Page 30 of Daddy's Rule

“Well, maybe I’ll just stay here then, and come home tomorrow when you’ve calmed down.” There was a sass in her tone. She was pushing at me.

“I’m calmer now that I know you’re not dead. I’m getting into my car now. If I don’t have a text message with the address within a minute of hanging up, you will sorely regret it, I promise you that.”

“Okay.”

“What was that? Is that how you’re supposed to answer me?”

“Yes, Bas,” she amended, still refusing to answer correctly.

“That’s okay, we’ll add this to your growing list of transgressions. I’m hanging up now. Send me the address.”

I didn’t want to verbally spar with her. I needed to see her, feel her, know without a shadow of a doubt that she was safe, then I was going to punish her and make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

The drive back to our building was silent. Nyla hadn’t said a word since she got in the car and I didn’t invite any kind of conversation, either. I watched her squirm and wring her hands out of the corner of my eye. She was nervous. That was good. She knew she’d done something wrong and that would help her accept the punishment she had coming to her. Her first real serious one since we had begun this arrangement.

I parked the car and got out, still without saying a word, and headed up to her apartment. I didn’t have to look back to know she was following me.

Once inside the apartment I finally broke the silence.

“Strip,” I told her as I went to the table and grabbed our contract along with the tape dispenser I’d laid next to it.

“Bas…” she tried to argue, but quickly quieted when I turned a steely glare on her, clamping her mouth shut.

Heading to the empty corner of her living room, I taped the contract to the wall at eye level for her, then turned to see she still hadn’t begun to undress.

“I gave you a directive, little girl. Do you need help getting out of your clothes?”

“No… I…. I don’t like this.” Her voice shook.

“What don’t you like? Being held accountable for making me worry about you for the last nine hours? That’s too damn bad. Do as you were told.”

Or safeword, I finished in my mind. Nyla and I had a long history. We trusted each other and if I was taking her too far, she wouldn’t hesitate to call me on it. This wasn’t that. It was something else, and I wasn’t in the mood for it.

“Can’t we talk first?” she all but pleaded.

“Every minute you delay is a minute added on to your punishment, and trust me on this, little girl, you’re not going to want extra.”

She nibbled her lip and set her purse on the floor before slowly obeying. I watched her undress, not even fighting to hide the hard-on that grew in my pants.

She unwrapped herself like a gift as I watched. Once she was down to her perfectly matched lacy bra and panties, her eyes found mine.

“All of it,” I instructed.

She let out a deep sigh before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. Being naked was not a punishment for Nyla. She had no problem strutting her amazing body around a crowded club, but it was a symbol. I was stripping her bare, taking away her defenses before I broke through her carefully built walls.

She slid the straps down her arms and dropped the piece of clothing to the floor before hooking her thumbs in her panties and pushing them down just enough that they fell the rest of the way unassisted.

I closed the space between us and circled her, silently inspecting her body. I knew she wasn’t physically harmed in any way, but I had been worried and had envisioned things in my mind no one wants to envision, so seeing her beautiful unmarred skin on display for me calmed my soul.

“Good girl.” I threw her a little bone and some of the tension in her shoulders visibly loosened. That wouldn’t last long, though. “I want you to go to the corner and look at the contract I taped on the wall. I want you to read it word for word out loud to me, and then I want you to list all of the rules you have broken on your little adventure today.”

When creating the contract, the guys and I had come up with a list of non-negotiable safety rules that each Rent-A-Daddy client would be mandated to follow. Nyla had agreed to them, then promptly trampled them into the mud the first real chance she got.

“I know I broke the rules, Bas. I—”

From my place behind her I had easy access to her bare backside, and I took advantage of it. Stepping up, I grabbed her shoulder to hold her steady, then laid three hard swats to her ass. “If you continue to disregard my title, I will wash my name out of your mouth with a bar of soap. What are you supposed to call me?”

“Daddy.” She hissed at the sting.

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