Page 4 of Dirty Little Secrets
“I will!” She wails the words, her feet kicking out as she struggles to escape my punishing hand. “I won’t ever be naughty again, Daddy, I swear!”
I just barely manage to hold back a laugh. If I had a dime for every time I heard that impossible promise, I’d be an even richer man than I already am.
Once her bottom is a nice uniform pink, I pause the punishment, letting my hand rest on her heated skin. Junie goes limp over my lap, panting heavily between whimpers of pain. Sweet little sounds that have my cock turning rock hard beneath the weight of her.
But as much as I’d love to end her punishment there and let her ride us both to oblivion, it’s my job as her Daddy to ensure she gets what she needs. And what she needs right now is for me to follow through on the punishment I laid out.
“What are your rules when we’re at the club, Juniper?”
The brat has the nerve to groan at my question, a sure signal she isn’t feeling nearly as repentant as she would have me believe. “Do wehaveto do this?”
Cupping her ass, I squeeze hard, pulling a shocked yelp from my babygirl. “If you’d rather, you can sit on the naughty mat and write out your rules fifty times instead.”
“Daddy, no!”
As I expected. The naughty mat is one of those generic welcome mats used to wipe your feet clean before entering the house. Even without being spanked beforehand, it’s an unpleasant experience to sit your naked ass on the prickly surface. On a sore, welted ass, I’ve been assured it’s complete agony.
“Then I suggest you do as you’re told, young lady.”
Another groan, and she actually picks her foot up to slam her toes down against the wooden platform as she huffs out a breath. “Fine.”
“That’s another two with Daddy’s belt for stomping your foot. Keep it up and you won’t be sitting comfortably the rest of the week.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she mumbles, not sounding nearly as sorry as I’d like.
Ah, well. Nothing Daddy’s belt won’t be able to fix, I’m sure.
“Go on, little gremlin.” I let my voice take on a more encouraging tone, adding in the pet name I started calling her as a joke when we first began playing together. “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
That does the trick. She goes even more limp with a quiet sigh. “Always be respectful, unless someone is being mean or threatening me. No swearing. No lying. No doing anything dangerous. Follow all the club rules, even the ones I think are stupid. Be nice and share the toys in the Little room. No underwear because my body belongs to Daddy and all my holes are open for him whenever and however he wants to use them.”
“Good girl. And which rules did you break tonight?”
“Um. Be respectful, no swearing, and no underwear.” Her voice turns thick with tears, and I know she’s getting closer to where I want her to be. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
“I know you are, baby. But Daddy needs to make sure you remember this punishment for a very long time.”
Juniper
A whimper slips from my lips as Daddy shifts, his hand moving between our bodies to the metal buckle of his belt. With a flick of his wrist, he flips open the buckle and pulls the thick leather from around his waist.
He taps the folded leather against my sore bottom and I instinctively freeze as if he’s a t-rex and won’t be able to see me if I just stay still enough.
Unfortunately for me, that’s never actually worked.
“Ten for being rude and swearing at Penny, and two for stomping your foot. How many is that, little gremlin?”
“Um. Twelve, Daddy.” A full dozen. Great. Guess I can kiss sitting comfortably goodbye for the rest of the night.
“Such a smart little baby you are,” he croons, and humiliation threatens to burn me alive.
“I’m not a baby!” HeknowsI hate being called a baby. Which is, of course, why he does it.
My Daddy is a fucking brat.
“Of course you are. You’remybaby. Andmybaby knows better than to be rude to her friends for no reason.”
Before I can object and assure him that I had a very good reason for telling Pen to fuck off, he snaps the thick leather across my ass. Pain radiates in a line across both cheeks and I suck in a deep breath instead.
