“Our first order of business is your lack of respect when speaking to me,piccolina.” As he spoke, he laid the items out on a table beside the bed. “How should you address me?”
Licking her lips, she eyed the long piece of leather he still held. “Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Slipping an arm under her legs, he lifted them into the air. The awkward position stretched the skin on her thighs and buttocks uncomfortably tight, and left her feeling more exposed than ever. “A dozen with the strap, and you’ll count them. ‘One, Daddy. Two, Daddy.’ Perhaps by twelve my proper title will be imprinted in your mind.”
She was wholly unprepared for the sting of the strap when he whipped it across her exposed flesh. Her bottom cheeks clenched in response, the involuntary movement giving her a sharp reminder of the plug she still held in her ass.
“Oh, shit! Fuck, that hurts!”
“That isn’t the count,piccolina. Try again.” The unforgiving leather connected with her thighs and she clenched her teeth to keep the scream from escaping.
“One, Daddy,” she forced out between panting breaths.
“Much better.”
Two was delivered to that particularly sensitive spot where her thighs and ass met, where she knew she would feel his chastisement long after the strapping stopped. Three brought tears to her eyes. Four won him a screech of pain, and by five she was begging for mercy.
“Daddy, please. I’m sorry, I won’t ever use your name again. Please, please stop.”
“I’m glad you’re learning your lesson.”
Six was met with a sob, and Daddy quietly reminded her they were halfway done. Seven layered over two and she wondered if she’d ever sit comfortably again. Eight caught her mid-thigh, and she jerked her hips away, desperately trying to twist from his grasp. But his hold on her was iron-clad, and all her efforts won her were two extra strokes delivered to the same sensitive spot, which he warned her didn’t count. By nine she was back to begging, but she was careful not to miss her count.
“Three more,piccolina.And then Daddy will make it all better.”
Ten, eleven, and twelve were delivered so quickly she didn’t have a chance to count each one individually. Her voice trembled as she delivered the final count and her legs were lowered to the mattress. When her blistered skin made contact with the sheets, she hissed at the fresh wave of pain.
“Such a brave little girl,” Daddy cooed, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “Are you going to be a good girl, now?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Spread your legs, then. Daddy has a treat for you.”
Hope fluttered in her chest that he might give her some relief from the burning ache between her thighs and she practically flung her legs open for him. Chuckling at her response, he picked up what looked like a back massager. It was a long white wand with a tapered end and a ball-looking thing attached to the top.
He flicked a switch and a soft vibrating sound began. “Do not close your legs or try to move away. If you do, I’ll be forced to punish you again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
When he lowered the vibrating head to her aching clit, she nearly came straight up off the mattress. “Oh, fuck!” She screamed for him as pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known washed over her. It wasn’t quite enough to push her over that edge of oblivion she was teetering on, but she was so fucking close she could practically taste it. Arching her hips, she pressed her pussy more firmly against the vibrator, her core tightening with pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to that sweet release.
And then he pulled it away.
Eyes popping open, she stared at him. “Wh-why did you stop?”
“Do you want to come,piccolina?”
“Yes, God, yes!”
“Tell me why you were here last night. The real reason.”
“What?”Thiswas his plan to get her to talk? Sweet Jesus, she didn’t stand a chance.
“If you want to come, then tell me why you were here. And tell me what was in the syringe.”
“I c-can’t.”
“Why not?” There was a bite to his tone that nearly made her weep.