Page 19 of Two Wrongs

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” I yell at her.

“I’m not your problem anymore, Griffin.”

“Oh, baby bird, you’re in so much trouble.”

She pops out a hip, and props her hand on it. “What are you going to do? Spank me?”

I move closer to her, so that she has to crane her neck to look up at me. “I think you want me to. I bet your panties are soaked right now hoping I’ll force you to your knees and make you mine.”

Her big green eyes blink, but she doesn’t speak. My hand slips around her throat so I can feel her pulse. It races like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. “When I ask you a question, you will answer me.” I need to see how she’ll respond to an order.

“Seriously, Griffin. You aren’t my father. I’m divorcing your son. Leave me alone.”

A dark chuckle slips free, and she starts to back away from me.

I should stop at being reminded about her relationship with my son and the reminder why she’s off limits. Instead, the anger I felt earlier rises to the surface. Everything I’ve worked my entire life for is at risk because my son is selfish.

“What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t punish you for being a bad girl? You want me to spank your ass. Admit it. I need you to say it, and I’ll do to you everything I described at the pharmacy. I saw the look on your face. You want to submit and stop thinking for a while. To accept whatever pleasure I want to give you, and I will if you admit it.”

Her chest heaves and I can see she’s fighting with herself. She just needs a little push to give in.

“That’s why you came in here, dressed like a slut. You want an escape from your marriage. You want a man who burns for you. Is that how you want me to treat you? I think you want it to be me. To get back at him for ignoring you. How better than to let me control you for a while. And you know what? He’s taken enough from me. I’ve wanted you for years, and I’m tired of sacrificing for him when he doesn’t appreciate it. So tell me, do you want to be daddy’s whore?”

I pull her hair back, and force her to look up at me. “Say it.”

Her voice is quiet when she answers me. “I’ve been bad, daddy. I don’t want to think anymore tonight.”

“Turn around and put your hands on the door. Daddy is going to spank your ass for being a bad girl, and for making me want you so fucking bad, then I’m going to treat you like the slut you so badly want to be.”

She spins around and places her palms flat on the door. I put my hand on her back and force her down lower so her ass sticks out. I flip up her skirt revealing the full globes of her ass.

I’m not surprised she gives in so easily. I’ve suspected for a while she’s naturally submissive and longs for the freedom and peace found in handing over control to someone else. What a treasure a woman like her is to a man like me.

The tension melts off of her as I take control. Her worries are temporarily gone, left in my hands to take care of. I might not be the answer to all her problems. Hell, this probably causes new ones, but this is a chance for her to gain some of her dignity back. It might sound odd to find dignity in degradation, but this is her choice. Not only that, it’s her chance to dip into all the dark urges I’ve realized she and I share.

Rubbing my hand against her smooth skin she presses back against my touch. I raise my hand and give her a quick slap. The sound echoes through the storeroom, and I rub away the sting.

My handprint pinks her ass, and I alternate swats until her bottom is a nice rosy pink. “Your ass looks so pretty with my mark on it.”

“Tell me you’re sorry,” I demand.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out.

I smack her again. “Try again, baby bird.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she corrects.

“If you want to be treated like a whore, you don’t need to come to a bar. All you need is to come to me and beg.”

“Please, daddy,” she says immediately.

“Please what, baby bird?” I ask.

“Let me be your slut,” she pants.

I undo my belt and jeans. I rip her tiny panties off of her. “I’m going to fuck you now, and it’s going to be rough.”

“Yes, daddy.”

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