Little Problems

Chapter 12

A few moments earlier...

"Little one." Owen drawled, a hard expression on his face as he glared his Little down. "Do not lie to me." Sang stared down at her twiddling hands, though her gaze kept flickering up to meet his in guilt. "Did you eat that candy?"

Sang whined, a pout firmly fixed on her lips as she grabbed at his arms caving against his desk. "Daddy."

"No." Owen's voice was firm and her pout deepened even further. Though he had to admit that it was adorable, he was long since immune to her expressions.

Grabbing her chin roughly in thick fingers, he forced her to stop looking away. "Did you eat that candy?"

Sang looked into his eyes for a moment, stuttering over her words before she threw her head back in another whine.

It seemed silly that her Daddy was so angry about her eating candy; she needed her five a day after all! But she knew very well that candy was only for special occasions. Admittedly, she had a bit of an addiction.

At the beginning of their relationship Sang took advantage of a very rich man willing to do anything she asked for. So mainly, she asked for candy. She wasn't used to eating candy, she wasn't used to eating an awful lot of anything to be honest. So after consuming immeasurable amounts of the sweet sweet stuff, she inevitably got pretty ill. And in Daddy's anger, he'd banned the stuff.

Unfortunately for her, it was an addiction, so she used to sneak the stuff, once even stealing some from a shop. That's when Owen realised the severity of her love. For candy, not him.

So, now they'd agreed Sang was allowed her candy on the weekends only or when he said she was allowed.

It was not the weekend.

She was not allowed.

And she'd eaten candy.

Oops?

"You're not even listening to me, brat." Sang was grabbed around the waist, her body thrown over his lap like a rag doll.

Sang shrieked, in fear or delight, she wasn't sure, but she couldn't help her cries as Owen pulled her skirt up and her panties down. "Daddy, no!"

"You ate the candy, didn't you, brat?" Owen called over her shrieks, spanking the skin on her thighs.

"Daddy!" Spank.

"Didn't you?" He slapped her again.

She nodded through her tears, moans escaping her parted lips against her will.

Owen spanked further up her thighs, not ignorant to the juices pooling between them and leaking down her legs. He rubbed them in, making the noise of his spanks louder.

"It hurts, I'm sorry!" He slapped her again, edged on by her grinding against his quickly growing dick.

"Don't apologise now, slut. I gave you a chance to earlier. But did you?" He growled out, the sounds of his slap echoing through the room.

He raised his hand again but before he could bring it down against her raw skin, the door to his office burst open. Acting on instinct, Owen grabbed Sang around her waist again, and pulled her behind him, so he was stood covering her body from view.