“What do you want?”
“I want for you to refer to me properly, little girl. Say the words Daddy wants to hear,” he pressed.
He wanted me to call him Daddy.
I…
I couldn’t.
I wasn’t ready.
“No,” I spat, baring my teeth against the sheets.
He punished my thighs then exclusively and the screams and wails escaping my lips turned pitiful. I sniffed, trying to hold back the inevitable flow of emotion. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the tears that wanted to fall as far back as I could.
It would soon prove useless.
“Do you remember what Daddy said would happen if you didn’t refer to him properly while you’re being punished, little girl?”
I could do nothing but wail with fear and reluctant arousal coursing through my veins.
I did remember.
I didn’t want to say it.
That would make it real.
This is just a nightmare. You’re going to wake up at any second and Daddy is going to disappear. You’re going to be safe in your bed.
“What’s going to happen, little girl?”
I swallowed, trying to get past the ball in the back of my throat. It didn’t work. If anything, it only felt even bigger than before.
I turned my head. I refused to answer.
The mortifying sound of him pulling his belt from his jeans was so incredibly loud. I whimpered before I could stop myself. I couldn’t see him, but that didn’t matter because he decided to lean over the bed and hold the thick black leather belt right in front of my face.
“I’m going to whip this disobedient little bottom with my belt until you tell Daddy what he wants to hear. You should know that Daddy’s belt is so much worse than Daddy’s hand, little girl,” he said firmly.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
The leather was thick and worn in, like he’d been wearing it and breaking it in for a very long time. I squirmed, sliding my thighs back and forth as I imagined what it would feel like. I was afraid, but at the same time, there was a tiny piece of me that was curious what it would be like.
My clit throbbed hard for the first time.
I shuddered hard. I wanted to come.
Worst of all, I wanted him to do it.
I wanted Daddy to make me come.
Something was so very wrong with me. Maybe I was broken.
A strangled cry fell off my lips as he pushed himself off the bed next to me and dragged the belt out of my sight. Time seemed to stop as he stood up beside me and laid that wretched leather across my backside.
“Are you angry with me?” I blurted out. I didn’t know where that had come from. I just said it.
“No, little girl,” he answered.