Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

“There,look how pretty your hair looks like this, Bunny!” Daddy praised himself, giving the two bunches he’d secured my hair in a tug. I giggled lightly, settling further into little space. The room was perfect here in his house, and I found it almost too easy to slip into the age regression I craved.

“Thank you for doing my hair, Daddy,” I murmured in the innocent, girlish voice I often adopted when I regressed.

“Thank you for letting me, little one.” With a kiss to the top of my head, his attention settled over me like the perfect weighted blanket. Weighted with adoration and care. Just the way I wanted.

“Lie back for me, Bunny. Right here.” With a slight tug of my hair, he pulled me backwards into his warm chest. The brush long forgotten now, I settled into him.

“Will you read to me, Bunny? Maybe one of these books?” he asked, pointing to the books lined up on the small end table next to the sofa.

“Okay, Daddy,” I giggled. He handed me a cute children’s book with a happy little penguin family. Snuggling in just a bit more, I pulled my knees up and opened the book to read aloud to him.

“Once upon a time…” I began.

After two pages of my reading, his hands moved under my arms, tickling along my ribcage as I squirmed against him. I ignored the hardness poking at my lower back. I wanted to push into it, but decided to keep reading as Daddy had commanded.

Thumbs brushed against the underside of my breasts, the tiny cropped top of my little girl pajamas barely keeping them covered. As words flowed slowly from my lips, his thumbs moved up, gently brushing against my nipples.

Whimpering, I squirmed against him.

“Pay attention, Bunny. Read your story to Daddy,” he spoke softly in my ear. I tried to continue reading, but it was nearly impossible with those slow, deliciously circling thumbs turning my nipples from soft and puffy to stiff points beneath his touch.

“The penguin and his family… ungh, Daddy—” I groaned as his circling thumbs changed to plucking fingers, lightly toying with my nipples through my shirt. Pressing back into his hardness, I let my head fall back against his shoulder.

A sharp flick against my nipple had my eyes popping open with a gasp.

“Read your story, Bunny. Do not make me ask again, or there will be punishment,” he warned, his tone so deep and dark a shiver ran down my spine. We had written out guidelines for punishments — and funishments — in our agreement form, both agreeing that a spanking would be alright with both of us, at least until we had time to really work out the kinks of this new dynamic — pun intended.

“The penguin and his family packed up their things, ready to go — Daddy!” I gasped as his fingers twisted and pulled lightly at my nipples.

“What seems to be the problem, little one? I was quite clear that you needed to keep reading,” he tsked disappointedly.

“I can’t concentrate when you do—” I cut off on a gasp as he pulled my nipples sharply. “That,” I finally managed to huff out as he released them suddenly.

“That is no excuse. Daddy told you to keep reading. Did you?”

“No, Daddy.”

“And was I clear when I said if you did not keep reading, you’d earn a punishment?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Which means?”

“I’m getting a punishment, Daddy.” Outright pouting, I felt guilt and shame wash over me. But I wanted it. I needed the structure he was providing, and I drank it up like a woman dying of thirst in the desert. “What will my punishment be, Daddy?” I asked nervously.

“Well, we agreed on a spanking, sweetheart. Though I think Daddy is going to add a second part to this punishment.” I could feel him press against my bottom.

I gulped audibly as he took the book from my lap, placing it back where it belonged, just like a good Daddy would. Helping me to my feet, he led me to the bed in the room. There was a full-sized bed, a children’s bed, the sofa, and an oversized rocking recliner in the room, along with several other items of varying sensual degree.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Daddy patted his knee.

“Over you go.”

“I’m too heavy.” As the words slipped from my lips, a sharp snap rang out through the room, loud as a gunshot.

“That is the last warning you are going to get, little lady. No more self-deprecating talk. Period. Do I make myself clear?”

Lowering my eyes in shame, I answered with a shaky, “Yes, Daddy.”

He helped me balance over his knee, my chest laying on the bed while my bottom stuck clear up in the air, covered only by the simple shorts of my pajama set and the white and pink panties beneath.

