Page 25 of Arrow
With a last nod, Wyatt trudged toward the clubhouse entrance. Arrow shook his head as he watched him go. He’d be a good prospect in a couple of years. For now, he was like a nephew to Arrow and the rest of the men and was welcome to hang out anytime he wanted. Arrow made a mental note to find Irish when he finished dealing with Emilee’s decision to let him get to three. He’d done his best to delay saying the number, but once he had, she’d sealed her fate.
After he was sure Wyatt was out of earshot, Arrow turned his attention back to Emilee. His expression hardened for her benefit, reminding her of her earlier disobedience. “Now, where were we, Kitten?”
Emilee's eyes widened, and she tried to pull away, but Arrow's hand gripped her wrist tighter.
“Oh no, you don't,” he growled. “You made your choice, and now it's time to face the consequences.”
Without another word, Arrow led Emilee into the clubhouse. The familiar scent of leather and whiskey enveloped them as they entered. A few members lounging in the common area raised eyebrows at the sight of Arrow dragging Emilee along, but no one dared to comment. They were a crew made up of Daddies and Dominants; they knew exactly what was going on and what a naughty girl looked like.
“Where are we going?” Emilee asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“Upstairs,” Arrow replied. “To my room.”
As they climbed the stairs, he explained, “All the officers have their own rooms here. Comes in handy on late nights or when we need some privacy.”
Arrow guided her up the stairs, his grip unyielding. They passed several doors before stopping in front of one adorned with a small arrow symbol. He unlocked it, and pushed it open, revealing a modestly furnished bedroom. “And you're about to become very familiar with mine.”
The room was sparsely furnished but neat. A large bed dominated one wall, a dresser stood opposite, and a desk and chair occupied the corner. A door leading to the bathroom was to the right of the desk. It wasn’t fancy, a toilet, sink and stand-up shower, but it worked.
Arrow shut and locked the door behind them. His voice was low and dangerous as he said, “Now, little girl, it's time to deal with your disobedience.”
Without warning, he bent Emilee over the edge of the bed. She gasped, her hands splaying out on the dark comforter to steady herself. Arrow's large hand pressed against the small of her back, holding her in place as he used his other hand to yank down her pants and underwear in one swift motion.
“Daddy! What if someone hears!”
“All the rooms are soundproof, but even if they weren’t, you’d still be getting your beautiful ass spanked,” he told her.
“But, Daddy!” She looked over her shoulder at him and begged. “Can’t we wait until we get back to your house?”
“Do you remember what I told you? I don’t enjoy waiting when I can correct you instantly.”
“Daddy, wait—” Emilee started, but the sharp crack of Arrow's hand cut her short as it connected with her bare bottom.
“No more waiting, Kitten,” Arrow said, his voice a mix of authority and disappointment. “You waited as I counted to three. You disobeyed me, and now you're going to learn your lesson.”
The spanking began in earnest; he didn’t warm her up, but got straight to work impressing his displeasure on her lilywhitebutt cheeks. Each smack echoed in the small room, punctuated by Emilee's yelps and whimpers. Arrow's hand fell relentlessly, turning her pale skin a vibrant shade of pink. “You will learn to obey me,” he growled between swats. “I won't tolerate you telling Daddy no, Kitten.”
Arrow spanked her hard and fast, not letting up even as she squirmed and cried out. “I'm sorry, Daddy!” she wailed. “Please, I'll be good!”
“Are you going to obey Daddy from now on?” Arrow demanded, not letting up on the punishment.
Emilee squirmed, trying to escape the onslaught, but Arrow held her firmly in place. “Yes! Yes, Daddy, I promise!”
“Promise what?” Arrow pressed, landing a particularly hard smack on her upper thighs.
“I promise to obey you!” Emilee cried out. “Please, Daddy, I'm sorry!”
“Count these last three out, hopefully it will remind you of what happens when Daddy is the one doing the counting.” He delivered a hard swat to her left upper thigh.
“One,” she squealed out.
He swatted her again, on the opposite upper thigh. “Owie, Daddy! It hurts! Two! Two!”
Satisfied with her response, Arrow delivered a final resounding smack on her sit spot before stopping. He rubbed her reddened bottom gently, soothing the sting.
Emilee's bottom was bright red, and she trembled as she tried to catch her breath. His sweet girl. She wasn’t crying and her cheeks were dry. The spanking lasted less than two minutes. It was a quick demonstration of who she belonged to and what would happen if she disobeyed her Daddy, but it wasn't a serious punishment, simply a reminder. One he hoped she would heed, at least for the rest of the night.
He helped her stand and pulled her underwear and pants back up. After taking a minute to hold her against his chest, he kissed her deeply.