His Sassy Girl (Desiring the Forbidden Book 2) (8 page)

He tapped the leather lightly on her bottom. “And on top of that, you didn’t ask Daddy for help — not even once. Daddy cares about you and wants to help, making things easier for you. You need to trust me more, Sassy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The time for talk was over. He raised the brush, thwacking it down fast and hard, a flurry of heavy swats landing in a random pattern all over her bottom and upper thighs.

Brittney screeched, her hands moving from under her chest, her fingers gripping the leather so hard, her knuckles turned white.

He paused, giving her a chance to regain her composure before giving her the next set. “What will you do with your next assignment? Your extra credit assignment?” He rubbed, soothing her scorched red skin.

“I-I will ask D-daddy for help and Dr. P-Parks too.” She sniffled and hiccupped through her answer.

“Good girl. Let’s finish this part of your punishment and make sure you remember what happens to girls who don’t do their homework — or don’t do it well.”

He cracked the hard wood against her bottom — hard — making sure the swats were harsher than the initial strokes. She tried rising, and when his hand prevented that, covered her backside.

“Bad girl! There will be extras for that lack of control.” He then focused the brush to the underside of her cheeks, turning them a dark red, with purple marks beginning to bloom upon her skin. He tossed the brush aside, not wanting to bruise her any further before giving her the belt.

“I’m sorry. S-so sorry.” She murmured the words repeatedly.

He ran his hand over her back, calming her, murmuring. But there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. He picked up the belt. There wouldn’t be many — wouldn’t have to be — but the bite of the leather would leave their stinging until tomorrow at least.

“Now, we’ll deal with the lying, little girl. These will be harsh, and hopefully, your ass will begin to tingle the next time your tongue forms a lie, catching it before it slips out.” He swung the strap, the leather striking her flesh hard enough that it jiggled, her scream delayed until the burn and sting settled deep into her muscle. She would have risen, but he’d been prepared for that, his hand at her back holding her securely in place.

He gave her ten perfectly spaced strokes, the one-inch pinkish red bands edged with welts that would sting each time she sat down for the next few days, a constant reminder of her lying. He wiped her face with a tissue, weaving his belt through the loops on his pants again, watching his girl’s sobs die down.

“It was a tough lesson today, wasn’t it, girl?”

“Yes, D-Daddy.” She swiped at the tears that were still tracking down her cheeks.

“Come, here.” He pulled her up to stand in front of him, steadying her with his hands on her waist. He walked her to the kitchen table. “Sit.”

She shook her head hesitantly.

“Try again.”

Her throat visibly worked to swallow. “Yes, Daddy.” She slid into the chair, quickly jumping to her feet, the woman holding her cheeks in each hand. Then she gingerly sat on the hardwood, wincing.

He pushed pen and paper in front of her. She wrote down the words as he spoke. “
I will do my homework, planning ahead, and asking Daddy for help
. You will write that fifty times.”

She scowled, but he shook his head. “No whining. The quicker it’s done, the quicker you can take a nap.”

* * *

B
rittney wiped the tears off the paper, smearing the ink. Daddy didn’t like sloppy work. Would he take into account that she was crying and didn’t mean to make a mess of the paper? She looked up, watching him in the kitchen as he prepared dinner for the two of them.

He must have felt her staring, looking over his shoulder at her. “Do you need some help focusing? I believe this may help.” He pulled out a wooden spoon from the ceramic container near the stove, waving it in the air.

“Nooooo, Daddy. I’m writing.”

“See that you are, Sassy.”

She leaned a little to the left, trying to place the brunt of her weight on her hip instead of her throbbing backside. She swiped at her nose and eyes with her left hand. “Daddy, I need a tissue, please.”

“Sure, baby.” He put the spatula down, bringing the box of tissues to her, kissing her head lightly. “You need to stop crying, girlie, or you’ll be sick.”

Easy for him to say.

He walked away, not even turning around as he said, “And Sassy? You need to rest both cheeks on the chair,
not
your hip.”

She shifted her full weight to her tender bottom. She had learned her lesson before. She numbered the lines on the page so she wouldn’t miscount. And even though the guilt of her misbehavior was gone, she now was worrying that he’d leave. All her previous boyfriends had decided that her sassy mouth and fighting with other girls just wasn’t worth the effort. And except for beating Sunni up when she went home to visit a couple of months ago, she hadn’t gotten into a fight in months. Her grades, homework, and sarcastic mouth were the issues now.

Daddy had assured her that he wouldn’t leave, that he loved her and only wanted the best for her. If that best meant getting paddled daily or weekly until she learned how to react to things in a mature way, he said he was more than prepared to give her just that.

But why? Why would he want to stay with someone like her? What was in it for him? I mean, sure he got laid, and she wasn’t bad in bed — at least that’s what she’d heard. But even that gets old if there’s no benefit emotionally. Did she meet his needs emotionally? She tried. But would it be enough to make him stay? Could he love her with all her faults?

A sob escaped her lips, and Sassy dropped her head onto her arms on the table. She let it all go then, crying at what she was sure would be the end of her relationship with Dylan.

“Sassy. Oh, my God, Sassy. What is wrong, baby?” Daddy stroked her hair out of her face, kissing her cheek. “Come see Daddy. Let’s sit on the couch.”

She buried her face into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “I’m sorry I’m so much work.”

He pulled her to sit on his lap, leaning her against his chest, keeping her sore bottom off the rough denim of his pants. He tilted her chin up. “You aren’t a lot of work. Who said that to you? Did someone make you cry?”

