“Marissa, twenty strokes with my strap is not too much to take for the way you misbehaved today.Now lie back over these pillows or Daddy will have to get very stern with you.”
She moaned.“Don’t be stern, Daddy,” she wailed as she climbed onto the bed and lay back over the pillows.She caught the glimmer of a smile when she stole a glance at his face.
“That’s better.”He didn’t even wait a beat.The leather strap came sailing down across her cheeks, picking up where he’d left off, except that he began the count at one again.
She squeezed her eyes closed so tight, little starbursts danced around the edges.She squeezed her bottom, too, not that it provided any protection whatsoever.
“Daddy is not happy with that little walking away in the middle of punishment stunt you just pulled,” he said.
“Sor-ry.”She really was sorry.Not just for the extra spanks it cost her, but she was embarrassed that she hadn’t been able to take it.She crossed one ankle over the other and tried to hold her feet down while her poor bottom absorbed the whipping.
When the twenty strokes finished at last, he stood silent.
She lifted her head to find him simply gazing at her, his eyes dark.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said in a small voice, reaching back to rub her throbbing bottom.
“I know you are, peanut.It’s forgiven now.Daddy forgives his little girl.”
Even though she knew he was just playing a part, the words warmed her chest.What was wrong with her?It frightened her how much she seemed to crave his approval.
“I want you to just rest here for a few minutes, but stay in position.Okay?”
She meant to ask why, but no sound came out.She dropped her head back onto his bed.The humiliating position in which she lay left her completely exposed and vulnerable.And also turned on.Her inner thighs quivered and her toes scrunched up as she imagined him returning and taking her from behind.She could hardly wait.
When Joel returned, she looked over her shoulder to see him carrying a quart-sized glass measuring cup filled with what smelled like fresh coffee.
“What’s that?”she asked.
“Coffee.For your enema.It’s a liver cleanse, so it should help clear all the toxicity that’s causing your cold sore.”
She’d stopped listening at the wordenema.What?
She started to get up, but he anticipated her flight, pressing a hand into her low back and touching something to the backs of her legs.
“Do you feel this?”he asked.
“Let me go,” she pouted.
Suddenly a line of pure fire erupted on her backside and she screamed.
“That is my crop.”He tapped the wicked instrument to her bottom, which she’d squeezed tight.“I require your total and complete cooperation or I will be using this crop on your bottom.And considering it’s already blistered, I don’t think you would enjoy that.”
She forced her held breath out.“No, sir,” she mumbled.
“Daddy will be giving you a coffee enema every day until your cold sore disappears.”
“But—”
“No, Rissa.I’m in charge here.”
She dropped her face back to the bedspread.She couldn’t believe this was really happening.It was too embarrassing to even consider.She buried her head under another pillow and pretended she was anywhere but with her ass high on display for her new kinky...boyfriend—?er, Daddy, to give her an enema.
“Reach back and hold open your cheeks for me, sweetheart.”
No.Way.Did he really want her to hold her own cheeks apart?It was bad enough to lie there and pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Open your knees,” he ordered.“Spread those cheeks wide for me.”
