“Oh, I absolutely am going to spank you. But make no mistake, Julia Lynne. Your naughty little bottom is going to be very thoroughly punished by the time we are finished here. Inside and out.”
Julia
If she was ever going to run from a punishment, it would be this one. Connor had already promised his letter, and she doubted Owen would convince him to withhold it if she ran.
But there was a weight in her chest, one she knew she would carry with her for the rest of her life if she didn’t submit right now. And despite the contents of the bag, she knew in her heart Owen would never truly harm her. While the punishment was undoubtedly going to hurt like hell, she would be safe.
Placing the bag beside the chair, Owen picked up the paddle and sat. “Come on, babygirl.” He patted his left knee. “Let’s get this over with.”
With a deep breath, she lowered herself down over his thigh. Once she was in place, his right leg locked over her legs, trapping her in place.
“I don’t think we really need to talk about why you’re here, do we, Julia Lynne?”
Thank god. As much as she was dreading this punishment, she was about all talked out. “No, sir.”
“I didn’t think so. Let’s get this bottom bare so my naughty girl can finally move on.”
With a swift tug, her panties were pulled to the middle of her thighs and her skirt flipped up over her back. The first smack caught her by surprise, despite being far more gentle than she’d anticipated.
He kept a steady cadence, each swat slowly warming her skin. If she hadn’t been so keenly aware of just how much trouble she was in, she might have even found it relaxing.
But when the spanking stopped and something cool and hard tapped against her warmed bottom, she couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what came next.
“Do you need me to hold your hand, baby?”
Wordlessly, she lifted her arm so he could capture her wrist, pinning it to the small of her back. Now she really was well and truly stuck in place until her punishment was complete.
At the first crack of the heavy wood against her unprotected bottom, she bucked against his hold, crying out at the explosion of pain. “Daddy, no, it hurts!”
“Hmmm.” Another swat, this time to the opposite cheek. “Does it hurt as much as giving up your career?”
Without giving her a chance to answer, he brought the paddle crashing down on her bottom two more times in quick succession.
“Does it hurt more than the pain and heartache you caused everyone here?”
The next two swats landed on her sit-spots, the twin flashes of pain bringing tears to her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, baby.” But even with that acknowledgement, he didn’t stop. Over and over the paddle fell, each burning swat layering a fresh wave of pain over what had come before it until her entire bottom felt hot and swollen and tears were dripping down her nose to land on the gleaming hardwood beneath her. She barely noticed when the paddling stopped, thanks to the constant throbbing in her bottom.
It was the sound of rustling plastic that told her he was moving on to the second part of her punishment. That had her quiet crying turning to sobs, and her struggles to free herself from his hold turning frantic.
“Daddy, no, please! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t!”
“What’s your safeword, babygirl?”
The question shocked her into silence, a strange sort of calm settling over her. “Red, sir.”
“Do you need to use it?”
Sniffling against a fresh wave of tears, she shook her head. “No, sir. I’m scared, but I don’t need it.”
“All right. But you can use it any time you need to.”
There was a soft pop as he opened the tube of ginger paste. At some point he must have put on gloves because the finger he pushed inside of her was covered in latex as well as lube. Courtesy of their weekend activities, her bottom hole easily stretched to accommodate one, then two fingers. But even having had him inside of her the night before didn’t diminish the humiliation of being prepared for this punishment.
“The next time you’re tempted to be a bully or to threaten someone’s livelihood, I want you to remember this lesson, Julia Lynne.” The hard, plastic tip of the dildo he’d purchased replaced his fingers at her back entrance, stretching her wider than his own cock had.
Even as the pain and the burning started, her pussy throbbed with need. While the spanking itself had hurt more than she enjoyed, the feeling of being so thoroughly punished, her Daddy’s words echoing in her ear, scolding her like a naughty child, all worked with the lingering pain to bring her need roaring back to life.