The Daddy Dom

Part 30 ;That's What You Want Right?

Charlotte pressed her thighs together, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Goosebumps were crawling up her spine, but they had little to do with the cool air on her skin.

He straightened himself and looked down at her big, bright eyes.

"Close your eyes, Charlotte," he said quietly, wrapping his hand firmly around her slender neck. She did as she was told, tilting her head downwards ever so slightly for want of security. Carefully he kissed the top of her head, before moving her face up to his with a gentle grip on her chin. Their lips brushed for an instant, and then he pulled her into his chest in a firm embrace. Charlotte let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he whispered into her hair, pressing his right leg into her nether regions. "To know that Daddy is here to take care of you, all of you." Charlotte whimpered softly at the dull pain that echoed through her body from the small bruises being goaded by the pressure of his leg.

Naked as she still was, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently down on the big, soft bed. Instinctively Charlotte pulled her legs up in order to cover herself as much as possible without appearing to obvious, and looked up at him curiously, remembering the rocky events of the previous evening. Again she squeezed her thighs together, trying to contain the excitement building there. He stood watching her, aware of the fact that she was beginning to fidget with the nervous thoughts that his closed stare was nurturing with every passing second.

"Are your little girl parts tingling?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his right hand along her thighs. Charlotte's cheeks turned a dark shade of pink within seconds as she squirmed uneasily on the bed. "Charlotte, I asked you a question. I'm starting to lose my patience with your incessant need to prolong the answering of any of my questions."

Charlotte froze and turned her head away, the color slowly draining from her cheeks. She mumbled something inaudible into the blanket beneath her, afraid of making another mistake. Forcefully he gathered a handful of her hair and pulled her up into a sitting position, so that she was facing him.

"Are your little girl parts tingling?" he asked again, this time in the form of a slow and quiet growl.

Hurriedly Charlotte responded by nodding frantically, afraid to disappoint him.

But it was to late.

With a simple movement he flung her face down onto the bed, ignoring her helpless whimpering. He pushed a pillow under her underbelly and held her down. "When I ask you a question I expect you to answer it immediately, and clearly. Is that understood?" Charlotte nodded into the blanket, pushing her face to the side so that she could squeeze out a distressed "yes!"

"I will take what I want from you, whether you like it or not, but you can always make it easier or harder on yourself, little girl," he said gruffly. Before Charlotte could react to this a hard, flat hand came down on her bare, exposed ass. Charlotte let out a scream of shock and pain, writhing frantically in an attempt to free herself of his tight hold, but to no avail. He had her pinned down firmly on the bed, and another hard slap followed.

Charlotte had never been subjected to intentional pain in her entire life. She had never had any siblings with whom she could have engaged in physical fights and her parents had never laid a hand on her. She felt incensed and offended, crying out with each of the following blows, struggling as best she could to get away and out of the bed.

Pain built on pain, each hit hurting more than the previous one, until she was engulfed in a blinding wave of pain that coursed through her blood and brought tears to her eyes.

Only then did the anger and indignation give way. The pain dispersed into a flame eating her up from within, a flame that found its source between her legs and that yearned for release. She became unaware of the tears streaming down her hot, wet face and gave herself up to the relentless blows, which were both lifting her up and opening her from the inside. She heard and saw nothing, she was lost and found with each strike and her screams gave way to low moans, muffled by the blanket.

Eventually the rain of blows subsided, leaving only gentle caresses to her buttocks, as Charlotte lay heaving on the mattress, a constant flow of tears trailing down her tender cheeks.