Page 18 of Willa’s Weddings

“You’re not even a little bit sorry.” I ran my palm in slow, heavy circles over her lower back.

She shivered again, this time deeper and pouted. Her bottom was ready for me, perfectly round and not yet bearing a single mark.

“Should I?” Her face was pressed to the comforter and she looked at me. “Doesn’t seem like I had anything to worry about.”

Oh, sweet girl. Always poking Papa bear. “We’ll see about that.”

She tensed as if wanting to wriggle away, but she didn’t move. She let herself be pressed into the bed, her thighs opening a bit with the gentle pressure of my left hand. Her skin was warm as I drew a slow line from the small of her back down over the swell of her bottom and felt her muscles clench. Still, she didn’t resist.

I stroked her hair, brushing a stray curl out of her eyes. “Do you remember your safeword?”

She twisted her head to look up at me, her lashes already wet. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Let’s hear it.”

Her voice wobbled, but not from fear. “Red.”

“Perfect.” I pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then rested my hand on her bottom.

She tensed, her toes digging into the comforter as she waited.

I let the anticipation build, then brought my hand down in a gentle but purposeful swat.

The sound echoed as her body jolted. Willa gasped and then counted with me. “One.”

I did it again, a tiny bit harder. The second time made her jump, and she exhaled a trembling “Two.”

By the fourth hit, her eyes were glistening and I could see the tears dripping onto the comforter under her face. She wriggled her hips and flexed her thighs, but didn’t break position.

I paused, kneading her soft skin. “Color?”

She sniffled and turned her face just enough to meet my eyes. “Green,” she whispered.

Good girl.

I gave her four more slow and steady swats in a quick progression. After each one, she counted. She was sniffling openly now, but there was never any fear or pain in her voice. Only the raw honesty of surrendering control to me. To her Daddy. To the man who loved her.

I rubbed her back, cooing soft encouragement as she whimpered. Each time I paused, her breath steadied, and each time my hand left her skin, she sucked in air and braced for more.

By the time we got to twelve, she released a low, shivery moan that made her whole body wiggle.

“You’re a very good girl for Daddy, Willa Rose.”

She whimpered and her thighs squeezed together. “I might have another unauthorized orgasm if you keep saying things like that.”

“You’re officially authorized, baby girl.”

By twenty, she was begging for more and less and, well, mostly more. “Please, Daddy!” She hiccuped and wiggled her pink bottom. “I promise… I’ll be so good, just please⁠—”

“Color?” I asked again.

“Bright lime green!” She kicked the mattress to emphasize her point.

I gave her the last six in two sets of three, pausing between to wipe the tears off her cheek.

By the time we reached the end, she was shuddering in my lap and her skin glowed with warmth.

I scooped her into my arms and held her face to my bare chest.