Daddy’s Firm Hand

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I t’s difficult to know just how naughty to go.

I wanted to get a spanking, that was for sure. I wanted a hard spanking, something that would get me squirming and would leave a mark on my butt, but I didn’t want to do anything too bad, because I didn’t want to upset Daddy.

It was tough.

As I lay in bed on the morning of the next day, I mentally reviewed the rules we had carefully established together for our play sessions. My mind settled on one in particular—the rule about not leaving the playroom without his express permission. A small, mischievous smile crept across my face. That was the one I would bend, the transgression that would hopefully prompt the firmer response I craved from Daddy.

And if it didn’t, I’d just have to keep trying.

I rose and began getting ready, fingers trembling slightly as I buttoned up my pastel blouse and smoothed my plaid skirt, the girlish outfit hinting at my Little side. I tied my chestnut hair back with a sparkly bow and took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Grabbing my purse, I headed out to face the day, both apprehensive and eager to see what would unfold.

It was hard to believe that I might get spanked today. Kinky spanked.

Would it just hurt, or might I feel something else, too?

When I arrived at work, I went through the motions, typing up reports and responding to emails, but my mind was far away, consumed with thoughts of my upcoming session with David. I fidgeted in my chair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling a thrill at the uncertainty of how he would react. Would he scold me sternly, those piercing blue eyes flashing with disapproval? Would he put me over his knee for a sound spanking, his strong hands reddening my bottom? I shivered at the thought, desire and nervousness coiling in my belly.

"Good morning, Candy!" Janet greeted me cheerfully as she passed by my desk.

We chitchatted for a few minutes, but I had trouble keeping up my end of the conversation, my mind continuously wandering to David. I hoped Janet didn't notice how distracted I was. The hours crawled by with agonizing slowness as I watched the clock, willing the day to pass more quickly. But I also savored the build-up of anticipation, the tantalizing promise of what was to come.

Finally, mercifully, it was time to meet Daddy.

I never got tired of stepping into the playroom. It felt like I was shrugging off a costume, and finally able to be my true self, each and every time I pushed open those imposing doors.

The playroom enveloped me like a soothing embrace as I stepped inside, the familiar sweet scent wrapping around me. David's commanding presence filled the space, both daunting and comforting all at once.

"There's my sweet girl," he greeted me, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Ready to play?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak past the tightness in my throat. We settled onto the plush rug, diving into our usual routine of make-believe and building towering block castles. But even as I stacked colorful wooden pieces with clumsy fingers, my mind raced, scheming and strategizing my impending mischief.

David, astute as ever, seemed to sense my distraction. "Everything alright, baby girl? You seem far away today."

"Yes, Daddy." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "Just tired from work, that's all." I forced a smile, praying he couldn't hear the frenetic thudding of my heart.

“You’ve been working very hard. I appreciate it. Now you get to play hard, too.” His smile was so broad and kind, it made me feel doubly hard for lying.

Would he enjoy spanking me? Would it be a treat for him? Would he take my panties off, or spank me through my clothes?

My mouth was practically watering.

Minutes ticked by, each one ratcheting up the tension coiling in my belly. I watched David from the corner of my eye, waiting, biding my time until the perfect moment presented itself. When he rose and headed for the supply cabinet, muttering something about finding more toys, I knew it was now or never.

Hardly daring to breathe, I crept to the playroom door, feeling very much like a naughty toddler sneaking from her crib in the dead of night. With trembling hands, I turned the knob, wincing as it squeaked in protest. I cast one last glance over my shoulder, heart seizing at the sight of David's broad back... and then I slipped out into the unknown.

The hallway stretched before me, a forbidden wonderland begging to be explored. Giddy terror surged through my veins as I scurried along the hardwood, peeking into rooms I'd never dared enter before. Each one held some new delight - an opulent guest suite, a sunroom bursting with orchids, an oil painting of a ship weathering a violent storm.

But even as I marveled, apprehension gnawed at my gut. I knew I was being bad, deliciously, deliriously naughty. What would David do when he discovered my disobedience? The thought alone made me clench, heat pooling between my thighs.

Heart galloping, I turned a corner and froze. There, at the end of the corridor, stood a slightly ajar door, almost beckoning me closer. Something about it felt momentous, weighted with significance. Mouth dry, I crept nearer, the plush carpeting muffling my footfalls. With a tentative hand, I pushed it open, and gasped.

This had to be David’s private study. Towering mahogany shelves lined the walls, crammed with what must have been thousands of books. A massive desk dominated the center of the room, its surface strewn with papers and glinting metal instruments I couldn't identify. The air smelled of leather and ink and secrets.

Reverent, I tiptoed inside, trailing my fingers along the spines of aged novels, their titles embossed in peeling gold leaf. A shiny object caught my eye—a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. Temptation swelled within me. Surely one little sip couldn't hurt?

