Page 44 of Daddy's Oath
“There are several reasons, actually. One, I don’t want you to worry. That’s my job. I’m going to protect you at all costs. Your job, little missy, is to trust me. And have fun. I know that last part might be difficult with everything going on, but try to think of this as a vacation. You’re off work for a while. You are staying in a big, old mansion with another Little. Athena has lots of fun activities planned for you each day. Just enjoy it. That’s an order directly from Daddy, little girl. Do you understand me?”
Lana tried to speak again but found the need to clear her throat once more. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to croak out again.
“Now, the other reason I didn’t want you to overhear is because I don’t want you to get some silly notion of stepping in and trying to help. I’ll not have you in harm’s way.”
Indignant, Lana sat up straighter. Momentarily forgetting her remorse, she countered, “That’s why you won’t send me in as bait. But think about it! We could draw them out! It’s the perfect plan and?—”
Daddy held up his hand. “Enough, little girl. We’re not even discussing that because it’s not an option. Look at me, because I want to make sure this gets through.”
Lana gulped. Fighting the urge to lower her gaze back to the floor, she kept staring into his eyes.
“You’re only proving my point: you don’t need to listen in on our plans. It involves you, yes. Obviously. But your job is trust. And obey. Our job is to protect and get these people off your back once and for all. But we can only do that if you’re a good girl. I can’t be worried about you when I’m supposed to focus on the problem at hand. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded. A long, heavy moment passed before he added, “I’m going to give you some licks with my belt, honey. It’s for your own good.”
“What?” she cried.
Ace uncrossed his arms, cutting off the view Lana had of his bulging biceps. Not that now was really the time to be looking or anything…
She realized just how serious Daddy was when he began unfastening his belt. And if that didn’t get her full attention, the accompanying swoosh as he pulled it from the loops of his jeans certainly did!
“Is this your first spanking, honey?”
Lana was speechless as she stared, her mouth gaping, at the man before her holding the folded, doubled leather in his hands.
“I asked you a question, little girl. Is this your first spanking?”
After choking down the lump in her throat, she said, “Yes, Sir.”
“I know it’s scary. But you’ll get through this. Just ask Little Iris.” He chuckled. “When I first met her, she was timid and shy. Life had been hard for her. Now, though, well… she’s thriving. Eating more. Laughing more. Getting into all kinds of trouble. Which means she’s getting spankings, too.” He paused and offered a reflective smile. “But this isn’t about her. It’s your turn to learn the hard way. So come on. Dress goes up. Diaper goes down. Bottom in the air.”
Lana was on autopilot as she complied. None of this seemed real. Just days ago, she only dreamed of having a Daddy. But she was so shy and withdrawn that she figured it never would have happened.
Now, though, there she was, her dress hiked up, a thick diaper around her ankles, and her bare bottom up high as she bent over the be.
Holy cow!
Life sure could throw some major curveballs when you least expected it.
It wasn’t time to contemplate the strange nature of the universe, though. She had to brace for impact. Because Daddy’s belt was about to slap against her cheeks any second.
Could she take it?
She was about to find out, she figured.
“Since this is your first spanking and this is all new to you, I’m going to go easy. Only five swats. But next time, little girl, your punishment will be considerably worse. So, I suggest you follow the rules.”
The unforgiving leather smacked against her skin. As jarring as the sound was, the sting was far worse.
Lana yelped as the heat set in across her bum. She barely had time to accept the first lick before the second one landed.
Holy crap! If that was what he considered going easy on her, she’d hate to feel the sting of Daddy’s belt when he was really hell-bent on teaching her a lesson.
Her bottom lip began to quiver. She could feel her eyes growing damp.
The third swat brought even more searing pain. Now, the tears were falling. She was thankful five was all she was receiving.
