The second swat fell lower, catching the sensitive spot where bottom met thigh. Lilli jerked forward involuntarily, a small cry escaping her lips.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she managed, her voice catching as the heat continued to spread across her skin.
The third and fourth smacks came in rapid succession, one to each side, building a steady warmth that was becoming progressively difficult to bear. Lilli bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes beginning to water despite her determination to remain stoic.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she repeated after each one, the words becoming slightly easier to say even as the discomfort grew.
By the sixth landing of his hand, tears were flowing unchecked down her cheeks. It was not just the sting, though that was considerable, but the position, the vulnerability, the strange mix of emotions swirling within her. Oliver’s hand on her back remained steady, grounding her even as his other hand delivered its stern lesson.
“More than halfway done, little one,” he murmured, his voice a rumble she could feel through his thighs beneath her. She feared the wetness she felt between her legs would show itself on his pantaloons. Her shame grew.
The seventh strike made her gasp, the sting now a burning heat spreading across her entire bottom. Lilli couldn’t help squirming in her attempts to evade the iron hand of her Daddy, but Oliver’s firm grip kept her in place.
“Be still, little one,” he instructed, his voice low but clear. “Accept what Daddy gives you.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered through her tears, surprised to find she meant it despite the pain.
There was something oddly comforting about his steady hand, about knowing exactly what to expect. Trusting him to do as he promised. Isn’t that what he said? If he did not follow through, she wouldn’t believe his word? She did not understand it then, but she did now.
The eighth and ninth strikes came in quick succession, one to each cheek, harder than the previous ones but in some ways, now easier to accept. Lilli cried out, her body tensing across his lap.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she managed between small sobs, her fingers gripping the edge of the settee until her knuckles whitened.
Oliver paused before the final swat. “The last one will be the hardest, little one. This is so you remember what happens when you defy me.” His voice was firm but not unkind.
Lilli tensed, bracing herself. When the tenth spank landed, it was indeed harder than the others, the sharp crack echoing in the room. She yelped, tears freely flowing now.
“Th-thank you, Daddy,” she sobbed, her bottom burning fiercely.
For a moment, they remained still, Lilli draped across his lap, trembling, Oliver’s hand resting gently on her heated skin. Then, with surprising tenderness, he helped her to stand, keeping her in place while she steadied herself.
Her chemise fell back in place. Lilli’s hands moved to soothe her stinging flesh.
“That is not allowed, sweetheart. You must endure the sting from a spanking until it subsides. I do have something that will help you forget about the strength of your sting.”
Oliver swooped Lilli up in his arms and gently kissed her salty lips. He laid her on the bed and slipped his hand under her chemise all the while gazing into her eyes brightened with her tears.
“You are so beautiful, my darling. Let Daddy make this all better. From now on, you will call me Oliver in front of our close friends and family. The Duke is for formal and acquaintances, and Daddy is for all of our private times. Do you understand?”
Lilli nodded, but she wasn’t entirely sure she did understand. She would wait and watch to see what the difference was. His hand moved to the top of her muff while his other hand touched her breasts. She wasn’t sure how proper this all was but her belly and below did not protest. And it didn’t seem as though her breasts were protesting either.
Her body felt as though fireworks were alight inside her and her intimate areas were growing wetter. She had had this happen before but only with Oliver near and in her dream. The man must be a wizard. His hand shifted to the very center of her special place and the heat from his palm both calmed andexcited her. His finger moved and his other hand squeezed her breast. Oh, the sensations were scandalous. These feelings could not be allowed, surely.
“Oliver.”
He patted her very center drawing a swift intake of breath. “Naughty girl. Who am I?”
“Daddy?”
“Yes. This is your Daddy helping you feel better.”
His hands moved with a gentle confidence that made Lilli’s breath catch. The sensation of his touch against her most intimate place sent tingles racing up her spine. It was different from the sting that still radiated across her bottom. More pleasant. More insistent. More... everything.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice deeper than before. “Let Daddy make you feel like my good girl.”
Lilli’s eyes fluttered closed as his fingers traced delicate circles. Heat pooled low in her belly, spreading outward in waves that made her toes curl against the bedsheets. She had never imagined such sensations were possible, had never known her body could respond this way to another’s touch. Except in her dream.
“I... oh!” The words died on her lips as his thumb pressed more firmly, finding a spot that made her hips buck involuntarily.
