Page 176 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Eep!
Without Cas’ hold on me, I was free to get away, and I quickly rolled onto my back, staring up at him with wide eyes, just as he freed the belt, doubled it over in his hands, and whipped it through the air.
He wasn’t close enough to hit, just… testing it out apparently? It made a whizzing sound as it cut through the air.
“Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Daddy told you what was going to happen, babygirl.”
“B-but…” I blinked up at him and puffed out my lip as tears filled my eyes. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him either.
“Roll over,” Cas commanded. His eyes were dark. His voice was hard and brooked no argument. My resolve withered and my stomach clenched as I slowly turned over.
I clenched my bottom tight—I couldn’t help myself.
“You aren’t supposed to run off from me, babygirl. We made that a rule on day one.” The atmosphere in the room shifted as Cas stepped closer. “And you definitely aren’t supposed to do it on a mountain in a storm.”
He stepped closer still and his bare legs brushed up against the backs of my knees. “You don’t understand, babygirl, how dangerous and deadly storms like that can be.” His rough knuckles dragged against my sit-spots.
Guilt filled me because I did know. It hadn’t been a storm that took my parents, but nobody understood better than me how quickly an unexpected moment could change your whole life. I sucked in a ragged breath and tried to push past the pain. It wasn’t physical pain—Cas hadn’t started spanking yet—it was the emotional pain that always came when I tried to process my parents’ death and the turmoil it had caused in my life.
Maybe Cas knew what I was thinking, maybe he didn’t, but the leather lashing across my skin was a welcome distraction. For a moment. Until the pain hit. White-hot and blinding, it cut through my memories. I reared up, and threw my hands back, knowing even as I did it that the act would be futile. Cas would make me take it, and not only would I eventually get there, but there was a part of me that craved his control—that wanted him to hold me down and force me to take the punishment I knew I’d earned.
Of course that was exactly what he did, but not with physical force. Cas held me captive with his words. “Stay, babygirl. You move and that belt is gonna catch you across your thighs next. I promise you it won’t be pleasant.”
I let out a strangled cry, pretty sure it couldn’t get worse, but not willing to test the theory. The spanking, I knew, was justified, but it didn’t feel fair.
“Nothing was going to happen,” I whined, just because I could. Maybe I wanted to hear something more. Maybe I was fighting him because I knew our time was coming to an end, far too early. Maybe I was fighting him because I hated the unknowns of what might happen next.
These were things we would have had to face eventually; I just hadn’t expected to be dealing with them so soon. And yeah, I was scared and acting out. Was it mature of me? Of course not. Could I help myself? Also no.
And maybe Cas knew what I was doing; he seemed too smart not to, but he answered as if he didn’t. “I didn’t realize you were psychic, babygirl, and knew there was no danger.”
I’d have scoffed at his sarcasm, but the belt lashed across the fleshiest part of my bottom, and Cas held me in place with one hand in the center of my back.
He bent down until our bodies were almost touching and whispered in my ear. “You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Polly. Now be a good girl and take your punishment. Or at least, the first part of it…”
His lingering threat closed my throat as I wondered what he could mean. My brain thought about the things he’d bought in Las Vegas and how he’d threatened me with forced baby time. Was that what he meant, or was he just going to use a different implement once he was done with the belt? All our stuff was still in the car, and judging by the noise level, the storm still hadn’t died down.
I didn’t have time to ponder too hard before he straightened, and the belt striped my skin once more.
“Mmmmfff!” I cried, shoving my fist in my mouth. The rain was muffling noise and seemed like all anyone would be able to hear, but I was pretty sure this hotel didn’t have the thickest walls.
Again, the belt lashed. The pain was intense and delicious and awful all at once. My pussy wept in hopeful anticipation of what would follow.
“You need to stay with Daddy, babygirl. You do not run off, and you do not jump guardrails.”
“Yes, Daddy,” My agreement came on the end of a deep sigh that turned to a screech when the leather whipped across my sit-spots.
It suddenly felt like a real punishment and the guilt I'd felt earlier came rushing back as the belt hit my sit-spots again and again.
“I’m sorrryyy, Daddy!” I cried.
The belt stopped. Cas rubbed my lower back, then my aching bottom. “Ten more, baby.”
A low whimper escaped my lips as the throbbing between my legs returned. This definitely felt like a punishment, but also didn’t. I was really hoping for relief later, and really anxious to see what his vague threat earlier had been about.
I knew better than to ask or to say any of that right now, though.
