Page 91 of Saving Sophia

I shook my head hard. “No, Daddy.” Never that.

“Then I’m not mad.” He stroked my cheek, and I sighed into him, warming at his touch. “But part of being a Daddy is holding you accountable. I asked you to do something, and you said you would do it. Something important. You didn’t follow through, and now you’re feeling pretty bad.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” The words bubbled up and popped hollow in the air as I said them, only adding frustration to my guilt.

I shifted, looking up into his eyes. They were their usual gorgeous gray, edged with burnished amber, but I was more struck by what I didn’t see. There was no coldness. No hint of disappointment. Nothing like what I’d come to expect from others when I apologized.

“What will you do to correct your mistake?” His brows were firm, steady, waiting for me to set things right.

“I’ll tell Callie today.”

“Yes, you will,” he agreed. “Hayden too. He’s meeting us at my office to take your statement.”

I sat up, surprised. “He is?”

He nodded. “And you’ll have to tell them while sitting on a sore bottom. That’s your penance.”

Tremors coursed through me. “My penance?”

“Sorry doesn’t solve anything by itself, does it?” he asked.

No. It didn’t. It never had.

“It’s my job to hold you accountable and to help you finish the process.”

“What’s the process?” My heart quivered and my tummy twitched, afraid of what he was going to say but also desperate to hear the words.

“Sorry is the first step. Next comes the penance, the forgiveness, and the letting go.”

Penance. Forgiveness. Letting go.

I knew about being sorry, but those other parts? No one had ever mentioned those before.

His hands cinched around my ribs as he turned me over in his lap. “Now, you’ve told me you’re sorry. That’s step one.” He moved me into position across his knees, my bottom turned up for him to close the loop I never knew needed closing.

He slid the shirt up to expose my bottom, and I was bare to him again. The breeze tickled my skin. A steady pulse beat between my legs making me ache deep inside. His hand rested on my back, steadying me, holding me firm. I clenched my bottom in anticipation, squeezing my eyes closed, my bare toes digging into the deck for balance.

The expected smack of his hand didn’t come.

Instead, two fingers pushed straight into me, firm and businesslike, finding no resistance. I hadn’t realized how wet being bottom up on his lap made me.

The drum-like pulsing of my body intensified, squeezing around his fingers. They didn’t tease or explore. They went straight to the spot that made my toes curl up and began stroking quickly. I gasped, my legs spreading involuntarily, my bottom pushing up towards his intruding hand, desperate for him to keep going, shocked at how fast I was accelerating toward a climax. The pulse became a throb as the coming explosion built up inside, making my legs tingle and shake.

“Daddy.” It came out a hiss as my body ramped up.

My heart pounded in rhythm with my body’s vibration around his fingers. I tensed, starbursts already forming in the darkness of my squeezed-shut eyes. His fingers slid out of me, trailing my wetness across the backs of my thighs and leaving an almost painful emptiness.

“No,” I sobbed.

I spread my legs more, pushed my bottom toward the empty space where his hand had been. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if the entire crew gathered around to watch. I needed to come by his hand more than I needed anything in my life.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

Then his hand fell. The slap of it against my tender skin rang out across the deck, wrenching a yelp from my throat. A barrage of intense, fast-falling spanks burst against my bottom, and my nervous system lit up with the switch in sensation. Hot, stinging pain seared across my skin while the throbbing inside turned up to a blaring, frustrated denial. He continued without mercy, the heat spreading through my body like a wildfire out of control, leaving me gasping and squealing with the pain and need of it.

The onslaught paused. The breeze chilled the skin that had so recently been burning, and somehow that made the sting sharper, deeper, like a million tiny, piercing needles, tingling and mixing with the need to come. I grunted and squirmed for any possible friction against his lap, reduced to animal-like instincts begging for release.

A heavy slap fell, shocking me into stillness as he spoke. “Daddy asked you to do something important, and you chose to delay doing it.”

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