None of that gives him the right tobeatme, however, so I don’t give up on my attempts to free myself, even as that first searing swat lands across my ass.
“Ow! Okay, okay, I get the point! No more running out into the snow.”
“Nice try, my naughty little runaway. This spanking will not end until I am completely convinced you will do exactly as you are told at all times, especially when you’re being given rules for your own safety.”
Another spank lands, and despite all the years I’ve spent bemoaning the size of my ass, his hand covers nearly every inch of it. Each swat builds on the pain of the last, the skin growing hotter and hotter beneath his palm as the spanking continues.
God ithurts, more than I ever imagined it could, and it doesn’t take long for my sense of self-preservation to shift from fighting my way free to convincing him I’ve learned my lesson.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“Glad to hear it, little one.”
But the spanking doesn’t stop, it doesn’t so much as pause to give me a second of relief. Instead, the swats shift lower, part ofhis huge hand catching the tops of my thighs and I let out a howl of pain at the fresh sting.
For what feels like forever, I alternate between fighting and begging, until all the energy seems to drain me at once and I collapse over his knee, tears streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto the smooth floor beneath me.
“Please,” I choke out, my chest shuddering with sobs. “I’m sorry. I’msorry.”
Whatever saint is assigned to look over reckless women who don’t look twice before they leap must be taking pity on me because the spanking ends there. Axel’s hard hand settles on my aching flesh, his touch surprisingly gentle as he rubs some of the sting from my skin.
“You’re ready to be Daddy’s good girl now? You’ll follow the rules and you won’t try to go running out into the woods without me?”
“Y-yes. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Oh, my precious little girl. You want to think twice before you promise a man like me anything. But I will make you a deal.”
“Wh-what kinda deal?”
The hand on my bottom pauses, gently cupping my cheeks. “Say ‘I’ll be a good girl, Daddy’ and we’ll end the punishment here.”
From somewhere deep inside me, rebellion wells. “I am not calling you that.”
“You will, or I will give you the punishment I originally had in mind which means bending you over the arm of the couch for a dozen strokes of Daddy’s belt.”
Oh, god. I forgot all about his belt. And I’m already in far too much agony to risk more punishment.
So despite everything inside me screaming to not give in, to not surrender, I find myself nodding. “Okay.”
Another gentle squeeze. “Say it, and then you can have plenty of snuggles and hot cocoa.”
Something about the offered treat taps into the Little girl still hidden deep inside me. “With mini marshmallows?”
“Of course. I’m not a monster.”
Yeah, it’s not like you go around beating women you barely know or anything.
Biting back the sarcastic retort, I call upon every bit of courage I have inside me and force the words out.
“I’ll… I’ll be a good girl, D… Daddy.”
Axel
I’ll be a good girl,Daddy.
Nothing in my rather colorful life up until this point could have prepared me for the sweet sound of those words from my Little girl’s lips. I’ve heard the girls on the island say them often enough, considering they can’t seem to go more than ten minutes withoutsomeoneneeding their bottom spanked.
But coming from my little runaway, her voice soft and sweet as she sniffles back tears… fuck me if it isn’t the best goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.
