Page 32 of Daddy's Justice

“Not exactly.”

“Not exactly?” I heard the irritation in his tone. “This isn’t a game, Morrigan.”

“It isn’t a game to me, either.” It wasn’t, not at all. This was real, almost too real. It was everything I had ever wanted, and I longed for it to last, even if I knew it wouldn’t. But, there were some things that I had always been insecure and self-conscious over. I had never had anyone that close to my vagina, not with any part other than their penis. My heart was thumping in my stomach, and it felt like the butterflies residing there were the size of birds. Large birds of prey, pecking at a dead animal.

He watched my face, and I could tell he saw the battle raging inside of me. Reaching above me, he snatched the head of the shower nozzle off of its clip and sprayed the soap off my body. My heart was racing uncontrollably. The tick was back in his jaw, I knew I was in trouble.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Exactly right, little goddess.” He stepped out of the tub and snatched up a towel from the hook and wrapped it around my body. Turning me toward the doorway, he swatted my butt and gently shoved me out into the bedroom. “Bed, now.”

“But, I’m wet.” I knew the second the words were out of my mouth; I had made things worse. I felt the towel rip off my body.

“Aye, you are wet.” His growl hit my ears. “Do you know what hurts more than being spanked on a dry butt?” His hand went to the small of my back as he guided me to bend over the foot of the bed; the other came down hard on my bare, wet ass. “Being spanked on a wet one.”

“I’m sorry!” The heat his hand brought to my moist, cold, goosebump-covered behind was intense. He held me down with one hand in the small of my back while his other hand danced over my flesh.

“Not nearly as sorry as you are going to be,” he said, the line the same as I had read many times in my stories. Apparently, Daddy Doms really did all speak the same language, even those who happened to be gods. The thought had me stifling a giggle.

“Is this funny to you?” Too late. I realized he had heard it.

His punishing hand hit the tender skin below the curve of my butt with a hard swat. “I’m obviously not punishing you hard enough if you are laughing. Let me see if I can do better.” He punctuated each word with an even harder swat. I kicked my feet back and tried to squirm to the side, but he had a vise grip on me.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh! I just had a thought and it was kinda funny, but this isn’t! It isn’t, Daddy! It hurts!”

“If you had time to think funny thoughts while I am spanking you, I’m not doing it well enough. The only thing you should be thinking about is why your Daddy is disciplining you and how you are going to do better in the future.” He continued his tempo, fast and furious, lighting my behind up. I was no longer even slightly cold back there, and I was sure that I wasn’t wet either.

“Now, we are going to try this again.” He landed a volley of ferocious spanks onto my upper thighs. “I hope you listen better.”

At that point, I would do anything to end the spanking. My butt was hot, on fire even. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

“Stay there.”

I heard him rustling behind me, igniting my curiosity. I wanted to turn and see what he was doing, but I also didn’t want to give him any more reason to spank me.

“Good. Come here, Morrigan.” I turned to find him sitting in an armless chair in the center of the room. He had put on a pair of underwear, but nothing more. His muscles rippled as he sat. I approached, unable to meet his gaze. “Now, let’s talk about your punishment.”

“What?” My head snapped up to look at his face, to see if he was serious. I swallowed hard; he was. “But you just punished me. I thought we were done!”

He made a tsking noise with his tongue.

“No, little goddess,” he said. “That was just for your defiance in the bathroom.”

“But… but…” I stammered in protest. My butt was already hurting.

“Your behind hurts?”

I nodded.

“Good, then I got your attention, didn’t I? Maybe next time when I tell you to go into the bedroom, you will go into the bedroom. That is what this is all about, Morrigan, that is why you are being punished tonight. You have to learn to obey me. My orders are not willy-nilly. I don’t say things just for the heck of it. Every order I give has a reason, a purpose behind it. In the heat of battle, you need to listen and obey without hesitation. Hesitation or disobedience can cause people to be injured or worse, killed.”

“I’m not a soldier though. I don’t take orders.”

“You trained as a police officer, so I know you have some experience with it.” Forseti frowned at me. “You are a valkyrie, little goddess,” he reminded me for what seemed to be the millionth time. “Whether you like it or not, it is in your DNA, you were born to be a soldier for Odin.”

“Am I your soldier? Do you want me to salute you? Do you want me to snap to attention and march to your orders? Or do you want to be my Daddy? Because, they are two very different things.” I’m not sure where the anger was coming from, but dammit, I was angry. My hands balled in fists on my hips as I glared him down.

“Let me tell you who you are.” He guided me over his lap, none too gently. I fell forward, still naked as the day I was born, the hair on his upper thighs tickling my underbelly. His hand landed sharply in the middle of my already warmed butt.

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