Page 12 of Hunter's Baby Girl
Chapter 6
Imade dinner about a week later for Hunter, and he loved it. Chicken and potatoes with basil pesto sauce and tomatoes and cheese. It was one of those things I saw on Pinterest, and it turned out really good. After we ate, I wasted little time clearing the table, and after the dishes were rinsed and put in the dishwasher to be completed, I went to the bedroom and retrieved the thing he wanted, or perhaps more correctly, the thing I wanted.
It was called The Merciful One, a wooden paddle small enough to be used with one hand, light and thin. Smaller than one which might be found in a principal’s office, but sturdier than those which came with a string and ball attached. I had it made for him, at his request, and from my own experience, I knew it was perfect. It stung like a son of a bitch when applied properly, but at the same time, it wasn’t heavy enough to cause an actual injury.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I placed it in his waiting hand. I then pulled the only other chair from under the table and placed it in the center of the room. This one he had crafted for their special sessions. Once a hard-backed dining chair, he had removed most of the back. Now, above the chair’s seat, only the two supporting posts remained, along with the very top plank of what had once been the back support. Sitting in the chair, the remaining support would touch me just below my shoulders, but I never sat in the chair. It was designed specifically for two positions. One was the main reason for the chair’s modifications. If I lay on the chair, with my head and shoulders between the supports, it was the perfect size to allow my knees to be pulled up over my head and tied to the top, leaving me in the most intimately vulnerable position. The second use for the chair was what it was to be used for this night.
I lay sideways across the chair’s seat, resting my stomach on the soft padding, my arms and legs dangling from either side. I waited as patiently as I could, but with some difficulty. He would take his time, because he knew I wanted this. He would tease me before he began. It was more torturous than anything he would do with the paddle itself. The thought of asking him to hurry never entered my mind. The wait was hell, but what a delightful hell it was. My Daddy knew my sins and exactly how to celebrate them, incorporating my punishment into my heavenly reward.
His hand on the small of my back told me that he was ready; it gently held me in place with the warmth of a deep embrace. His free hand slid behind me, his fingers protruding past the paddle’s handle, gliding lightly across my skin. The first swat stung deep, sending rapid shockwaves through my body and causing my skin to tingle ecstatically beneath the paddle. My legs began to tremble immediately as I allowed my head to hang motionless.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I managed, trying to make the strain in my voice sound, at the least, like it originated a bit more from pain than pleasure. But it was often harder than I could manage. All he had to do was let one finger slip and touch me there, and he would know damn well how much I liked it.
A second swat came harder than the first, sending an echoing smack bouncing off the walls before returning to my welcoming ears. Even the sound of the paddle as it quickly reddened my ass caused a barely controllable urge to beg for more. A third swat, then a fourth and fifth came in rapid succession, stealing any delusions of control from my body. I moaned loudly as Hunter applied the wood again and again, any semblance of displeasure lost to me completely. When I felt the handle of the paddle placed into his left hand on the small of my back, I could not hold back the whimper.
“Yes,” I said, knowing he would now know my desire, my appreciation. His finger slid effortlessly inside my aching opening, the sopping sound it made only heightening my desire and my need. A second finger found no further resistance than the first, as he quickened the pace, plowing his fingers inside me again and again. It was only when a third finger was added that the pace slowed, my pussy tightening around him hungrily.
His left hand left my back and found my hair, pulling my head backward toward him and holding me in place as his fingers plunged deeper into me. When his thumb extended and pressed against the darker opening between my legs, I thought I might lose consciousness. But he didn’t push it inside, merely applying pressure, teasing me with the thought of being penetrated in both openings at once. He knew I loved it. The absolute lack of control, the purest form of submission in my eyes. I craved it as much as anything else.
“Good girl, Hayley… but you aren’t cumming tonight.” His words pulled me from my haze, and a mild panic set in.
“But Daddy! I made dinner perfectly and got the dishes ready to be washed!”
“Yes, and I thank you, baby girl, but you cheated on your test last week. Did you think I would forget? I did tell you that you would be punished, didn’t I?”
I sighed angrily. Sometimes being a Little Girl wasn’t fun. I wanted to cum. “I’m so sorry, Daddy! I’ll never do it again.”
“I know you won’t. This will ensure it. No more buts. Time for bed.”
I pouted all the way to my room but smiled as he tucked me in. I really loved this. The being cared for, I could really get used to it.