Page 77 of Daddy's Lesson
In a second he was up by my head, wiping my tears with the pad of his thumb. “Hey there, babygirl. You all right? I didn’t expect such a strong reaction so fast. At home you take so much more.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped.
He shook his head, dismissing my apology. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s a lot. Some spankings just hit different. No pun intended,” he added with a soft chuckle. “It’s probably the added stress of having a club full of people watching. But they aren’t really watching. Most of them have their own stuff going on.”
I shook my head from side to side, straining against the cuffs holding me in place. “N-no, i-it’s n-not that,” I sobbed out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry I made a scene and embarrassed you. I’m sorry I let you think even for a second that I was willing to walk away from us and everything we had, everything you’ve given me. Lennon, you saved my life. You gave me a whole new outlook and purpose. You made me feel beautiful again, and not just beautiful, but sexy, even.” I choked on a strangled laugh. “I can’t even remember the last time I felt sexy… until you.”
“Oh hell, babygirl.” His face was a mask of relief mixed with joy as he wiped my tears and pressed soft kisses to my face. “I think you’ve learned your lesson. C’mon, let’s get you down from here.”
“N-no!” I grabbed his arm, and held it tightly. “No. We aren’t done. I’m okay. I just needed a minute.”
He regarded me skeptically. “You aren’t in charge, babygirl. You don’t decide when we’re done, I do.”
“P-please,” I stuttered. “I-if you quit now, I won’t feel right. I’ll just feel guilty and stupid for not being able to handle more.”
That got him. I could see it in his face. He closed his eyes briefly, as if gathering strength, then set his mouth in a hard line and nodded with determination. “Alright. A little more. But we’re done when I say we’re done. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I squeezed his forearm before letting go, and he stood. I closed my eyes and followed his footsteps until I heard him take his place behind me once more.
I took a deep breath and braced myself, wondering if I was crazy asking for more. The paddle cracked hard against my butt, pushing the plug deeper inside me. “Owwwie,” I cried, now more focused on the pain than the emotions it was causing. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Oh you’re going to be, babygirl. I won’t have you making unfair demands of me like that again. If you have a problem with something I’m doing, you come to me with it, and we will work it out. I will always put you first, baby. Any decision I make will be made with us and our love at the forefront of my mind.”
I gasped at his deeply emotional speech. Love. He’d said it. I knew he felt it, but to hear him say it… all felt right with the world. Before I could respond, the paddle cracked hard against my sit-spots.
“Arggghhh!” I cried. There was no time to breathe or tell him I loved him, too before it fell again. And again, and again, and again, and again. The swats came hard and fast, one after the other, until I was crying fresh tears. But they felt different this time. They were tears of thankfulness, love, of grace, of fresh new beginnings.
Soon I was gasping for breath again, and his hand was on my ass. “Red, babygirl.”
“Huh?” I gasped. “I didn’t?—”
“I know you didn’t. I did. I can’t go another minute without holding you in my arms and telling you how proud I am of you.”
“Oh,” I garbled, and before I even got it out he was in front of me again, unhooking the cuffs that held me in place and lifting me into his arms as if I were weightless, a tiny baby.
The shock of being held was replaced with a feeling of rightness as I looped my arms around his neck and cuddled against his chest.
He crossed the club in several long strides, and though I thought he’d take me back to the private owners’ lounge, instead he took me to the booth where his friends were seated. I buried my face in his chest, the embarrassment still burning my cheeks while the spanking I’d just taken burned my ass. I wasn’t ready to look at them yet.
But I wasn’t given a choice as he slowly separated my body from his, holding me on his lap with my scorched bottom pressing against the scratchy fabric of his designer jeans. I whimpered as he grasped my chin and pressed his lips against mine. There were a thousand words spoken in that soft, short kiss, and I felt all of them as desire ran hot through my veins, wetting my pussy.
“Daddy,” I whispered when he finally pulled back. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what, babygirl?”
“When you said you loved me?”
“Oh, baby. I love you so much.”
“He really does.”
I turned my head toward the voice, and found a beautiful, petite, olive-skinned woman with a head full of gorgeous corkscrew curls.
“Hi, I’m Nyla.”
“Hi,” I whispered, barely finding my voice. It didn’t seem an opportune time for introductions, but when I looked, I found a table full of eyes, all trained on me.
Panicking, I focused on Archer. He was the only one I knew. He smiled at me. “You took that very well. It seemed like you were a natural at sceneing in a club.”