Page 51 of Daddy’s Naughty List (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #4)

Chapter Fifteen

Connor

In the parking lot behind the courthouse, Bliss curled in Connor’s lap in the seat of his car as he did his best to control his rage. The first day of the hearing had been one clusterfuck after another. The only good thing had been, this being Darling, the judge had agreed to let him take the witness stand first so he could sit by his babygirl through the rest of that farce.

The only one who’d remained calm had been Raleigh. The man was unflappable. He questioned each witness who took the stand and did an excellent job of countering the picture Rochelle Talon and her minions had attempted to paint.

But even with all Raleigh’s efforts, by the end of the day, CPS had portrayed his girl as someone in way over her head who was incapable of providing safe living conditions for the twins. That woman, Talon—who Bliss called the Seagull—had shown only the things she’d found before he had moved in with Bliss. She’d made it sound like the conditions had not changed and implied Bliss had neither the desire nor the ability to care for her children properly.

Then Sandy Wainwright had taken the stand and cried… fucking cried … on the stand about how the children came to Bundles of Joy in dirty clothes, soiled diapers, hungry, with no bottles or snacks provided by Bliss. It was nothing but lies, but it was her word against Bliss’s since Sandy was the only worker in the room most of the time.

The most damning thing she’d done was show pictures of Sadie with bruises on her legs and arms. They were obviously fake, but Raleigh hadn’t been about to get them thrown out. Connor had wanted to storm up to that witness stand and rip her fucking head off.

He had never wanted to hit a woman before. Not once. Until today. He wouldn’t, of course. Not after the way he’d watched his dad beat the shit out of his mom on a regular basis. It was why he kept such tight control over himself and his emotions.

It was why he hadn’t trusted himself around Sadie, Sophie, and Nori. But he was nothing like his dad. He’d cut off his arm before he’d hurt one of those girls.

He wanted to give them the best life he could. One full of love and joy and peace. As a matter of fact, he’d been working for the past two weeks on a surprise for Bliss. He’d planned on showing it to her on Christmas Eve, but after the day she’d had, he decided to do it today.

She hadn’t moved since he’d pulled her onto his lap. Even more startling, she hadn’t spoken. Yeah, this surprise was just what his babygirl needed. Carrying her to the passenger side, he put her in the seat and buckled her seatbelt. Before he got back in the car, he called Reid and asked him to keep the girls a few more hours. He needed some time with his babygirl alone.

Bliss stared out the window on the way back to her house, deep in her own thoughts. Trying to think of anything he could do to make her feel better, he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Try not to worry, babygirl.”

She didn’t take her eyes off the window. “I can worry if I want to.” She snapped at him in a tone of voice he’d never heard her use before.

It hit him that he knew exactly what his babygirl needed. She needed her Daddy to help her get rid of all the stress and emotions she had bottled up inside. She’d been so brave today. He was so proud of her. She’d stayed calm and still while people lied about her. She was no doubt sad, angry, and terrified. But she was stuffing all those feelings down, trying to be brave. But that was his job now. And another of his jobs was to give her a way to release all the pent up anger and fear.

Using his sternest Daddy voice, he put that plan into action. “I can’t make you not worry, little girl. But if you don’t change your tone, I can give you something new to worry about.”

Her fists clenched as they pulled up in front of her house. Perfect timing. “You aren’t the boss of me.” With defiance etched in her glare, she dared him to prove her wrong, and he was happy to oblige.

“That’s two, trouble. Be very careful what you say next.” He parked the car, moving toward her door to help her out of the car when she flung the door open with such force, it bounced back toward her, almost knocking her off her feet.

He was on her in two steps. “That’s three. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Taking her by the hand, he led her into the house and straight to the bedroom.

She struggled against his pull, not really trying to escape his hold. He continued through the bedroom and marched her into the bathroom. He’d stashed his bag of toys in the closet, and she hadn’t even known it was there.

“I know you’ve had a hard day, but that is no excuse to be rude. Nor is it a free pass to treat other people’s things carelessly. Now it’s time for you to remember what happens when you choose to disobey the rules.”

“Fine,” she snapped out. “I’m sorry I hurt your precious door.”

Oh, his naughty girl was on a roll. He wondered how long it would take for her to regret her choices. His goal was to help her get out of her head and get rid of all the pent up feelings she’d packed down tight all day. That being said, he had no intention of putting up with a brat.

Time to start step one of the plans he’d made in the car. Turning her to face the mirror over the sinks, he stepped behind her. “You looked beautiful in court today, Bliss. But these pants and jacket are much too grown-up for the way you’re behaving.”

First, he removed her jacket. Reaching around her waist, he worked the fastening on her pants loose. “I want you looking at yourself in the mirror, trouble. Let’s see if we can give you something new to think about. Put your palms flat on the counter.” He slid her pants past her hips, letting them fall and puddle at her feet.

