Page 34 of Daddy's Rule

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” She wiggled, the hitch in her voice telling me she was nervous, but not scared enough to safeword. Good. Right on the edge where she belonged.

I began swatting her bottom with my hand. I wasn’t going to give her too much of a warmup, just enough to give her a sense of security. I peppered her skin with quick stingy smacks that didn’t even garner a reaction from her. I needed some kind of acknowledgement, so I ramped up the force and speed until she began to squirm a little.

Much better.

When she seemed to relax into the pain, I switched to the hairbrush. Nyla tensed when the cool wood was rubbed against her skin.

“You remember this brush, Nyla girl?”

“How could I forget?” she snarked.

“Even though you weren’t really in trouble, you used to promise all kinds of good behavior when this little baby came out during a play session. I wonder if it will work for a real punishment?” I picked it up and swung it down hard right on the fleshiest part of her bottom and held it there, like I was forcing the sting deeper into her skin.

“Owwww.” She pressed her head into the couch.

“Mm-hmm.” I repeated the action over and over, alternating cheeks and moving slightly lower with each impact until I reached mid-thigh, then began working my way back up. I wasn’t keeping count. It wasn’t a number I was after, it was a reaction, and even after two trips up and down her bottom, my Nyla was nowhere near where she needed to be. I set the brush down and rubbed her heated skin with my hand.

“You want to play hardball, little one? You know I’ll win.”

“I’m not playing anything!” she argued.

“Bull, but be my guest, keep up the calm facade; you won’t last much longer.” I picked up the rubber paddle. “How many licks does it take to get through the stubbornness of a naughty little girl?” I asked, eliciting a groan out of her.

The anger had faded, the relief that she was truly okay had set in, and watching her submit to her punishment had been a balm to my soul. I could feel us both creeping back into our comfort zone, full of teasing and banter even when things were serious. It was just the way we were.

“Just because you’re playing daddy doesn’t mean we need dad joke commentary,” she sassed.

I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “You impress me, you know that? You’ve been cornered, edged to tears, stuffed with a plug, and spanked with a hairbrush, and still you bring the sass.”

“Just keeping things interesting.”

“Okay, well as much as I love your sass, you better keep a tight hold because it could get you into a lot of trouble. Especially when you’re over Daddy’s knee about to get your ass roasted.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed and her body slumped. Joking and sass aside, this was still a punishment. She could pout all she wanted, but she wasn’t leaving my lap until I got the result I was after.

The paddle was almost too big for an over-the-knee spanking, but I situated our bodies in a way that would make it possible for me to hit her entire bottom with each stroke. From the satisfying way her whole body tensed from the first stroke, I could tell she wasn’t going to last as long as she’d made me think.

Hissing in pain, she wiggled back and forth almost hard enough to fall off my lap.

“If you don’t stay put, we’re going to change positions. I can get a lot bigger backswing if I have you draped over the back of the couch.”

She gasped and shook her head from side to side emphatically. “No! I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll stay still.”

“Good girl. I’m not going to stop again until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson.”

With that I started spanking in earnest. As I brought down the vicious paddle over and over across her bottom and the tops of her thighs, I paid attention to every noise and every twinge of movement. As she got closer and closer to her breaking point, I increased the speed and power behind each smack and made sure not to establish any kind of predictable pattern. I needed her completely present, completely focused on the pain.

After a particularly hard blow to her upper thighs her breath finally hitched. I kept the same intensity and targeted the same spot over and over and over until the sobs broke through and she completely submitted.

Nyla

I tried with all my might to hold on to my control, but I should have known better. I was no match for Bas or his paddle. He controlled my heart and my body and I was helpless to fight against him. I wasn’t sure why I was even trying. I wanted this. I wanted Bas as my daddy. Not just for two weeks, but forever.

I didn’t notice when Bas stopped spanking as my entire soul poured out of my eyes: relief, acceptance, a little remorse for my behavior, but mostly a deep sense of happiness and homecoming.

“Good girl,” Bas praised as he rubbed my sore bottom and let me cry over his knees.

I wanted to tell him all the things going through my head, but I could barely sort through the thoughts, let alone voice them. As my sobs slowed I tried to get up, but as soon as I moved Bas’s arms were around me. He scooped me up and rolled me into his chest, holding me tight. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his masculine scent. Well, I tried to, anyway, but I didn’t have much luck with my nose stuffed and running the way it was.

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