Desiring the Forbidden (18 page)

She shrugged, looking embarrassed.

“You know better than that, pumpkin. You’ll be spending the rest of the day nursing a sore backside.” He pulled her into a standing position, handing her the paddle again, and swatting her bottom. “Back in the corner.”

He exhaled. This was
not
how he had envisioned his day when he’d woken up that morning.

Chapter 18

S
unni wondered how long Cade would keep them in the corner, her back was getting sore and she found herself wishing the spankings would just begin. He had walked down the hall a while ago and still hadn’t returned. She felt eyes on her, and peeked over to find Brittney staring at her.

Don’t make a face! Don’t say anything!

“I’m sorry. I’ve missed being friends,” Brittney said, her voice low.

Whoa!

Sunni wasn’t sure how to respond. They had both wailed on each other in an earnest endeavor to tear each others’ eyes out and to choke the living hell out of each other. And now,
now
, she wanted to apologize?

“I miss being friends too.”

Well, I was supposed to keep that shit to myself.

Sunni felt that familiar sting in her nose, the tears springing to her eyes. Through her watery gaze she saw Brittney swiping at tears too.

Oh, fuck it!

Madison moved from the corner, then hugged Brittney. They both started sobbing, then the clomping of Cade’s shoes storming into the living room made the two of them break free, both of them covering their bottoms with their hands.

“Jesus! I heard crying and thought you two were at it again. I swore I was going to take a switch to both of you.” He smiled at them. “This is nice. It isn’t going to stop what’s happening next, but it does my heart good to see the two of you hugging. We’ll have a nice heart-to-heart chat this evening and get everything squared away.”

Sunni gave Brittney another quick hug before moving back to her corner.

“No. I want both of you following me.” Sunni looked over at Brittney, trailing along behind him. They stopped at Brittney’s room first. “I want you bent over the bed, paddle on the mattress in front of you. As the instigator of this fight, you’ll get to wait and listen to Sunni’s punishment before I get to you. You’ll stay in position, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now, you, young lady,” he said, glancing at Sunni before walking into their bedroom.

Cade’s bedroom.

“Same for you. I want you bent over the edge of the bed. Belt in front of you.” Just as she was leaning over, he grasped her elbow, stopping her. “Except… I want you to take all your clothes off.”

“B-but—”

“No, no buts. My rules are different with you. Clothes off. Now.” He squeezed an ass cheek — hard. She didn’t need any further warning than that.

“What about the door?”

“Don’t you worry about the door.” He raised his voice, directing it toward the hallway. “Brittney wouldn’t dare take a peek, because her bare bottom is supposed to be over the bed right now.”

A very timid, “Yes, Sir,” drifted from the bedroom.

Once her top and bra were taken off and she stood stark naked before him, Cade came to stand next to her. “Pick up the belt, and kneel in front of me. I want you to tell your Daddy what you did today, asking me to spank you. Then you will kiss it, and hand it to me.”

Her throat worked hard as she swallowed loudly.

Shit! Seriously?

Her trembling hand grasped the stiff leather belt, her legs feeling shaky. She wobbled and swayed a bit, but dropped to her knees. “Daddy, I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, worried that Brittney would hear, but wanting to please Cade. “I kicked, punched, scratched, and hit Brittney. I called her a ‘slut.’ Spank me with this belt.” She brought it up to her lips, kissing it like one would a statue —something to be revered — then offered it back to him.

“Thank you, sweet pea.” He held it at his side, which was eye level for her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She hated that belt already, but not as much as the spanking paddle. “I want you to tell me the biggest mistake you made today.”

She scrunched her eyebrows in his direction, not having a clue what he was talking about. She’d fought, yelled, and hollered. What else was there?

“I drew blood?” She phrased it as a question because she didn’t have a clue as to what direction he wanted her to go in.

“Yes, you drew blood, but that’s part of the scratching.” Sunni dropped her gaze, trying to think of what else she’d done, his finger raised to her chin. “You didn’t tell me that you were being hurt. You didn’t give me a chance to protect you and intervene for you. If you had told me, this could’ve been settled with no fighting. And you wouldn’t be spending the day with a very sore derriere. Daddies take caring for their girls seriously, and you stole that opportunity from me. I enjoy attending to your needs and safety. And your emotional well-being is part of that.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

He waved the belt toward the bed. “Bend over that now.” When she staggered a little getting up, he held her arm until she found her balance. “Let’s get a pillow under your hips, so your feet aren’t on the ground. I don’t want you moving too much.”

She felt sure that her feet wouldn’t have touched the ground anyway; she almost needed a stool just to get into bed. Being short just made things that much more difficult. She climbed, almost having to crawl, to get herself centered over the pillow.

Cade wasted no time, the cool leather tapping against her bottom. “You will
not
fight with someone.” He cracked the belt against her bottom so hard she shouted in both pain and surprise. “Remember, no screaming or screeching.”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” Madison wasn’t sure how she’d comply with that order, but she knew that she’d better learn — and quickly.

“You do not use your hands as weapons!” The next five lashes bit into the underside of her ass, and she pressed her face to the bedspread, muffling her scream, her teeth gripping the material. She tried to flip onto her side, but the large, hard hand planted at the center of her back pinned her in place with ridiculous ease.

The restraint calmed her in an odd way. It didn’t lessen the pain, but she didn’t feel a need to snatch the implement out of his hand or to flip over either. She liked his touch, liked him controlling her body and movements. It kept her from panicking.

“The next time someone is hurting you — verbally, emotionally, or physically — what will you do, Madison Anne?”

She hated when he used her middle name, and yet at the same time there was a comfort in it. It’s what Daddies did, wasn’t it? They said their little girl’s middle name when they were upset or angry. At least that’s how she fantasized about it. She couldn’t help but notice it was also what Cade did with Brittney.

