“Try it,” he encourages again.
Reluctantly, I part my lips and let him pop it into my mouth. The flavor surprises me. It’s sweet as I suspected. It melts in my mouth. Delicious. I want another.
“Yeah?”
I lick my lips as if I could get more of it by doing so. “It’s yummy, Daddy.” I eye the bag on his thigh.
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Heel.” He points to the floor.
I shudder as I obey him. As soon as I’m in position, he holds his palm out in front of my mouth with another tasty morsel on it. “Mouth only, Little pet. Pick it up with your tongue.”
I bend my head to take the treat out of his palm with my tongue and purr as I’m reminded how tasty it is.
“Good girl. See? You learn fast. Now, sit.”
I lift onto my knees and rest back on my heels, remembering almost too late to pull my shoulders back and rest my palms on my thighs.
“Good girl.” Another treat rests in his palm.
This time, I eagerly lap it up with my tongue.
Daddy strokes my cheek. “You’ve mastered sit and heel. Do you think you can learn another one?”
The glare I shoot at him could melt glass. He’s testing me, and I’m done with this madness.
Without a word, Daddy lifts me, lowers me over his lap, removes my diaper, holds me down with a hand at the small of my back, and spanks my bottom. He doesn’t warm up. He spanks me hard and fast until I’m crying and pleading with him to stop.
By the time he’s done, I’m exhausted and unable to lift my head from where it hangs over the side of his thigh. My braid is grazing the floor. My nose is running. Tears are streaming down my cheeks, and my Daddy has his hand between my legs.
I moan when he touches my pussy. Why must he mix his painful punishments with pleasure? It’s confusing me. My mindis forced to shift from focusing on my anger and the pain to homing in on my now tingling, swollen folds. Was I wet before he stopped spanking me? Maybe. I’m not sure.
He strokes through my folds and taps my clit before pulling his hand away and standing me on my wobbly legs. I don’t think I can hold my body upright, but I don’t need to. He has a hold of me, his tight hands steady around my hips. He meets my gaze. “No more sassy glares, naughty girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My lips tremble. I don’t like his stern tone. I prefer it when he’s sweet and gentle. I’m the one causing him to show me his firm side. It’s my fault. If I could just be good, he wouldn’t have to spank and reprimand me.
It’s so hard to be good, though. His demands are outrageous, and he knows it.
“You’ll learn simple commands because that’s what’s expected of you, Little pet,” he tells me, his voice calmer now. Somewhere in between stern and soft.
“I’m a smart man, Little pet. I’m well aware you have a brain that’s far more advanced than anyone expected. That doesn’t change the fact that you will earn your privileges. If you want me to treat you in a way that approximates the life you knew, you will accept my training and start from the basics. I will not have you running around the house like a wild animal. You will learn to be respectful at all times. You will obey my commands. The sooner you start trying and stop scowling, the sooner you will earn more freedom. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Now, are you ready to learn another command?”
SEVEN
I’m still trembling. My tears have stopped, but there are dried tracks on my cheeks. I need to be more cooperative. Julan has done nothing to indicate I’m not safe with him. He has spanked me hard twice, but he hasn’t injured me. I assume he paid a lot of money for me. I’m an unusual…pet. He’s not going to risk anything happening to me.
When I behave, he’s so very kind and gentle. I’m the one causing him to discipline me. I can do better. I will earn more freedom. He can’t keep me on my hands and knees like a dog forever. Can he?
“Good. The next command isdown. Let’s go through them from the beginning. Heel.”
I drop onto my hands and knees and lift my chin, wincing as I realize I’m already conditioned to accept my treat.
He smiles at me and pats my head before holding the morsel in front of me.
It’s gone too fast. I want more. I almost sit prematurely.
