Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
The head tilt of confusion was probably comical, but he didn’t laugh, he just helped her stand. Her silk bottoms slid down to her ankles, leaving her bare from the waist down. “Ummm?”
He took a seat where she’d been and looked up at her. “Daddy does things a little different, remember?” He patted his thighs. “Over-the-knee feels right for this.”
It wasn’t that he’d never spanked her across his lap before, obviously. It was, after all, such a standard kink activity. But over the years they’d evolved a special protocol for punishment, and this wasn’t it. Lap spankings had become more of a fun thing, and now she was left confused.
She shifted, feeling awkward about crawling over his knees, but in the end it was unnecessary. He didn’t wait for her to put herself there. He snagged her wrist and tugged her down across his lap, settled her in place, and pushed her shirt up over her hips. “But… I struggle so much,” she reminded him.
It wasn’t something she could help either; she’d tried. But once things really started to hurt, she just couldn’t stay still. It was obviously the worst during punishment, but even scenes that were fun, but intense, could have her rolling around the bed wildly. It was embarrassing the amount of fuss she made sometimes, so putting her in a position that made it harder to move had just become … normal.
“I can handle it, Allegra. I might have to hogtie you in the end, but we’ll get there.”
This would be more work for him, but she realized it was what she asked for. To not have to be responsible. He would hold her down, or try anyway, and she could let go and react as much as she needed to, without worrying about her composure. She liked the idea.
She let out a shuddering breath and squirmed a little. “Okay, Daddy.”
He rubbed a hand across her bare skin and gently prodded a couple of spots. There was a tsking sound. “Barely a mark left from last night. I must not have used the paddle enough,” he commented.
She’d been a little disappointed too when she’d looked in the mirror that morning. Seeing the marks afterward always made her feel things, lots of things. There had only been a little pink and a few tiny bruises from the letters, and she’d known they wouldn’t last long. Despite that, she retorted, “Yes you did. You definitely did.”
“Hmm, well, I’m sure tonight’s punishment will last longer.”
A shiver ran down her spine and she twitched nervously. One hand instinctively wrapping around his ankle for comfort. “It’s really okay if it doesn’t,” she said fervently. “Besides these are extras for not staying in place last night. But now I don’t have to stay in place anymore, so really, we should just forget about them.”
Carter laughed. “I had a feeling you’d say something about that. And you’re partly right. These are for an old rule—but it was your rule at the time you earned them, and I do love a clean slate.”
It was a good thing he couldn’t see her eyes rolling. “Plus, you just want to try out your new toy.”
“That too.”
She sighed dramatically. He loved following through on things he’d promised, which wasn’t a bad thing. Consistency was good, except when her ass was on the line. At least she had the comfort of knowing she wouldn’t earn any more bonuses for struggling in the future.
“Now, let’s get you pinked up before we start in with the strap. I like to prepare my canvas.”
Personally, Allegra thought the canvas was just fine, but she didn’t get a vote. She didn’t hate the warmup though. Being over his lap, feeling his hand slapping down to leave heat and sting all over her backside—it made her feel connected to him. She’d expected Daddy to have a different vibe from Sir, but she hadn’t realized how quickly the differences would settle her.
It made her think that if Carter had been Daddy months ago, she wouldn’t have had the same struggles. Of course, they’d never know now, but either way she felt more centered than she had in a very long time.
Even when the steady Slap! Slap! Slap! of the spanking began to hurt.
She squirmed and she wiggled and kicked her legs. There was something cathartic about not needing to hold back, but the way he quickly moved to control her when she grew too wild was perfect. She was allowed to react without feeling like she’d failed as a submissive, and he reinforced his authority physically by trapping her legs under one of his, and using his free hand to pin her waving arm to her lower back. It felt right. Painful… but right.
On some level, emotionally, she enjoyed the experience, even while her body actively tried to avoid it. And the low hum of arousal never quite went away, though an especially long series of spanks did bank the fire. At least until the end, when a chain of upward scooping slaps targeted the undercurve of her bottom. His hand set her cheeks to bouncing and it sent ripples straight to her clit.