Desiring the Forbidden (7 page)

So, to thwart any disappointment — and to avoid her fear of rejection — she set up a situation where she could just
leave
. She would make an escape — no goodbye. Goodbyes were painful and things to be avoided. Only good people left and required a goodbye. Evil and nasty people just came and left, without need of goodbyes. They weren’t people that mattered. She would just leave. She didn’t matter. Better to leave before Cade become someone that she had to say goodbye to, someone she’d love and miss for years. It would be easier to leave while they were just friendly acquaintances.

Sunni didn’t think about the fact that she didn’t know how to drive a stick shift. It hadn’t even occurred to her until she’d started the car. And then, when she couldn’t get it into gear, she became afraid. Just as she was going to shut the car off though, Cade came stomping out the house. It was then she realized that she couldn’t just give up and walk out. She had to show she was determined. Sunni had always been someone who, once her mind was made up, allowed nothing to stop her. She plowed forward, regardless of the obstacles in her past. Stopping or retreating conveyed weakness; she never let anyone, or anything, prevent her from reaching your goal. And once she’d set a goal, and put together a master plan for reaching that goal, she was unstoppable. It didn’t matter what it was, whether it was getting the fucking truck moving down the driveway, or paying for her first car with cash.

Looking back though, it was Cade. She could have just shut it off and climbed out, begging for mercy, asking him to forgive her for her foolishness. More than likely he would have given her a few sharp swats, like the ones she received in the driveway, but he would’ve quickly forgiven her. He had a tender heart, and overall, was just a nice, generous man. But when she looked out the window and saw him standing there, all her courage fled.

She’d thought if she left the house, and headed for her friend’s home, she’d be able to tell her where she was. She’d be safe. Just getting some fresh air would help her gain perspective. She didn’t think about the possibility that the truck wouldn’t cooperate with her plan though.

He’d stood there, breathing deeply and rapidly, the cold air making his breath steam. At that moment, he’d resembled a bull — an angry bull. She didn’t even want to think about opening the door and letting him spank her. But she also had no doubt in her mind while she’d sat in that truck that he’d be spanking her bottom for her bit of disobedience.

Madison knew she’d better get her jeans and panties down. She looked over at the hard wooden chair, having no doubt in her mind that it was a chair meant for spanking. Her hands were cold from being outside in the frigid Wyoming weather, and her belly felt warm as she undid the top button on her jeans. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down over her hips, her panties slipping, resting uncomfortably over the middle of her backside. She bunched the heavy denim material at her ankles, pulling the panties, and sliding them the rest of the way off her bottom, letting them land on top of her jeans. Hobbled by her clothing, she made her way to the chair and sat down, gasping as her warm flesh pressed to the cold, hard wood. She buried her face in her hands and wept, knowing that the hot pain in her bottom at that moment was just a taste of what awaited her.

Sunni heard his heavy footfalls on the wooden floor as he walked around the kitchen. Suddenly, the thudding of his shoes came up the hallway and she found herself holding her breath, waiting for the door to open. Instead, he passed by and went into his bedroom.

Is he grabbing his belt? Or maybe the paddle? No, the paddle is in the kitchen.

Then he walked back to the kitchen, and her belly clenched, her juices letting down, wetness gathering at the seam of her pussy. She squirmed against the increasingly uncomfortable urge to empty her bladder, and yet her clit throbbed in anticipation. She clenched her hands upon the edge of the chair, wondering if she should just run to the bathroom, or stay and ask for permission first. She didn’t want to take a chance of raising his ire any further. She’d wait.

His footsteps could be heard coming down the hall again and she clenched her cheeks on the chair, thinking about her punishment. The closer he drew, the shallower her breathing became. When the door finally opened, she swore she was seconds away from throwing up.

He walked in calmly, closing the door quietly behind him, then smiling at her as he stroked his fingers down the side of her face. “Has my girl been thinking?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“What have you been thinking about?” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her, his hands folded in his lap.

“I-I was thinking about how I shouldn’t have left the house. That I should have waited for you.” Her voice quivered with her nerves.

“That’s right. Daddy told you that he’d take you out shopping today. Now, my naughty girl will be staying in the house with a spanked bottom instead.”

She tried to be brave, but her lip quivered. He sounded so disappointed, and that bothered her more than his anger.

“What else?”

“I’m thinking about h-how I am going to be spanked, and how I’m afraid.” She dropped her eyes to look at the rug at the foot of the bed, at the way the tiny, intricate shapes of rose buds were woven throughout the pink and green threads.

“You need to be upset about getting a spanking, sweet pea — but I don’t want you afraid. Daddy will make sure your bottom is red and very sore, but I’d never hurt you. Do you know that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I do. I’m so s-sorry.”

“I believe you. But Daddy needs you to obey him.” He stood up from the bed, startling her. “Madison, do you need to use the bathroom before we start?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, you have two minutes. Hurry.”

She shuffled as quickly as her bunched pants would allow, quickly leaving to do her business, washing her hands, and rushing back.

She slowly walked into the bedroom, not looking forward
at all
to what was yet to come. He sat on the bed, crooking his finger at her. “Stand here.” He pointed between his knees.

Staring down into his deep green eyes, her belly flipped again. He still had that effect on her. She’d always felt an attraction to him. She didn’t know the reasons why at the time, and as a girl she didn’t really
want
to understand the attraction.

“For most spankings, you’ll be required to have no clothes on.” Without asking her to do it, he whisked her shirt off, leaving her with only her bra, her pants and panties still rumpled at her ankles. Before she could wrap her arms around her waist he said, “Take your pants and underwear off completely. Socks too.”

