Callie moved to where he pointed, head down, gaze focused on his shiny black shoes.
“I’ll help you undress and tend to your spanking after you shower. I know how you hate smelling like beer.” Despite her concern and anxiety of not knowing what loomed ahead of her that involved his belt and her behind, she focused on his hands as he undressed her. “Arms up.” She raised her arms above her head. Brandon removed her shirt and threw it on the floor in disgust. “I should burn this flimsy piece of material. Your breasts were on display for all the men to see.” He reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled free, brushing against the coarse material of his shirt, abrading her nipples. A throaty moan escaped her lips.
Brandon whacked her ass hard then squeezed the fleshy globe to seal in the spank. “Dirty girl, teasing daddy with your tits.” He shook his head sadly. “There will be no pleasure during punishment.” His hand skittered over her hip, followed the curve of a rounded cheek and settled between her legs. Heat radiated from her core. He pulled aside the crotch of her shorts and panties. One finger slid along the seam of her pussy and slipped inside her. She gasped.
He frowned darkly. “What did daddy tell you about a wet pussy?”
She shook with arousal. “Only naughty girls wet themselves before a spanking.”
He grasped her chin in one hand and held up the other. The lamp beside the bed enhanced his glistening fingers. “Such a dirty girl you are.” He applied pressure to her jaw until she opened her mouth. One by one he inserted each finger to the hilt. Callie closed her eyes and imagined it was his cock she worked over so diligently, but it was her taste that glided down her throat. As soon as she had cleaned all remnants of her cream, he immediately dropped to one knee and yanked her shorts and panties to her ankles. Her own musky scent assailed the air between them. Cream oozed from her shaved pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed with such force she swayed forward, unable to keep her balance. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support, successfully closing the small space that had kept his mouth at a distance. His breath blew hot against her sensitive skin. “Daddy, please…”
Brandon inhaled sharply. “Lie down on the bed. If you keep up this dirty girl behavior, you will go to sleep with a diaper on.”
Callie waddled to the bed, her shorts still bunched at her ankles, hindering her movements, but she dared not take them off. Only daddy had the right to remove them. She made it to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Brandon picked her up by the upper arms and set her in the middle of the bed. She glanced up at him and he arched a brow in question. With a sigh, she fell back on her elbows and bent her knees. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Callie understood this sort of punishment all too well and it was a punishment. Daddy would use his tongue to wipe her clean and she’d be instructed not to make a sound. It’d be pure torture not to be able to explode into a million pieces while his tongue lapped her sensitive skin. She lay back and raised her arms high above her head just the way he preferred whenever she wet her panties.
He tore off her shorts and panties and tossed them aside. “Knees bent and spread wide. I want to see just how wet your pink petals are.” His deep blue eyes smoldered as he inspected her pussy, but his tone remained firm. “Your cream belongs to daddy, but only when you’re a good girl, which this time you are not.” Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs until her heels met her backside. Callie closed her eyes, waiting to feel the wet heat of his tongue upon her skin.
“You are a naughty girl at times. But you’re my naughty girl and always will be.”
Her hips bucked, blindly seeking his touch. A slap landed between her legs. Sharp and swift and her eyes flew open.
“Stop that.” Brandon leaned away and when she saw him pull a handkerchief from his back pocket, she realized that he wouldn’t be using his mouth.
Callie wished he would have sent her to stand in the corner instead of bringing her to the brink of orgasm just to be denied the pleasure. Tears of frustration burned behind her eyes as he pressed the cloth between her legs. It appeared daddy had caught on to her sly tactics for getting her own way. She feared feigning tears wouldn’t work either. He rose from the bed and she opened her eyes. He stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket.
“Go get washed and make it snappy.” A smack to her ass hurried her along.
Being an ass man, Brandon lingered long enough to admire the light jiggle of Callie’s backside as she bolted for the bathroom. The slamming of the door jerked him from his not so pure thoughts.
Brat. “Don’t you dare touch yourself while you’re in there,” he barked unnecessarily. Christ, his hands were shaking. Just minutes ago he’d been eye level with her clean-shaven pussy. It had taken a hell of a lot of self-control not to grab her ass and bury his face in her wet pink flesh.
Brandon chuckled as he strode into the kitchen. She sure was quick to temper. While she bathed, he may as well call Dave and find out if there was any news on Bailey. He reached into his front pocket for his cell phone and the handkerchief came along with it. He pressed it to his nose. Her scent filled his nostrils. Damn. He hit speed dial.
“Dave Andrews here.”