He pressed his cock against the crack of her ass, smiling when she shivered. He’d bet her nipples were pebbled, but he’d find out soon enough. “You won’t be needing these anymore, either.” Hooking his thumbs in the elastic of the panties, he tugged those down as well.

Her face was already flushed. Was that from embarrassment or arousal?

When her panties joined her pants around her ankles, she slid her hands off the counter to cover her pussy.

He smacked her ass twice on each cheek. “Did I tell you to move your hands, naughty girl?”

She squeaked and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Put them back where they were. If you move them again, your punishment will increase.”

Once her hands were back in place, he took his time unbuttoning her blouse, then removing it and her bra. He’d been right. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Perfect.

“Step out of your pants, babygirl. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” When she was free of them, he picked them up and put them with the rest of her clothes. “Now spread your legs wider apart and put your hands on top of your head.”

He watched her do as she was told as his cock throbbed. Who was being punished here?

“Good girl. Now do not move.”

Bliss

Bliss stared at her reflection in the mirror. The stone countertop chilled her palms. She’d had a horrible day, and now she was in trouble with her Daddy. She’d been hateful to him, lashing out to try and get rid of the yuck lodged in her chest. No wonder she was about to get her butt spanked.

Could this day just be over?

Her nerves prickled as she watched him digging through a bag in the closet she hadn’t known was there. She hated this. She did. So, what was the aching in her nipples and the needy thrum in her pussy about?

The knot in her chest tightened when he stood and prowled back to the counter. His eyes held the promise of something she couldn’t quite decipher, but it made her pulse beat faster.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, her voice husky.

“Not yet, you’re not.” The throaty rumble in his voice caused her breath to catch. “But the night is young.”

He reached for a hand towel and placed it on the counter between her hands. The heat in her belly dropped to her core when he placed the things he’d pulled from his bag onto the cloth. Her pussy went from a thrum to a throb.

She’d read about the things he’d laid out, but she’d never used them. She’d imagined it though. Those pictures came flaring to life in her head and the struggles of the day faded. All she could think about was right here, right now.

“Look in the mirror, babygirl. Look at how gorgeous you are. Tell Daddy what you see.”

Slowly, she raised her gaze from the counter to her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t like looking at herself. She already knew what she’d see. What did he want her to say?

He stepped behind her again. The rough denim of his jeans fired her nerves as he slid his hips across her bottom. Leaning forward, he nipped the lobe of her ear. “Would you like me to tell you what I see?”

She had lost the ability to form words, so she nodded, suddenly desperate to know what he saw.

He wrapped his hand around her throat. “I see intoxicating eyes filled with need. I see the sexy pink flush on your cheeks.” He caressed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I see lips parted and waiting for my kiss. We’ll get to that later.”

Sliding his fingers down her chest, he palmed her breasts with his hands. “I see breasts that fit perfectly in my hands and rosy nipples that are hard and begging to be touched.”

He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging them until she thought she’d scream. Closing her eyes, the back of her head fell to his shoulder as her breathing quickened.

She jerked back up and cried out in shock, her gaze flying back to her reflection, when a sharp smack landed on her right nipple. It throbbed as the light pink form of his fingers bloomed over her breast. “Did Daddy say you could close your eyes, babygirl?”

She drew in a breath to answer. “N-no, Daddy.”

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

He reached to the towel and lifted two thin silver nipple clamps. A large, jeweled snowflake dangle from each. “Never let it be said I don’t know how to celebrate the holidays,” he said as he stepped to her side.

Lowering his mouth to her breast, he enveloped her entire nipple, licking and scraping his teeth across the sensitive bud and sucking. When he pulled away, her nipple was a deep rose color, and her nipple was huge. He moved to her other breast and repeated everything.

Pulling away, he said, “This is going to pinch, but you’re going to breathe through the pain and take Daddy’s nipple clamps like a big girl, aren’t you?”

His eyes burned with desire. For her. In that moment she could have done anything for him. Except speak. Her voice had disappeared, so she nodded, earning the “good girl,” that always shot straight to her sex.

Tugging on her nipples in turn, he caught them in the clamps. There was a flash of pain, but nothing she couldn’t handle. He moved behind her again, cupping and bouncing her breasts, causing the snowflakes to jingle like bells.

“Baby, your nipples are so beautiful when they’re decorated. Daddy will have to find clamps for every holiday.”

The groan that escaped her throat at his words had nothing to do with complaint. Her heart skittered when he reached for the other item on the towel.

He held it up for her to examine. “Tell me, trouble. Have you ever read about butt plugs in those books of yours?”

Wordlessly, she nodded, and he continued.

