Page 24 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Millie
It’s been two days since my first exam as Doctor D’s Little girl and my body is still recovering. My nipples are still sensitive to even the softest touch, and my bottom aches with every step.
But Daddy has been… amazing. When we returned home from his office, he immediately carried me upstairs for a warm bath, complete with the organic bubble bath he purchased from the spa.
Afterward, he wrapped me in the fluffiest robe I’d ever seen and fed me a bottle in the glider while reading my favorite book out loud to me.
There’s been chocolate cake, plenty of cuddles, ice-cold milk, and constant streams of praise.
Oh, and not a single spanking. Not even a warning swat when I get mouthy, like I did last night after he told me it was bedtime.
All he did was bundle me up and carry me to my nursery, cooing about how fussy Little girls get when they stay up too late.
It’s almost like he’s a completely different person.
If I’d known this was what having him for a Daddy would be like, I might not have fought him so hard at the beginning.
“Camilla, be careful. You almost tripped, baby.”
Looking down, I spot the toy horse nearly a foot away from me and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes.
Not only has Daddy been amazingly attentive, he’s also been wildly overprotective.
Which wouldn’t normally bother me, but when I can’t go two minutes without him warning me to watch out or be careful , it starts to fray the nerves a bit.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
There’s a bit of a snap in my voice, intentionally so. While I’m not hating this newer, cuddlier version of my Daddy, it’s also making me a little… antsy.
And, if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m curious to see how far I can push him.
Daddy’s eyes narrow at my response, but he doesn’t scold me. “Just watch your step, sunshine.”
Now I do roll my eyes, making sure the movement is exaggerated enough there’s no doubt he could miss it.
“Camilla Joy. That was very rude. Do you need a timeout?”
Well, it’s not a spanking, but it’s the first time he’s threatened to punish me at all in over forty-eight hours, so I’ll take it as a win. “No, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Good girl.” Glancing down at his watch, he smiles. “You can have another ten minutes of playtime, but then we have to get you ready for dinner at Uncle Max’s house.”
“Do we have to go?” I whine. “I don’t wanna.”
I haven’t seen my friends since they came over the other night after they all got spanked for being mean to me, and I’m still feeling a bit unsure about my place in the group.
Even though everyone was perfectly nice to me by the time they left that evening, uncertainty still plagues me and I’d much rather spend another night at home being pampered by my Daddy.
“Yes, little one, we have to. Your Uncle Max says it’s tradition, to welcome us to the family.”
“Couldn’t we just like, exchange gifts instead?”
“Camilla.”
Warning infuses his tone, and my heart beats faster in my chest as excitement pumps through my veins. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
For a long moment, he simply stares at me. But then he smiles, just the slightest tilt of his lips, and my tummy does a slow roll as he pushes himself to his feet. “Obviously someone is feeling much better, if she’s being that sassy to her Daddy. Come here, Camilla.”
“Umm… no thanks. That’s your spankin’ face. Come back later when you’ve got your Nice Daddy face back on.”
“You’re right. This is my spanking face. Because my naughty girl has earned herself a good spanking. And if you aren’t over here by the time I get to three, I’m going to use my belt. One.”
Shit. I definitely pushed too hard. And yet, I’m not quite ready to give in. Not just because I’m trying to put off my punishment as long as possible, but because some weird, fucked-up part of me is honestly curious to see if he actually follows through considering how nice he’s been.
When I don’t move, Daddy raises an eyebrow, and again my tummy does that slow, sickening roll. “Two. I am not joking, Camilla Joy.”
“I don’t need a spanking, Daddy.”
“Oh? And what do you think you need, little girl?”
“Chocolate cake,” I answer, keeping my expression as serious as possible as I nod my head. “I think maybe my blood sugar is low and that’s why I’m acting out.”
Daddy’s lips twitch, but the stern expression doesn’t leave his face. “I think maybe you’re acting out because Daddy has spoiled you too much the past couple days. But don’t worry, I know just how to fix that. Three.”
Before I can even consider my options, he’s on me, scooping me up and carrying me to the chair.
“Daddy, no, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good forever, please don’t spank me!”
“Too late, little one. You had your chance.”
Despite my desperate struggles to escape, he manages to get my diaper off and flip me over his knee with barely any effort. “This is the spanking you would have gotten if you’d done as you were told, little girl.”
His palm smacks against my unprotected bottom and I let out a howl of pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good Daddy, I promise!”
“Those promises are easy to make when you’re getting your bare bottom spanked.”
Over and over he swats my bottom while I kick and cry over his knee. When he finally stops, every inch of skin from the top of my bottom to the tops of my thighs feels like it's been set on fire.
“If you’d come to me when I told you to, you could be getting snuggles and a bottle right now.” He shifts, and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone reaches my ears. “But you didn’t, did you, Camilla Joy? You chose to be naughty and defiant instead.”
The word defiant lands like a physical blow to my stomach and my struggles immediately cease. And this time when I speak, there is real contrition in my voice. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to be defiant.”
“I believe you, baby. But you’re still getting six swats with Daddy’s belt for not listening.”
