She flung herself into them so hard he stumbled back.
He wrapped her up tight in his embrace, kissing the top of her head.“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She twisted her fingers into his shirt.
“I’m sorry.”He rocked her like a slow dance in middle school, their bodies locked together in a swaying shuffle.“I’m not criticizing.I’m on your side, baby girl.I just wanted you to think about why you’ve given your power over to others and what you get out of it.”
She pushed away from him, and dropped to a crouch, covering her ears with her hands.
“Sweet girl,” he said, kneeling beside her and pulling the little ball that made up her body onto his lap and into his arms.“I’m not judging.I’m just asking the question.”
Her tear-streaked face popped out of her folded arms.“But I’ve given my power to you,” she cried.
“I know, baby.You made a conscious choice to do so.I hope there are some rewards besides just staying in the movie.”His gut tightened and he dropped his voice at the end of the sentence.He wasn’t sure he wanted her to answer that.He rushed forward.“I just want to be sure you’re making a conscious choice about the rest of your life.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.I’ll drop it for now.But I have a feeling it will come up again, sweet pea.And when it does, there will be no slapping,” he said, giving her his most stern daddy look.
She dropped her chin and pushed her lower lip forward.“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You’re going to be very sorry, little one.Take off your dress and stand in the corner with your panties down.”
She scrambled to obey, one hundred percent submissive again.So vulnerable, so sweet.He needed to remember to tread very carefully on the subject of her family.It was the issue that most blocked her, but he would do everyone a disservice if he managed to get in the middle of her relationship with her mom and sister.Somehow, whatever change happened, would have to come completely from her, in her own time.
He watched her as the babydoll dress fluttered to her feet and she stepped out of it, walking to the corner.She looked over her shoulder at him and he raised his eyebrows expectantly.His cock stiffened as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to her thighs.
He took off his belt, making sure she heard the sound of it whiz through the loops.
Her shoulders raised by a half-inch and she started to look over her shoulder, but stopped herself.
“Marissa, I want you to come over here and bend over the bed.”
She turned and started to pull up her panties, but catching the small shake of his head, stopped.“Sorry,” she muttered, blushing as she shuffled over to the bed with the panties tangling around her thighs.
His cock thickened.
He strolled up behind her and gripped her ass, squeezing roughly.Although she still showed marks from her punishment earlier, she didn’t flinch at his touch.Satisfied she could take another spanking, he wound the buckle end of his belt around his fist.
“You were a very naughty girl, Marissa,” he said, bringing the belt down across her bottom.
She gasped and lifted onto her toes.
He struck her again and again, loving the whap of leather against bare skin and her little cries of pain.
After five strokes, she began to kick up one heel and list to the side to avoid the belt.
He pressed his hand into her lower back.“Hold still, baby girl, or my belt will catch your hip.”
“I can’t,” she moaned.“It hurts, Daddy.”
He kept whipping her as he spoke.“I know, sweetheart, but Daddy has to punish you before we can move on.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice catching on a sob.
He spanked on, watching her fingers twist into the covers, and her back heave with labored breath.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.Please no more!I’ll never, ever slap you again!I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she began to plead, her feet prancing on the ground in a frantic dance.
