Chapter 8
Days passed, and before I knew it, we had known each other for two weeks. In such a short span of time, we got to know a lot about each other; funny what instant physical intimacy will do to people in terms of becoming acquainted.
Daddy and I had played four times since our Chinese dinner. He would come through the door after work, and I would be waiting for him. One night, I had dinner all ready and waiting on the stove, and he was very pleased. I also wore the outfit I’d worn to the club, when we first met, and I saw a certain spark in his eye when he walked into the kitchen and saw me there. He then picked me up, sat me on the counter and went down on me, then and there. I had to remember to be a good girl every once in a while too, if that was what being good got me.
As much fun as we were having together, though, I couldn’t shake the thought that this was wrong somehow. I couldn’t put my finger on it; it wasn’t that I felt that what we were doing was bad, per se, but rather the feeling that something was off with Hunter. There was something about him that caused him to hold back. When we played, even though I was going through the motions of a role, I was still feeling things. I was part of the experience. It felt as though Hunter was always watching from a distance, rather than really being involved.
I could hardly even explain to myself how I felt, so I didn’t bother trying to explain it to him. I couldn’t put it into words; besides, I didn’t want to scare him off. Whether or not I wanted to admit it to myself, I was growing more and more attracted to him every time I saw him. And I was afraid of losing this strange, tenuous relationship we were falling into.
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One day, a couple of weeks into our relationship, I got home after a hard day and was just bushed. I was too tired to even consider making dinner, even though it was a play night for us. I half-considered calling him to cancel, I was that tired. But then I remembered him telling me that it was okay if we just hung out sometimes. This was going to have to be one of those times. Maybe we could order Chinese again tonight.
I hardly had the energy to change my clothes, but I managed. Then I flopped down on the couch and started flipping through channels; I heard the front door open and close and realized I had started to doze off while waiting for him.
Daddy was not happy with me when he saw me lying there. “I come home after a long day and find you lying around, watching TV? Have you at least gotten dinner started?”
I didn’t take my eyes from the TV. “No,” I told him. “I had a long day, too, you know. I do things.”
“Have you already forgotten the lesson I taught you last week?” he asked. I glanced up at him, and I felt a tingle between my legs when I saw the look in his eyes. “Do I need to teach you again?”
Part of me really did feel like the naughty, insolent teenager. I was tired and cranky and unwilling to play nice. I wanted to see how far I could take this. What could he do to me, really? So I didn’t reply, instead choosing to focus on the TV again.
“Did you not hear me?” he asked. “Do I need to teach you again?”
I smirked and rolled my eyes. That did it.
“Up,” he ordered. “Off the couch. It’s time for a spanking. Maybe this time you’ll learn not to play games or take me for granted.”
“Please don’t spank me,” I said, allowing a little fear to sneak into my voice. Strangely, it seemed that he responded more strongly to me this way. He looked excited. Normally, he looked stern and no-nonsense, but now that expression was mixed with a gleam. I had a mental image of a kid on Christmas morning.
“You’ll do as I say, and you’ll do it now,” he ordered. I could tell there wasn’t much further I could take this without getting into unknown territory. So I stood.
“Bend over the coffee table,” Daddy ordered. “Hands on the table, feet on the floor.” This was different, and I felt a little hesitant about it. Normally, I laid over his lap, or over the kitchen table. This was almost more of a flogging stance. I had done my research on the internet after we first got involved, and I remembered seeing this. But I did as I was told.
I was wearing a pair of leggings and was shocked to feel him roughly pull them down along with the panties I wore underneath. I looked sharply up at him, but he didn’t seem to notice my surprise. He was lost in his own fantasy or scenario or whatever it was. Something inside me decided I didn’t like this side of him as much as what I’d seen of him so far. I couldn’t put my finger on it but knew I felt distinctly uncomfortable. Normally, I didn’t feel this way.
He didn’t bother with the preambles this time. He’d usually tell me how he didn’t like having to do this or about how it would hurt him more than it would hurt me. Now, he simply whacked me across the thickest part of my ass with the palm of his hand.
“Oof!” I couldn’t help exclaiming. Again, I was surprised. This was progressing so quickly. “Daddy . . .,” I said, the uncertainty plain in my voice. But he didn’t notice.
He focused on the other cheek then, with another full-palm whack that left my arms trembling.
“That really hurts,” I whimpered. It was as though he didn’t hear me at all, and instead, just spanked me again.
“Maybe next time you won’t disobey me,” he growled. “You don’t seem to be learning the lessons you’re taught, and I’m getting tired of having to teach you.” He smacked again across my bare bottom, and I felt a sharp, stinging pain. As always, it melted into a pleasurable warmth, but the flashing red lights I was seeing across my consciousness were standing in the way of my normal enjoyment.
He whacked again, and I heard the sound reverberate through the living room, just as it reverberated through me. The force pitched me forward, and I had to brace myself more strongly or else fall on my face onto the table.
“I don’t feel like this is really bringing the lesson home,” he said in a soft and menacing tone. I couldn’t see him, as he stood behind me, but I heard in his voice that he was enjoying this. I was thinking we might have to have a talk about this when we were finished, and I might need a soak and a rub down in lotion when all was said and done.
It sounded as though he was moving away from me. I started to stand up and felt his hand on the back of my neck. “Stay there,” he whispered. “Don’t move.” Somehow, even though I wasn’t impressed, part of me still responded to him. I did like feeling as though I was being dominated. That’s what made this all the more confusing.
I heard him cross the room, and I could hear him fiddling with the blinds for some reason. Then he came back.
“This will teach you,” he muttered coldly. Then I felt pain as he struck me several times across my ass with what felt like a stick.
“What is that?” I gasped.