I reached for it, pulse throbbing in my ears, lips parting in anticipation. But before I could make contact, a throat cleared behind me. I whirled around and my heart plummeted to my shoes.

David leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, one eyebrow cocked. Even shrouded in shadows, his expression spoke volumes—and promised retribution.

"Candy," he said softly, his tone belying the steel in his eyes, "what do you think you're doing, young lady?"

A hot flush crept up my neck as I snatched my hand back, secretly thrilled by the endearment despite my precarious position. "I . . . I was just looking," I stammered, trying for wide-eyed innocence. “Exploring.”

David pushed off the doorjamb and prowled towards me, each measured step ratcheting up the tension coiling in my belly. "Looking? Exploring?" he repeated, rolling the word around like a fine wine. "In my private study, where you know you're not allowed."

He halted a mere foot away, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his intoxicating scent of spice and man. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my breath shallow, every nerve ending crackling with electricity.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, but inside, anticipation swelled. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, the reason I'd orchestrated this whole forbidden adventure. I wanted to see how he'd react, what he'd do to me. I wanted to feel his discipline, his control. “I didn’t mean to be naughty. I just got too excited.”

David searched my face for a long moment, his jaw clenched. Then, slowly, purposefully, he undid his silver cuff links and began rolling up his sleeves. My mouth went dry at the flex of corded muscles.

"You just got too excited? You didn’t do this . . . deliberately?"

I took a deep breath, knowing I had to be honest. As much as I wanted to look away, I forced myself to meet his intense gaze. "I was exploring," I insisted, unable to suppress a slight smile despite my nervousness. "But, yeah, I know I wasn't supposed to leave the playroom without asking."

David nodded slowly, seeming to appreciate my honesty while also recognizing the deliberate nature of my transgression. "So, you did remember our rules about staying in the playroom unless we agree otherwise," he reminded me gently, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

A charged silence stretched between us as he awaited my response. My cheeks warmed and my palms grew damp. It was now or never. I had to tell him the truth about what I really wanted.

Gathering my courage, I replied softly, "I wanted to see what would happen if I broke a rule. I was hoping you'd . . . respond differently." I held my breath, anxious anticipation fluttering in my stomach.

One dark eyebrow arched as understanding dawned on David's handsome face. "Are you saying you wanted a specific consequence?" he asked, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

My blush deepened and I nodded, barely able to get the words out. "Yes, I wanted to experience a different kind of discipline," I confessed in a breathy whisper, desire and apprehension swirling inside me.

David's piercing gaze held mine for a long, intense moment. Then he gestured to the plush armchair beside us. "Let's sit down and discuss this openly, Candy."

I followed him to the chair on shaky legs, perching on the edge of the seat as he sat across from me. My heart raced as I tried to organize my jumbled thoughts.

"I've been thinking about it a lot lately," I began hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. "About...spanking. As a form of discipline." I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes, gauging his reaction.

David leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he listened attentively. His expression was thoughtful, encouraging me to continue.

"I feel ready to try incorporating it into our sessions," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nervously, I searched his face for signs of disapproval or rejection. Instead, I found only patience and understanding in his startling blue eyes.

"I'm glad you're being honest with me about your desires, sweetheart," David said warmly. “And I forgive you for breaking the rules on purpose. I understand exactly why you did it.”

“You do?”

“Of course. This is all new to you, and you’re pushing your boundaries. It’s only natural. Now if I was being super strict, and I knew that you only broke the rules to get a spanking, I wouldn’t spank you.”

“Mean!”

“Right. But I’m okay with occasional funishments for my little girl.”

Relief washed over me at his accepting response.

“So you are going to spank me?”

He nodded, a wicked look on his handsome face. “I am. And I’m going to do a little roleplay, if you’ll indulge me.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to play out a scene. I’m going to pretend that I’m very disappointed with you.”

My heart raced. “That sounds kinda scary.”

“It might feel that way, but remember, if it’s ever too intense, just use the word ‘Red,’ and it’ll stop. I think you may also find it quite thrilling.”

“And how should I act?”

“It’s up to you. You can be defiant. Or repentant. Or confident. Whatever you feel like.”

“I might try defiant,” I said. “I’m never normally naughty, so it might be fun to try it.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready for the scene to begin?”

I nodded.

“Remember, I’m going to be acting, and I won’t break character unless you use your safeword. I’ll assume that you’re enjoying yourself, unless you tell me otherwise. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Then, his face shifted. The softness was gone, replaced entirely by withering disappointment.

“What a shame,” he said, his voice dismissive and cruel. “Breaking the rules again . I’m afraid this time, it’s going to be very serious for you.”

“I don’t care,” I said, pouting, trying out my defiant character.

“You’ll care soon, young lady. Trust me on that.”

