Page 191 of Daddy’s Fortitude

As she lay there with him rubbing her back, her bottom still sore and throbbing, she did realize that her chest felt a bit lighter. Had she been feeling guilty over her actions? She hadn’t thought so. She thought she’d done the right thing, but maybe there had been something there, something that had come loose with the punishment. He turned her so she sat on his lap, straddling his legs.

Aimee slumped into his chest, and he held her tight. He kissed the top of her head as he kept rubbing her back and rocking her slightly from side to side.

Eventually the tears dried up, and she just lay there feeling exhausted, but also happy. She felt at peace, which was the surprising part to her. Her bottom was still aching and probably would be for a while, but her head was quiet.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he leaned her back.

She stared up at him, and he reached over to grab some tissues, wiping her face and holding one up to her nose. She blew her nose, and he wiped it clean. She didn’t even care that he was wiping her nose for her. She was just so relaxed and tired, really tired.

“I feel tired, and kind of peaceful, like my mind is at rest. It’s a very strange feeling because my bottom is also hot and sore.”

“As it should be. You’re not mad at me?”

She frowned slightly. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“For causing your bottom to be hot and throbbing?”

She shrugged. “It’s not like you would have done it if I told you no, right?”

“Of course not. If it was something you truly couldn’t do, we’d work something else out.”

She eyed him. “Like orgasm denial?”

His lips turned up in a slight smile. “Yeah, like orgasm denial.”

“Screw that. I’m not ever experiencing that. Although speaking of orgasms . . .” Her voice trailed off as she gave him a hopeful look.

“No orgasms for you tonight, baby,” he replied, before gently kissing her. “No pleasure after a punishment.”

“Well, that just sucks,” she said. “That makes the punishment even worse.”

He drew her close again, his chest moving up and down as he let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“You really are a sadist, huh?”

52

Aimee glanced up at the knock on the door. She was lying on her side on the sofa reading her book. Ammo walked over and opened the door.

She couldn’t see the person on the other side of the door from this angle, but surely it could only be Webb.

When Ammo returned, he was holding several bags in his hands that he set down on the coffee table.

“What have you got there?” she asked.

“Just a few things to hopefully keep you entertained,” he told her. He drew out some food first, a loaf of bread, some bananas, all boring stuff. The next bag was the stuff that was exciting. It held a few packages which he quickly opened. She got off the couch and kneeled next to the coffee table as she took everything in.

There was a set of coloring pens and a couple of books with pictures. One of them was Garfield-themed, and she picked it up with a squeal. “This is so awesome. Did you order these things online?”

“Yep, I had them sent to Kirsten, and Webb collected the stuff from her.”

That was so kind of him. She hadn’t even realized he was doing that. The next box was filled with colored clay, along with plastic utensils that you could use to make stuff. There was even a plastic mat included.

“I want to play with this now,” she cried as she looked the box over. “This looks like so much fun. Can I?”

“Yeah, you can play with it now,” he told her.

“Yay,” she cried as she carefully opened the box. She pulled out the plastic mat first and spread it over the coffee table.