His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (7 page)

She’d stopped pleading, crying, or even speaking, holding perfectly still, fearing she might actually die of embarrassment. At that moment, the escape offered by such a death held a strange appeal to her.

“It’s all right, my sassy girl. It’s all over. You’re Daddy’s good girl again.” He pulled her to stand, her panties falling to the floor. “Let me pull your panties up, girlie.”

The elastic scraped across her bottom, making her hiss. “Do you have a sore spanked bottom?”

“Y-you know I do. You d-did it!” She scowled at him. What a stupid question to ask while she had tears tracking down her face.

“Maybe I need to spank you some more?” He tugged on her hand, trying to pull her over his knee again.

“N-no, please! I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” He reached over, retrieving a tissue and wiping her face dry. “Tell Daddy why you have a sore, spanked backside. Unless you want your panties pulled down again, and you can tell me with that cute, red ass facing me.”

Sassy stared at him quietly, the thought of standing with her bottom facing him mortified her. “I got spanked because I tried clocking Abby at the coffee shop and I bit you in the leg. I’m sorry.” She rubbed her bottom as she spoke the words.

“Yes, you did. It was a dreadful thing to do, but you were spanked and spanked hard. Are you going to be Daddy’s Good Sassy Girl?” He pulled her hands away, enveloping them in his own.

At that moment, she’d felt so loved and cared for. Her eyes had welled up with tears again, and a little sob escaped as she said, “Yes, Daddy.”

He’d opened his arms for her and pulled her onto his lap. From that point on, they had stayed in a Daddy and little girl relationship. Brittney loved being his Sassy, and although she was punished for her sassiness if it went over the line into being disrespectful, she knew he loved her sassy mouth.

Shaking herself back to the present, Sassy pulled her pajamas on, quickly exiting the room to find her Daddy. The last thing she wanted was to have him find her and punish her before her discussion and spanking. She never doubted — ever — that he cared for her, and wanted to help her become her best. His methods weren’t exactly what she’d choose — most of the time — but thus far, his techniques had proven more than equal to the task.

Chapter 5

D
ylan poured two glasses of water then brought them to the living room, waiting for his Sassy to return. His girl had come a long way since their first meeting ten months ago. It hadn’t always been easy, and although she’d always doubted whether he’d stay, Dylan knew that he’d never leave. He couldn’t imagine living without Brittney. Her sassy mouth made him laugh, unless it went too far. Fortunately, that didn’t happen as often anymore. His firm hand had changed some of that; when it came to disrespect, she understood much better where he’d draw the line.

Maybe if they went to the Playpen and met other Daddies and littles, she would find a camaraderie that would settle her spirit? Because their relationship was still new, he had no doubt that as they deepened and solidified as a couple, she’d become secure in her place — and trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t leave.

Dylan looked forward to the opportunity to meet with other Daddies, to discuss setting boundaries as well as different techniques of discipline, rules, and punishments for his little girl.

Her footsteps were heard padding down the hardwood flooring that leading to the living room. She looked adorable, wearing her white flannel jammies with the blue kitties on them. He smiled in her direction, holding his arms out for her, and she didn’t hesitate to rush toward him, tucking his head to her chest, her soft, plump breasts cushioning either side. He pulled her closer, each hand cupping her cheeks, running his fingers lightly over her full bottom.

No panties.

Just as he required. He slid his hands up her pajama top, pushing it onto her back. The nipples had hardened to steel points; he cupped the weight of the pliable flesh, overflowing, but not overly generous. He pulled the peach areola into his mouth, the pointed tip rubbing on the roof of his mouth. He loved the popping sound when he released the suction, the reddened peak moist, glistening. He lightly blew on the dampened flesh, watching the bumps rise on her tits.

He pulled her top down, patting the couch next to him. “Let’s talk about today.”

“Do we have to?” She whined, closing her eyes, bouncing as she bent her knees in frustration. “You’re going to spank me anyway. Can we just get it over with?”

“No. That’s not how we do things. This is more than getting your bottom spanked. Punishment is learning from what you did, knowing what you did wrong, how to avoid it again, and what a grown up would do in your situation. Now, sit.”

His Sassy.

With a dramatic sigh, she sat down like a disgruntled teen.

“How long did you have the requirements for this paper, Sassy?” He turned sideways on the couch, leaning his bent right leg against the back of the sofa.

“You know how long. Dr. Parks said in his email.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she said it.

Reaching out, he slapped the top of each thigh — hard. “Bad girl. Again, that’s not the point. Answer the question — and you’d better fix that sassy mouth, or I’m filling it with a bar of soap. Is that what you want?”

“I hate when you say that.” Her bottom lip protruded, and even though it looked adorable, she’d pushed him too far.

He started to stand up, and she frantically pulled at his arm and shirt. “Nooooo. I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”

“I’m not playing with you tonight, Sassy.” He gripped her face in his hand. “You answer questions the first time and contain that mouth. Continue.”

“Dr. Parks gave the assignment a month ago.” She swiped at tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

His little girl
hated
getting her mouth soaped. She hated it enough that he didn’t pull that punishment out too often unless she’d deserved it. “So, what did you do in that month’s time to prepare for the paper?”

Her gaze fell to her hands, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. “Nothing.” She had whispered it so low, he barely heard it.

He tilted her head up with his finger. “You see now that it wasn’t the right thing to do, but you knew it at the time too, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We’ve worked so hard this semester, and this bad grade will drop your semester average. It’s just so disappointing, Brittney Leigh.”

“I know. But I met with Dr. Parks this afternoon, and he said that I can do some extra credit next week to help bring my grade up.”

