Page 17 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Sixteen

Millie

I don’t even have a chance to protest before I find myself flipped over Daddy’s knee, my skirt falling forward to expose my bare bottom to the air.

“Daddy, no! I don’t want a spankin’!”

“Then you should have thought of that before you ran off by yourself, little girl. That was very naughty, Camilla.”

His hand, hard as any paddle, slams into my bare bottom. And I can’t tell if it’s because he’s actually spanking harder or if I’m just so deep in my Little space that it’s making everything seem so much worse than it is, but it feels like he’s spanking the skin right off my butt with every swat.

Howling at the pain radiating through my bottom, I kick my legs in a desperate attempt to dislodge myself from his lap. But Daddy just holds me tighter, his hand never faltering as he paddles my bottom raw.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!”

To my surprise, the spanking actually ends. With two hard swats to my sit-spots, he stops and rubs the sting from my skin as I lay over his knee, sniffling and whimpering.

“No more running off, Camilla. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Five minutes on your naughty girl chair and then you can have a snuggle if you like.”

Fresh tears well in my eyes as he lifts me to my feet. “Don’t wanna sit in the naughty chair,” I mumble, reaching behind me to rub at my bottom.

“I’m sure you don’t. But you are going to sit there, and when your time is up you will need to convince me you understand why you shouldn’t have run away. If I’m not convinced, you’ll be going back over my knee and we’ll start your punishment all over again.”

The thought of another spanking and another round of timeout is enough to convince me not to argue.

So when he guides me over to the short pink stool in the corner of my nursery, I obediently lower myself down to the cool surface.

And even though the wood biting into my freshly spanked bottom isn’t the least bit comfortable, I don’t complain.

In a move that shocks me more than anything else that’s happened today, Daddy leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head.

“I know this isn’t very fun, baby. But your safety is the most important thing in the world to me, and I will not allow anyone to jeopardize that.

Especially you. Five minutes, and then you’re all done. ”

As I sit facing the corner, my mind plays the events of the day over and over again.

Not so much the other girls being mean, but the panicked look on Daddy’s face when he ran into the cafe.

The way he dropped to his knees beside me and Auntie Cat.

Him telling me that he was worried about me, that my safety is his number one priority.

This whole time, I’ve been fighting him because I didn’t really believe he wanted to be my Daddy.

I knew he wanted me, of course, was maybe even a little obsessed with me.

That’s not the same thing as being someone’s Daddy, though.

It’s not the same as truly caring about someone, about wanting them to be safe and happy and loved.

But after today, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’ve misjudged him. Maybe he does actually care about me.

That thought is somehow more disconcerting than the idea of him being an egomaniac on a power trip who couldn’t handle my rejection. The idea that I might actually get the thing I’ve wanted for so long is… terrifying.

“All right, little one. Time is up.”

Plucking me from the chair, he carries me back over to the glider, where he sits and cradles me on his lap, rocking us both gently as he presses another of those sweet little kisses to my forehead. “Do you understand why Daddy punished you, sunshine?”

“Uh-huh. I worried Miss Evelyn and you. And even though I’ve lived here a long time, I…

” I trail off, the words sticking in my throat.

But what I need to say is important, and I’m determined to get it out.

Swallowing hard past the tightness in my throat, I force the words out.

“I-I’m too Little to be out on my own. I’m really sorry, Daddy. ”

Feeling Little is one thing. Confessing out loud that I’m not only Little, but this Little is a vulnerability I’ve never allowed myself before. It’s a confession that I need him, in a way I’ve never allowed myself to need anyone else.

I’ve just offered my heart to the one man in the world capable of crushing it. And now I just have to pray he treats it with more care than he’s treated me in the past.

“You are certainly too Little to be out wandering alone. And if it ever happens again, you will be feeling Daddy’s belt on your naughty bottom. Am I understood, Camilla Joy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, would you like to play in your nursery or come downstairs to Daddy’s office for a little while?”

Again, what I want to say sticks in my chest, and I have to breathe deep to dislodge it. “Um, actually. I was kinda thinking I might take a nap.”

