A sassy heroine who thrives under her heroes’ special brand of punishment. A melt-worthy happily ever after…
This book contains a panty-dropping, spanking Daddy Dom and a heroine who craves his commanding brand of passion. It does not feature age play, pacis or diapers.
Before I could blink, Luke lunged and grabbed the crop out of my hand with one hand and my wrist in the other. As he dragged me toward the bed, I dug in my heels, but I was powerless to resist his strength. He picked me up effortlessly and lifted me over his shoulder, then flipped me backward onto the bed.
“Such a naughty girl, letting those ugly comments get inside your head today. What’s Daddy’s rule for that?”
“I have no idea?” Rule? As I had earlier thought, I didn’t own the operations manual for any of this DDLG biz and was definitely clueless about any rules he was referring to.
“No negative self-talk. Now take off your shirt.”
“No, please.” I couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing my tummy rolls.
“Now, little girl.” He used the crop to gently flick at my thighs. Three quick swats. It didn’t hurt, but the surprise flogging was enough to get his point across.
I got naked according to his instructions.
“Crawl up there in the middle of the bed and lay down on your tummy.”
I did as I was told.
“Now, princess. You need to get familiar with Daddy’s rules. Daddy’s rules are important, and if you don’t obey them, there will be punishment. Punishment helps you focus on what’s important. Let’s continue with the most important rule.”
I squeaked in surprise. It was hard enough to sting, but it didn’t really hurt.
“Daddy cherishes you and you must always feel confident in yourself and your body. You are a gorgeous princess.”
“Isn’t that more than one rule?”
Swat. Swat. Swat.
That time, I screamed. It did hurt.
He easily pinned my two wrists down behind my back with his one hand. I was totally helpless.
And I more than liked it.
“Rule Two: always tell Daddy if you don’t want to do something. Daddy will never force you. Am I forcing you now, Gracie?”
“Yes,” I half sobbed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“That’s a good girl. Count for me, then. Let’s see if you can make it to twenty.”
He used the crop to cover my entire ass with spanks from the whip. It hurt way more than a hand, and yet the sting was welcome. With each smack, I felt the abrupt, persisting sting and the quick intensification of heat at the point of impact. It was all I could think about, and it cleared my head of all worries.
I felt calm.
By now, I was sobbing; not so much from pain, but from the release of worry.
Freedom from overthinking.
Free from anxiety.
Luke grasped me by the shoulders and turned me in his arms to sit across his lap. I tried to pull away, but his arms tightened around me and his hand held my face pressed to his chest. He began to stroke my hair. “Such a good girl, Gracie. So good.”
He soothed me like that for a good long while, and the entire time I was focused on the furnace that the spanking had ignited down there. I wiggled my bum on his rigid cock the best I could, to tease him like he had done to me.
“You see what you’ve done to me, little girl?” he admonished. I could still feel the delicious sting of the crop on my ass, and it made me whimper in delight.
“Get on your knees and grab that headboard.”