Page 53 of Daddy's Claim
“It’s a date.” He raised an eyebrow in that look I’d grown to love so much, and despite the seriousness of the conversation, my clit pulsed with need. “But don’t think any of that is going to get you out of the punishment you have coming. I plan on ensuring you never again think you’re not worth saving, little girl.”
“A girl can only take so many spankings in one day, Michael.”
“I know. Which is why I’m not going to spank you for that.”
“But you said—”
“I said I was going to punish you.” His hands drifted down to cup my ass, a single finger pressing against my most secret place and my eyes widened as horror and excitement pounded in my veins. “There’s more than one way to punish a naughty little bottom, princess.”
Nineteen
Nora
Mikey insisted on breakfast before my punishment, which was its own kind of torture with my stomach tied in one giant knot. But when he took my hand to pull me up out of my chair, I kind of wished I’d taken longer to eat.
To my surprise, he didn’t guide me over to the bed or a chair or any other place where a spanking might take place. Instead, he led me to an empty corner of our bedroom where he took my hands and folded them neatly behind my back.
“I need to get some things ready for your punishment, so you are going to stand right here and think about why your naughty little bottom is about to be so sore.Capiche?”
“Capito,” I whispered, struggling to get the answer out past the tightness in my throat.
“Good girl. I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
Determined to be obedient for once in my life, I stared at that damn corner and did my best to think about why I was in so much trouble.
Betraying the family—check.
Not following the rules—check.
Being a total idiot and not thinking before I acted—double check.
It was a wonder he even wanted anything to do with me at this point. Tears filled my eyes at the thought but I ruthlessly blinked them back. There was no doubt in my mind I’d be a sobbing mess by the end of my punishment, but I was determined to accept it with as much grace as I could.
“Come here, princess.”
Dragging in a lungful of oxygen and courage, I turned and found him sitting on the bed, with an assortment of supplies beside him. I hesitated for just a moment before forcing my feet forward in small, shuffling steps.
My eyes locked on the small pile of items on the bed. “What are you doing with my hairbrush?”
“That is for your lesson on obeying Daddy and staying where I put you. I know I come off like an asshole, Nora, but I don’t give orders just for the hell of them. And I can’t bring you with me into potentially dangerous situations if you’re not going to listen.”
“But what—oh.” My breath caught as the realization finally hit. “You’re not planning to brush my hair with it, are you?”
“No, princess.”
“What about that?” I pointed to a small, cone-shaped thing beside the brush.
“This?” He held up the item for my inspection. “This goes in your bottom to prepare it for Daddy’s cock.”
“But-but you’re so much bigger than that!”
“Flattery won’t get you out of this, baby,” he said with a chuckle that had me just barely resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him. “I’ll make sure you’re plenty prepared, don’t worry.”
I didn’t think there was a… whatever that thing was big enough to prepare me for my husband’s cock, but I kept that to myself. It was a punishment, after all, so it was meant to hurt. I’d take whatever he felt I deserved.
“All right, princess. Lose the robe and get over Daddy’s knee so we can get that bottom plugged.”
Mikey