Big Daddy Sheriff (Big Cedar Daddies #1)

Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Alyssa braced herself.

It was the following morning, and she was back home. Quinn had actually taken her there last night. The other Daddies had come to get their Littles, too, and the sleepover hadn’t even lasted until midnight.

Quinn hadn’t yelled. Hadn’t lost his cool. Didn’t even lecture her on the drive home. He’d simply hugged her, gave her a goodnight kiss, and stated they’d deal with it in the morning.

Now it was the morning. And they were dealing with it.

She was completely naked, lying flat on her back atop the bed, with her legs in the air. Quinn had called it the diaper position. It was a good description, Alyssa thought.

But instead of a diaper going on her butt it was the cane.

That dreaded, long, thin piece of wood that Quinn now held, tapping against his open palm.

“Do you understand how dangerous last night’s little stunt was?” he asked.

Alyssa hated the way he towered over her while she lay on the bed, so exposed and vulnerable. Even more, she hated the dreaded anticipation. Why did he have to lecture her? Just get to the damn spanking already!

But he was going to draw this out. With each passing second, her body shook a little more. It was hard to maintain that position, too, but she didn’t dare break it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“So you knew it was dangerous but you did it anyway?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you remembered the rules. You weren’t supposed to wander past the treehouse. But instead of obeying you went about a quarter of a mile into the woods. In the middle of the night. Without telling Theo. Does that about sum it up?”

She sniffled and nodded.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you,” he said sharply.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Plus, you disrespected Theo by sneaking out like that.” He shook his head and sighed. “I’m always proud of you, sweet girl, but I’m very disappointed by your actions. And the worst part of it is you literally could have been killed. That wasn’t just some harmless prank. You put yourself in a dangerous, life-threatening situation. And now I’m going to make sure you think before you ever do something so careless and ridiculous again. Hold still, honey.”

The first lick cracked sharply, right where her thighs met her bottom, making her cry loudly as an excruciating pain pressed upon her.

Quinn delivered a few more swats before easing off a moment. She was racked by violent sobs. They were silent at first—the pain so white-hot that sound simply collected in her throat—but then the dam broke. Her cry nearly rattled the windows.

“It h-hurts, Daddy!”

“Good. It’s supposed to. Something needs to get your attention, little girl.”

He gave her two more swats.

She continued to sob loudly.

Seemingly realizing the diaper position was too hard to maintain, he said, “Up. On all fours. Arch your back and stick your bottom out.”

He helped shift until she was in the right position atop the bed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now get ready.”

But there was no getting ready for pain like the cane could deliver. It was agonizing in all the worst ways. Lick after fiery lick brought blinding, searing agony. Her bottom felt as if it had been set ablaze.

Raised, red lines striped her pale cheeks. It would be a long time before the sting wore off. She’d have trouble sitting down for a while, too.

Good, Quinn thought. Maybe she’s snuck out into the woods for the last time.

He finished the caning with two hard swats and then stepped back, admiring his handiwork while her head sagged between her shoulders and she cried incessantly.

He put the cane down, picked up his little girl, and held her tightly, rocking and kissing the top of her head.

She melted into him.

“It’s all over, little one. Shhh.”

He gave her more kisses.

“Do you know Daddy only disciplines because of how much he loves you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said in between sobs.

“I’ll always protect you, little one. Even from yourself.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, the words coming through her continued cries.

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you, too, Daddy. More than anything.”