Brandon coughed and stuffed the hanky in his back pocket. “Hey, Dave, please tell me you got some news for me.”
“Brandon? What’s up? Sounds like you gargled with a pile of rocks.”
Laughter echoed in his ear. “Yeah, okay, if you say so. Is sunshine pushing your buttons again?”
“You could say that.”
“Good. You’ve been way too miserable and broody since… well, you know.”
Yeah, he knew. His sister had been gone for close to three years now, but he still missed her so much. “I called to see how things are coming along. Callie’s getting anxious.”
“Getting? Now that’s an understatement if I ever heard one. That girl needs a lesson in patience. Look, we’re keeping an eye on the place. I have an undercover agent being briefed. She’s in her thirties, but could easily pass for someone a lot younger. Hopefully the sick bastard who preys on women will fuck up and say or do something stupid. Give me about another week. Things should be wrapped up nice and tight by then. You know how I hate loopholes. I don’t want the snake released because of a technicality.” A pause. “One thing though, I may have to question Callie along with the other girls. Just so you know.”
“I kind of figured that. Catch you later.”
The warm water cascading down her body felt so good, she wished she could stay under the spray for hours, but Daddy Brand was waiting to deliver her punishment. If she dallied too long he’d surely come in after her and smoke her butt like a salmon with that thick wide belt. Although the thought of being spanked with something besides his hand troubled her, she felt loved, protected, and cared for.
With her hair slightly damp, she dried off and slipped into a short nightie. Dum de dum dum, this was it, the time of reckoning had arrived. She inhaled deeply. She had pluck. She could handle this. Callie cracked open the door. The bedroom appeared to be empty. Taking a deep breath for courage, she poked her head out far enough so she could see around the dresser. Nope, he was nowhere in sight. Her eyes zeroed in on the bag still on top of the bed. Should she take a chance and peek inside? She strained her ears and heard a low mumbling coming from the direction of the kitchen. He must be on the phone. Either that or she had driven him to talking to himself. It’d only take a few seconds for a quick look and daddy would never know.
Padding barefoot to the bed, she reached out to touch the tempting package, but the pound of heavy footsteps closing in had her skedaddling back to the bathroom. His presence blanketed the room; his masculine scent fanned her nostrils. Her breath hitched. This tall, sexy, handsome man belonged to her… to her! She took in the tinge of gray at his temples, the firm jaw, proud nose, and those blue eyes. Right above those vivid blues, a dark brow arched.
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Of course not,” she snapped, cheeks flaming with embarrassment at the thought.
Both brows turned downward. “You care to repeat that?”
Crap, being bratty wouldn’t help her cause. “I mean, no, sir, I did not touch myself.”
He nodded curtly. “Whatever question I ask of you, no matter how intimate, you will answer me truthfully. Is that understood?” She got away with a simple nod.
“Are you taking my surprise back?” Callie asked, watching as he rolled up one sleeve to the elbow and then the other. Those tanned powerful arms covered with a hint of black hair were capable of gently holding her close one minute, then sharply smacking her bottom the next. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, exposing the long column of his throat. A sprinkling of hair sprang from the opening. Heat blossomed in her belly. He exuded authority and her knees began to tremble.
“I haven’t decided yet, princess. Tell me, did you peek inside the bag while I was in the other room?”
She swallowed hard. “No, Daddy Brand.” The bag was still on the bed where he had left it. If he’d been a minute later, she’d have been caught red-handed. She flushed under his doubtful expression. The silence grew too deafening for her to handle. Best to come clean. “I was about to, but I changed my mind when I heard you coming back.”
His smile of approval pleased and surprised her. “Thank you for telling me the truth.” He unbuckled his belt with deft fingers. “One thing I know for sure about my girl is that you cannot keep those pretty eyes from peeking at presents. Our very first Christmas together as a married couple should be interesting.” He pulled the thick leather free through the loops on his trousers and folded it in half.
Callie threw a quick glance at the door. She could try and make a run for it, but where would she go? It’d be useless anyway. Two steps with his size thirteens would equal one of her six and a half.
“Do you need to use the bathroom first?”
“No, daddy.” Her gaze fell once again on the piece of leather dangling from his hand. He followed her gaze.
“I’m scared, is all.”
“It’ll hurt. I won’t lie to you. Perhaps you will recall the sting of leather against your backside the next time you’re tempted to tell me a fib.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned her forward, but her feet wouldn’t budge. “Stalling won’t change my mind, Callie. My decision is fixed. Come and sit on my lap so I can hold you for a moment.” Her hesitation fled. He gathered her close to his chest. “I love you with all my heart and soul, princess.”