She smiled at him sweetly, her chin still quivering. “No one. I don’t need anyone to s-say it. I know I’m trouble. Do you still want to be with me, or even love me anymore?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “If your little ass weren’t so sore, I’d smack it good right now. I don’t just love you, I
adore
you. You’re my girl, my baby. You aren’t work to me. You’ve grown so much since I met you, and you will continue to. You wait and see.”

“I guess.” She shrugged, playing with a button on his shirt.

He tilted her head up again. “No guessing about it. You are. Tell me, Sassy, have I not been reassuring you enough? Do you need more than I’ve given you regarding affirmation?”

“No. I just... I feel bad... and worry about being unloved if I’m too naughty.”

“Sweetie, your Daddy isn’t afraid of his naughty girl. I know how to deal with her, and I love her just the way she is. However, because you’ve said that you want to improve in some areas, and because of my house rules, you need to be disciplined at times. Don’t you worry about me leaving you? Okay?”

She nodded and gave him a bashful grin.

Chapter 6

T
he semester had ended, and Brittney had passed Dr. Parks’ class — with a B. So, it required no spanking, and she’d been rewarded for working so hard on it. She planned ahead, asked questions from both Daddy and Professor Parks. Both men were pleased with her. Daddy had told her that she’d be rewarded tonight for being such a good girl. She had asked if they were going to dinner, or if she needed to be home for delivery. He’d said no to both questions.

She’d been quiet through dinner, waiting to see what her surprise was. Maybe it would be a special meal? But it turned out that wasn’t it. Finally, when the dishes were done and the kitchen clean, he joined her in the other room, taking both her hands in his.

“Now that you’re done with classes with Dr. Parks, I have something to tell you, and it is part of what we’re doing tonight.”

Well, that sounds mysterious.

“Dr. Park — Maddox — told me the day I talked to him on the phone about my naughty Sassy.” He quirked an eyebrow at her, her sex clenching in response. “Maddox informed me that he and his girlfriend have a relationship like ours — Daddy and little girl.”

“Oh, my God. How did he guess? This is awful.” She buried her face in her hands. How could things go so badly? She’d never be able to look the man in the eyes again.

Dylan pulled her hands from her face. “There’s nothing to be worried about. He mentioned a club that is for Daddies and Littles, called the Playpen. I think we’d enjoy meeting other couples that are like us, people to talk to about our dynamic, who understand and live it every day as we do.”

“I wouldn’t even know how to dress to go to a place like that. I mean, we’ve talked to people online, but to meet them? God... doesn’t it make you nervous too?”

“Nah, there’s nothing to worry about, Sassy. We go and meet some new people. We’ll see Maddox and Libby there, so we’re guaranteed at least two new friends. If we don’t meet any others on this time, we will on the next visit.” He patted the top of her hand resting on her knee. “You’ll see, baby, there’s nothing to worry about. And we get to be ourselves out of the house. We don’t usually get that luxury.”

“You’re right; we don’t. What time are we leaving?” She smiled at him weakly.

“Does that mean yes?”

“Yes. Let’s go. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, and meeting Dr. Parks there.” She shook her head.

“This needs to stay confidential. He won’t say anything to anyone, and you won’t either.” He pointed a finger at her. “Understand?”

“I know that.” She rolled her eyes at him. “God, I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I didn’t
say
you were stupid. Would you like to go to the Playpen with a red bottom?”

She couldn’t think of something worse than that, the humiliation of someone seeing would be just horrific. “No, Daddy.”

“Keep it in mind. We’re going somewhere where it’s perfectly acceptable to paddle your ass.” He winked at her. “Let’s get ready.”

* * *

D
ylan followed the prompts on his cell phone’s GPS map, finding the club with no problem. He pulled into the secured lot, the perimeter of the parking area guarded by tall chain link fencing. As he’d been instructed, Dylan told the guard that he was a guest of Dr. Maddox Parks. No questions were asked, and they were waved through quickly.

He looked over at Sassy. “Looks like your professor has some clout here.”

“It appears.”

He shut the car off, going to her side of the vehicle to help her out. She looked adorable with a short pink skirt, just high enough up her thigh to tease one with the hope of seeing the swell of her bottom. She had a white corset with ribbons matching the color of her skirt that put her ample breasts on prominent display, her cleavage even more pronounced. And she had on white high heels, which accentuated her tight, muscled calves.

Classy.

His girl knew how to dress, and he felt proud to have her on his arm.

“Will everyone else be dressed in age play clothing?”

“Why? You don’t like dressing like that? This is cute, yet classy. You’ll fit in fine. I’m sure you’ll see others here dressed as little girls, but you’ll see that there are others that are with their Daddy Doms. You’ll be okay girl, trust me. But I need you to stay near me, do you hear? I don’t want you wandering off without me.”

“Jesus, I’m petrified, and I haven’t even set foot in this place yet.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Where the fuck do you think I’ll go?”

“Wrong response!” He gave her bottom a crisp swat through her skirt, the crack echoing in the parking lot.

Brittney jumped, looking around to see who may have been listening. There were quite a few people around, and she heard some men chuckle. Her face burned with embarrassment. “Daddy.”

“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me, girl. You asked for that, and you might as well learn before we get in there that there’s more where that came from. I won’t hesitate, as you’ve seen. Now, if you can behave, let’s continue.”

“Yes, Sir.” She dropped her head, reaching for him. Her hand felt cold in his large, warm palm. He squeezed gently, whispering, “I love you, Sassy.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

They climbed the steps to the Playpen, and Maddox, just as he’d said, was standing at the door waiting for them with his girlfriend, Libby.

Maddox stepped forward, shaking their hand “Dylan, Brittney.” He turned, pulling his friend forward. “This is Libby.”

Libby grasped both Brittney’s hands in hers. “You’re so cold. Don’t be nervous. You’ll love it here. I remember being nervous too, but everyone is so sweet.”