Page 58 of Wilderness Daddy

“Did that do anything to your attitude?” He sweeps the wall of hair dangling around my face to tuck it behind my ear. “Baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. My attitude is gone.”

“Good.”

I reach back for my pants while trying to rise, but he stops me.

“Not so fast, honey.” He takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers before pinning my hand at my back. “While I’ve got you here...”

“No, Daddy. No more.”

He ignores my pleas. “You asked me to punish you for coming up here, didn’t you?” He yanks my pants down lower this time and I gasp at the pulsing rush of desire it causes.

“You said you wouldn’t fight it, didn’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip, trying hard to focus on the burning of my flesh rather than the throbbing of my clit. I’m ashamed of my arousal.

“I won’t, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“My good, sweet girl,” he croons, running his hand over my hair. “Daddy would much rather heat other places, but I’m afraid we both know you need this spanking.”

I nod and swallow hard as his hand moves from my hair to my thigh. He rubs and I squeeze my eyes closed again, mentally begging his hand to slide between my thighs and caress my pussy.

“Open your legs.” The demand in his tone has another gush of desire pulsing from my core. I open them slowly, my face flooding with the heat. His hand lands suddenly on one of my thighs and then the other in biting swats that make me first gasp and then call out.

“That, little girl, is what it feels like to have your thighs spanked.”

“It hurts!” I say and reach back to rub the itching sting.

“Hand forward.”

I immediately put my hand back on the ground. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m going to spank you hard, baby, and that means your thighs too. But you deserve it for putting yourself at risk by coming out here, understand?”

“I do,” I say on a whimper.

“Do you know how many people go missing out here? How many experienced people still get lost, succumb to the elements or starve? Have run-ins with predators or get hurt and can’t make the journey out of here?”

“I didn’t think of any of that.” My voice trembles as emotion churns inside me at the realization. “I only thought of getting to you,” I say and this time it comes out on a sob.

“That’s right. You didn’t. And I’m going to make sure you damn well do next time.” I know he’s finished talking when his hand lands again on each thigh sharply and then continues onto my bottom. My feet fly up as he alternates between my ass and my thighs. It’s horrible and because I’ve already started crying, more tears flow pushed out by the painful spanking.

“Let it out, honey. No need to hold it in.” His words are soft even though his palm is not and that makes me choke on my tears. He can be sweet and thoughtful while still being harsh and that for some reason makes me feel more cared for than ever before. He may be inflicting this burning sting on me, but he’s also there for me while it’s happening.

“I’m sor-ry, so... s-orry.”

“What are you sorry for, Kari?”

I stall to answer a moment, catching my breath and enjoying the momentary reprieve. But I sense his impatience and stutter an answer.

“For... not... thinking this through. For not considering the dangers.”

He pulls me up then, rising himself. It’s awkward and I’m shaky and he steadies me, before pulling me into his arms and holding me tight as I shake with sobs.

“Hush, baby girl, you’re all done.”

After a few minutes, he sits, pulling me into his lap and I snuggle against his chest, watching the flickering fire, letting the burn meld into something else.

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