“Are you having trouble answering, little girl? I can help, if you are.” His hand lightly patted her sore bottom.

Madison swiped at her eyes. “No, Daddy, I can answer. N-next time I’ll tell you.”

“And just to be sure, you’re going to be wearing some stripes and welts for the next couple days to remind you every time you sit down. Give me your hands, Madison.” Her sex clenched. She wondered once again why her body reacted to her punishment in such a way. Cade held her hands tightly, while his leg braced both of hers against the side of the bed.

Nothing had prepared her for the onslaught of pain he unleashed upon her ass. She quickly lost track of how many licks he’d laid across her flesh, and she buried her face into the mattress, crying and sobbing so hard her throat became raw. Just when she thought that the pain might never end, he finally stopped.

Sunni couldn’t remember that last time — if ever — she’d cried that hard, or hurt so badly.

She was dimly aware of the sound of Cade putting his belt back on. Then she groaned as he caressed her scorched skin, lightly stroking her cheeks, his fingertips tracing what must have been livid welts, running in straight horizontal lines of agony across her buttocks. “Oh, baby. Will you keep any secrets from Daddy, or get into a fight ever again?”

“No, D-daddy. It hurts.”

“I know, sweet pea. But we have one more thing to do.”

Her eyes flew wide as she looked back at him. “N-no. N-no, Daddy.”

He narrowed his gaze at her. “Little girls don’t tell their Daddy no, Madison.” He cleared his throat, his voice husky, whispering, “I want you on your knees again. This time you’re going to suck my cock.”

Come again?

“B-but, my butt hurts, and I—” Sunni looked over her shoulder at him, as he began unfurling his belt again.

“I know your butt hurts. I’m the one who made it that way. But obviously I didn’t do it hard enough if I have to explain
why
you should be on your knees already.” He let the long length dangle from his hand, the tip brushing the floor.

Nobody had to ask Madison twice to get her sore ass up and onto the floor. “I’m doing it, I’m doing it. See?”

“Usually I have a rule:
If it has to come off, it’s getting used.
Next time, I won’t relent. Keep it in mind, girlie.” He tossed it onto the bed, and Sunni scrambled up to him, not chancing anything that might be viewed as disobedience.

The burn and pain in her ass made it hard to concentrate, but when she unzipped his pants, tugging them over his hips, and pushing down the boxers, she freed his cock. Her sex gushed, clenching, as she took Cade’s balls into her hand and she gently squeezed. She lazily licked up the length of him, inhaling his musky male scent, stopping when she reached the end of his cock. Smiling up at him, she flicked his cock with the tip of her tongue in fast, light strokes, working her way back down to his balls, slowly sucking them into her mouth, cupping his ass with both hands.

Her heart burst with pride when he hissed through his teeth. Madison pushed his length into her mouth, and she relaxed her throat to accommodate him, squeezing and pulling on his ass, pushing him deeper into her.

“Jesus! Coming… Sunni! Swallow… every drop.”

She smiled inwardly, seeing him unable to even form complete sentences. She brought one hand forward to cup his balls again, pressing them firmly, while she sucked hard, pulling on his cock and sliding one finger gently along the seam of his ass. Cade’s thighs trembled, his buttocks tightening, as warm, salty streams of his semen spurted on her tongue and down her throat. His hips jerked violently, as he uttered an animalistic groan.

Sunni knew that she’d been dripping her own juices onto the floor, between the spanking — no matter how painful it was — smelling his scent, and the act of giving him a blow job while on her knees had spiked her arousal higher than she thought possible.

Cade tucked his hands under her arms, helping her to rise, her knees screaming from the unforgiving hardwood floors.

“Oh, Daddy.” She straddled his thigh, lightly rubbing her clit on his hairy thigh. He pushed her back quickly though. “Nuh uh, little girl. Bad girls don’t get to come, remember? Later… maybe.”

Her mouth fell open, and she gasped softly in frustration.

What? I’ll fucking die.

Cade chuckled. “You can close your mouth again, sweetie. You’ll live.
And
you’ll remember this as part of your punishment.”

“I guess.” She couldn’t help but sound — and feel — rejected.

“Onto the bed. I have to take care of my other naughty girl. You rest and I’ll be right back when I’m done. We’ll all be taking naps this afternoon.” He pulled the covers back, holding them open as Sunni crawled under them to lie on her belly. Mercifully, he only covered her with the bedsheet, the coolness of the fabric pure bliss against her scorched flesh.

He kissed her temple, and then he was gone.

Chapter 19

B
rittney cried pitifully to herself, bent over the bed. Her father was the sweetest man, caring and kind, but when he felt a lesson needed to be learned, he was a force to be reckoned with. And by the sounds of it, he was making sure Sunni never forgot her lesson.

Brittney had been in trouble many times for fighting, and she knew he’d be harsh with her today. Especially since she was a grown woman now.

Dylan.

He had warned her to behave, told her there would be consequences once she returned home if there was any misbehavior at her father’s house. Dylan didn’t tolerate her being sassy, let alone instigating and getting into a girl fight. And she knew her dad wouldn’t either.

My ass is history.

Dylan, as her Dom and her Daddy, believed in stringent rules and discipline. He’d be calling tonight, and she knew that confessing to him immediately about what had happened would be in her best interest.

But how will I do that with Daddy or Sunni within earshot?

If she waited until she arrived back home though, she knew it would be so much worse.

Brittney had been amazed that her father had noticed a difference in her behavior after meeting Dylan. She’d been reckless and a little too mouthy for Dylan’s tastes when they’d first met, but he said he had been attracted to her right off.