To complete the task, she had to back up or risk bumping heads with Cade. He held her arm lightly, helping her maintain her balance. Even that small gesture had her tearing up.

He cares.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone cared if she slipped, or lost her balance.
Did anyone ever care?
She picked up the pile of clothes, not sure what to do with them.

“Put them on the chair you were sitting in. You’ll have no need of them again today.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, wondering what he meant. Would he make her walk around naked all day?

Jesus, I hope not!

She returned to stand between his legs, biting her lip, not knowing his rituals yet, nor what to expect next. He turned her around so her backside faced him; she fought the urge to cover it with both her hands, knowing that act would prove to be futile. He then unclasped her bra. “Let it fall and put it on the chair with the other things.” She did as requested and walked back, standing in front of him, reaching her hands up to cover her breasts.

Cade grabbed both her wrists firmly, dragging them down to her sides. “No! You will not cover yourself in front of me.” He reached up, twisting her soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the flesh turning into steel tips under his ministrations.

“That’s how your nipples should look when you’re bared. I’ll keep those nipples puckered and tight, ready for my mouth at all times. Your body is gorgeous, girl. I can hardly wait to play with it. Too bad we aren’t able to do that today. You’ll have to wait until you’ve been a good girl. And trust me, when I can finally rub and lick you, biting your aroused flesh until you’re screaming, you’ll be glad we waited. Right now though, these pretty breasts and pussy will be denied some pleasure. Instead, you’ll be getting a firm spanking. It’s what happens to bad girls, isn’t it, Sunni?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me, sweet pea, why do you think a Daddy would give you rules? Honestly. No wrong answers.” He crossed his arms over his chest, placidly waiting for her to answer the question as she stood in front of him again.

“Well… I think it would be so I wouldn’t get hurt. Or it could be because Daddy knew from experience that something would be dangerous, unhealthy, or unwise.” She found her mind racing to think of other options, but none of the other reasons seemed to fit him.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think a Daddy would make rules to be mean, or just to watch his girl chafe under the restriction?”

“I guess so,” she said, shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes widening in surprise.

“I mean, some would. Some Daddies are mean.”

He unfolded his arms. “Do you think I’d make rules to inconvenience you? Or ask you to do something just because it would upset you?”

“No. You don’t do things like that. Do you?” Did she really still know him after so many years? Maybe he was different when it was his grown little girl versus a child. But the Cade she knew was too kind. Stern, yes, but not mean.

“No, you were right the first time. I’d never do that to my little girl. My role, as I see it, is to keep you safe, love you, cherish you, and to support you in areas you need — or want — to grow in. Part of that is discipline through rules and punishments.” He held her hand in his large one. “Does that make sense?”

“Yes.” And she felt the familiar sting behind her eyes as they welled with tears.

“Why are you crying? Tell me what you’re thinking.” His thumb stroked the top of her hand soothingly.

“You had told me last night that I was only allowed to leave the house if I was chaperoned by you. And then I tried leaving in the truck anyway — without you. You told me not to worry about my friends, but I decided to do what I wanted anyway.” Taking a deep breath, her breath trembled and her body shook. “I didn’t listen and could’ve been hurt.”

He nodded solemnly. “And on top of that, you attempted to take my truck without my permission. In my world, we call that stealing.”

A small sob escaped, and she closed her eyes. She hadn’t thought of it that way but she supposed he was right. “I keep saying I’m sorry b-because I don’t know what else to say.” She swiped at the tears running down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby. There is nothing else to say. Daddy will do all the talking now. C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

Chapter 7

C
ade tipped her over his left leg, resting her upper body on the bed, and covering her calves with his right leg. She had an adorable, sexy as hell ass and his cock had been hard since he walked into the room. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d fare through this punishment when all he wanted to do was thrust himself into her. But right now, he had a job to do. She’d put herself at risk, disobeyed a directive, and attempted to drive off with his truck. Dammit, that truck was his First Wife, and he’d be damned if he’d let it be damaged by a grown woman too stubborn to listen to his rules. Besides, what if Sunni had hurt herself? He’d just found a little girl. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt — or worse.

He ran his hand over her backside, her skin like satin. The lips of her sex peeked between her thighs, a glossy sheen over the smooth, shaved pussy. Her spicy scent had reached his nostrils earlier but he’d discounted it as his imagination. But it was plain now that his sweet Sunni appeared to enjoy the anticipation of a spanking. They’d get along just fine. He’d have to show her the fun of a ‘good girl spanking’ someday, but that would have to wait. Today, it was punishment for Sunni.

“Normally, this would qualify as a serious spanking. But because this is our first one together, I’m not going to treat it as one. I think you need to experience a normal spanking first before we progress to a severe one. That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy or light, understand?”

“Yes… Daddy.” Her tiny voice saying Daddy made his heart swell. She was just adorable.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand. He wouldn’t be doing her any favors by going light this first time. She needed to know that this was a significant infraction, but he also didn’t want to frighten her. It would be a delicate balancing act.

“You’ll keep your hands and feet out of the way to the best of your ability. If necessary, I’ll hold them for you. Crying is acceptable, but I won’t tolerate screaming or screeching. That’ll just make the punishment last longer. Accepting responsibility for your actions means taking your punishment as a grown woman, with as much dignity as possible. I understand it hurts and will do my best to help you control your hands and feet, but your cooperation is expected. Clear?” He patted her soft flesh, loving the feel of it under his hand.