“You know better than to go against what Daddy says. I know this is new for you; for both of us, but rules are rules. And rules must be obeyed. You’re going to get ten swats from Daddy. Do you understand?” His hand rubbed small, slow circles over the curves of my ass and hips. Covering my face with my hands, I nodded, not trusting my own voice to not betray my nerves.

His hand came down with a sharp smack, right on the swell of my butt.

“Eep!” I squeaked, immediately moving my hands back to cover myself, fending off further swats.

“Ah, ah, babygirl. Arms up!” he barked. My arms slowly moved back up over my head, my hands resting above me. His large hand gripped my wrists, tugging my arms up and out straight above me. Stretched out with no protection in sight, I gave myself over to his dominance. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down until they pooled at my ankles.

“What cute panties we have here, Bunny. Such a pretty little piece of clothing for a pretty little girl. A pretty little girl who needs to learn her lesson,” he chided softly, tugging the simple panties down until they pooled alongside my shorts, leaving me bare as the day I was born before him. Well, my lower half, at least.

Swat after swat rained down over my bare flesh, not enough to truly harm me, but enough that tears welled in my eyes, the stinging sensation taking reminding me of the importance of obedience with each and every strike.

As the tenth swat landed, he pulled me up, moving me deftly until I straddled his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck as I cried into his shoulder.

“There, there. That wasn’t so bad. Now you will remember to always listen when Daddy gives you a command. Right, princess?” He soothed me with soft words.

I mewled at the name he had called me, my hips immediately thrusting forwards as my little clit thrummed with arousal.

“Oh, does that name sound good to you?” With a dark chuckle, he shifted, moving me until I straddled one thigh. A hand pressed against my belly, moving me backwards until we were no longer touching other than his knee between my thighs.

With a hand firmly grasping my chin, holding me in place as our gazes met, he said, “Do not move your eyes from right here, princess. Now let’s do something about that feeling you have.”

“Huh?” I murmured, confused.

“Grind against my knee, princess. Grind on Daddy, and see if it helps those tingles between your thighs feel better.”

Fuck, he is going to kill me in our very first scene.

The voice. The words. The heated look in his eyes… all of it combined with that special little pet name I had never been called before, turned the dial up and changed those tingles into a full on electrical buzz of arousal I could no longer ignore.

“I can’t,” I whined, covering my face with my hands in utter embarrassment. Embarrassment that only made the arousal between my legs stronger. I could feel my juices making a wet spot on his pants, which only embarrassed me further.

“You can, and you will, princess. Now grind for Daddy.”

His hands found my hips, helping me to move back and forth, grinding on his knee. Each movement brought blessed relief to my aching core and utter humiliation in the form of a vibrant blush to my face and chest.

“Faster,” he muttered, his own voice deep and dark with his own arousal. “That’s it, princess. Grind on Daddy and make that little clitty feel so good. Just like that. Just like that, princess.”

I almost passed out right then and there when he used that word, but it only added fuel to the flame of my desire. My body moved faster, my hips circling as I found the right angle to put just the right pressure at just the right rhythm against my… that spot. My orgasm was out of reach and I almost wept with frustration.

His fingers lifted the bottom of my cropped top, baring my breasts to him as my eyes scrunched shut in embarrassment.

“Eyes!” He barked out with a sharp snap of his fingers. With a gasp, my eyes popped open, finding his dark gaze filled with heat and desire.

For me.

Heat and desire for me.

The thought was heady enough to get me there, but his fingers plucking softly at my stiff nipples sent me careening all the way over the edge. My back arched, my orgasm finally vibrating forcefully throughout my entire body, making me see stars.

“Daddy!” I cried out, collapsing against his shoulder as I struggled to find my breath.

“Good girl. That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job!” he praised, wrapping his strong arm around me, the trembles not affecting him in the slightest. “Now, time to start the second half of our punishment, princess.”

I shivered with anxious anticipation.

But a good little obeyed her Daddy.