He smiled broadly at her. She’d surprised him. He thought he’d have to force her to get the extra credit assignment. All their work was paying off. She had matured almost before his eyes. He threw his arms around her, burying her in a bear hug. “I’m so proud of you, Sassy. You did it on your own. Do you see how you’ve changed?”

She shrugged, her cheeks flushing. “I guess.”

“No guessing about it. You’re such a good girl.” He stroked the back of his knuckles down the side of her face. “But, we still have to deal with the matter of the bad grade, and your purposeful laziness.”

“Yes.” She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. “Does it help, Daddy, if I say that I’m sorry, and promise I won’t do it again?”

“Sweetheart, it always helps. Daddy always wants to hear that you’re a repentant girl who wants to do better. But, it doesn’t stop the consequences, as you know.”

She nodded, tears tracking silently down her cheeks.

“It’s time, little girl. Stand.”

She wiped her now sweaty palms on her pajama bottoms, running them over her thighs before she stood, wringing her hands in the front of her top.

“Take your pajama pants off.”

She undid the blue ribbon at her waist, the lightweight flannel fluttering to the floor. She stepped out of each leg, then tossed the pants onto the couch.

“Hands on your head.” He stood up from the sofa, circling her slowly, gliding his forefinger along her right hip bone, skimming along the goose-bumped flesh on her buttocks. He pinched each cheek hard enough that she hissed through her teeth, but she maintained her position. “Good girl.”

He continued, his finger climbing higher, drifting along her waist, her body shivering. “Oooo, that’s nice. Feeling aroused, Sassy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mmmm. I like when your voice becomes husky — here, feel.” He unlaced her fingers, guiding her hand to the pronounced, growing bulge in his pants. Instead of just resting her hand placidly there, she gripped it. It was his turn to groan through his teeth as she gave his cock a firm squeeze, the heel of her hand putting pressure on his stiff shaft. “Enough, girl.”

“I like that voice too.” She giggled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him, and he swore it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

He pulled her hand away. “Hands on your head, bad girl.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He crossed his arms across his chest, widening his stance. “So, what do you think you should be spanked with?”

Her eyes searched his as if she were looking for any clue to what the expected answer was. “Uhm... your hand?” She pulled her lip in between her bright white teeth, giving away that she knew it wasn’t the answer he wanted.

He shook his head. “Try again.”

“Why don’t you just tell me? I hate playing this game.”

He closed the gap between them quickly, gripping her chin. “This is not a game. This, my girl, is part of your comeuppance. Answer. The. Question.”

“The hairbrush?”

“That’s one of the things that will be used.” He raised an eyebrow. “The next?”

“Oh, I don’t want two. Why am I getting two?”

“Because I said so. What shall I use?” He knew she knew the answer, but she always struggled with responding. Hope sprung eternal though, as he waited for her. She always hoped that it could be something not as bad — as if he couldn’t turn anything into something painful if he deemed it so.

“Well... I... today I didn’t tell the truth when you asked for my paper. So. It’s lying — and that means your belt.”

“Correction, little girl: when you’re naughty, it becomes
your belt
. And yes, you’ll feel the leather and sit on its stripes tomorrow for that bit of disobedience.” He slipped the tail through the buckle on his belt, watching her pupils enlarge, her gaze fixed on him as loosened the leather from around his waist. Once again, a shiver ran through her body, her nipples becoming hardened points visible through the thin pajama top. After doubling the strap, palming the buckle, he walked up to her, pinching the tip of her breast between his forefinger and thumb.

“Take this top off, Sassy. I want all of you visible.”

She unlaced her fingers, grasping the hem of her top, and whisking it over her head, tossing it next to the discarded bottoms. She stood naked, vulnerable. He loved watching her struggle with her unease, knowing that in the past year he had memorized every inch of her body. He knew every nook and cranny of her alluring form, every touch that would catapult her into an orgasm. Striving to be the best Daddy he could be, he had learned to discern what turned her off, what made her uncomfortable, what humiliated her, and in contrast, what boosted her confidence, making her feel loved and cherished.

He cupped her pussy in his hand, the warmth of her core and the evidence of her arousal both transferring to his hand. He dipped a finger into her sex, wiggling it around, gliding on the slippery surfaces inside. “Don’t move your hands, or your hips. Stay perfectly still.”

She gritted her teeth, fighting against her body’s natural reactions to the intruder within her channel, her muscles milking him in a quick rhythm.

He poked his thumb through her labia, tapping her clit, her hips starting to jolt forward, but she caught them, groaning deep in her throat, rolling her eyes.

“It’s difficult to obey rules when you want to do something else, but when your belt is in your vision, it becomes easier. What I need to do now is make it so all you can think about is this belt.” He held it up level with her eyes, shaking it slightly. “You’ll learn, Sassy.”

He walked over to the couch, patting the leather arm. “I want you to straddle this, your pussy right here on the edge, while I fetch your hairbrush.”

Sassy walked slowly toward the couch, bending over it reluctantly, sliding her belly across the softened leather until, as he requested, her sex rested upon the seam at the edge.

He leaned forward, grasping a breast in each hand, pulling down on them to dangle them over the arm rest. “God, I love seeing you in this position, open and submitting with every inch of your body. I’ll be back.”

He took the opportunity to adjust himself behind the thick denim of his jeans. Dylan retrieved the implement, then strode back to the room, the cherry paddle hairbrush heavy in his hand. He slapped it against his palm within her view. “Why are you receiving the hairbrush, Sassy?”

“Because I didn’t ask Professor Parks for help with my paper. I waited until the last moment, procrastinating. And I didn’t give it all my effort.” She prepared herself by tucking her hands into her chest.