Page 14 of Daddy's Justice

Chapter Four

Forseti

My hand paused midair. What did she just say? My heart lurched, a feeling like I hadn’t felt before. She had called me Daddy. Everything changed the moment I had accepted this assignment and seen her face. It was as if I had been handed her by Frigg, my grandmother, the Goddess of Marriage herself and told she was my wife. I had never felt this level of arousal for anyone else before nor this sense of protectiveness. I had found my mate; of this I was sure.

And if my mate needed a Daddy, I would be one.

“No, baby girl, Daddy isn’t going to stop, not until you have learned your lesson.” Daddy. Oh yes, I could be her Daddy. I could take care of her.

“I have! I have, Daddy! Please!”

I lifted my hand off the small of her back and put it between her shoulder blades, listening. As the God of Justice, I had the power to discern feelings. She was in pain, but not severe pain, in fact, she was far from being near her limit. I had just scratched the surface. I felt the confusion radiating through her.

“Morrigan, what are you confused about?”

“I…” She took a deep breath and I felt the conflict ramp up inside of her.

“I’m sure you have a lot of conflicted emotions right now,” I nudged. “I can tell the pain of the spanking is confusing you, much more than any other I have ever spanked.” I sent a wave of calmness through her. Her heartbeat slowed to a more manageable level.

“I’ve never felt pain before.”

Ah. That would explain it. Of course, she hadn’t. A god doesn’t feel pain from the hands of a mortal.

“A human wouldn’t be strong enough to cause you pain,” I informed her as gently as I could. “You are a demigod, Morrigan. You are stronger than any human could be. Contact from a human would feel like a sweet caress to you. I am a god, sweetheart. My strength is significant enough to cause you pain. This is why it is so important for you to recognize who you really are. When you are fighting against the dark forces of our world, their strength will far surpass anything a human could throw at you. Although you couldn’t feel pain from humans, I am glad to know my correction has an effect on you, but we are not done yet.”

I shifted her on my lap and started the spanking again. I marveled at the shade of red her behind was quickly turning. My handprint would rise with each swat before the color would radiate out from it. Her feet started pounding the ground, sending her panties flying and I tightened my leg over hers. She was unaware of the strength she possessed. I could feel it bubbling under the surface. I increased the strength behind my swats, bringing my arm higher in the air before meeting flesh on flesh.

Her butt was now completely swollen and red, but I wasn’t quite finished. I reacquainted my hand with her sit spot and upper thighs. One thing I knew, from meting out this kind of justice, was that to stop before they had received a thorough chastisement would be about as beneficial as having not spanked at all. I kept reading her, making sure I wasn’t taking her too far but also, not being too lenient. It was an important balance. This, her first spanking, needed to leave a lasting impression. She needed to know I was in charge and that I would always deliver on my promises. I slowed my tempo down, being intentional with each swat, hitting the most sensitive places.

“Are you contrite now, little goddess? Are you going to listen and obey your Daddy?” I had no idea where these words were coming from. They felt right tumbling from my lips. I laid my palm on her back and felt into the depths of her soul. She was comforted by my words and aroused, very aroused. I felt my own erection standing at attention, poking into her soft stomach.

“Yes, Daddy! I will! Please stop spanking me!”

“Ten more on your sit spot, little goddess. Brace yourself, these are going to hurt.” The pain from swats I had given her on her butt would soon dissipate, the ones I would apply to her sit spot would leave a longer impression. Putting more strength behind these swats, I quickly delivered the remainder of her punishment on her now swollen sit spot. I rubbed her back when I was done, shooting a couple more calming rays into her, surprised that she fought them. She wasn’t ready to be comforted and that was okay. Perhaps, it would be better for her to calm down on her own, than from my powers. I let her struggle internally for a few minutes, stroking her hair and her back. Then, I pulled her to sitting on my lap.

It was adorable how she tried to scoot back so her butt wasn’t in contact with my thighs. I would have none of that. She would feel every last bit of her punishment until it faded naturally. I lifted her in the air and brought her back into contact with my upper thighs, settling her where I wanted her.

“Why did you just get your bare butt spanked over my lap, little goddess?”

A blush crawled up Morrigan’s chest, to her neck and finally made itself comfortable across her cheeks. I waited. Finally, she turned to me with an incredulous look on her face. “Seriously?”

She seemed outraged at the question.

“Hmmm,” I scowled at her, making my disappointment in her reaction known. “Yes, seriously. Maybe justice wasn’t doled out enough?” I narrowed my gaze as I brought my hand to her face. I gently caressed her jaw bone with the back of my hand from ear to chin and back. “Don’t make me repeat the question.”

“I was spanked for not listening to you!”

Her pout was adorable.

“I liked you calling me Daddy. How did it feel to you?”

“Horrible!” she spat out.

I could tell she was lying.

“I guess we are going to have to get that bar of soap out of the bathroom after all.”

“For telling you the truth?” She couldn’t look me in the eye; she was lying and we both knew it.

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