Page 11 of Her Bossy Daddy

Liam stood by my bed admiring the exquisite detail of the carpet beater like one would take in a fine painting. “It’s glorious.” He clearly approved, but then he noticed me splayed out on the floor and stepped to my head. Offering his hands, palms up, he waited for me to comply. “Perhaps I should carry you around from now on?”

“You can’t carry me around.” I clamped my mouth shut, defeated.

“Come again?”

“I, uh, only meant, well, nothing.” Heat flushed my face, and I let my head rest against the hardwood floor. That damn rattan beater had a date with my butt.

“Give me your hands.”

I didn’t remember him being so bossy, but I’d never been so difficult either. He grabbed my hands and tugged me to my feet. Liam led me over to the bed and then tapped the edge of it. I bent over but turned my head as he removed the implement from the wall. “You can’t actually swing that at me.”

“Do I follow your rules, love?”

“No.”

“Something is getting through.” Liam returned to me and trailed his fingers along my curves. “A bit too late, right?”

I grumbled an affirmative. Seconds later an awful burn bit into my right cheek and then stung my left. My feet drummed up and down, but I stayed in place. I curled my hands into the comforter and braced for the implement. Two more hard swats burned across my ass. Willing myself not to cry, I breathed out short bursts. Another set of two lit up my nerves, and I yelled, unable to stay quiet. Liam kneaded each side of my bottom with his hand then slapped his palm against my bottom hard and fast. I lost count around twenty or so as he delivered swift justice to my heated cheeks. His target changed to my upper thighs, though he increased the time between each stroke. The area was more sensitive there, and the intensity was too much. “Please!” I threw my hands over my butt. “I’ll go to work. I promise.”

“Drop your hands.”

Whimpering, I did what he said, but buried my head into the blanket. Four quick slaps bounced off the fullest part of my cheeks. Hard. Fast. Unyielding. Two more rounds landed against my sit spots. I worked a bit of the blanket into my mouth and gave myself a slight distraction from the pain. Liam adjusted his target to my full cheeks again, but he dialed back the intensity.

“You’ve changed your mind about work then, love?”

“Yes,” I agreed, my voice muffled by the blanket. “I’ll go in.”

“Right. Now, where’s your special box?”

Liam meant my gorgeous sequined teal box that held all my secret treasures. It held nipple clamps, Ben-Wa balls, vibrators, fuzzy handcuffs, at least two butt plugs, and lots of lube. There were special toys he’d purchased for me, and some other things I hadn’t used. However, I couldn’t let his questions go unanswered without being a little bit of a smartass. Releasing my hold, I raised my head and spread my legs a bit wider. I slid one of my fingers across my slit. “Right here.”

“You naughty little minx.”

“You asked where my box was,” I gasped when his hand pushed my own finger inside. He made me finger-fuck myself. My finger moved in and out, faster and faster under his control. I was soaked and hornier than ever. “Oh!”

“You know what I’m asking for. Where is it then?” He captured my wrist and gently, but firmly returned my hand to where it was.

“Sir,” I groaned in utter frustration. “Under the bed, near my side.” I heard him rummaging around for it, and then he returned.

“I figured some items didn’t make it in here, so I’m politely surprised. This will serve as a reminder of the type of behavior I expect from you.”

While trying to figure out what he was referring to, my thoughts raced. Could it be a plug or a vibe? A cool gel dripped onto my back hole followed by his finger. He’d bought me several butt plugs but I’d never tried them out. I clenched, and it earned me two solid smacks across my entire behind. Something hard pressed against my most intimate place, and he slowly inserted it. It advanced a little at a time until the edge rested flat against my tight rosebud. I groaned, but the fullness turned me on.

“You’re going to keep this in until I remove it but you may take it out to go to the bathroom as long as you put it back in. Get me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Overcome with a sudden bizarre mixture of arousal and guilt, I sobbed.

“Shh, love.” Liam pulled me into his lap. “No more nonsense, right?”

I linked my arms around his neck. He kissed my head and then rubbed my back. It wasn’t the pain from the spanking. Liam liked the idea of intense pain that resulted in immense pleasure, but not in a disciplinary way. We had connected on a deeper level. “No more nonsense,” I agreed. “I let my emotions get all crazy instead of working through them. I’ll listen. I promise.”

“What happens if you don’t listen, love?”

“I get punished.” The tears slowed then stopped. I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “I would rather have fun times.”

“Yeah? I’ve got plenty of ideas for fun times, but I will punish you if you act up.” Liam helped me off his lap. “Get dressed. I want you in a skirt today without drawers.”

Heat flamed my face, so both sets of cheeks were equally pink. “I can’t—” I threw a hand over my mouth and stepped out of his reach. I didn’t want to get him started again. He raised his eyebrows but gave me time to redo my line. I dropped my hand. “Yes, Sir.”

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