“Right here, kitten.” He steps out of the bathroom, the sleeves of his thick wine-colored robe pushed up to his elbows. A smile spreads across his handsome, scarred face. “I was just about to come wake you. It’s almost noon.”
“Noon? I can’t believe you let me sleep so late!”
“You needed it.” Sitting on the bed beside me, he brushes the hair from my face, a move so tender and sweet it has a lump forming in my throat. “How are you feeling, little one?”
“My butt hurts.” The admission earns me a chuckle and a raised brow from him. “But okay, I guess. I’m glad everyone doesn’t hate me anymore.”
“Nobody ever hated you, little one. They were angry and disappointed, but that’s all behind us now.”
“I hope so.”
“You’ll see,” he says with a reassuring smile. “But first, you need a bath. Have you pottied yet?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Do you need Daddy to help you?”
It’s still too embarrassing to admit out loud, so I just nod, my cheeks heating with humiliation as he presses a hand to my bladder. Sooner than I’m used to, I wet my diaper, and Daddy picks me up to carry me over to the changing table.
When I’m all cleaned up, he takes me to the bathroom and, to my surprise, he strips down naked with me and holds me in his arms as he sinks down into the bright pink bubbles. A soft hiss escapes my lips when the steaming water hits my raw skin, and Daddy presses a kiss to my hair.
“Poor little kitten. I think Papa has some lotion we can put on your bottom to help with the soreness.”
Amusement bubbles in my chest and I twist around to grin up at him. “Are you going soft on me, Daddy?”
“Never.” Cupping my breasts in his hands, he gives each of the nipples a hard pinch, sending flashes of pain arcing through my body. “If it weremydiscipline you were still feeling this morning, you wouldn’t be allowed anything to ease the ache.”
But since it wasn’t just his, I guess I’m allowed some relief. That knowledge fills my heart with love for him, and the words tremble on my lips but I hold them back.
I know he cares for me, but does he love me? The way I love him?
The uncertainty has me swallowing the words, but they say actions speak louder anyway.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, kitten?”
“Last night, when you caught me in your office, you told me not to run from you. But I did.”
“Mmm.” Brushing my hair to the side, he presses a soft kiss to my neck. “Yes, you did. And you were spanked very soundly for it.”
“Yeah.” My heart lodges in my throat and I have to swallow a few times before I’m able to actually force the words I want to say past my lips. “But, um, you said before that you’d, um, punish meinsidemy bottom too whenever I run.”
He pauses his trek down my throat and lifts his head. “My naughty little kitten.” His voice is a silky-smooth purr that sends a shiver racing up my spine. “Do you need Daddy to fuck your tight little bottom hole so you can feel forgiven, baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Then you’re going to have to work for your punishment. Lift up, Natalie.”
Placing my hands on the edge of the oversized tub, I push up. Daddy grips my hips, pulling me backward so the tip of his thick cock is pressed against my bottom hole.
“Lower yourself down nice and slow, baby. It’s going to burn more than usual. But you’re going to take it, aren’t you, kitten? Because you were a very naughty Little girl.”
Those growled words send flashes of need racing through my veins as I slowly impale myself on his cock. “Yes, Daddy,” I manage to whimper as he stretches me open.
He’s right. It does burn more than usual, probably because the only lubricant we have are the bubbles that have mostly dissipated anyway.
But I want the pain. I crave the way he hurts me, almost as much as the pleasure he gives. Even more, I crave the way I know I’ll feel afterward, loved and cherished and forgiven. Maybe that does mean I’ve been brainwashed somehow, maybe it does mean there’s something really fucking broken inside me, but I don’t care.