Callie buried her face against his neck. What a fool she had been to hurt him so. “This sucks,” she mumbled.
“But it’s quite necessary, I assure you.”
Callie slipped from his lap. “Then let’s get it over with.”
Brandon spread his knees apart and guided her between them. “We have another issue to address. What did daddy tell you about wearing such revealing clothing in public?”
Callie expelled an exasperated sigh. She should be used to this line of questioning by now. This same prelude was always done before the main event. He’d ask her to explain what she had done wrong. She’d reply and then he’d ask her to tell him why he considered it wrong. Her entire body shook with anxiety. “Must we go through this big production every single time before I get punished?”
“Yes,” he replied patiently. “I need to be sure you know the ‘what’ and the ‘why’ of it. By the way, your impudent attitude is not helping any. Now, answer my question and lose the sass.”
“Because I’m not allowed to show off to other men what belongs to my daddy.”
“And what did you do?”
“I wore them anyway, but I have to when I work.”
“Ah, yes, and that’s why we’re here,” he replied flatly.
He was a force to be reckoned with. No matter how much she’d cry or stamp her feet, this walloping would be a doozy. She often wondered what a good sound spanking with a belt felt like. Well, she was about to find out. She hesitated for a moment, searching his face frantically for any sign of sympathy. No such luck. His demeanor remained stoic, the belt clutched in hand.
He upended her over one knee, securing her body by scissoring her between his legs. Callie wriggled beneath the firm smacks of his hand. “Don’t think this is the end of it and I changed my mind. I’m just warming you up. Callie, what did you think you could accomplish in two days that you haven’t been able to do in months?” She yelped as his hand landed on one cheek, then the other.
Just a warm-up? Holy moly! Tears fell down her cheeks. “I don’t know, honest.”
A cool breeze swept across her back, peppering her skin with goosebumps. Her nightie now lay gathered in the middle of her back. She squeezed her buttocks, anticipating another blow.
“Relax or it will hurt a lot more.”
“Isn’t that what you want?” she snapped waspishly.
“I’ll ignore that smart remark. You know darn well I’d never hurt you.”
She heard the whoosh of the belt way before it landed. “Ouch, goddammit!” Blows rained down on her backside, one after the other. Desperate to avoid the powerful, stinging whacks, she grabbed hold of the coverlet for leverage and pulled with all her might in an effort to escape, but the belt whistled in the air and connected yet again to her already scorching backside. “Daddy, please stop. I won’t lie again, please.” The whipping continued, her pleas for a reprieve ignored. Callie thought for sure her backside would disintegrate into ashes as each blow fell. Then, without warning Brandon threw the belt on the floor and set her on her feet. “Go stand in the corner with your nose to the wall. Do not move until I tell you and no rubbing or we will have a repeat performance.”
She didn’t care for his brutish tone. Not. At. All. “I hate you,” she screamed in his face and ran to the far corner of her room. She wanted to get away from him as far as she could. How could he hurt her so badly? Her bottom stung and it felt as if her skin was on fire. Sobs racked her body, partly because of the spanking, but more so now that she had time to think about the cruel words she had hurled at him. The hurt expression that had briefly crossed his face would haunt her for a long time to come. She had done what she always did when her pride got in the way: lash out with cruel words. It’d serve her right if he decided not to forgive her.
Callie wrapped her arms around her waist and collapsed against the wall, her nose buried deep into the corner, shoulders shaking. It seemed like hours before Brandon came back into the room. The aroma of chicken noodle soup made her stomach growl and her nose twitch.
“I can hear your belly growling all the way over here. Come and eat this soup. I have sliced peaches topped with Cool Whip for dessert.”
Darn. Sliced peaches and Cool Whip. Her favorite. And chicken soup never ever smelled so heavenly before. Each step had her wincing. The spanking may have been quick and to the point, but he had aimed at her sit spots. She’d feel this pain for days. With her head lowered, she slid under the covers and settled herself against the pillows. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and crossed her arms over her chest.
Brandon set the tray on her lap. He unfolded a napkin. “Chin up,” he commanded. Callie lifted her chin and their eyes met. She swallowed hard. The storm of emotion in his eyes caused the tears to flow once again.
“Daddy, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know, princess.”
“Do you still love me even though I said I hated you?”
He slid the back of his hand down each cheek and wiped away her tears. “Now what kind of silly question is that? I will always love you, no matter what.”