He sat on the expensive-looking chair and motioned to his lap. “Come here and lay down on me.”

“No,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Every time you defy me, you earn yourself an extra spank,” he said. “I suggest that you do as I ask, immediately.”

I felt a thrill run up and down my spine. I loved how commanding and dominant he sounded. There was no way I could say no to him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said.

“Call me Sir, please, while I’m disciplining you.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Before I knew it, I was lying across his lap, my skirt pulled up to reveal my panties. His hand rested on my behind for a brief moment before he spoke again.

"I'm going to spank you five times for breaking the rules, young lady," he said, his voice firm and controlled. "And remember, each time you defy me after this, it will be an extra spank."

With every word, the anticipation grew thicker and thicker. Despite my defiant exterior, my heart was pounding. I braced myself for the first impact.

“Aren’t you going to take my panties off?” I asked, struggling not to squirm. The anticipation was overwhelming—I felt as though I could barely breathe.

“No questions,” he said, firmly.

“But why?”

“You just earned yourself an extra spank.”

“So unfair!”

“Two extra spanks.”

I bit my tongue.

“Good girl.”

I lapped up his praise. It was fun to be naughty, but it felt really good to be good.

“Now, every time I spank you, I want you to say, ‘Thank you, Sir, for helping me obey the rules.’”

“Yes, Sir.”

I imagined him looking at my ass. I wondered if his eyes were fixed on my pretty pink panties, or if he was dreaming about what the skin under my clothes make look like.

I gasped as he let his hand rest on my skin, and I heard his breath hitch. He had to be finding this as hot as I was, right? His hand felt so strong, as he gently squeezed my ass. My heart quickened.

His hand rose back up, and I could feel the tension in my body. I knew what was coming, and yet I couldn't help but beg for more, craving the discipline that he was ready to deliver.

The first spank landed with a loud smack, my skin flaring in shock at the sudden impact. The heat spread quickly, radiating outwards from where his hand had met my flesh. My breath hitched in my throat, and I gasped out, "Thank you, Sir, for helping me obey the rules."

He'd expected that response, but he still rewarded me with a gentle stroke on my back. I could feel his fingers linger there for an extra moment, soothing where the spank had just hurt.

The second spank landed with equal intensity, and again I couldn't help but respond with a small moan. My body seemed to have a mind of its own, reacting to his touch even as my mind tried to question the situation rationally.

The third spank was even harder than the previous ones, and I yelped in surprise. My body jerked involuntarily, and I felt a warm, wet sensation between my legs. I hadn't realized that I was getting so wet—my panties must have been soaked through.

"Is it hurting too much, young lady?" he asked, his voice still controlled and calm.

"No, Sir," I managed to reply through clenched teeth. "I can take it. In fact, I can barely feel it.”

He paused for a second. “Is that so?”

My butt was still tingling with the sensation. I could definitely feel it. “Yes Sir. Have you started yet?”

Sir paused for a moment, contemplating my defiance with an amused look on his face. "You're a feisty one, aren't you, Candy?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, pride swelling within me.

Before he could respond, I felt his hand reach between my legs, grazing over the soaked material that now covered my arousal. My breath hitched as I felt him slip a finger under the elastic waistband of my panties, and then another.

"You're wet, Candy," he said, his voice low and intense. "Very wet."

I blushed at his words, feeling my face grow hot.

"I can feel how turned on you are," he continued, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, my body trembling with desire.

He chuckled quietly and removed his hand from between my legs. "I'm disappointed that you broke the rules again.”

My breath quickened as I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, slowly drawing them down to expose my bare skin to the cool air.

I was quaking with lust. How could he do this to me?

“Not fair,” I managed, through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me?”

I whimpered as he spanked me again, my body jerking uncontrollably with each swat. My mind was a blur of sensations, my body on fire with desire for him.

Each spank sent a thrill of pain and pleasure through me, making my heart race in anticipation for what was to come. My moans became louder and more desperate with each pass, until I realized that I was about to climax from the intensity of it all.

Was this even possible?

I couldn't help but shout out his name as the spanks grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My heart pounded in my chest, as my breath grew ragged and shallow. My body felt like it was on the verge of exploding with every strike, and I knew that the release I sought was just around the corner.

"S-Sir," I gasped out, "I'm going to... I'm going to..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as I felt myself teetering on the edge of climax.

I squirmed in his lap, frantically seeking friction against his muscular thighs. Arousal clouded my mind, my body taking over as I ground myself shamelessly on him, chasing the elusive peak.

With a particularly forceful spank, I suddenly shattered, my climax hitting me like a tidal wave. I cried out, shuddering and clenching as ecstasy rolled through me in pulsing waves.

Distantly, I registered the hard bulge of David's erection pressing into my hip. Still reeling from the intense sensations, I twisted to face him with hooded eyes.

