Page 53 of Loving Luna

He nodded, his mouth set in a firm line, his eyes full of love. “My babygirl needs her Daddy. You broke a rule, and though exceptions should probably be made for future extenuating circumstances, there weren’t any in place when you did it, were there?”

“No, Daddy.” I shook my head. My lungs were tight with anticipation, my bottom already clenching with the promise of a punishment.

Drake stood, turned to face me, and holding my hands, pulled me into his arms where he looked at me with so much love and understanding I couldn’t breathe. “You need your Daddy. And I’m not going to apologize for not being in Daddy mode, because I know you don’t need me to, and I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but I promise you that I’m not going to let it continue. I’m going to be the man you need right now, just like you’ve been the woman I needed from the moment I met you.”

He’d literally taken my breath away. I couldn’t do anything but offer a breathless nod.

“You, my sweet, loving, submissive babygirl, need discipline in your life on a regular basis. You need rules, and clearly defined boundaries. And you need a Daddy who doesn’t let you stray from those.”

I nodded again. It was all I could manage.

“If I’ve learned anything from my parents’ relationship all these years, it’s that communication is key, compromise and understanding are crucial and relationships like these are ever-changing.”

I nodded again, not sure where he was going. It almost sounded like he was about to talk himself out of not letting me off the hook.

He cupped my chin, taking the tip of it between two fingers. “You run from emotions. Yours, and other people’s. Communication isn’t always your strong suit. Daddy isn’t goingto stand for that. New rule: You must always tell me all the things. If you’re spiraling out, especially about us, you need to communicate with me, even when it’s hard. Do you understand, babygirl?”

I nearly sagged with relief. Answering was easy. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s why you’re going to get a nice, long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. Not just because you scened with Maureen without my permission, not because you failed to communicate when you should have, but because we need this to set us straight. We need to reaffirm our roles, and then we need to cling to them.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I hadn’t even finished speaking before Drake’s hands were on my body, undoing the buttons of my blouse and sliding it off my arms. Neither of us looked down as it fell to the floor by our feet.

He slid his hands down my sides next, until he reached the waistband of my skirt. That also came off, and next he knelt to help me step out of it, staying down to help me with my boots.

My heart pounded with a mixture of desire and anticipation as I watched him slowly unlace them and slip them off my feet, along with my socks until I was standing there in my black lace bra and panties. The thong I wore didn’t offer me much protection, so I wasn’t surprised when Drake sat down and lowered me facedown over his lap without bothering to take them down.

“I can see you’ve already had a nice, hard, paddling today.” His large hands massaged the still sore flesh of my ass. “Does it still hurt?”

“Yes, Daddy. A little.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Getting spanked by Maureen without my permission was very naughty, so I’m gonna have to make it hurt more.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Drake had spanked me countless times over the years, for various reasons, play, funishment, to help relieve me of guilt over this, that and the other, but this was the first true punishment between us.

“I’m going to start with my hand, not for a warmup, but to reconnect us, then after you’re nice and primed, you’re getting Daddy’s belt.”

He didn’t seem to require a response as his large hands kneaded the flesh of my already tender bottom, so I didn’t offer one.

I couldn’t have spoken at that moment even if I wanted to. I was overwhelmed with emotion, overflowing with gratitude. My Daddy truly knew me, and understood me, and was going to make sure we got what we both needed. I should have trusted him from the get-go.

Suddenly, the urge to tell him that, to let him know how I felt was too strong, stronger than my choked-up chest, or the tears I knew would spill if I started to speak.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, my throat thick with tears I wasn’t ready to cry just yet. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first. I should have. You get me better than anyone.” Maureen was a close second, but I didn’t say that.

Drake didn’t respond. Well, not with words. His hand did all the talking as it crashed hard across the most tender parts of my already spanked ass.

Somehow it hurt even more than Maureen’s paddle had. It was probably the guilt, coupled with the gratitude and relief, but each swat of his hand felt like a giant paddle coming at me with maximum force. After three swats, I was ready to buck off his lap, but somehow I stayed put, only letting a whimper escape.

The whimper must have told Drake all he needed to know because in the next moment my hands were pinned behind my back, and his leg was folded over mine, pinning me in place, onlyseconds before the next swat fell hard and fast across the center of my left ass cheek. The right side got the exact same treatment, and then the force of the swats lessened while the pace increased and my entire backside was being peppered with a flurry of swats, falling hard and fast with no rhyme or reason to where the next one would land, until my entire backside was heated and probably red.

Tears rushed down my face, blurring my vision. My stomach knotted with guilt.

Drake spoke, hammering home everything I needed to hear. “This week has been hell, babygirl, and there may have been times I wouldn’t have been able to handle your emotions on top of my own, and I wouldn't have had it in me to act like a Daddy should, but, babygirl, that doesn’t matter. You always have to communicate with me. You have to give me a chance to respond, and you have to trust that I will tell you if I am not able to respond the way you need me to. You could have saved yourself a lot of heartache if you’d tried that first.” He grunted and I could almost see the smirk on his face when he added, “A lot of ass-ache too.”

“Yes, Daddy!” It came out on a wail, and I couldn’t believe how hard I was crying over a hand spanking. I was a masochist. I craved discipline and played regularly. You wouldn’t know it today though.

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