She angled her head to the side, studying him intently. “Are you sure? Some girls do really bad things and their daddies don’t want them around anymore because they’re a disappointment.”
“Are you referring to Colleen?”
She nodded. Brandon held a spoonful of soup to her mouth. She savored the flavor and swallowed. “Her ex-boyfriend used to beat her with his fists too. She suffered a miscarriage because of it.”
“I’m sorry for your friend. A real man would never ever strike a woman in such a manner. He sounds like a coward to me.” He tweaked her nose. “I can’t speak for all daddies, but I know I won’t stop loving you, no matter what.” Callie took a sip of milk and sighed.
“I have a nasty temper.”
“I won’t argue with you on that point, but you are not a disappointment. Your behavior at times is what disappoints me. There’s a big difference.”
Callie finished all the soup and drained the glass of milk. Brandon took the tray away and she pulled the blanket up to her chin. It was so nice to be pampered this way after a punishment. Brandon said all the right words and made her feel special. She was loved.
Brandon came back into the room. He stood looking at her, a slight smile on his handsome face. His eyes had lost that stormy countenance, replaced by male appreciation as his gaze traveled over her body.
She licked her lips. How she longed to have him buried deep inside her.
Brandon sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of her hand. “Now listen to me closely. Never ever think that I would or could stop loving you. We may have arguments. No, let’s change that. We will have our fair share of battles, I’m sure, but you are mine and I am yours. No splitting up, no throwing in the towel. Our relationship is for keeps. I’m also sure there will be a lot more spankings in your future.” His dark stare warned her that her naughty behavior would no longer be tolerated. This had been her first ever sound spanking. She could not use sex to sway him away from her blatant disobedience or attempt to get on his good side. This domestic discipline/ageplay relationship was all so new to her, but she’d learn to accept because deep in her heart it was what she wanted. Her ass burned terribly, but the disappointment she had caused him because of her actions bothered her the most.
“May I ask you something?”
“You know you can ask me anything, princess.”
“I totally get why you were so angry with me for lying to you about quitting work after I promised to do so, but the other day you were just as angry about me not charging my cell phone.” She scooted upwards against the pillow. “This spanking was much worse, but why such a commotion over a cell not being charged?”
He tilted his head back, eyes closed as if pondering whether or not he should answer the question. He remained quiet for so long, Callie wondered if she had overstepped her bounds. Two months into a relationship certainly wasn’t enough time to know some secrets.
“I had a sister, much younger than me.”
Had? Callie listened closely as he continued. “She was my world. I did my best to keep her safe from the bullies at school. Covered for her if she did something she wasn’t supposed to and ended up taking the blame myself. Ella was beautiful, headstrong, and every bit as stubborn as you.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “She only saw the good in people, no matter what. She cared more for others than herself. I often had to remind her of the little things we tend to forget, like making sure her gas tank was always full or her cell charged. Then, one night she didn’t come home. We were frantic. When Dave stopped by and I saw the sadness on his face, I swear my heart had dropped to my feet. They found her car on the side of the road, the battery dead. Her body was discovered a few feet from the road lying face down in a cluster of bushes.”
Callie trembled as he went on to relate the details of her death. She suspected he held back the gorier specifics. “What about your parents? Are they still alive?”
He shook his head. “They both passed some years ago. If only I had checked her car, made sure things were up to speed.”
“Oh, Brandon, you can’t blame yourself. How could you know her car would break down?”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. “I want you by my side at all times, to protect you from harm, but I know that’s not possible or fair to you.
“I’m hoping we can be together all the time, but you know there will be moments when I want to go somewhere and you’re not home, but I promise to be extra vigilant.” He held her close, not uttering a word. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to show him how much he meant to her both as a father figure and a man.
Callie slipped from under the covers and dropped to her knees. “Is there anything I can do for daddy that would help to make him feel better?”
Eyes smoldered at her blatant innuendo. Oh, he knew exactly where she was going with this sort of talk. She’d been corrected, rightly so, and now she was eager to please him.
She turned over one large hand and pressed her lips to his hardened palm. She did the same to the other then peered up at him under lowered lashes.
Brandon tucked a curling strand of hair behind her ear. “My dirty girl,” he whispered huskily. Taking charge, she loosened the button on his pants and unzipped his fly. One tug on his boxers freed his long hard cock. Callie licked the huge mushroom-shaped head once, twice, pleased to hear his groan. Her head bobbed as she went down on him, and the huge vein along his rod pulsed.
“Enough, princess.” He pulled her to her feet. “Wrap those legs around me and show daddy how much you want him to fill you up.”
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