Page 9 of Daddy's Lesson

My arousal surged and I shifted uncomfortably. Her soft chuckle let me know she knew exactly what I was doing and why, but at least she wasn’t jumping up in disgust or righteous indignation. That was something.

Thanking the gods while sending up a silent prayer that I did not screw this up, I pushed the satin fabric down to meet the folds of her skirt, resting mid-thigh. I’d have preferred her naked from the waist down, but I’d afford her the modesty, at least this first time.

Her bottom was perfect: round fleshy globes that somehow seemed to form a perfect heart shape. The skin was a milky-white, with soft cinnamon-colored freckles that matched the ones dusted across her nose and cheeks. I couldn’t wait to watch it pink up under my handiwork.

Lowering my hand, I let it rest across the center of her right butt cheek, watching as her back tensed, then relaxed in response to my touch. “Zoe,” I warned, my tone kind but firm, “It’s time for your spanking to begin.”

CHAPTER 3

ZOE

I’d been here a dozen times before with Archer, my first assigned Daddy, but this time felt different. More awkward, sure. Archer had been a student at my college, but Lennon had been a student of mine. My meetings with Archer had always been detached and transactional. I hadn’t minded at all, but Lennon had cut to the quick with his astute observations and demand for the truth.

And that made it feel… real. Less like a means to an end. I actually felt shame creeping up my cheeks as his hard hand rested across my backside. Guilt pooled in my belly and I felt like a naughty child who’d been caught in a lie.

I felt like I needed this spanking. Sure, I needed them all; that had been the whole point of signing up, but this need was different. It was less about the physical rush and more about the emotional cleansing.

My skin burned under his touch, every nerve ending on fire as I waited for the inevitable.

Just spank me already! I wanted to shout, but instead I bit down on my lower lip and stayed silent.

Finally, his hand lifted away from my untouched flesh. I felt rather than saw it linger mid-air above my backside. I sucked in a breath. Already I felt close to tears, a sensation I’d never reached with Lennon’s counterpart.

His hand crashed across the center of my bottom with a bloom of pain that expanded and spread, first through my buttocks, and then to my very core. The sting was unbelievable, but also delicious.

I let go of the breath I’d been holding while I waited, and pushed my bottom toward his hand, wanting more, needing more.

Lennon obliged. His hand smacked a steady cadence across each cheek and then in the center of both, over and over again, with barely any time to draw a breath before he spanked again. Each swat heated me, until I could visualize the reddening of my skin under his ministrations, and the heat pooling, blooming outward.

It calmed me, centered me, gave me the feelings I craved, exactly as it had with Archer, and suddenly this didn’t feel as different as I’d built it up in my mind to be.

And then he started to lecture.

And everything was different.

“Zoe, I intend to become your Daddy. As your Daddy, my goal is to help you not only survive, but to see to it that you thrive. And for this goal to succeed, it is imperative that you are not only honest with Daddy, but that you give me any and all information I need to know how to best care for you, and help you achieve your goals. You’ve been settling, existing, content to languish in life without moving forward, and that will not do.”

For a second it occurred to me to wonder how much of what he said to me he could also say to himself, but those thoughts were forced out of existence when he started spanking anew. His hand felt harder now, and each swat seemed to have an intense power behind it, loaded with the weight of repercussions for my actions.

Tears welled in the corners of my eyes, but more than that, gratefulness swelled in my chest. Lennon was demanding more from me than I had asked of myself in far too long. He was rejecting the status quo I’d grown so comfortable residing in. At first, I’d felt a twinge of bitter resentment at his questions and the command that had gone with them, but now I felt… hope. Life, freedom, wonder, excitement, and so many emotions that had been foreign for far too long.

The realization choked me up. The tears fell freely, and when he spanked me, I welcomed the pain, and the healing that it brought with it.

Lennon must have heard my sniffles or seen the change in my posture and body language. He paused abruptly, laying his spanking hand across the small of my back.

“Zoe, are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need a minute?”

I shook my head vehemently from side to side. I didn’t need a minute. I didn’t want to pause the wave of emotions I was feeling. I thought I might die if the pain in my bottom subsided, even for a moment. “No!” I cried, my voice so broken I barely recognized it. “Please… I need you to… keep going.”

The air hung thick between us as he seemed to process my desperate response. He gave a little hum, adjusted his hold, wrapping an arm around my hip and pulling me close, and wrapped his legs over the top of mine. “Your safeword is Picasso,” he reminded me. As if I could forget.

The next smack echoed through the room. It was hard and took my breath away, and I realized at once that he was no longer using his hand. I couldn't hold back a gasp as I twisted my upper body to glance over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of a long, sturdy wooden paddle as it flew toward my upturned bottom.

“Aahhh!” I cried when it hit. “What in the… where did you even…where did that even come from?”

Lennon chuckled, his response not one I’d expected. “It was in the couch. I stashed it earlier in case our morning meeting went the way I hoped. Most Doms have a play bag or armoire. I prefer to stash my implements randomly around my apartment. You never know when you’ll have a need.”

The quirk made me chuckle, but only for a split second before the paddle landed again. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pain, and my zen-like epiphany of all that I’d been missing fell to the wayside. Gone up in the smoke surrounding the flames licking my backside.

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