“You just had a nap, little one.” Frowning slightly, he presses the back of his hand to my forehead. “Are you feeling sick? You don’t feel warm…”

“No, Daddy. I wanna take a nap. In your bed. With you.”

It’s surprisingly cute watching him try to catch up with my train of thought. When he does, his eyes go wide with surprise. But only for a split second before they fill with hunger.

“In that case, I think a nap is an excellent idea.”

Donovan

Cradling Camilla in my arms, I rise from the glider and stride from her nursery, heading straight for my bedroom, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest the entire way. After a year of wanting her from afar, I can hardly believe this moment has finally come.

As I lay her out on my bed and take in the sight of my Little girl in her cute schoolgirl uniform, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still wet with tears, all I can think is nobody has ever looked more beautiful than she does right now.

On the heels of that thought comes the memory of our earlier conversation. Her confusion over being called “pretty” and her nonchalant dismissal of my opinion. My chest aches at the knowledge that she’s spent even one second of her life doubting how absolutely stunning she is.

Kneeling between her splayed thighs, I lean forward, caging her in with my arms as I lower my head to brush a soft kiss across her lips.

“My beautiful Camilla,” I murmur, turning my head to run my lips across her jawline, down her throat.

“I have wanted you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. The way you smiled at me, so big and bright and full of life, it was like a shot of heroin straight to my veins. And I knew then I’d never get enough.

You are an addiction I have no desire to quit. ”

She arches up beneath me with a gasp as I feather kisses down the side of her neck. “Daddy, please,” she whines, and I can’t help but chuckle at how sweetly pitiful she sounds.

“Not yet, naughty girl. Daddy is going to taste every inch of this beautiful body. And only when you are dripping and desperate and begging for Daddy’s cock will you get any relief. Do you know why, Camilla?”

Her eyes flutter open, the bright blue nearly eaten up by the black of her blown pupils. “W-why?”

“Because I’m your Daddy. And Daddy makes the rules. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I can see the battle playing out in her mind. Even though she’s willingly calling me Daddy, even though she’s been more Little with me today than I’ve ever seen her be with anyone, she is still holding some part of herself back. Refusing to give me all of her, for reasons I can’t fathom.

Finally, she gives a single, slow nod. “Yes, Daddy. You make the rules.”

“That’s my good girl.”

My praise brings a flush to her cheeks. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed how she reacts to being praised or complimented, and I make a mental note to do so more often.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I push the dress higher, up over her flared hips and round tummy. “So beautiful.”

“My tummy?” Genuine confusion fills her tone.

“Yes, baby. Your thighs, your hips, your tummy. Your pretty little pussy, all wet and waiting for me. Every bit of you is beautiful.”

Her nose wrinkles as she reaches for the hem of her dress to tug it down. “Not my tummy. It’s too big.”

“Arms over your head, Camilla,” I snap out, leaving no room in my tone for argument.

Eyes wide, with an odd mix of fear and excitement in the blue I find impossibly endearing, she slowly raises her arms up over her head.

“Palms on the headboard until Daddy tells you to move them.”

She obeys, pressing the flats of her hands against the solid wood of the headboard.

“Good girl.” The praise comes out as a low growl and her eyes go even wider as a delicate shudder wracks her body. “Now, if Daddy says you’re beautiful, what do you think you should say?”

“Um. Thank you?”

“That’s more like it. If you keep arguing with me, you are going to learn exactly how creative your Daddy can be when it comes to teaching naughty Little girls a lesson.”

“No fair! I’m just being honest!”

“You aren’t being honest. You’re just repeating lies someone else told you. I know you think it’s true, which is why I’m not washing your mouth out with soap. But if you keep repeating those nasty lies, I will absolutely wash them right out of your mouth. Am I understood?”

“Oh. Um. Yes, Daddy.”

She’s saying the words I want to hear, but I can tell she doesn’t mean them. Not yet.

But she will. As her Daddy, it’s my job to ensure she knows how perfect she is.

And I take my job very, very seriously.