"Oh yes, it is." I gently pushed her shoulders to get her to step back. "He didn't care about you. He couldn't. Milton had no feelings."
"Stop talking like he's dead! You're just jealous because no one could ever like you as much as they liked him. You're an ass, and you'll never be my Daddy!" The level of shrillness in hervoice was going to make my ears bleed. How could she love a monster like Milton? I couldn't take it anymore.
I snatched her up and took her to her bed. She kicked and screamed but I kept my hold on her tight as I tossed her over my lap like she was a rag doll.
"You know what?" I lifted her dress, revealing her pink, lacy panties. "The warden warned me you'd be a little brat and told me to treat you exactly as I would if we'd been assigned to each other earlier. I don't think time-outs are going to work with you, Eleanor."
"What are you doing?" She tried to reach back but I swatted her away. I raised my arm, and then brought it down, spanking her.
She screamed.
"Stop! Callahan!"
"That's not my name," he growled.
"I'm not saying it.”
"Fine." I spanked her again. She stopped crying and screaming. I almost laughed. I knew her games. She was going to try to get me to break, but I wasn't giving up that easily. I wasn't stopping until she understood that I wasn't the monster.
Milton was.
I spanked her again, and when she didn't react, my anger grew. Fine. She wanted to play games? I hooked the sides of her panties and dragged them down her bottom, leaving them at her knees.
"No!" She squirmed.
"You want to act like a brat, you'll be treated like one. What's my name?"
"Callahan."
Smack!
The collision of skin on skin hurt ten times more than without the thin layer of cotton to shield her behind. She sobbed.
I asked again.
She answered, "Callahan."
Over and over, I asked her the same question and spanked her when she answered wrong.
"Your skin is turning purple," I warned.
I ran my hand over the bruises, starting at the dip in her back, and traveling down. My cock began to harden, thinking about just how dangerous this was... my fingers paused right at the place that would take this punishment to something else, something... bad. I pulled back, realizing what was happening.
What was going on? How did I let my anger get this far? When had her panties been pushed down? Why was I close to…
"What is my name?" I asked one last time. The words coming out of my mouth weren’t mine. They were some other beasts entirely.
She lifted her head, preparing for another spanking. I raised my hand and her head fell in defeat.
"Daddy."
Chapter 16- Callahan
Take care of your Final Ghoul.
What had I done?
I stared at my hands as I paced my private quarters. Eleanor was currently in her room, whimpering from the pain. I'd been so angry, so fucking angry, that I'd blacked out. I'd bent her over my knee and spanked her. But that wasn't what had me so concerned. What worried me the most was that I had no memory of pulling down her underwear and I couldn’t get rid of this hard-on.
