Page 20 of Promising Little Poppy

“Five more, Poppy. Count them for me.”

“One!” Poppy screamed as the first of her last five spanks fell against her skin. Tears began to fall, but with the tears something else happened.

“Two,” she sobbed with her face pressed into the couch, squirming and squealing and doing anything but giggling now. “Three!”

CJ knew the exact moment Poppy’s entire body went lax, the fear her Little felt earlier leaving her body along with the embarrassment of getting stuck in the storm, the loathing she felt toward herself all lessening as she fully gave her body over to her Daddy.

“Four,” the number was a cracked syllable, Poppy’s voice barely recognizable.

And just before CJ’s hand came down the last time, before Poppy could brace herself for the pain of CJ’s flesh connecting with her own, CJ said the words that she knew Poppy had always yearned to hear, that sheneededto hear in that moment more than ever. “You’re worth it Poppy, so worth it.”

With that, CJ’s palm landed against Poppy’s ass one last time, the hardest blow of all landing in the same exact place the last had landed. Poppy’s backside was crimson and hot to the touch, well used as a palette for CJ’s unique blend of care. The Little screamed a broken sob, taking in several deep breaths before weakly croaking out, “Five.”

Ever so gently, CJ tended to Poppy’s backside. First, it was with a gentle touch before liberally spreading a thick cream over Poppy’s reddened skin that she had thankfully thought ahead to bring back to the couch with her before they started Poppy’s punishment. Her heart broke each time Poppy made a smallwhimper or moan, but CJ knew the aftercare was necessary. That her Little deserved to be pampered, especially after having her backside reddened for the first time in a proper punishment.

“You did such a good job, Poppy. You took your punishment like such a brave girl and you made me incredibly proud of you.”

Poppy turned on CJ’s lap, wincing when her raw bottom came in contact with her Daddy’s muscly thighs. It seemed to have surprised her every time CJ held her close or cuddled with Poppy that despite CJ being significantly smaller than Poppy in weight, she never felt like she was truly too big to be on her Daddy’s lap. CJ knew it was comforting in a way Poppy had never known she was missing.

Surprising CJ, Poppy settled deeper into CJ’s lap, looping her arms around her Daddy. Poppy nuzzled her face into CJ’s neck, her warm breath sending chills over CJ’s body. “I’m happy it was you.”

“Happy what was me?” CJ asked, confused as to what exactly Poppy had been babbling about in her post-punishment comedown.

Poppy pressed back enough to look at CJ in the eyes, an unfamiliar electric heat blazing somewhere in the depths. Their gazes clashed in a sea of greens and browns and all the colors of the rainbow in between while unspoken words hung heavy in the air between them.

I’m happy you were my first Daddy.

I’m happy you were the first person to give me my first spanking.

I’m happy you were the first person to ever truly see me for who Ireallyam.

Neither CJ nor Poppy would ever be able to say who moved first.

Poppy

Before Poppy knew what was happening, her lips were on CJ’s lips, on herDaddy’slips. She moaned into CJ’s mouth when the woman opened for her without pretense, as if CJ had been thinking of kissing Poppy all along. And for some reason, that thought made Poppy throb between her legs.

Between hernakedlegs. Naked legs that were wrapped around another woman, with no underwear between Poppy’s bare heat and the jeans of her Daddy.

It should have felt weird or foreign. Poppy shouldn’t have wanted more, shouldn’t have been desperate for her Daddy to take off the sweatshirt that still covered the upper half of her body, leaving her naked and exposed and vulnerable to CJ in far more ways than she had when the two shared in quiet, sometimes silly moments together during bath time.

But there was no awkwardness, no fear or embarrassment. Just a need to be closer to her Daddy, to envelop the woman underneath her in a way that made Poppy feel desperate.

Until CJ pulled back, searching Poppy’s eyes with a confused, lust-drunk gaze that left Poppy wanting more all over again. “What are we doing?”

Panic flooded Poppy and she tried to pull away. Of course, CJ’s strength kept her Little firmly in place. “Stop automatically going to the worst case scenario, Poppy. I just need to know where your head is at, sweetheart. As far as I know from any conversation we’ve had, I am not someone you would usually find yourself attracted to. And I’m not saying you were the one to move first or that I was, or that this was fueled by anythingbut the adrenaline of our extremely intense day together. But if you want what just happened to happen again, we need to have a serious conversation first, and I don’t think you’re currently in the headspace to have that talk right now.”

With the simple words from CJ, Poppy felt her fears calm. She wasn’t sure what had happened between her and her Daddy, but she wanted more. More of knowing that CJ cared for her in a way that extended beyond their dynamic, more of the punishment that while hurting in the moment, left her reeling with a sense of rested euphoria that she couldn’t remember ever feeling before.

And while she had never thought of a woman romantically before, she certainly wanted more of those kisses that CJ pressed against her lips in firm, guiding ways. In fact, if the wetness between her legs was any indication, Poppy wanted a lot more than just kisses from her Daddy.

The pads of CJ’s fingers traced Poppy’s jaw as she turned her Little’s face back toward her own. “I can already see the gears in that overactive brain of yours working overtime, sweetheart. Rest assured, neither of us did anything wrong. Crossing a platonic boundary is just something I wasn’t expecting when I entered into this dynamic. But believe me, Poppy, there is nothing I want more than to kiss you again.”

Poppy smiled, all soft and sleepy, the endorphins from her ordeal starting to wear off as her eyelids grew heavy. “I think I want to kiss you again, too.”

CJ smiled softly and of all the smiles Poppy had seen in their time together, this smile was her absolute favorite. “We’ll talk about it once you’re rested and make sure you still feel the same. Come on, kitten, time for a nap.”

Together they crossed into Poppy’s bedroom and when she was positioned in bed, CJ pulled up the soft comforter around her Little. Realizing she’d left Poppy’s wet dress on the floorwhen they entered and changed in haste while searching for warmth, she crossed the room and picked it up.

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