Pain explodes across my bottom as the thick leather connects with my flesh and I arch back, tears filling my eyes at the sharp sting. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Once, twice, three times the belt strikes, leaving a fire of agony in its wake each time.
“When Daddy tells you to do something, what do you do, Camilla Joy?”
“F-follow your in-instructions.”
“Good girl. Three more.”
The final three are even sharper than the first set, and by the time he finishes, I’m a sobbing, snotty mess over his knee.
“Shhh, come here, little one. Let Daddy hold you.”
Cradling me in his arms, he sets the glider rocking with his foot, humming my song as we rock. The movement calms me, and it isn’t long before my tears dry and I cuddle closer to him with a contented sigh.
“Feeling better, my sunshine?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He presses a kiss to the top of my hair, and my heart swells at the sweet, simple gesture. “Are you going to be on your best behavior for Uncle Max and the rest of our family?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my sweet little girl. Come on. Let’s get you ready for dinner.”
Millie
Standing on Uncle Max’s front porch in the pretty blue dress Daddy says matches my eyes perfectly, I shift nervously from foot to foot.
“What’s wrong, little one?”
“Nothin’,” I lie, not wanting to ruin the evening for him. He seems so excited about it, though why he’s so excited about dinner I'm not really sure.
Crouching down so he can look me in the eye, he brushes a stray curl from my face. “Be honest with Daddy, sunshine. What’s bothering you?”
If he’d gone all strict Daddy on me, I probably would have put up a fight. But there’s something about this sweeter side of him that’s impossible to resist. “I’m worried I still won’t fit in with my friends.”
“My sweet little girl. Your friends are so very excited to see you. Uncle Max told me so.”
“Really?” That does help to calm the churning of my stomach. “It’s just, the last time I saw them was ‘cause I got them all in trouble.”
“No, they got themselves in trouble. And that’s all behind us now. But I tell you what. If anything happens that upsets you, just come tell Daddy and we can leave.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
The door swings open, revealing a grinning Uncle Max. “Welcome, Donovan. Millie. Victoria and Isabella and Natalie are all upstairs playing. We’re just waiting on Jasper and Juliet.”
“Thank you for inviting us. And including us in your… tradition.”
There’s something odd about the way Daddy says that word. And in the way Uncle Max’s eyes flash when he says it.
“We’re happy to have you joining us. Would you like to take Millie upstairs to play with the others?”
Giving my hand a reassuring squeeze, Daddy smiles down at me. “Would you like that, sunshine?”
Part of me wants to stay with him. But if we’re really going to be part of this family, then I need to at least try to be friends with the other girls. “Uh-huh.”
“I’ll take you up.”
Uncle Max leads us up the stairs to Victoria’s nursery.
It’s set up almost exactly like mine, but with the walls painted a happy pink instead of my blue.
Victoria is there, with Isabella and Natalie, all of whom look up when we enter, their faces lighting up with smiles as their happy screeches fill the room.
“Millie!”
As one, they leap to their feet and make a dash for me, throwing their arms around me and jumping up and down. And just like that, all my reservations about tonight disappear on a sea of happy squeals and hugs.
“All right girls, give her some room to breathe.” Uncle Max chuckles as he tugs Victoria away from our group. “Nobody wants to deal with Doctor D if you smother his Little girl to death.”
Stepping back a bit, Natalie snorts out a laugh. “I’m sure that would be just dreadful .”
The others all slap a hand over their mouths, but it does little to hide their laughter.
It takes everything I have not to join them, and luckily for all of us Uncle Jasper steps through the door of the nursery, Juliet by his side, distracting us all from our mirth.
In a finger snap, the atmosphere changes, as if the very air itself is holding its breath, waiting to see what happens.
“Juliet!” Victoria’s happy cry breaks the strained silence, and once again we’re all one big group, hugging and chatting and giggling as our Daddies stand watch.
Seemingly satisfied we’ll all get along just fine without them, Uncle Max claps my Daddy on the shoulder and grins.
“Cat is going to be late, but I’ve got a bottle of scotch downstairs with our names on it, and a video monitor.
They’ll be fine up here. And I’m sure they’ll be on their best behavior, won’t you, Victoria Rose? ”
“Yes, Daddy! We won’t get in any trouble, promise!”
“Good girl.”
Daddy doesn’t look quite convinced. Worry flickers in his eyes as he kneels beside me. “You’re sure you’ll be all right up here by yourself?”
“Uh-huh. Everyone is being really nice.”
“All right. But like Uncle Max said, there’s a monitor up here, so you just yell if you need me. Okay?”
Warmed by his concern, I throw my arms around his neck and press a noisy kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be okay, Daddy. Really.”
“Okay.” He hesitates, just a moment, before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close for a tight hug. “Be good and don’t let the others talk you into any mischief, or it’s double the spankings for you.”
“I won’t, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
With another tight squeeze, he releases me and rises to his feet. “Lead the way, gentlemen.”
As soon as the sound of their footsteps fade, Juliet grins and rubs her hands together. “All right, girls. What kind of trouble are we getting into tonight?”