"Please, I need more, I want to feel you," I panted deliriously, too far gone to feel embarrassed by the wanton need in my voice.

David inhaled sharply, clearly affected by my words, but he shook his head reluctantly. "Not yet, babygirl. You're too overwhelmed right now. I need to take care of you first."

Gently, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. I wanted to protest, but exhaustion was rapidly overtaking me. As he carried me to the couch, murmuring soothing praises, I realized dimly that he was right.

My mind felt hazy, my limbs heavy and uncoordinated. I melted into him as he sat down, arranging me comfortably in his lap. With tender hands, he stroked my hair, encouraging me to nuzzle into his neck.

Wrapped in his strong embrace, I slowly drifted back down from the endorphin high, my racing heart gradually steadying. David's calm, solid presence anchored me, making me feel cherished and protected as I floated in the peaceful aftermath.

Time seemed to slow, stretching out into a blissful eternity. I breathed in his clean, masculine scent, letting it fill my lungs and soothe me. His heartbeat thrummed a steady rhythm beneath my cheek, and I found myself instinctively matching my breaths to his, as if we were two halves of a whole.

I’d made it. He’d spanked me, and I’d survived.

David's hand traced gentle circles on my back, his touch both calming and electrifying. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked softly, his deep voice rumbling through his chest.

"Good," I mumbled, my words muffled against his shirt. "Really good. A little fuzzy, but . . . happy." I pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, my eyes shining with wonder. "I never knew it could be like this."

His lips curved in a warm smile, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "You did beautifully, Candy. I'm so proud of you for trusting me, for being brave enough to explore this side of yourself."

I ducked my head, a pleased flush spreading across my cheeks at his praise. "Thank you for making me feel so safe, Daddy," I whispered. "For understanding what I needed, even when I couldn't put it into words."

David tipped my chin up, his expression tender yet serious. "Always, babygirl. Your well-being is my top priority. I'll never push you beyond what you're ready for."

Emotion swelled in my chest, overwhelming in its intensity. I surged forward, capturing his lips in a fervent kiss, pouring all my gratitude and affection into the contact. He reciprocated with equal ardor, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair.

When we finally parted, breathless and flushed, David rested his forehead against mine. "As much as I'd love to continue this," he murmured ruefully, "I think a hot bath is in order. You need to decompress properly."

The mention of a bath sent a shiver of anticipation through me. The idea of David's strong hands massaging away the tension in my muscles, washing me with reverent care . . . it sounded like heaven.

"That sounds perfect," I agreed, my voice hushed with longing. "Will you join me?"

His eyes darkened, a hint of hunger flickering in their depths, but he reined it in with visible effort. "Not this time, sweetness. Tonight is all about you."

Before I could voice my disappointment, he rose smoothly to his feet, lifting me effortlessly in his arms. I looped my arms around his neck, relishing the feeling of being cherished and protected as he carried me to the bathroom.

The sight that greeted me stole my breath. Dozens of candles flickered on every surface, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was perfumed with the delicate scent of jasmine, the fragrance curling around us like an ethereal embrace.

David set me down gently, his hands skimming reverently over my curves as he divested me of my remaining clothing. I shivered under his touch, my skin prickling with heightened sensitivity. He guided me to the oversized tub, the steaming water an inviting caress against my flesh as I stepped in.

As I sank into the silky depths, David knelt beside the tub, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He reached for a soft sponge, dipping it into the fragrant water before trailing it over my shoulders, my collarbones, my breasts. Each languid stroke was an act of worship, a silent declaration of his devotion.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked, his voice low and honeyed.

“I’m not.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you to talk down about yourself.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. Why don’t you try praising yourself?”

“What should I say?”

“Say something that’s true about yourself. Something good.”

I thought for a moment, then said the only thing I could think of.

“I’m . . . brave.”

“You are,” he said, warmly.

Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes, the sincerity in his words piercing straight to my heart. I covered his hand with my own, twining our fingers together. "I never thought I could have this," I confessed tremulously. "Someone who truly sees me, who accepts all of me."

David brought our joined hands to his lips, brushing a tender kiss across my knuckles. "You deserve nothing less, Candy. I'm honored that you've chosen to share yourself with me, flaws and all."

I smiled tremulously, emotion threatening to overwhelm me once more. "I'm not always going to get it right," I warned, a hint of anxiety creeping into my voice. "Breaking that rule... it wasn't the healthiest way to ask for what I needed."

"No, it wasn't," he agreed, his tone gentle but firm. "But we'll learn together. We'll communicate openly, honestly. I'll help you find the words when you struggle."

In the flickering candlelight, cradled by jasmine-scented water and David's steadfast devotion, I finally understood what it meant to be truly cherished. And I knew, with bone-deep certainty, that I would never let this precious gift slip through my fingers.