“I thought as much. So, you know how this works. I want you to bend over and place your hands on your knees. You are to keep watching yourself in the mirror. I want you to see yourself taking my plug. This is the smallest one. If you close your eyes, I have larger plugs in my bag, and I’ll be happy to use them. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she answered immediately. Good lord. The one he had out already looked huge. There was no way it would fit.

“Good girl. Now bend over like Daddy said.”

The idea of bending over so he could put… that inside her bottom ramped up the fire in her cheeks to a raging inferno. But the fire lower inside her burned hotter as well. Pretending she had no choice made it easier. She could do this. If she was honest with herself, she wanted to do this.

Bending over at the waist, she put her hands on her knees and tilted her head so she could see in the mirror. Her breasts hung down and the weight of the snowflakes tugged at her nipples. The clamps didn’t hurt, but the steady pressure on her nipples was a constant reminder and sent pulses of pleasure throughout her body.

Her breath caught at the small pop of a cap being opened. Anticipation held her breathless.

His hand pressed gently on her lower back. The heat of his palm sizzled her already fraught emotions higher. “Arch your back, babygirl, and open your legs wider. That will make things go easier.”

She did as she was told, bracing for the unknown. Seconds later, she yelped in surprise when his finger traced along the lips of her labia then sunk deep into her core. Her protest morphed to pleasured moans as he slid his finger out, then pushed it back in harder. “My babygirl likes the thought of taking her Daddy’s plug up her tight ass. That’s good, seeing as one day soon you’ll be taking Daddy’s cock in that dark channel.”

His words were so naughty, so dirty. So hot. God, his finger was amazing. He knew exactly where to put pressure to send her pleasure skyrocketing. She whined in protest when she lost his finger, which earned her a solid spank.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, greedy girl. Be patient.”

He dipped his finger in her slick channel once more, this time running his finger across her taint and tapping her most intimate hole. The shockwave of pleasure it sent through her body was just wrong. How could something so forbidden feel so good? And why was something that felt that good forbidden?

“Reach back and spread your bottom for me.”

He seemed to think that was a perfectly normal request.

It. Was. Not.

“What?” Her voice came out as a squeak. She stared at him, slack jawed, in the mirror.

His lips might be frowning, but his eyes twinkled. “I said, reach back and pull the cheeks of your ass apart. Wide.” He must have read the protest on her face and decided to nip it in the bud. “If you do not mind me, two things are going to happen. I’m going to use the bigger plug like I promised. But when it comes time for your punishment, and you do have a punishment coming, I’m going to spank that pretty bottom hole until it’s red and swollen. Now spread your bottom cheeks for Daddy.”

In the history of hot red faces, none had ever been as hot or red as hers was right then. She could feel it radiating. Humiliation, that should have cooled her desire, flooded her pussy with her juices.

The thought of spreading her bottom so he could see her hole was mortifying. Watching herself in the mirror was even more so. It was also electrifying. And if she didn’t get relief from the desperate, aching need in her pussy soon, she was going to explode.

Reluctantly, she reached behind her and did what he told her to do. Spreading like that stretched her bottom hole, making it clench and release, once again increasing the mounting need consuming her.

She gasped when his finger, slick with lube, circled her dark hole, coating it thoroughly. She’d never understood anal play when she’d read about it, but she did now. It was so forbidden and dirty, but the sensations were like nothing she’d ever experienced.

When his finger dipped inside her hole, she managed to hold back everything but an “Oh!”

He continued to stretch her hole, adding another, then two more fingers. “All right, trouble. I’m going to put in your plug. Pull your cheeks as wide apart as you can. Deep breath, then blow out hard.”

The plug was cold and stretched her more and more the further he worked it in. But he didn’t rush so her body had time to adjust. Just when it reached the point of being too uncomfortable to enjoy, it slid in and seated itself inside her dark channel.

It was the weirdest feeling to have something stuck up her bottom, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“That’s my good girl. You took your first plug very well.”

It seemed an odd thing to thank him for, but thank him she did.

“Now, put your forearms back on the counter and we’ll take care of that unpleasant attitude you had earlier. Keep your legs wide.”

She bent back over the bathroom counter, ready to get her punishment over. She deserved it, and maybe if she took it well, they could get back to fun stuff.

“I want you to keep watching in the mirror so you can see as well as feel what happens to naughty Little girls.”

As he moved to her left side, she changed her mind. All that getting over it mumbo jumbo was a bunch of crazy talk.

“After your punishment, you’re going to sit at the table and list ten things you like about yourself. We’ll take that list to court tomorrow, so you can read them to keep the negative thoughts away.”

She deserved what she had coming to her, but she didn’t look forward to sitting down all day tomorrow with an aching bottom.

Connor took a step back and she braced. He unfastened his jeans, allowing them and his boxer briefs to slide to the floor.

Wait, what? What was he doing?

“Um, you’re going to spank me with no pants on?”

The smile he gave her sent twinges to her clit. “I said punish, trouble. I never said spank.”