Page 12 of Daddy's Justice

“A safe word?” he questioned, with a shake of his head, seeming flustered. “If you don’t stop this right now, you are going to end up over my lap until you can listen.”

I wondered if he had studied up on this to get that dominance down so well, or if it came to him naturally. Either way, I was impressed. I would have to get his card after all of this was over and leave him a good review online.

“Yes, you know, a word I use when I want everything to stop. In case you spank too hard or something. I mean, you are quite large, and I am sure you are very strong.”

“Morrigan, I know what a safe word is and—”

“Good!” I interrupted him as my excitement over the possibilities started to build. If I was going to do this, I needed to give it my all and truly enjoy it.

“We should pick something that is fun, none of that boring red nonsense. I think it should be creative, like Heffalump. I love that word. It is just so fun to say, don’t you think? Heffalump.”

“Morrigan.” He said my name in warning.

Were we supposed to get into character already? That didn’t seem fair. I wasn’t ready. He had god only knew how long to plan for his role. I needed a second to get into mine. What would my role be? Naughty little girl? Demigod turned evil? Damsel in distress needing rescue by a superhero? I had so many questions still. How long would I be here? Did Monica pack for me? Were my meals provided? Did I need to tip them when it was over?

“I know, you are probably paid by the hour and want to get on with it already, but I have so many questions! Like, what is the name of the company you work for? How did you find an actual mind reader? How long did you have to study to get this role and act just right? Because, I have to tell you, you knocked it out of the park. How expensive are you? Did you choose a lesser god so you would have more creative license?” I paused to take a breath, and he interrupted me before I could start my second round of questions.

“Morrigan!” His face was scrunched up with a look of exasperation, and his hands were clutching his head, as if he were in pain.

“What?”

“First of all, little goddess, when I spank you, you don’t get a safe word.” He leaned into me, emphasizing the last two words.

“Little goddess?” I questioned, licking my lips.

“Yes. I interchange valkyrie and goddess. I’m not going to call you little girl, because you aren’t a girl. You are a goddess. You are also a valkyrie and need to start thinking of yourself as such. Now, I have had enough of this nonsense. It is time for you to sit there, be quiet and listen to me.”

“Man, you are good at this. You have really gotten into your character. I guess, since I am going to play along, I should get into mine too. Okay, I’m a valkyrie demigod. Oh! One more question!”

“Odin, she is trying my patience.” Forseti looked upward toward the ceiling. “Morrigan, just be quiet and listen. I won’t tell you again. Let me explain.”

“I just need to know one more thing and then I will play along.” I felt my cheeks turn hot. This was an important question, but it was hard to ask. I mean, would it make him a prostitute? Spanking wasn’t sexual, but what if it turned into… there was no denying our chemistry... “Is sex included in your contract? I mean, I know they can’t pay you for sex because that would be illegal, but is there like a hard line, no sex with clients or you get fired rule, or is it on the table if both parties consent?”

“I’m going to spank the ever-loving life out of you,” he declared, shaking his head. Not even a second later, he scooted to the end of the chair, and I went from sitting on his lap to lying over it.

“Ummm, okay then. I guess we are going to start now.” I squirmed just a bit, trying to get comfortable. His hard thighs pressed into the underside of my belly. My hands hit the floor in front of me. One of his hands steadied me and rested on the small of my back.

“Morrigan, this is not an act and we are not hired actors. This is not a game.”

I was very aware of his other large hand resting on my now upturned butt.

“This is real and you know it. You are putting up these walls because you are too stubborn to really look deep and recognize that everything we’ve told you is the truth. I am going to keep you safe. That is my mission, and by Odin, I am going to complete it. But first, I am going to set some boundaries and establish our roles here.”

I never had a chance to respond. I was regretting wearing this damn dress again when he deftly lifted it over my back.

“I am going to show you exactly what kind of justice I impart on naughty little goddesses who refuse to listen.”

My heart started to race in anticipation of his spanking.

Here it was. I was about to get spanked for real, just like the heroines in all the stories I read. I braced myself for the pain. Then I remembered. I don’t feel pain. I’ve never felt pain. My parents had taken me to the doctor several times after I had been injured, concerned because I hadn’t felt the injuries.

His spanking wouldn’t hurt. I was slightly disappointed in the realization. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted the full fantasy experience.

Oh well, this was for the best. I probably should pretend it does though, to keep up appearances and all. Let him believe he has doled out that justice. I’ll just lie still and be submissive over his lap until he is done. Maybe even throw out a couple pleas and cries to make it really convincing.

My train of thought stalled when, without warning, the first swat landed on my panty clad behind.

Forseti brought his hand down sharply, several times in the same spot on the meatiest part of my butt cheek before moving to the other side and doing the same. His tempo was fast and furious. There wasn’t a warmup, like in my books. It wasn’t a slow build to a faster tempo. Also, the thin material of my panties wasn’t giving me a shred of protection.

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