“Taking care of my babygirl.”
My heart stutters in my chest as we reach his bedroom door. “You promise?”
Holding up his fist, he crooks his little finger. “Pinkie-swear. And you pinkie-swear that you’ll come to Daddy when you need a day just for the two of us. Deal?”
I hook my finger with his. “Deal.”
“Now that we’ve settled that, I believe a certain impatient Little girl has been waiting all day for something…”
It’s true that I’ve been waiting all day, but now that it’s here, I suddenly find myself wishing we could wait just a little while longer. Or that we could just skip this part altogether.
“What’s the rush?” I ask as Daddy carries me into his room and sets me on my feet at the end of the bed. “We’ve got all night.”
“Oh, trust me, little one. I don’t plan to rush a single second of this. Arms up.”
At his command, I raise my arms in the air and his shirt disappears, leaving me bare but for my diaper in front of him.
“My pretty Little girl,” he murmurs, cupping my breast in his hand and rolling my nipple to a stiff peak between his fingers. “I love you, Melanie Thorne.”
“I love you, too.” It’s the first time we’ve said those words out loud, though I’ve felt them for a while now. Maybe since the first time I saw him, even if my brain didn’t want to admit what my heart already knew at the time.
“Good. I want you to hold onto that, onto how much I love you, because this isn’t going to be an easy punishment. You put yourself in grave danger, little girl, and that is not something I take lightly.”
Releasing his hold on my nipple, he reaches for my diaper, whisking it off and baring me completely to his hungry gaze. But as much as I might wish for him to change his mind and fuck me therightway tonight, I know, deep in my bones, I won’t feel right until I’ve been properly punished.
So I don’t even bother to protest as he stacks our pillows in front of me and positions me so I’m bent over them, my toes not even touching the floor. It’s disconcerting, being suspended this way, and I’m already fisting the comforter in my hands so I don’t fall.
Behind me comes the familiar sound of Daddy’s buckle being undone and a shiver that’s both need and fear races up my spine.
“Like I said the first time we had to have this conversation, there’s no count this time. I won’t be stopping until I’m sure this lesson will stick. And I suggest you keep your hands and feet out of the way, because if I have to stop to put you back in position, It’s an extra two on your thighs. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“All right. Brace yourself, babygirl.”
It’s all the warning I have before the thick leather connects with my ass, leaving behind a burning line of fire that rips a howl from my throat. “Ow, Daddy I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
The only answer I receive is two more strokes of hellfire along the sensitive curve of my bottom where I know my diaper will rub the most later. Already I’m dreading the feel of the cotton digging into my welts and he’s barely gotten started.
He whips me three more times for an even six before the lecture begins. “When Daddy puts you somewhere and tells you to wait, I expect you to do as you’re told.”
Two more strokes and I’m kicking my legs helplessly, desperate for an end to this agonizing punishment.
“When Daddy says something is too dangerous for you, I expect you tolisten.”
The last word is punctuated by an exceptionally hard lick of his belt, drawing another howl of pain from my lips as my bottom throbs in agony.
“You are the most important thing in my life, Melanie Brynne. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means spanking your ass red every night for the rest of our lives. Do you understand me, little girl?”
“Y-yes, Daddy!” I manage to choke out before the sobs come, shaking my whole body as he whips the leather across my bottom again.
“No more touching the vehicles without permission.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s holding back his own tears. “No more leaving the fuckinghousewithout permission. I won’t lose you, Melanie. I won’t.”
And then his hands are on me, and I’m vaguely aware of a tugging sensation I belatedly recognize as him pulling the plug free. Gripping my hip with one hand, he guides the blunt tip of his cock to my bottom hole and I let out a low moan of distress.
“Daddy,please. I’m s-sorry.”
“I believe you, babygirl,” he says softly, though he doesn’t pause the forward motion of his cock, stretching me beyond even the thick plug he’s kept me stuffed with all day. “But youneed to know you belong to me, Melanie. Every fucking inch of you, inside and out.”
