“That’s a shame, babygirl, because I never stopped loving you.”
His words knock the wind right out of me and for a moment I go limp over his knee, my entire body shaking as I drag in deep, ragged breaths. My whole ass is on fire from the scorching punishment he just delivered, but I barely notice as I try to come to grips with what he’s just said. “You don’t mean that,” I whisper hoarsely.
“I do.” Another half-dozen swats land across the very bottom curve of my ass where I know I’ll feel them the most when I have to sit down later. “You were always my endgame, bug, and I’m sorry I had to leave you behind. But you’remineand this time you’re going to stay that way.”
My mind is still reeling with disbelief when the spanking pauses. “Ah, thank you, Auntie Gray,” Bram says, his voice warm with affection and, if I’m not mistaken, a hint of amusement.
Asshole.
“You’re welcome,” his sister answers, sounding distinctly less amused. “I’m going to take Lanie and get everything else you’ll need for the… ceremony.”
Ceremony? What ceremony?
Before I can ask, the hard, cool wood of the requested hairbrush taps against my aching ass and I forget all about whatever ceremony they might be planning. I have much more immediate concerns to worry myself with.
Like escaping the dreaded hairbrush.
And since fighting him didn’t work, that really leaves me with only one other option. “Benny, please. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”
“It’s Bram now, baby. But that’s okay because you won’t be calling me by either name.”
“I won’t?” Great. Just what I need. A secret third name to trip me up.
“No, bug. From this point forward, you will be calling me by one name and one name only.”
“Yeah, what’s that? Assface?”
The brush taps again, a warning this time. “No, and I suggest if you ever want to sit comfortably again that you drop this habit of calling people nasty names, little girl.”
“Fine. Then what namedoyou want me to call you?”
“You already know what name I want to hear from you, Josephine Elise.”
I do. But even now, my brain skirts around the edges of it, refusing to actually latch onto something so ridiculous. “I’m not calling you that.”
“You will unless you want your mouth washed out every single day.”
“I can take it.”
His entire body heaves with his sigh. “Have it your way, bug.”
And with that, the heavy wooden brush cracks against my bare bottom. The sting is a million times worse than I remember, though I’m still not sure if it’s because I’m just not remembering correctly or because he spanks so much harder now.
Probably both.
All Idoknow is complete and utter agony as the brush falls again and again, pain exploding across my skin with every swat.
“As soon as you’re ready to apologize and be Daddy’s good girl, this spanking can be over, Josephine Elise.”
“F-fuck you,” I manage to choke out past the tears clogging my throat. Tears I’m determined not to shed no matter how hard or how long he spanks me.
Unfortunately for me, I’m fast losing that battle. Every inch of my assaches, so badly I can hardly think through the burning pain. And with each swat, my determination is chipped away.
Until it shatters altogether and I collapse over his lap, choking around giant, body-shuddering sobs. “P-please.”
Instead of another swat, all I feel next is his hand, rough and callused, cupping my poor abused ass. “Are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl now, Josie?”
I’m not. Not in the least. But I’m also not in any condition to take more punishment so I force my head up and down in agreement. “Y-yes.”
