Page 14 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Twelve

“Sophia? I’m home.” Daddy’s booming voice reaches me where I’m sitting on the floor in the nursery. I jump up to run toward him, ignoring the no-running-in-the-house rule.

He’s already at the top of the steps by the time I get there, and he swoops me off my feet and kisses all over my face while he carries me back through the master bedroom and into the nursery.

I’ve been here a week, and it’s my day off.

Daddy had to go to work for a few hours this morning, so I spent the time organizing my nursery.

Daddy had assembled the last of the furniture yesterday, and he’d left me with instructions to fill the shelves with the multiple boxes of toys he’s been buying for days.

“Looks like you got everything situated,” he comments as he lowers me to my feet. “I think we need one small change.” He pats my bottom before he moves over to the corner of the room where I’ve set up doll furniture.

I watch, confused, as he shifts all of it two feet in one direction.

“There,” he declares.

“Why did you do that?” I ask.

He sits in the huge rocking chair and reaches out a hand, beckoning me to come to him. “My girl needs a timeout corner so she’ll have a place to think after a hard spanking.”

I cringe. In the five days I’ve been here, a few things have not happened. Daddy has not spanked me again after the first night, nor have we had sex. Daddy wants me to have time to acclimate and be certain of my feelings before adding sex to our relationship.

As for spanking, I haven’t done anything naughty. Granted, I haven’t had much time to do so. This is the first day we’ll both be home together for the bulk of the day. It’s noon, and neither of us works this afternoon.

I stare at the corner he’s created, trembling. “Are you going to spank me?” I murmur. I know he is.

“Yes. Why is Daddy going to spank you?” he asks.

“Because I was running in the house.”

“That’s right, and why aren’t Little girls allowed to run through the house?”

“Because they might fall and get hurt.”

“Exactly.” He reaches for the hem of my cotton dress and pulls it over my head. Seconds later, he bends forward to remove the only other article of clothing I’m wearing—my panties.

I shudder as soon as I’m naked. Even after a week, I still feel self-conscious when I’m naked. I have to fist my hands to keep them at my sides instead of covering my breasts.

Daddy surprises me when he stands and heads for my crib. I haven’t used it yet, and I watch as he lowers the side down below the mattress level. “Come, Baby girl.”

I swallow as I shuffle toward him.

He pats the mattress. “I’m going to lift you onto the crib. I want you on your hands and knees, facing the wall.”

I’m trembling as I assume the position he requests. I thought he would spank me over his lap on the rocking chair. I’m not sure what he has in mind now.

“Knees on the edge of the mattress, Sophia. Lower to your elbows.”

I scoot back a few inches and do as I’m told, feeling incredibly vulnerable with my bottom in the air.

“Good girl.” He pats my bottom. “Spread your knees wide and lower your bottom.”

I start shaking as I follow his instructions. I’m ten times more vulnerable in this position with my pussy wide open and my bottom hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Daddy stands to one side of me and palms my butt cheek. “This is the perfect position for me to spank you, don’t you think, Baby girl?”

I whimper. What I think is that my pussy is dripping wet because my legs are spread so wide, and I’m so very naked and exposed.

Daddy moves his palm to my inner thigh, making me shiver. He knows how much I like it when he touches me there. It’s so intimate and possessive.

He strokes the sensitive skin a few inches from my soaked pussy. “Why is Daddy going to spank you?”

“For running in the house,” I manage to mumble.

“And why does Daddy have rules?”

I think for a moment and decide to respond quite differently than he probably intended. “So that I can easily break them when I need my bottom spanked.”

He grips my inner thigh, causing my lower lips to part. “Such a smart Little girl. Have you been thinking about getting a real punishment, Sophia?”

I nod against the mattress. “Yes, Sir.” It’s true.

I’ve been wondering what it would feel like for Daddy to discipline me for real.

I’ve only received two types of spankings—the arranged kind at the Dungeon that were administered by men who weren’t really my Daddy and the fun kind Daddy demonstrated the first night we were together that ended in an amazing orgasm.

This will be my first punishment spanking. I’m nervous and exhilarated at the same time.

“When I spank you to discipline you, I won’t let you orgasm afterward, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” I knew this, but it still makes me panic a bit. What if I come anyway because I can’t help myself? Before Daddy, I never would have thought that could be a possibility, but Tate makes my body react in ways I’ve never imagined could be a reality.

Daddy surprises me by stroking a finger through my folds, gathering up my wetness with his easy, gentle touch. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “So wet for Daddy.”

I whimper, realizing I’m not going to like this a bit.

“You’ll stay right like this until I instruct you otherwise.”

A purr escapes my lips when his fingers move away, leaving my pussy pulsing. My clit feels huge. I want him to touch it. He’s not going to.

He sets a hand on my lower back and swats my bottom, making me jump. “I won’t make you count, Baby girl. I’m going to spank you hard and stop when I think you’ve had enough. Then you’ll stand in the corner for ten minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.” I manage to whimper.

He lifts his hand and spanks me again, harder this time. It’s enough to make me flinch. After the second one, he peppers my bottom all over, making sure to swat me as close to my pussy as possible every once in a while.

By the time he finally stops, I’m trembling from the strange combination of deep arousal and pain. I’m also panting.

Daddy stands behind me and grips both my thighs, squeezing them, forcing my pussy to open wider.

I lift my head and moan. The need for him to touch me is stronger than I’ve ever experienced.

“Don’t come, Sophia,” he orders. “Rein it in.”

I whimper and squirm as I try hard to pull back my lust. It’s difficult. If this is going to happen every time he spanks me, I’ll lose my mind.

“Good girl,” he finally says when my breathing evens out a bit. He moves his hands to my hips, lifts me off the mattress, and eases me to my feet.

My bottom is on fire. He didn’t rub it at all after he spanked me. It’s burning.

He points toward the corner. “Nose to the wall, hands clasped behind your back, feet wide.”

I sniffle as I shuffle toward the corner, and I’m close to tears as I assume the position he’s demanded.

“Good girl.” He’s right behind me. “Feet wider. If you can’t keep them open, I’ll have you squat in the corner with your knees spread wide.”

I wince. That sounds awful, so I spread my feet obscenely wider and lean so that my forehead touches the corner. I grip one wrist with my other hand, aware of my nudity and the fact that my nipples are hard and dancing against the wall.

“Pull your shoulders back, naughty girl. You’re not supposed to be using corner time to rub your nipples.”

My face heats. I’m embarrassed that he noticed.

My breasts sway as I awkwardly pull my arms back farther to keep my nipples from touching the wall.

This position isn’t comfortable. I don’t think I’m going to like being disciplined.

It will be a lot nicer in the future if I just ask for good-girl spankings instead of misbehaving to get one.