And you will always have a safeword that you can use so if things get to be too much, too painful, or overwhelming, you can say it, and everything stops. Understand?”

“Yes. Are you mad at me?”

His eyes soften, and he takes another step closer before cupping my chin. “Not at all. Baby girl, I need you to know and understand that just because I punish you, doesn’t mean I’m mad at you. In our dynamic, you’re going to have a ton of rules, some more serious than others, but you will break the rules time and time again. All Little girls do. It’s how this works. As long as you know that any time you break the rules, you’ll be disciplined. Hell, I’m pretty sure Cali and Scarlet break most of their rules on purpose just so they can get their butts spanked.”

My lips twitch as I try to keep from smiling. I don’t want to tell him he’s spot on.

“You’re safe to break the rules in this relationship. You’re safe to be Little, and you’re safe to be naughty. Some rules are much more important than others. Anything regarding your health or safety is important, and if you break those rules, your punishment might be harsher. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He takes my hand and leads me to the edge of my bed so he can sit. With hardly any effort at all, he pulls me, so my tummy is resting on his knees.

“Why are you getting spanked this morning, baby?”

I sigh and twist to look back at him. “Because you were being overbearing, and I was annoyed, so I called you by your name.”

He chuckles and swats my bottom over my dress. “Whether I’m being overbearing or not, you’re still supposed to address me as Daddy. Correct?”

Even though I want to roll my eyes, I think better of it. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And then you lied about it, didn’t you?”

“It was just a fib, Daddy.”

Another swat. “Fibs are lies, Chloe. We don’t lie to each other. Understood?”

A lump forms in my throat. “Yes, Daddy.”

He pulls up the back of my dress, exposing the plain white cotton panties I put on before our date last night. Paisley told me they weren’t sexy enough, but I’ve always loved them. They give me an innocent feeling that I crave.

“Kick off your shoes.”

I do as he says, and then Bash hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs them down. Only, instead of stopping at my thighs, he pulls them all the way off. When I twist to look back at him again, he’s wading them up and stuffing them into his suit pocket.

“Daddy!”

He raises an eyebrow. “What? I want your scent with me all day. Especially if I don’t get to see you again until tomorrow since you’re having a girls’ night.”

Good gravy. Is this man for real? He stole my panties. And he’s keeping them? To smell them? Oh, God. That shouldn’t be hot, but my wet vagina thinks differently.

“Do you already have a safeword, Chloe, or would you like to use red as your word?”

What? Oh, safeword. Right. “Um, red is fine.”

I’m too busy thinking about my dirty panties in his pocket to focus on anything else.

“Red it is.”

Then, his hand comes crashing down onto my bottom, and all thoughts of my underwear disappear, replaced with shocking pain. He smacks the other cheek with the same force, and as soon as the sting registers, I start to squirm.

“Owwie!”

Ignoring my cries, he starts to pepper my entire bottom all the way down to the middle of my thighs. The burning sensation spreads through my entire body, and soon, my chest is tight with all the emotions bubbling up. It’s been years since I’ve felt this kind of sting. This kind of pain. And even though I’m fighting it, I’m also craving it.

“Daddy, I’m sorry!” I cry out.

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