Evander
Eyes wide, Natalie jerks her head up, her mouth falling open in a perfect O. With a shocked squeak, she leaps to her feet, once again surprising me with how athletic she is.
I let her run, following behind at a steady pace, fast enough to keep track of her crashing footsteps as she races through the forest, but not so fast as to run out of energy myself. She’ll tire far sooner than I do, and when she does, I will be there, ready and waiting to claim her.
How much does she know about the island? That is one question I haven’t been able to answer no matter how close an eye I’ve kept on her. Does she know exactly what we do with the women we bring here? Or does she just have some vague idea thatsomethingis happening?
I hope it’s the latter. There is nothing sweeter than that moment of realization on a woman’s face when she first understands what it really means to be Daddy’s Little girl. I would be very sad indeed if my little kitten’s research robbed me of that moment.
Silence once more settles in the forest, telling me she’s stopped again, likely to catch her breath. Pausing in the shadows cast by the tall, thick trees, I close my eyes.
And listen.
The silence is nearly perfect, as if all the animals within hearing distance have recognized me as the predator I am and are desperately trying to keep their locations a secret from me. Of course, I mean them no harm, but they don’t know that.
A sound to my left grabs my attention and I tilt my head, every instinct I have working to pinpoint the source. And then it comes again, a hitch of breath, as though my little kitten is trying to breathe deeply but quietly.
She almost succeeded.
Carefully, I step toward the sound, my footsteps silent on the forest floor. A man in my position doesn’t live very long without learning how to move silently through any terrain.
After a few steps, I pause again, patiently waiting, listening.
There. Directly in front of me. Another hitching breath, a flash of blue as she shifts, momentarily revealing her hiding place behind yet another oversized tree.
I take a few more steps, until I’m right behind the tree, before I speak again. “Found you, little kitten.”
If I’d been anyone else, I might have been too slow to catch the large branch that comes swinging my way a second later. But a lifetime of well-honed instincts serve me well and I manage to wrap my hand around the thick wood, stopping the downward motion seconds before it crashes into my skull.
Pain stings my palm, but it’s nothing compared to what my little kitten is going to feel across her bottom in just a moment. Locking my eyes with her wide-eyed, terrified stare, I yank the branch from her hand and toss it to the side.
“That was very, very naughty, little one.”
She turns to run, but my patience with our game has officially run out and I leap forward, wrapping my arm around her waist and hoisting her up, her feet kicking out as she screams into the forest.
“Help! Someone help me! Please!”
“You can scream all you want, little one. Even if anyone could hear you, they would never interfere with a Daddy’s discipline.”
One small foot connects with my shin and I just manage not to react as pain shoots up my leg.
Enough playing. It’s time my Little girl learns her first lesson about life with her new Daddy.
Reaching up, I snap a thin branch free from a tree, holding it between my teeth so I can have both hands free to deal with my naughty little reporter. She fights me with everything she has, arms and legs swinging as I unfasten the straps of her overalls and wrestle them down to her knees.
“Let go of me, you bastard!”
The moment we get home, I am going to wash that filthy mouth of hers out with soap. But that will have to wait until I’ve gotten her a bit more under control.
Gripping both her wrists in one hand, I pin her to a tree with my body, holding her in place as I retrieve the thin branch still clamped between my teeth. When I'm certain I have a good hold on her, I shift to the side, giving myself a moment to admire the picture she makes in nothing but a t-shirt and panties with her overalls bunched around her knees. A naughty Little girl, waiting for her Daddy’s discipline.
I whip the branch through the air, testing it, and I smile to myself at the sound it makes. No doubt this is going to be a painful lesson for my little kitten.
When I bring the branch down again, it slices across her round bottom, and she goes still for a moment before her pained scream echoes through the forest.
“What the fuck was that?” She tries to twist her head around, to see what’s happening, but with how she’s pinned against the tree she can’t move her neck very fair either direction.
“Your punishment for running,” I explain calmly as I whip the thin wood across her bottom again. On either side of her white panties, thin red lines are now visible, and the only regret I have is that I didn’t bare her completely so I could watch the welts raise across her bottom.
