Page 48 of The Naughty List

“We had, Daddy, I just…”

“Just what, Holly?”

“I just… couldn’t help myself.”

He puts his hands on his hips. “Have you been touching yourself again?”

My cheeks are genuinely burning up. I nod, but that’s not enough.

“Tell me, Holly,” he says. “Have you been touching yourself?”

I take a breath. “Yes, Daddy. I have.”

“And thinking about Scott while you’re doing it?”

I look at mydaddyand nod.

“Yes.”

That enflames him. He shakes his head in fiery disappointment.

“You know Scott is a delinquent. You know you shouldn’t be anywhere near him.” His stare is so brutal. “I thought you’d learnt your lesson. I was hoping for better than this. I was hoping,hoping,I’d got it wrong when I saw this piece of filth in your bedroom. But I haven’t, have I? You’re still being a bad girl.”

I feel his anger as though it’s real. I feel guilt inside as though it’s reality, and it makes it so easy… so easy to sink into the role.

“No, Daddy, you haven’t got it wrong. I’m sorry. I’ve been being bad for months again. And I wanted to tell you. I did.”

“But you DIDN’T. Why not? You know I’d havehelpedyou.”

My eyes flash up to his.Helped.I know what Daddy means. I get a flutter between my thighs and a twist of nerves in my stomach, but they aren’t such bad nerves anymore. They’re morphing into something else. Just a shiver…

“You know I’m scared when you help me,” I tell him, my voice shaky, “It hurts so bad.”

“Punishment always does, Holly, but it’s needed. We always need to accept the consequences of our choices. You know this.”

Time for a taste of theimpudencehe wanted. I summon it from the depths.

“Look. I won’t do it again, ok? I know it’s bad, but I’ll stop it, alright?”

He sighs a heartfelt sigh. “You said that last time.”

“Yeah, and Imeanit this time.”

His expression darkens. “So you were lying last time, is that what you’re saying?”

“NO! I’m not saying that.”

“You’re contradicting yourself, you dirty girl, and you know what? That’s only going to make your punishment more extreme.”

“DADDY!”

He points a finger at me. “Stop it with the attitude, right fucking now.”

I look at him as though it’s a stand-off, but we both know who’s going to win here, real or not. This space, this fantasy, thisgame– everything is growing blurry, and reality is coming to mean nothing. I’m becoming Holly the schoolgirl. I feel her guilt, and fear, and the want under the surface… and it’s weird as fuck, but so good.

In fact, it’s a filthy relief.

I relax. I breathe. I let my inner sensations guide me.

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